This was so bizarre. Astonishing, even. Smashing his lips into yours, wandering your mouth with passion and love. ‘Kiss me like you miss me,’ yeah, he definitely was.

“This is so wrong," Mark muttered against your lips. This was an unconventional place to get turned on in, a fancy private event to honor a bunch of other heros. In fact, he couldn't even remember why he was this needy. But all he knew was that the reason was so impactful that now he had your legs on each side of his thighs while he sat down on the toilet in the men's bathroom. He should apologize to every man that could be waiting to use this stall, waiting on him to stop wolfing down on his partners soft, plump, beautiful lips.

His face was all red with the blood rushing up to his cheeks, his hair refused to stay in the perfect style he put them in for this event, strands everywhere— not that he minded. And his attire was so messy, it wasn't even sitting on his body properly as the tie was sitting on the nape of his neck rather than pointing down to the ground and it was like the buttons to his suit didn't exist anymore now that it was opened in a wider V shape, falling off his shoulder.

This was all your fault, it had to be. He didn't understand why every action associated with you made him feel this way, but he feared that Zeus himself would strike him down with lightning bolts if he ever said he hated the feeling. It was sometimes annoying when he tried to do everyday things and all he could think about was holding you close, practically water boarding you with his love. But, he would never say he hated it.

“I hope nobody catches us…” But he kinda hoped they catched this. Mark pulled back, taking a long and needed breath. A long one because he knew if he went back into the water, the warmth of your body, the warmth of you, he'd drown. And in all honesty, he wouldn't mind.