The cool air rushes along his skin as the fabric peels away, and Dan smiles at the feelings he can feel in both of them, sensation and thoughts racing on parallel tracks. He tosses his shirt away, and leans back down for a kiss, pulling Marcus's hands to his ribs.

"Touch me," he breathes against Marcus's mouth. "Feels like I've been waiting forever." It's less a comment on how they've been doing things, and more an expression of how much he wants more, how much he likes being able to ask so freely.

Dan resumes kissing him, slow and with a dirty edge to it, his tongue licking at the seam of Marcus's lips, and then back into his mouth.