Dan laughs, the sort of giddy and breathless sound he's only ever known in this man's arms. "I hadn't thought of that, you jerk," he says, leaning in to make his point with his teeth gentle on Marcus's lower lip. "But now I will."

He groans at the first press of Marcus's hand against him, certainly scandalizing that weird scarecrow peeking around the corner; he can't help laughing again either, or at least making that sound, more and more consumed with desire. "One of the many ways I know you love me," he says, now fully pressing Marcus down, one hand moving to cup the back of his neck, protect if from the hay, "is that you think my ability to get hard in a corn maze is incredible."

Only part of that's teasing.