Dan thinks he just sort of reclines there, propped up on his elbows to see, panting and blown wide open, almost stunned. His eyes soften, then, fierce in their tenderness, and he reaches down, first cupping Marcus's face in an awestruck hand, and then sitting up enough to be able to reach down and pull him back up.

Both hands cup Marcus's face then, thumbs brushing against lips that have no business being so sweetly pink, long fingers grazing warm skin. "You're amazing," he says, letting himself put the emotion in it, and then he kisses Marcus. His mouth moves and opens gently, tenderly, but with increasing depth and hunger until he can taste himself.

"You're amazing," he murmurs again. "How do I-- What do you--"