Dan doesn't usually talk this much in a moment like this-- not that this moment is like any other he's ever had. He's certain that half of what spills out of his mouth is the sort of thing he's never told anyone, ever.

He's got Marcus naked now, and even if it isn't at his own hand, he's fucking delighted, a hand skimming up his flank, pulling him closer with the same hand firm on his ass.

When he stops stroking Marcus's cock, it's to run both hands up his back and feel the warm wiry muscle of his shoulders and arms as he kisses him again. It's only feeling like he has to gasp for breath that gets him to pull away. "Hey," he whispers, punchdrunk, "I want you inside me."