There is a long, long time when Marcus can't speak. He can't do much of anything, really, but hold onto Dan and ride it all out and when his body finally relaxes back onto the bed and he can feel Dan's fingers sliding along parts of a body he never imagined he would ever have, he shivers in a deep, pleased way.

"How," he finally manages, "do women ever get anything done if it feels like that?"

The grip he has in Dan's hair has relaxed and he finds himself combing his fingers through it gently, then he tilts his head on the pillow to look down at Dan from under his lashes. He's terribly beautiful, he always is, and Marcus finds the sight of him now simultaneously arousing and deeply strange. He doesn't recognize the body Dan is touching, but he can feel it and he know it's his, at least for now.