Marcus already knows he loves the way Dan kisses. In some ways it's hard to believe it was just the evening before they'd done this for the first time when he feels like he's already known Dan somehow for much, much longer than that, but he doesn't want to rush anything. His thumb smooths along the line of Dan's jaw before his hand glides along the side of his neck, then down to rest against the front of his chest. With his hand there, he can feel Dan's heart beating, the steady thumping behind his breastbone.

He feels so familiar. Marcus has no idea how that can possibly be, but he does, and it's not a feeling he's going to waste.

They haven't even made it beyond the door, but Marcus is in no rush to go anywhere. His fingers curl under briefly, holding onto the material of Dan's shirt before they relax again and he presses a shorter, softer kiss against his lower lip before going in for another, deeper one.