Dan almost opens his mouth to tell Marcus how very sure he is, but the ripple of thoughts, followed up by words, is all he needs. His hands come up to cradle Marcus's face, fingers stroking along his jaw as he considers the implication, the bits of information he's picking up just by being here, this closed and this connected.

"I'm clean," he says. "It's been a few years and I've been tested since then. If you-- I'd like to feel you. Without."

It would be no less special with a condom, but Dan wants.