"Next time we plan sex in a cornfield or other agricultural venue," Dan answers, breathing shallowly, "we'll bring all the bells and whistles." And then, with feeling, he adds, "Fuck," as Marcus finds that perfect spot with his mouth. "Yeah, leave a mark."

And then he's laughing and groaning at the same time, arching up shamelessly into the delicious pressure of Marcus's hand on his erection. "I feel like you're going to keep my ass warm anyway," he says, though talking coherently is starting to get more difficult. "Here."

He makes himself pull away so that he can turn over, on his hands and knees, immediately pressing his ass back into the cradle of Marcus's hips, swiveling against the hardness of his cock. A vulnerable position, but easily offered to the man he trusts above all.