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While their relationship is still new and while it's only been a few weeks, Marcus thinks he can rather safely say he and Dan have already reached a point where plans tend to be assumed more often than not. It's not that he's not still trying to make dates with a particular purpose, because he very much is, liking how it feels to drive to Dan's and pick him up for dinner or for a movie or even just for a walk along the beach holding hands. But there are days, too, when Dan calls just as Marcus is thinking about him and they end up spending an afternoon together or going for coffee before Marcus has a shift at the Home.

He enjoys that time together just as much as he does the official dates.

This evening he's alone, Sabrina having gone to Charlie's, Trass having disappeared out into the trees. Some nights he doesn't come back at all, but Marcus is used to his comings and goings now, and it's hard to truly worry about a wolf of his size. It used to be that being alone in the house made him feel lonely, but no longer. His people will come back and if it really gets to him, there are others he can call.

Like Dan.

He's in the living room sketching when the call comes and Marcus grins before he answers his phone, already knowing who's going to be on the other end. Sure enough, within a few minutes he's tossing down the sketchbook on the coffee table, leaving it open without even looking at it, then grabbing the keys to his truck so he can pick Dan up at the last train stop.

By the time they're back at the house, Marcus is trying to convince Dan to give Space Hospital a try, laughingly attempting to explain some of the more ridiculous plot lines as he unlocks the front door to let them inside.

"It's really not that absurd," he says. "When you've seen demons and ghosts and goblins, is it that farfetched to think of aliens?"

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This should maybe be a part, Dan's aware, that gives him some sort of huh, I'm really doing this with another man-- but all he can really think about is how much he likes Marcus's wiry frame and lean muscle, his arms. He groans outright as he feels the warm press of skin on skin.

He's easily moved back toward the bed, grinning like an idiot into the kiss, opening his mouth for Marcus, meeting his tongue eagerly. When the backs of his thighs hit the edge of the bed, he lets himself fall backward, pulls Marcus forward, on top of him. He wants to feel the weight of him there, above him-- and, he realizes with a hot throb of his cock, between his thighs.

Neither of them can stop smiling, Marcus feels Dan's lips curved against his mouth and he can't help but respond in kind. He almost wants to laugh, that's how good he feels, and as he settles against Dan, he has to admit to himself that he hadn't known he could be this happy again. It's such an incredible thing to have been wrong about and he hopes Dan can feel that from him.

With someone else, it might have felt like too much. He might have worried he was putting out too many feelings too quickly, but somehow he has the sense Dan isn't going to run from any of it.

With one hand braced against the bed, Marcus drags the palm of his other hand Dan's torso, palming his hip so he can arch his own down. And through two layers of denim, he can feel the hard outline of Dan's cock and he groans against his mouth, rolling his hips again a few more times, enjoying the friction against his own erection.

How strange, in a way, for something so passionate and sweet to be this happy and bright as well.

It's really beyond Dan's experience, though most of that falls by the wayside with how eager he is to push past all the things he doesn't know or hasn't done yet. He can do that safely with Marcus.

He's never been so safe.

The contact he gets when their hips connect, when he can feel Marcus hard against him, pulls a moan that sounds a lot more like a needy whine, and he goes with it, with the impulse to rut against Marcus. There's a brief thought that feeling so out and out-- well, sexual, fucking wanton-- shouldn't quite be right.

Ha fucking ha, Torrance, or you're more gay that you thought. He'll take that.

They're getting undressed, they both want this, but still Marcus hesitates for a moment before sliding his hand between their bodies. It's as if he's waiting for permission, waiting for Dan to tell him it's okay, but everything about the sounds he's making and the way his hips are moving make it clear enough. His palm slips between them, pressing against that hard length of Dan's cock and he groans again at the very feel of it against his palm. Even through the denim, Dan is hot against his hand and Marcus feels helplessly frozen, wanting to touch, wanting to get his mouth on Dan.

Wanting everything.

He presses a kiss under the edge of Dan's jaw, then against his throat before he glances down between them. Both their jeans are snug enough that he can see they're hard and the visual does something more to him. His fingers go to the button on Dan's jeans and he glances up again, seeking permission.

"Is it okay?" he asks in a low, breathless voice. "Tell me it's okay."

Dan's hips buck and he scrapes his teeth across Marcus's lower lip when he feel that hand, a hand he's definitely fantasized about at this point, pressing against his erection through his jeans. "Marcus," he gasps, and then his mouth, he wants Marcus's mouth hot and open against his neck and he wants it yesterday.

He almost doesn't catch what's actually happening.

His own fingers are ready to move and take care of that button, but the idea of Marcus undressing him, the image of him unzipping Dan and pulling his cock free has him nodding, giving his consent in a similarly low and breathless voice. "Yes, please, it's okay, it's so much better than okay. I want you to, I want you to touch me."

Marcus is nodding, too, the second Dan says yes, he's nodding and it probably exposes just how badly he wants this, the way he nods and undoes the button of Dan's jeans at the same time. As he pulls down the zipper he presses his open mouth against Dan's throat and his tongue flicks out to taste the skin over his pulse point, inhaling deeply as he does. He feels dizzy, his head spinning with the sensations and the scent of Dan's skin and the brush of stubble against his nose when he tilts his head just slightly to find another bit of skin to kiss.

Then his hand slips into Dan's jeans. There's one last layer between his hand and Dan's cock, but the material is thin, leaving almost nothing to the imagination, and Marcus has to muffle another breathless moan against Dan's throat. He shifts, moving off Dan just the slightest bit, enough to give himself more room, and he's trying to take his time but there's a slightly impatient edge to all his movements. Dan's jeans slip down his hips bit by bit, until Marcus can tug at the waist of his briefs and then slip his hand inside.

Under his palm, Dan's cock is hard and hot and his skin silky smooth, and Marcus is almost embarrassed by the hoarse, whimpering sound he makes when he wraps his fingers around him.

Dan's pretty sure his eyes roll into the back of his head briefly when as Marcus attaches his mouth to Dan's neck, like it's some long-dormant point of arousal that's been waiting inside him like all of this passion must have done. His head falls back; he bares his throat, trusting Marcus with all of it, with his vulnerability, trusts that Marcus will keep making him feel good.

When Marcus shifts, it takes Dan a second or two to realize why, and then there's a hand inside his pants. It does not disappoint.

"Yeah," he breathes, though it's more like panting at this point. "Oh my god, Marcus, yes." He leans in to drink that whimper from Marcus's lips, to let himself taste the skin of Marcus's neck now, the elegant column of muscle having been a distraction (he realizes now) even during that week of winter together. "Fuck," he whispers. "Fair warning that I'm not sure how long I'm going to last. It's been... years. And it was never, ever like this. Never this good."

"We have all night," Marcus whispers back. "And tomorrow. And the day after."

They have as long as Dan wants him, because Marcus has discovered something about himself in recent years, something he'd never imagined could possibly be true. A part of his heart he'd thought long walled off instead wraps itself around a few select people, throws him in head first with the inability to do anything but care for them wholly and unconditionally. So as long as Dan wants him, he's here. Right here.

It takes some effort on Marcus's part, but he forces himself back onto his knees on the bed so he can properly undress Dan. He doesn't want this to be some hurried handjob while Dan is still half dressed, because while that is fun in its own right, this isn't the time for it. Instead he peels Dan's jeans down, leaves him naked and utterly beautiful on the bed, and his breath catches as his head thunders and he just looks.

Something about that timeline, about the unspoken continuation of it, takes Dan by surprise in the best way. He can't even identify what it is-- could just be that sends another throb of arousal through him-- but he steals a kiss before he lets the process of undressing finish.

He knows that objectively, he's good-looking; he picks it up enough from people.

But it's totally different to feel Marcus looking at him, to feel Marcus appreciating him and admiring him in a way that makes him blush. He doesn't mind if Marcus looks as long as he wants to look; he'd meant what he'd said about the drawing. His heart hammers and his breathing's fast, but he can't look away from Marcus's eyes. "Yeah," he says, exhaling. "Yeah, you have me now."

Those words could be frightening. Marcus knows himself, he knows in the past similar words have been terrifying for him, the very idea of someone trusting him in such a way too much, but Dan speaks now and Marcus's chest seizes. This is what he wants. It's everything he wants. The realization is dizzying.

Stretching out on the bed again, still partially dressed himself, Marcus presses another kiss to Dan's mouth, breathing hard against his lips. At the same time, his palm slips over Dan's lower belly, over warm skin giving way to wiry hair and then his fingers circle Dan's cock. It feels good just to hold him and so for a moment that's all Marcus does.

Then, trying not to seem too desperate or too needy, despite the arousal clawing at him, Marcus strokes the length of Dan's cock. He wants to do so much more than this, wants to taste him, and a groan slips out of him at the thought, but he's determined to take his time now. To make Dan feel good without rushing him. Stroking him slowly, his grip firm, Marcus kisses him deeper, licking into his mouth.

Under other circumstances, Dan knows they're words he might never have said. He's certainly never meant them before, and he's grateful that not only are they well-received, there's not time to overthink it.

Not when Marcus is kissing him again, not when his amazing, slightly rough hand is moving on him, grasping him-- there's a moment of anticipation through which Dan has to suck in a breath. He holds it until Marcus's hand starts to move again, and then he's exhaling, moaning loudly; he wants Marcus to hear what he does to Dan. His hips chase the movement, and he doesn't even try to keep from looking or sounding as needy as he does when he's trying to hard not to fuck into the circle of Marcus's hand

He lets his mouth open instead and gives in just as eagerly to deep, hungry kisses.

It's such a simple act, one of the few Marcus had done before Darrow, hurriedly and in dark corners, but none of those memories even so much as surface now. Touching Dan is different. It's so much better than what he'd done before when he was exploring and confused and not entirely certain if the touches would cause God to stop speaking with him or, even worse, have him sent to Hell.

None of that surfaces in him now. Marcus knows God doesn't care, knows His love is real, and he knows, too, that he would never want something like this if it were bad in any way. To want Dan is to serve God, too, in exactly the way Marcus was meant too. To be the man he was always supposed to be.

He kisses Dan, kissing him harder, stroking his cock a little faster now. He wants to see Dan come, wants to hear the sounds he makes, wants to feel the warmth on his fingers. He wants nothing more than that, nothing more than to just make Dan feel good.

This, at least, is nothing new to Dan-- or it shouldn't be. He's had women do this before, but it's never been this good; he attributes that, like all of these feelings, to Marcus being himself, to the chemistry and affection between them.

He outright whimpers into Marcus's mouth, trying and failing to keep his hips from rising, trying to keep from thrusting too hard and fast into that perfect grip. Logically, he knows this is only the beginning, but it is the beginning and something about that is so beautiful he can hardly breathe.

"Marcus," he moans, sucking on his lower lip, nuzzling at his cheek with the bridge of his nose. "Marcus, I need-- please-- I don't even know, I just=="

His brain's gone offline.

Those are such beautiful sounds, such beautiful words, and Marcus only wants to do everything he can to turn Dan completely incoherent. His experience may be limited to Darrow, but Marcus likes to think he's made the best of the past several years in terms of catching up and he's come to the conclusion that confidence and desire count for more than technique.

So there's no hesitation in him when he kisses his way down Dan's throat, slowing the rhythm of his hand just slightly. Nothing but affection and deep arousal in him as he presses his mouth to the top of Dan's collarbone, then the peak of his nipple, saving a full investigation of how he might like that for later. His hand moves slowly, but his mouth picks up the pace, kissing a line down the centre Dan's torso.

He flicks his gaze up briefly when he reaches Dan's hip, a question more than anything. It's all up to Dan, up to whatever pace he likes. Marcus waits, his lips brushing Dan's hip again, looking up at him with a small smile.

Part of what continues to accurately render Dan incoherent is that because he trusts Marcus enough to keep his walls down, he can feel the waves of desire, of the kind of feelings he only sees growing from this moment. He'd be pretty fucking emotional if he weren't even more turned on by it all.

His eyes flutter shut and then open again at the feeling of Marcus's mouth, hot and wet, kissing down his body; he actually cries out at the contact with his nipple, not something he'd have ever expected.

None of this is expected. It's all new, and he can't even feel like he was missing out. This is because of the man waiting so beautifully at his hip, and Dan reaches out to rest his hand on Marcus's cheek, lets it skim around to push against the amazing sensation of his closely cropped hair. He doesn't need the shine to know what's being asked, and he creaks out, "Jesus, fuck, yes. Marcus, please."

Marcus doesn't need anything more than that and he grins for just a moment, the corners of his mouth twitching up, and then he's turning his head, nuzzling the hair at the base of Dan's cock, breathing him deeply in. With his hand still wrapped around Dan, Marcus presses his lips once against the hard, hot skin, then drags his tongue up the length of Dan's erection, a trembling moan slipping out of him as he does. He wants to do this for Dan, make him feel as amazing as possible, but he can't pretend like it doesn't absolutely send sparks of arousal rippling through him. Feeling Dan's cock under his tongue for the first time makes Marcus feel like he's coming out from under layers of shadow that have been draped over him in the last six months or so.

He licks again, wetting Dan's skin, tasting him, the focuses on that one particular spot just under the head of Dan's cock, hoping it does for him what it's always done for Marcus.

Then his lips part and he's taking Dan into his mouth. Deep in at first, just letting himself get used to it before he slowly pulls back, moving his head in a gentle rhythm. It's been some time since he's done anything like this, but he feels like he hasn't forgotten how. Another little moan vibrates across his tongue, over Dan's skin, and Marcus shivers deeply as he begins to suck Dan's cock in earnest.

It's better than anything, better than any experience, any porn he's ever furtively jerked off to; it's a goddamn wet dream, the way Marcus moves his mouth like it's just a taste, like he's just warming up. He finds some little patch of skin that Dan wouldn't have ever guessed, and he swears loudly, almost losing it there.

"I don't want this to be over, but I'm not going to be able to hold on long," Dan says again, but there's a little wonder in that, and more than a little heat.

And then Marcus's mouth is around his cock and he sounds like he's performing in one of those videos, but there's no performance, just truth. No shame, either, as he tries not to thrust his hips and chase that wet heat. "Fuck, fuck," he breathes. "That's so good, baby. Shit, I should probably check before calling you that, oh my God, Marcus."

Dan is so vocal and every word that pours out of his mouth makes Marcus even harder inside his jeans. The complete engagement in the moment is the sexiest thing he's ever experienced and it only spurs him on. His eyes flick up at Dan's words, at the very idea that someone would ask like that, care even in this moment that Marcus is comfortable, too, and although he can't answer without pulling away, which he's not about to do, he likes to think the look in his eyes says enough.

He's heard endearments before. It's different. So many of his experiences with Dan are just so different.

Gliding his other hand down, he palms Dan's balls, squeezing gently as he continues to bob his head, dragging his tongue against the underside of his cock at the same time. He feels warm from the inside out, wrapped up in a heady sensation he honestly never thought he would experience again. But Dan had come into his life and proved him wrong about so much of what he'd thought for himself.

Like so many other things, the flow of words is something Marcus alone has unlocked in him; he's surprised too, to find how easy words trip off his tongue (embarrassing or not). Dan meets Marcus's gaze and he feels laid bare, and about the only thing that keeps him from coming in that moment is the joyful bubble in his chest. "I've never--" he gasps, "sweetheart, fuck, I just--"

He gives up trying to control his mouth about then, because the only thing left to do is let the pleasure wash through him, to enjoy all of the feelings Marcus is giving him.

"I--" he stutters out a warning, and he doesn't get any further, because he's coming, and he couldn't stop it if he tried. He's not even sure what kind of sounds he's making, just that they feel like they're clawing out from inside his chest.

Marcus has had enough experience now that he knows exactly what he wants to do when Dan comes and the moment he feels it, his eyes close and he groans low in his throat and he swallows, his lips sealed tight around Dan's cock. He loses himself in the sounds Dan is making and in the way his hips jerk and how it feels, the wet heat sliding down his throat as he swallows again, dragging Dan through his orgasm and staying with him for every last moment along the way.

He shivers with desperation, then eases off gently, his lips softening, his grip loosening. Opening his eyes again, Marcus looks up the length of Dan's body as he slowly pulls back, making sure not to overstimulate him as he does. He holds Dan's cock gently in the circle of his hand, but doesn't stroke, and instead presses a kiss to his hip and the nuzzles softly against his skin.

They have all night. He'd said it and he'd meant it. There are so many other places for them to go from here, but for the moment Marcus is deeply content to just hold onto Dan and breathe him in.

Dan thinks he just sort of reclines there, propped up on his elbows to see, panting and blown wide open, almost stunned. His eyes soften, then, fierce in their tenderness, and he reaches down, first cupping Marcus's face in an awestruck hand, and then sitting up enough to be able to reach down and pull him back up.

Both hands cup Marcus's face then, thumbs brushing against lips that have no business being so sweetly pink, long fingers grazing warm skin. "You're amazing," he says, letting himself put the emotion in it, and then he kisses Marcus. His mouth moves and opens gently, tenderly, but with increasing depth and hunger until he can taste himself.

"You're amazing," he murmurs again. "How do I-- What do you--"

"Anything you want," Marcus says softly, pressing in for another kiss. "Or don't want. I meant what I'd said. We have time."

And if Dan isn't ready, he understands. It's one thing to let a man take over things a woman could do probably just as well, but it's something else entirely to start touching things he never has before. Marcus doesn't mind waiting if Dan wants to.

He also doesn't mind helping Dan explore and learn if he doesn't want to. For now, he just kisses Dan again, sliding his open palm over the length of his body and pressing close.

"Not sure there could be much I don't want from you," Dan says, taking his time with this kiss, the urgency turned in easy heat. He tries his best to taste every bit of Marcus's mouth he can trace out with his tongue, and when they part, he's gasping for breath in the best way.

"The thing that blows my mind about this," he says, making sure Marcus is looking him in the eye, "isn't that I've never done this, or done this with a man. It's that I've never done this with anyone I liked or cared about this much."

He takes a breath. "I want to touch you, and then I want you to fuck me."

He's honestly not sure which part of what Dan has said leaves him the most breathless, that he wants so much or that he cares so much, but either way, Marcus can't respond directly. His voice feels caught in his throat and what ends up slipping out of him is more of a muffled sort of whimper instead of anything that might make sense. It gets the point across anyway, he has to imagine.

"I care about you, too," he manages to say after a moment before he rolls himself forward, on top of Dan again. "So much."

The rest, his absolute pleasure at giving Dan anything he wants, it has to be evident in the way he kisses Dan again. The way he touches him, skimming his body with his palm, tracing muscles and lines of bone, learning and mapping every bit of Dan's skin that's available to him right now.

The weight of Marcus on top of him, not that it's a massive weight, simultaneously has him feeling safer than he's ever felt-- and yet he can feel his cock given a valiant twitch at how fucking hot it is. He's going to place himself entirely into the hands of someone who holds his trust and affection like no one else, and it's going to be okay to enjoy it as much as he wants, to be open to it. And on a much baser level, opening his knees a little wider to feel Marcus between his legs has such hot implications that he's shivering.

"I know you do," he murmurs, not to tease or be smug, but to acknowledge that they both know where this is going on an emotional level too.

He slides his own hand down Marcus's stomach, deliberate in his motion.