Dan groans a little when he realizes that touching himself has an effect on Marcus, and taking the risk-- especially as the actual yoga has ended-- he eases his cock free of his sweats and strokes slowly. "And how," he questions, a bit surprised at how easily his voice comes out, "much more flexible do you think you've gotten? Think you could get your knees high and wide? Over my shoulders, maybe?"

But then he's invited closer, and he's not even sure how he gets there, only aware of gripping Marcus's hips in his hands as he rubs against his ass.

mine

It's good, and he slips his fingers into Marcus's waistband, easing it a little lower. "There's so many things I want to do to you," he murmurs, half-reaching with the shine to see if anything occurs to Marcus as particularly desired.