This, at least, is nothing new to Dan-- or it shouldn't be. He's had women do this before, but it's never been this good; he attributes that, like all of these feelings, to Marcus being himself, to the chemistry and affection between them.

He outright whimpers into Marcus's mouth, trying and failing to keep his hips from rising, trying to keep from thrusting too hard and fast into that perfect grip. Logically, he knows this is only the beginning, but it is the beginning and something about that is so beautiful he can hardly breathe.

"Marcus," he moans, sucking on his lower lip, nuzzling at his cheek with the bridge of his nose. "Marcus, I need-- please-- I don't even know, I just=="

His brain's gone offline.