For all he doesn't want to hurt Dan unintentionally, he also knows he has to trust Dan to know himself, to know what he wants, and so when he asks for more, Marcus is more than happy to oblige. He groans as his hips press forward, as his cock disappears into Dan's body, his muscles so tight and so warm around Marcus. Briefly, he thanks God for the practice he's had, knowing in any other situation he might be in danger of coming already, so overwhelmed with pleasure and aching disbelief of this moment and everything he's been given to experience again.

He kisses Dan, hot, open mouthed kisses, and rolls his hips again. Pulls back, thrust in, a slow rhythm at first, wanting Dan to know what it feels like before he gets too far ahead of himself. His lips brush over Dan's lower lip, his chin, the edge of his jaw and then the line of his throat. Marcus's hips roll, still slowly, but he begins to build up a rhythm as he moves.

"You're so damn beautiful," he murmurs against Dan's throat. "You have no idea."