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</span>​</div><span style="font-size: 18px">Luca might have been a wee bit perturbed by Marcus' resistance to learn some simple Portuguese words and phrases that might have made it easier for him to adapt. and he tried hard not to show it. If he'd been more eager to learn his language at the same time he learned English it would have placed both men on equal footing, which was one common thread that would have brought Luca and Marcus closer. Instead, Luca felt the same lonely distance he'd felt upon first arriving in America, and quickly stopped giving Marcus words to practice once he realized he didn't want to learn them. There was no shortage however of the English words Marcus would teach him, at least there was that consolation.<br/>
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It appeared that the first word Luca would become familiar with would be the word <i>wax.</i><br/>
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"Marcus? What you doing? Oh no, you should<b> not</b>!" Luca's voice filled with alarm.<br/>
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<i>Drip....</i><br/>
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<i>Drip...</i><br/>
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Whether Luca personally wished to feel or touch the melted tallow in the candle or not, it seemed that he didn't have much of a choice to refuse now. Marcus' hand reached around his own, trapping his wrist after he tested the temperature out on his his own flesh first to ensure it would not burn Luca before applying it to his skin. Standing only inches from his exposed flesh, Marcus slowly tipped the candle, allowing a single thin line of wax to splash onto the back of Luca's hand. Luca gasped, blue eyes flying wide open in surprise, fully expecting the hot candle wax to burn him.<br/>
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Aroused, Luca could hardly bear meeting Marcus' gaze after the lustful sound he just made, but he did. He felt himself drowning in Marcus' eyes, his lust for the fashion model not losing its impetus for a single moment against the sublime perfection of his blue orbs. His dark, half-lidded eyes watched him, knowing almost all there was to know about Luca before he could pretend it the candle wax didn't turn him on. Luca felt his throat go dry, as he was reminded that he was the prey and Marcus the predator.<br/>
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"Yes, fun!" Luca parroted back, his voice taking on a deep rasp.<br/>
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The lesson now learned, Marcus freed Luca's wrist to gather some much needed supplies they'd share while taking their bath. The candles were carried along with the bottle of wine from their dinner as Luca was escorted up the stairs to the second floor of the cabin. He had only a brief glimpse of it before running for his life the first time he was inside Marcus' bedroom. Since Luca had spent an entire night hogtied on the cold floor as part of the punishment doled out by Marcus, he never had the chance to see the upstairs master bathroom.<br/>
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Windows on three sides made Marcus' master bedroom on the second floor, feel like a tree house. Its shingled walls played up the indoor-outdoor ambiance. Soaring oak beams seemed to float against the colorful backdrops of the fir and pine trees visible from the windows. As Luca crossed the threshold of his bedroom, he admired the deep flagstone and granite soaking tub off that stood off to one side that he'd missed four nights ago. Thinking that he must have been in a state of panic and shock after Marcus caught him in the woods.<br/>
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Luca was soaking wet and freezing from the cold as he was dragged back inside, otherwise he would've spotted the huge tub and its lacquered fixtures. They formed a weathered patina that made them appear aged. Luca didn't have to feel nervous, but he was. He was experiencing the same sense of panic as he did when cornered by Marcus last time. The door was kicked shut behind them after he entered, setting down both the candles and wine in order to create the romantic atmosphere necessary. In Luca's mind, all avenues of escape had now been closed off.<br/>
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Trapped there with Marcus indefinitely, the young model's eyes darted from one place to another, seeing windows he could not open, and doors that were shut to increase his claustrophobic state. Not able to trust his own voice, Luca knew it would tremble if he spoke now, so he just nodded in response as Marcus lit a few more candles. Luca was asked to come closer but his legs felt frozen in place as he watched Marcus started to pour the water for their bath.<br/>
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It didn't matter very much if he moved away or came closer, because Marcus approached him with one thing on his mind and it had nothing to do with getting squeaky clean. His somewhat reluctant body was pulled in Marcus direction, as he claimed the model of his dreams and fantasies in an attempt to make everything real. Marcus pressed against him in a heartbeat, feeling his lips against his finally. Their heat surged through Luca, and Marcus reared back, sealing his lips against Luca's even as he peeled his shirt off. Luca's full mouth was open and wet, heat and lust raging between them.<br/>
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Bodies touching, Luca's hands spread over Marcus' chest and slid against his shoulders, feeling warm skin under his fingertips. Marcus' teeth raked at his lips, nipping gently against his chin and jawline with his teeth as Luca arched his chin up, feeling his excited pulse hammering in his throat. Marcus pushed Luca back, the young man's eyes rolling back briefly before a bright fire formed in their depths.  Focused on Marcus, he watched his eyes travel down to the crotch of his sweat pants before he slipped his hands forwards, to undo the drawstring holding it closed.<br/>
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Marcus plunged his hands inside, letting his thick fingers stroke against the bulging strain of Luca's cock as it poked through his boxer briefs. Marcus smiled as Luca released a soft moan. His index fingertip slid over the tip of Luca's cock and ran back up the shaft again,  fingertips sliding along the silk covering and making the model's hips thrust forwards.<br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">“You're so beautiful, Luca. I'm so happy to be home,” Marcus complemented, letting out a little noise of contentment.</span></i><br/>
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"Obrigado, Marcus. I glad your home," Luca whispered softly, a catch in his breath.<br/>
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Marcus' free hand slid under the hem of Luca's T-shirt, yanking it up and over his head, leaving his firm muscled chest bare, the nipples hard and aching. There was a momentary fumble of Marcus' belt as he struggled to open his pants, after staring at Luca's stunning half naked form for a few seconds. The kiss was combustible, causing Luca's thought processes to become muddled enough to ease his panic from before. Until Marcus mentioned<i> lube.</i><br/>
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"Lube?" Luca asked, unfamiliar with the term because he wasn't as sexually experienced like Marcus was.<br/>
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Lube was short for <i>lubricant</i>, and Marcus was going to need a hell of a lot of it in order to pop Luca's virgin tight cherry tonight. It didn't take long for Luca to realize what Marcus meant as he stepped away briefly, returning to the bathroom with a bottle in hand that was set next to the wine along the tub's ledge. Luca stared at the bottle, as his boxer briefs dropped to the floor and his sweat pants were stripped off, his proud seven inches of uncut hardness jutting due north. Luca couldn't help feeling aroused, especially because of the way Marcus touched him. He couldn't seem to keep his hands off of him.<br/>
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Descending into the tub by climbing up one of the shallow stairs on one of its sides, Luca found the water delightfully warm. He settled in to the hot bath slowly, releasing a groan of pleasure as the warm sensation mixed with the wine buzz swirling in his head.<br/>
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"This water feel so good," he murmured, leaning back to dip his head into the water.<br/>
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Sliding beneath the bath water, Luca submerged his entire body in its fragrant depths. He surfaced, water running off his taut pecs in tiny rivulets, sparkling as it dripped off his hard nipples. He turned to watch Marcus strip out of the rest of his clothes, taking in the sight of his thick, hard member. It was a frightening thought as he imagined Marcus thrusting that monster inside him, and he was afraid that it would probably tear him wide open.<br/>
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"I am virgin." Luca's declaration seemed to echo in the bathroom, as he finally could speak and look at him simultaneously.<br/>
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Marcus reassured him that he'd go slow, and Luca would hold him to that promise as he approached the bathtub and entered it to join him there.</span>