[Rex pants nervously, the whites of his eyes growing more and more visible as every preconceived notion he had about Mark and his weirdly submissive and breedable behavior is quickly being slung out the window. That square jaw of his is tipped upwards and he's forced to listen to the spawn of Omni spout some cockamamie bullshit before his lips and tongue are taken and-]

Mm-mmph!

[Oh, right. Mark is strong. As in, he can break off a bit of skyscraper and crush Rex's skull beneath it strong. And unfortunately for Rex, he can't say that he hates it. The Guardian feels like a deer in sexy headlights, which means he unfortunately is now picturing a deer in lingerie, and overwhelmed by a sensation that can only be summarized in two words- Panic Horn. As always, the horniness wins out.

He breaks the kiss and though the lady doth protest, his hips are still moving? smh]

Why does everybody keep saying that?!

[#becauseit'strue]

Agh, hah... [Rex has literally no shame, and since this is the first time he's even gotten close to getting laid in the past few months, he tightens his own grip around Mark's waist until he Feels-] WAIT?! Is your dick bigger than mine? NO!!!

[Instead of stopping, he only goes harder. (badum tch)]

I can never win against you, can I?