Dan's thankful for the shine in a new way, all over again, as he keeps his attention on making sure that Marcus feels good, that there's as little pain as possible. One of his hands shifts to cup Marcus's face, fingers sliding to the back of his head, thumb smoothing along the soft skin of his cheek.

He shifts, encourages Marcus to hold tighter, and then slides his other hand down between them, seeking out the swollen, pink bundle of nerves that should make this a whole lot better. Stroking the pad of his thumb just above the clit, he keeps the motion of his hips rolling and steady.

It's crazy and hot and crazy hot, but he's not going to lose himself, not before he should.