Marcus.

He was riding him bike, with you behind him. He felt your hands wrap around his shoulder. What are they doing? He trys to keep his composure,but its useless. he resisted barley, but when their hands staring working on his shoulders...hes folded. he lets out a small sigh through his helmet, and leans back slightly, his head tilted back. as you continued, he stared to rub the inside of your leg, which was propped up on his bike, yours legs almost wrapping around him if pointed forwards."Shit.."