<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Marcus liked it when he said his name. Hearing it filled him with warmth and a deep sense of satisfaction. Like Luca was truly becoming <i>his</i>. He wanted to reward him for that, and so he was sure to make it good for Luca. His hands were gentle (mostly), intent on bringing pleasure. Luca had been resistant at first, but he also wasn't telling him to stop. Marcus took that for encouragement, and continued his exploration with his tongue, seeking deeper, more hidden places. He certainly wasn't shy about getting to know Luca's body more intimately. <br/>
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He rocked his hips against the sheets, seeking any sort of friction he could get as he imagined what it might be like to test the young man's limits, especially with him blissed out and nearing his own climax. <br/>
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“Keep talking to me, Luca,” Marcus requested, wanting to hear his voice. He didn't care what he said, really, he just wanted him to keep talking in that alluring accent of his. Marcus needed <i>something</i> because he was determined not to fuck Luca just yet. He wanted to show him first that he could make it good. He tried not to think about the people before him that Luca had slept with. That would only rile him, even though it was mostly just assumption. Jealousy would contribute to that. <br/>
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Marcus didn't settle for just bringing Luca to the edge. He didn't stop until he'd finished him off completely, and he didn't balk at swallowing, either. He'd wanted to taste all of Luca that he could, and he wanted to set a good example. After all, eventually he would expect the same sort of favor in return. <br/>
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This time though, Marcus only sat up, to give himself a few strokes of his hand to finish himself off, releasing onto the sheets between his parted thighs. That was all it had taken, after doing what he'd done and thinking about all the things he still wanted to do. He knew it would have been short-lived even if he'd decided to throw caution to the wind and fuck Luca right there, restrained as he was. And he wanted their first time to last. He wanted it to be special, for the both of them. They both had needs though that could be settled through other means. <br/>
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Marcus kissed the inside of Luca's knee. <br/>
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“<i>Mmm, Luca</i>,” he moaned, letting out a heavy breath and a bit of pent of frustration. “Are you going to ask me to untie you yet?”</span></span>