Idly, Marcus wonders if this might be more unsettling for him if the past few months hadn't happened. If he hadn't already first felt displaced in his own body, then spent an hour in Dan's trying to help Sam and Kat make sense of how to get the demon out. Without those things, maybe he would need longer to adjust, but he's honestly not sure. So many other things have happened to him and those around him that this isn't even the strangest of it.

In fact, he'd meant what he said. This almost seems like a break.

Dan's mouth feels good, which is no surprise, not when it always feels good, but it's different, too. It's as if Marcus's skin is more sensitive and he doesn't realize it's likely the lack of stubble on his own jaw and throat, not until Dan's mouth is suddenly on his nipple. That in itself isn't terribly unusual either, but it feels so vastly different. He gasps, shocked by it, and his entire body arches up, pressing closer to Dan, to the hardening line of his cock, to the warmth of his body.