It's okay. Don't apologize. [He murmurs encouragingly. He likes this. He likes how wrecked Steven already is, how needy. Every twitch, every jerk of his body is satisfying in its own way. Marc wants to see it, again and again, for the rest of their lives.

Palming becomes something more soon enough after he draws Steven out properly. Long, firm strokes over his cock, his thumb rubbing over the tip every once in a while on an upstroke.]

I don't want you to hold back, Steven... just let yourself go. It's okay. [He'll keep talking if that's what Steven wants, keep up the encouraging little words while he jerks him off - and hates that he can't be there properly. That he can't do more for Steven, give him everything he wants and more.]

You're driving me crazy, buddy. I bet I could keep you in bed a week and not get tired of finding new ways to make you squirm.