"You know what I mean," Dan clarifies, with a soft, happy laugh that drifts through the room only to turn into a gasp at the notion of just doing this all night, how Marcus could want that and it's nearly enough to set him off right there. He has to pull his thoughts away so he doesn't, but God, another night? Where he can do the same for Marcus?

They're going to have that, he knows, and he holds onto the knowing.

"I'm ready," he answers, and he is, pressing the words through easy kisses that seem to only increase in heat and depth. "I've been thinking about this a lot. Wanting this." He's pretty sure that despite the way he's grinding his hips down against Marcus's fingers inside him, he flushes a little when he says, "Wanting to be yours."

He knows a lot of things. He knows this is for keeps.