They haven't spoken much of Dan's past relationships, nor Marcus's, and it isn't for any particular reason that Marcus can think of. If he were to put a name to it, he thinks it might be a desire to live in the present, to be everything they can right now, together, but he'd also assumed Dan had been with women. Plenty of them. A man that looks like he does wouldn't have ever been hard pressed to find someone to share his bed.

He also doesn't doubt Dan will know exactly what to do with this body and the very idea excites him. As does that brush of Dan's knuckles under a breast, though it's a different sort of excitement than he's used to. Rather than feeling like a rush of blood to his cock, a dizzying sensation, there's a low, aching heat that seems to be pooling inside of him.

When Dan kisses him, Marcus responds with a soft moan, pressing into the kiss and then throwing all caution to the wind. He loops one -- long, God, so much longer than he would have thought -- leg over Dan's hip and pulls their bodies close.