People have said that to him before. They've said it and then he's hurt them somehow, intentionally or not, and then they've been gone. When Sam had said something similar Marcus had frozen up and backed off as quickly as he could. And then, when he'd let people in, they had disappeared.

By all rights, given his history, he should be tensing up now, too, preparing to protect himself and Dan by making sure it doesn't get too deep. But it's already too late for that and he thinks they both know it.

More than that, he doesn't want to pull back. He wants nothing more than to lean in.

"I'll take it," he breathes with a low, rough laugh, having to close his eyes against the feeling of Dan's fist sliding over his cock. Marcus kisses him again, a little harder this time, deeper and longer as he sheds his jeans the rest of the way and kicks them onto the floor.