The weight of Marcus on top of him, not that it's a massive weight, simultaneously has him feeling safer than he's ever felt-- and yet he can feel his cock given a valiant twitch at how fucking hot it is. He's going to place himself entirely into the hands of someone who holds his trust and affection like no one else, and it's going to be okay to enjoy it as much as he wants, to be open to it. And on a much baser level, opening his knees a little wider to feel Marcus between his legs has such hot implications that he's shivering.

"I know you do," he murmurs, not to tease or be smug, but to acknowledge that they both know where this is going on an emotional level too.

He slides his own hand down Marcus's stomach, deliberate in his motion.