Dan's hips buck and he scrapes his teeth across Marcus's lower lip when he feel that hand, a hand he's definitely fantasized about at this point, pressing against his erection through his jeans. "Marcus," he gasps, and then his mouth, he wants Marcus's mouth hot and open against his neck and he wants it yesterday.

He almost doesn't catch what's actually happening.

His own fingers are ready to move and take care of that button, but the idea of Marcus undressing him, the image of him unzipping Dan and pulling his cock free has him nodding, giving his consent in a similarly low and breathless voice. "Yes, please, it's okay, it's so much better than okay. I want you to, I want you to touch me."