<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">If Marcus could tell Luca was put off with his unwillingness to learn, he didn't say anything about it. Not that he could understand, anyway. He caressed Luca from behind, the young man agreeing to the bath. He had suggested it, after all.<br/>
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“This is what I mean by <i>wax</i>,” he enunciated carefully, remembering Luca's question from earlier. What better way to learn than to demonstrate. He picked up the candle, and held Luca's hand down across the table, his hand on his lover's wrist. He held the candle high, tipping it so that the first drop hit his own skin, testing to make sure it wasn't too hot. He moved the candle a few inches, letting the next two drops land on the top of Luca's hand.<br/>
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“The candle is made of wax. It's fun to play with, sometimes.”<br/>
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He took the candles with him, and the bottle of wine, walking up the stairs behind Luca. The food could be cleaned up later. The young man was moving a bit sluggish, despite his earlier desire to pursue the night romantically. Marcus didn't let it upset him, yet. He would give Luca a little bit of time to come around. Perhaps he was just anxious.<br/>
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“You don't have to feel nervous, Luca. I want to make you feel good,” he told his lover, close behind him once they entered his bedroom. It had been untouched the past few days, but Marcus had put everything back when he'd left. No cords to remind him of the time he tied Luca up on his floor, to suffer through the night in cold and discomfort. He kicked the door closed with his foot, and then set what was down in his hands so that he could fiddle with his tie. He pressed the bathroom door open, motioning Luca towards him.<br/>
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“Look, Luca. It looks nice, doesn't it?” Marcus questioned, knowing the tub was probably one of his favorite things about his family cabin. It was rustic, a big round tub set in a base of stone. Heavy, and a pricey edition, but his mother had demanded it once the contractors had hinted at it. Marcus was glad that had put it in, even more so now, because it seemed the appropriate place for him and Luca to really experience their first time together. He set the candles and the wine down around the tub, and then lit a few more so that they would have the chance to see one another. He turned on the water and adjusted the temperature before turning his eyes back to Luca.<br/>
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Marcus crossed back over to him, tugging him closer gently, first kissing his face and neck, and then settling on his lips.<br/>
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“You're so beautiful, Luca. I'm so happy to be home,” Marcus complimented, letting out a little noise of contentment. He leaned his shoulder back to undo the buttons on his shirt, tugging the sleeves back and resting it on the sink. Next, he reached for Luca's clothing, loosing the drawstring of his pants first, snaking his hand beneath his shirt before pulling it over the young man's head. With his pants loosened, the clothing hung lower on his lips, and Marcus could hardly get enough of taking in his lover's exquisite form. He didn't hesitate to touch, pressing their bodies together as he fumbled with his belt, and then the opening of his pants.<br/>
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“Oh, I should grab lube, shouldn't I?” Marcus decided a rhetorical question. He didn't want them to be in the middle of something, and for him to have to stop what he was going to go back into the bedroom. He left Luca for a second to grab the bottle he'd picked up from the store, setting it beside his bottle of wine, well within reach should it become a need. He'd stepped out of his pants along the way, but he didn't leave them on the floor, picking them up as well and placing them beside his shirt. His underwear went next, his arousal evident.<br/>
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“We'll go slow,” Marcus told him, meant to be comforting. He'd been looking forward to this the entire time he'd been away.<br/>
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