Those words could be frightening. Marcus knows himself, he knows in the past similar words have been terrifying for him, the very idea of someone trusting him in such a way too much, but Dan speaks now and Marcus's chest seizes. This is what he wants. It's everything he wants. The realization is dizzying.

Stretching out on the bed again, still partially dressed himself, Marcus presses another kiss to Dan's mouth, breathing hard against his lips. At the same time, his palm slips over Dan's lower belly, over warm skin giving way to wiry hair and then his fingers circle Dan's cock. It feels good just to hold him and so for a moment that's all Marcus does.

Then, trying not to seem too desperate or too needy, despite the arousal clawing at him, Marcus strokes the length of Dan's cock. He wants to do so much more than this, wants to taste him, and a groan slips out of him at the thought, but he's determined to take his time now. To make Dan feel good without rushing him. Stroking him slowly, his grip firm, Marcus kisses him deeper, licking into his mouth.