<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Luca's words only fueled Marcus on, and he was hardly a man for restraint even if he wanted things to proceed in a specific way. He couldn't help himself when he felt Luca's body responding to him, and his own breath quickened as his touches turned from exploratory to more direct. His hand worked up Luca's thigh, to where he took hold of his tentative erection, working him gently to full mast. The shift in intent resulted in definite interest from certain lower extremities. Kissing Luca, he pressed their bodies close, blood traveling south at a rapid rate. <br/>
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“We want the same thing, Luca.” To make each other happy, or at least that was how Marcus interpreted the words. “Does that feel good?” Luca certainly felt good wet, warm, and pressed hip to hip. He could think of nothing better than turning Luca and fucking him in the shower, but he knew he'd be angry at himself if that was how he allowed their first time to go. The evening had already been ruined, and he wouldn't scarify what could be in the future for fast relief. <br/>
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That didn't stop him from playing with Luca in the shower, working him up as much as he thought he could handle with his hand and the slick slide of soap. Even if Luca didn't want it, his body responded, and Marcus took it as desire. It was enough to appease him momentarily, and so long as Luca remained in a malleable state, he imagined things would start going the right direction for them both. He sighed, taking his hand away to allow the steam to rinse away the remaining suds. <br/>
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“Stay there,” Marcus told him, stepping out of the shower to first dry off. Afterwards, he helped Luca out of the tub, and into a clean, plush towel. He ignored the state of Luca's, and his own erection, for the time being, knowing if he went too much farther he wouldn't have the willpower to stop himself. He directed him back into the bedroom, where things were as they were right before Luca had bolted. <br/>
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“A lesson must be learned tonight. I can't appear soft on you, or you'll only do something foolish again.” Marcus didn't act enthusiastic at the prospect of doling out punishment, but he seemed resigned to it. <br/>
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“Get on the bed, Luca. On your stomach, and put your hands behind your back,” Marcus instructed his tone back to its usual calm. “I'm not going to hurt you again, but you need to do what I say.” Marcus didn't know how to stress that enough, but he supposed Luca would learn one way or another. It would always be easier to do what Marcus wanted than to resist. The older man opened the drawers to the bedside table but seemed unable to locate what he was looking for. He went to the closet next, a watchful eye keeping track of Luca. There was opportunity to run again, given that Marcus had taken his hands off the young man, but hopefully after the chilling water, he'd rethink a second stroll outside. Marcus doubted he had it in him to be nearly so forgiving a second time.</span></span>