He'd been worried for the barest of moments that something about this would feel like he's not being-- faithful, but this woman, this is Marcus. That certainty, along with the certainty that he'd like to continue making Marcus feel that good, doesn't waver.

Dan nods, letting his mouth wander the smooth line of Marcus's jaw, down to his neck. He slides his hand between them, curling a finger, then two, into the amazing grasp of the slick heat there. "Oh, Jesus," he whispers, caught off guard. "You're so-- so wet. Think maybe I was doing this wrong before?"

But he's grinning a little, slowly pumping his fingers, as much to enjoy the situation as to figure out how much time Marcus will need to be ready.