<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">“Yeah, your body is telling me all I need to know,” Marcus spoke with a smile as he felt every part of where their bodies were touching and all the subtle direction he was given.<br/>
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“You are a good teacher,” he praised, enjoying their time together. Luca was passionate about it, that much was obvious. It heated Marcus' blood, and then they went to the bar, Luca asked if the jacket was making him hot. It wasn't the jackets fault, but more so the beautiful young man himself.<br/>
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“You're getting it, and America loves you,” Marcus told him, leaning close. “Come with me out to the car? So that I can take off my jacket.” It wasn't cheating, and Marcus would feel better walking it back out to his car. It would also give them a second to step out into the cooler air of the downtown New York streets. Marcus had paid well for parking, so luckily they didn't have to go far. He slid out of his jacket to hand it on a respective hanger in the back seat of his car, and he undid the top button of his pressed shirt. Before they could turn around to head back, he grabbed Luca and slid him against the side of his car, pressing his hip to his before kissing the younger man just as passionately as Luca had down him the dance.<br/>
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Marcus wasn't nearly so intoxicated as the young man, but he'd wanted to do that sober.<br/>
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“Mm, Luca, you're perfect, you know that?” Marcus told him, sliding his thigh to press between his legs. Marcus wanted him. He didn't think he could stand the thoughts of not having Luca that night. Or night to follow. He was frankly getting impatient in his age, trying to find that perfect boyfriend to do all the normal things regular couples did. Marcus wanted that, and he wanted it now. He didn't want to have to wait or put so much effort into something that may or may not actually happen. Paranoid thoughts ran through his head. He should not have been drinking on his medications. What if Luca didn't feel as strongly as he did? What if he was only being polite? There was a clear age difference there, and suddenly Marcus could think of all the reasons that could go wrong with them being together.<br/>
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His hand tightened on Luca's wrist a moment, but he calmed himself down, kissing his fingers instead before leaning in to taste Luca's mouth once more.<br/>
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“Shall we go back inside?” Marcus questioned as if he wasn't internally warring with himself. He led him back inside, a firm hand on his back to make sure the younger man didn't stumble. More drinks when they returned, he knew the young man didn't have much tolerance built up to the alcohol. He already was seeming to come undone, and Marcus was thinking about taking him home, to his apartment. Would Luca stay in the morning though? Marcus couldn't be certain of that, and he wanted to be certain.<br/>
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“Do you like it here?” Marcus questioned. “There's much more I can show you. Much more I can teach you.” His thoughts were on things other than just language, but he wasn't sure Luca would understand, considering Marcus was being subtle, and the language thing. Luca being intoxicated on top of that.</span></span>