It would be all too easy to feel awkward, too new to any of it.

Dan feels like it could be the hundredth time as easily as it feels like the first, familiar and brand-new all at once. He presses his lips to Marcus's jaw and cheek, his temple and the corner of his eye, and keeps up the steady pumping of his hand.

"I think you're perfect," Dan breathes, his free hand coming up to turn Marcus's face for a kiss to his mouth. He's not worried it's too much, not right now, and he knows he sounds as vulnerable as he's letting himself be, that it's the truth. "Perfect for me, anyway."