"Might have figured it out," Dan gasps, groaning loudly as he presses back, never quite able to get over the illicit feeling of grinding against Marcus like this. Funny how it's this that gives him that dirty but good because of it feeling, considering how regularly there are spine-melting orgasms in their bed or many other places.

Then again, sinking down on Marcus's cock, or feeling himself get stretched inch by incredible inch, that's as close to religion as Dan has found.

Dry-humping in a cornfield has some sort of attachment to those lost teenage years, he'd have to guess-- but he doesn't have to choose, thanks to the little tube of lubricant in his pocket. He mouths at the skin just under Marcus's jaw, teeth scraping a little.