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“We should get back to the party.” Mark whispered, pulling away from Falcon. The dim light of the bathroom illuminating them in soft light as Falcon closed the distance between them once more.
“Isn’t that my line?” He asked, beak brushing against the feathers of his neck.
“Usually.” Mark replied, hips grinding up against Falcon’s, an unmistakable hardness present behind the fabric of his suit. Falcon laughed, fingers digging into Mark’s hips as he attempted to move him closer.
“But we should.” Mark added, kissing him again before twisting out of his grip, giving him a wink before leaving behind.