Maybe it's the magic part of it all, or maybe they're just this good together-- Dan's pretty sure it's mostly the second and partly the first-- but not for a moment does this feel weird. Marcus tastes amazing, and Dan's more than a little blown away by the sensation of going down on a woman who's more than a one night stand or even a set of casual dates. It's like maybe he's never really done this sober, only no.

He's never done this when he's happy, and God, is he happy to apply himself, his lips and his tongue. His hands move to hold Marcus's hips, not enough to keep him still, but enough to do this how he wants to, shockingly noisy in the quiet bedroom between their breathing and moaning-- his own, too-- and the wet slide of his mouth.