Henry finds out it isn't so easy to just ruin someones rep.

Henry felt Marcus's hand slide from his chin to the small of his back, guiding him with a firm pressure that left no room for hesitation as they moved through the crowde, past the stares and whispers that seemed to blur into a meaningless hum. He followed Marcus through a side door and down a flight of stairs, his heels clicking against the concrete in a rhythm that matched his racing heart, and before he could process where they were going, the humid air of the gym hit him, the smell of sweat and chlorine filling his nostrils. Marcus pushed open the door to the changing rooms, and Henry found himself standing in the tiled space, the fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow over the rows of lockers and benches, the silence broken only by the distant drip of a shower. The door clicked shut behind them, and Henry felt the reality of the situation crash over him, they were alone, truly alone, in a place where anyone could walk in at any moment, and that risk only made Alice's pulse flutter harder against her throat. Marcus turned to face him, his eyes dark and hungry as they traced the outline of Henry's body through the thin camisole, and Henry felt a fresh wave of heat pool in his belly as he realised he had no idea what to do next, his borrowed hands trembling slightly at his sides.

Marcus stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and before Henry could form another thought, the man's lips were on his, warm and insistent. The kiss was nothing like Henry had imagined, it was soft at first, almost questioning, as if Marcus was waiting for permission, and Henry felt his borrowed body respond instinctively, her lips parting, her hands reaching up to grip Marcus's shoulders as a surge of heat flooded through her. Henry's had never felt this before, even as a guy,right now it felt so good, but Alice's mouth moved against Marcus's with a hunger that silenced every objection, her tongue darting out to meet his, her breasts pressing against his chest as she arched into the kiss. The taste of him was intoxicating, something sweet and masculine that made Henry's head spin, and he felt his knees buckle as Marcus's arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer, deeper into the embrace. When they finally broke apart, gasping for air, Henry's lips were swollen, his eyes glazed, and he could only stare up at Marcus with a mixture of shock and desire, his mind completely blank except for the single thought that echoed through the haze, he had already probably gon further than Alice ever had with anyone, this would surely be enough... but he wanted more.

Marcus pulled back just far enough to meet Henry's gaze, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his handsome face as his hand slid down from Henry's hip to rest on the curve of his ass, squeezing firmly. "Tell me, pretty girl," Marcus murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through Henry's chest, "have you ever seen a big black cock before?" The question hit Henry like a physical blow, his male mind reeling at the bluntness of it, the sheer audacity of the words, he'd never even consider to be so blunt, but then, his cock was tiny. Henry opened his mouth to say something, anything, but all that came out was a shaky breathy, "no," as he stared up at Marcus, his borrowed eyes wide and dark with a hunger he couldn't control, his lips parting as if to answer even as his conscious mind screamed at him to stop, that this was enough to ruin her reputation, he didn't need to do anything more. As Marcus's hand tightened on his ass, pulling him closer until he could feel the hard length pressing against his stomach through their clothes, Henry felt the last of his resistance crumble, his own hands sliding up Marcus's chest as he whispered, "No... no, I haven't." Just one look wouldn't hurt...