"I like your office." Mark was relaxing, now, the chat was easy and casual. "I'd like some photography, or a few paintings- forest scenes would be nice." He'd had some paintings in his old rooms, at Isabella's, that he wished he could have brought. He hadn't known he'd be coming, so all he really had were the things that Eli had given him, the few things he'd packed for the meeting, and the suit he'd had on his back.
Rex sat next to Mark, a soft smile on his face. "That's just what this room needs." He nodded before glancing back at Heather's mess. "Anything's better than this." He chuckled, leaning back on his hands. He knew that they were both dodging the big question that hovered between them. Mark had been tense the whole walk to his room.
It had been a very long time since Mark had even had a potential partner, and he was a little nervous about it. Nervous, yes, but also very interested. "I didn't much think we'd be paying attention to the room," he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. He'd been pretty sure he would be distracted.
Well, if Mark didn't want to pay attention to the room anymore, then Rex would oblige him. Leaning forward, he pressed a gentle kiss to Mark's cheek before turning the man's head for a real kiss. "You're right. No more distractions." He murmured against his lips.
"No," Mark agreed quietly, resting his hand on Rex's leg as he leaned into the kiss. Surprisingly, the kiss relaxed him just as much as the conversation. It was just as familiar, by now, he was getting used to Rex's lips against his. He reached up to curiously dig his free hand into Rex's now-loose hair.
Rex's scalp tingled when Mark touched his hair. He smiled into the kiss before deepening it. He just wanted Mark to relax and enjoy this. The last thing they needed was to have this private moment be tense and awkward. Rex tugged on the front of Mark's dress shirt to pull him closer.
With that tug, Mark fell into Rex easily- he hadn't exactly been resisting. He met the other man's intensity without hesitation, scratching well groomed nails against the Aussie's scalp. Rex was really a great kisser, and Mark let himself appreciate that, tumbling Rex down onto his back without breaking the kiss.
Rex buried his fingers in Mark's dark, curly hair as held the man close against him. Already he could tell this was going well since Mark was being so responsive. His other hand traveled down and around to Mark's back, going lower until he grabbed his a**.
Mark responded with a low growl in his throat. He nipped at Rex's lips for a moment, catching them between his teeth before he pressed a line of kisses from the other man's lips, along his jaw, and to his ear, which he also nipped at. With the hand that wasn't in Rex's hair, Mark was struggling to unbutton his own shirt- no easy task, pressed against Rex like he was. "Little help?," he murmured playfully against Rex's ear.
Rex freed his hands to help Mark unbutton his shirt. Then he helped him out of it along with starting to undo his pants. This was the only downside to the suits. They were so difficult to take off when they were this desperate! Rex easily pulled off his own top before wrapping his arms around Mark's neck to return to the kissing.
Mark kissed Rex enthusiastically for a few more minutes, until they were both breathless, and then he pulled back to admire Rex's body. The Aussie was toned, probably because of his extreme hobbies. "Very nice," he grinned wickedly. For all his reservations, he didn't feel anxious now.
"You're not too bad yourself." Rex smirked, panting softly. He tugged Mark back against him by the waistband of his pants. His eyes roamed over Mark's body as he too admired the man. "Like candy to the eyes."
"Aren't you kind," Mark laughed, kissing Rex again. He slipped a hand underneath Rex to run his hand over the strong muscles on the Aussie's back. Very nice, indeed. For his own part, Mark was more than comfortable with his own body- hours of exercise had resulted in lean muscle.
Rex took that time to feel Mark's arms. He'd seen the man work with ropes many times enough to know that most of the muscle had gone to his biceps. And what nice arms they were. "I'm always kind." He murmured against Mark's lips as he nimbly undid the man's pants and slipped a hand inside.
Mark already had a considerable 'problem', and he stifled a groan by pressing his lips against Rex's again, simultaneously pressing against Rex's hand. Apparently, Rex was definitely kind. Damned restricting pants... He couldn't discard them without pulling away from the Australian, but he wasn't willing to do that either.