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Everything ached, the muscles of his arms and legs and even his belly were in knots. Luca was irritable and somewhat exhausted from being awake for most of the night, while Marcus slept in a warm, comfortable bed. He was salty, but he had reason to be. Remaining silent to Marcus' question, saved him the trouble of saying no, and that being interpreted as a yes regardless of his dissent. The restraints around his wrists remained there, not because he wanted them to be or that Luca hadn't indicated they were uncomfortable. They stayed on because Marcus wanted them there, and Luca didn't argue with him. That would be utterly pointless.<br/>
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To make matters worse, as Marcus' hands were stroking the warmth back into his extremities, the more aroused some parts of his body grew. Luca wouldn't lie, Marcus' felt better than laying tied up on a drafty hardwood floor all night long.<br/>
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Another reason Luca didn't want to talk to him was because he felt that his voice, and words would come  out the wrong way and be totally misinterpreted. To make matters worse, as Marcus' hands were stroking the warmth back into his extremities, the more aroused some parts of his body grew. Luca wouldn't lie, Marcus' felt better than laying tied up on a drafty hardwood floor all night long. When Marcus noticed that Luca's breathing had changed and that his cock was fully erect, he honed in on it. This time when he asked a question, Luca's voice was very soft, barely perceivable.<br/>
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"I like when you touch me nice, Marcus." </b>he replied.<br/>
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Luca left out the part about the inability to use his hands as Marcus fondled and had his way with his engorged cock, but at least his answer would line up with what Marcus was seeing and hearing. Luca's mind was becoming fuzzy with pleasure that was slowly building, causing his hips to slowly rock, and the muscles of his feet to extend and contract. As his toes curled, a drop of crystalline pre appeared at the slit in the crown of his cock as the foreskin was retracted back to reveal its dusky shade.<br/>
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<b>"Mmmm...hmm. Marcus." </b>he could only reply in syllables that made little to no sense as Marcus explained his rationale, one more time.<br/>
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Yes, a clean slate. Again.</i><br/>
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Whether Luca was going to be salty, or sweet was up to Marcus, who was descending over the expanse of his bare chest and belly, adding his lips and tongue to the instruments of torture. Warm lips kissing and tasting his warm skin caused Luca to squirm, until he was rolled and arranged so that the front of his body was fully displayed and he was laying on his tied hands and wrists.  Now instead of Luca's feet and toes arching and curling, they dug into the comforter and sheets of Marcus' bed in a slow drag. His thighs and calves shook while trying to keep his legs locked shut.<br/>
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That wouldn't last very long before Marcus grasped his hip, and his legs were pried apart so Marcus could access him better. A huge NO welled up in his throat, that was released in a strangled growl from his throat the moment that Marcus wrapped his lips around his cock, and manipulated his body like a puppet on strings. His tongue teased, and played the strings repeatedly until the model was on edge, ready to explode by the time he felt the pink muscle of his tongue slip down below his heavy ball sack, and against his sensitive, exposed taint.</span>