It's too much for Marcus to focus on at once, the sounds Dan is making and the way his hips are moving and the feel of his warm skin and shifting muscles under his hands. Before this evening, he's been trying to control himself with Dan, not for lack of want, but to respect any hesitations he might have, and in this moment he knows he's been, as always, a damn fool. There is no hesitation in Dan's movements or his kisses and so Marcus slips his hands low across Dan's back again, then around the curve of his incredible ass, pulling their bodies flush together.

Marcus is already hard, he suspects it happened right around the time Dan climbed into his lap, and he presses his hips up a little seeking a bit of friction.

It takes some doing, but Marcus manages to pull back from Dan's mouth, though he doesn't go far. He presses warm kisses to the edge of Dan's jaw, then the column of his throat, his stubble rough against Marcus's lips. Then he's kissing down toward the beautiful line of Dan's collarbone, the gentle hollow the bones make where they meet the muscles of his shoulder.

"I could do this forever," he mumbles against Dan's skin.