Part of what continues to accurately render Dan incoherent is that because he trusts Marcus enough to keep his walls down, he can feel the waves of desire, of the kind of feelings he only sees growing from this moment. He'd be pretty fucking emotional if he weren't even more turned on by it all.

His eyes flutter shut and then open again at the feeling of Marcus's mouth, hot and wet, kissing down his body; he actually cries out at the contact with his nipple, not something he'd have ever expected.

None of this is expected. It's all new, and he can't even feel like he was missing out. This is because of the man waiting so beautifully at his hip, and Dan reaches out to rest his hand on Marcus's cheek, lets it skim around to push against the amazing sensation of his closely cropped hair. He doesn't need the shine to know what's being asked, and he creaks out, "Jesus, fuck, yes. Marcus, please."