Dan has some idea of the picture he'll make, his cheek resting against Marcus's thigh, lips pink and shining, desire darkening his eyes. People have been sure to tell him he's attractive, but he's never wanted to make someone feel it until his time here.

"More self-control than us, I guess," he says, and then makes his way back up the warm, soft body beneath him, pressing his face between the swells of Marcus's breasts. "Though at this point, I'm not sure I'll get anything done if I don't fuck you soon."

He's hard and leaking between them, trying not to just rub himself off like a fucking teenager.