Marcus is nodding, too, the second Dan says yes, he's nodding and it probably exposes just how badly he wants this, the way he nods and undoes the button of Dan's jeans at the same time. As he pulls down the zipper he presses his open mouth against Dan's throat and his tongue flicks out to taste the skin over his pulse point, inhaling deeply as he does. He feels dizzy, his head spinning with the sensations and the scent of Dan's skin and the brush of stubble against his nose when he tilts his head just slightly to find another bit of skin to kiss.

Then his hand slips into Dan's jeans. There's one last layer between his hand and Dan's cock, but the material is thin, leaving almost nothing to the imagination, and Marcus has to muffle another breathless moan against Dan's throat. He shifts, moving off Dan just the slightest bit, enough to give himself more room, and he's trying to take his time but there's a slightly impatient edge to all his movements. Dan's jeans slip down his hips bit by bit, until Marcus can tug at the waist of his briefs and then slip his hand inside.

Under his palm, Dan's cock is hard and hot and his skin silky smooth, and Marcus is almost embarrassed by the hoarse, whimpering sound he makes when he wraps his fingers around him.