Dan could listen to those little sounds all day, he thinks, dropping his face down to the curve of Marcus's neck to gently suck a mark there. Something about this, about the change and yet the familiarity, at how easy and good it is between then, because it's them, Dan nearly trembles with the force of restraining himself.

He has to make sure they can go slow, before they can go fast.

Dan groans low in his chest when he finally eases his cock inside all of that tight heat, so much wetter than he's used to, braces his arms on either side of Marcus before reaching down to steady his hips, urge his thighs further apart. "You feel so good," he gasps. "So wet."