It's better than anything, better than any experience, any porn he's ever furtively jerked off to; it's a goddamn wet dream, the way Marcus moves his mouth like it's just a taste, like he's just warming up. He finds some little patch of skin that Dan wouldn't have ever guessed, and he swears loudly, almost losing it there.

"I don't want this to be over, but I'm not going to be able to hold on long," Dan says again, but there's a little wonder in that, and more than a little heat.

And then Marcus's mouth is around his cock and he sounds like he's performing in one of those videos, but there's no performance, just truth. No shame, either, as he tries not to thrust his hips and chase that wet heat. "Fuck, fuck," he breathes. "That's so good, baby. Shit, I should probably check before calling you that, oh my God, Marcus."