"So no corn on the cob for dinner anymore," Marcus jokes as he lets himself be laid back against the hay bale. It's prickly even through his shirt, but he relishes it, a shiver tracing down his spine, hands moving over Dan's ass and then higher.

Tilting his head slightly, Marcus presses his mouth to Dan's throat, the stubble rasping against his lips. He slips a hand between them, cupping Dan through his jeans, rubbing with the heel of his palm as he can feel Dan's cock thickening.

"Good God, you really are incredible," he murmurs, replacing his hand with his thigh, rolling up against Dan.