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</div></div><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Luca was doing his best-- considering the language gap --to teach Marcus the proper way to shake his tailfeathers. The comment Marcus made while they were making moves on the dance floor, caused Luca's alcohol flooded system to move a lot more fluidly and his pelvic gyrations much more sensual. <b>"And what my body say to you, Marcus?" </b><br/>
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Luca knew the answer would be quite interesting as he gave Marcus some props too.<i> "¡Muito apreciado! </i><b>You make simple for me to teach Samba. Very natural movement, yes?" </b>he replied, enjoying the touch of Marcus' hands and the closeness of their hips as their feet moved..mostly in unison until the song ended.<br/>
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Luca's cheeks were flushed, as he wiped a sheen of perspiration from his brow while taking a breather at the bar with Marcus. While Luca wasn't so sure whether America loved him just yet but he really loved living in America. Just being able to socialize with others in this way turned out to be a wonderful compromise. It was equal on both sides instead of just his, because it involved partial immersion for both himself and Marcus too. The club may have been Brazilian, with staff and patrons speaking Portuguese but was welcoming to non-native speakers  and those appreciating Brazilian culture.<br/>
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Marcus could also experience what it was like for Luca from a different perspective, and how overwhelming it was to learn English and the American culture all one time. Marcus did try to compromise, and that kind gesture meant so much to Luca. The effort that Marcus was willing to make by going to this length to get to know him and  help him acclimate in the city was greatly appreciated. After they danced for two songs, they left the floor and returned to the bar. Luca was thirsty, making short work of the Caipirinha until there was nothing left but ice in the glass.<br/>
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<b>"The car? Oh your jacket! Yes I wonder if you get hot in that. Samba make much heat, nao?"</b> he chuckled, leaning into Marcus' hip as he slipped an arm around the older man. Marcus felt the need to take his jacket off when the heat inside started to get to him, so they stepped outside with the multipurpose goal of acquiring fresh air and getting out of his suit jacket.<br/>
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<b>"Look Marcus. So many lights here when night comes. Is why they say New York is city that never sleep?" </b>he asked, stepping away from Marcus as he opened the car door and hung the jacket up.<br/>
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Luca was leaning slightly against the driver's side door, gazing at  the  rainbow of light in the windows of the tall buildings around them. When Marcus was finished, his sudden rush of ardor quickly had Luca's blood boiling and him craving more. Luca was aroused by the kiss, and the strong embrace of his interesting new friend as their hips met. Luca felt giddy, butterflies fluttering in his stomach as his lips were claimed. He desired Marcus, but was unsure how to go about it making those desires known. Although he was attracted to men, Luca's experience was limited to kissing, and a bit of touching. Nothing more than making out.<br/>
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After the two men came up for air, Marcus was the first to speak. Luca leaned back slightly, gazing up into his eyes, his  fingers tracing over Marcus' cheek. <b>"I am? Why perfect? Nao I  just normal." </b>he smiled, and lowered his hand.<br/>
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As close as they were, Luca smelled the faint spicy notes of Marcus' after shave. "<b>Mmm. You smell good." </b><br/>
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It was a lame thing to say, but being young, the words were enough to fill the pregnant pause that followed after Marcus squeezed his wrist a little harder than necessary. <b>"Ow. That hurt."</b> he pulled his arm back, rubbing his wrist with the other hand briefly.<br/>
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<b>"You okay?"</b> he asked studying his face. Luca seemed  unsure of why Marcus squeezed so hard. It just happened, precipitated by nothing. It felt better when Marcus soothed  it with a kiss to his finger tips. The pain was completely forgotten when Marcus stole another sensual kiss from his lips. He murmured something that he probably forgot soon after it left his lips too, because they left to go back  inside the club. Another song was being played by the Samba band, and the dance floor still full.<br/>
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<b>"This place is fun. I glad you share with me."</b> might have been the last intelligible sentence Luca uttered for the night. He might have had more of a tolerance if not for the cachaça earlier. It had a way of sneaking up on you.<br/>
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<b>Luca had to stop after the third glass of caipirinha. "</b>This enough for me, or I get sick." he explained.<br/>
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Too much of a good thing you know. He didn't pull away when Marcus told him he could teach him things, but Luca had to ask, "<b>What kind of things to teach me?"</b></span></span>