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Luca knew that Marcus wasn't going to make head or tails of anything he said from that point on, regardless if he said it in English or Brazilian Portuguese. He lay there on the bed trying to recover from the intense orgasm he'd just had, not expecting Marcus to ask him what he said. His already rosy complexion appeared even more flushed as stammered his answer.<br/>
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<b>"I...uhm...ah...I say ...it feel very good your mouth." </b>Luca managed to answer, his words sounding a lot less sexy when he said it in English.<br/>
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Luca didn't feel obligated to be nice and polite, but he supposed it was easier and more to his benefit to just cooperate and answer Marcus whenever he spoke to him. Maybe it was because he asked politely to be untied, that Marcus granted that release. A small, yet uncertain smile came to his lips when Marcus said he was willing to teach him the words to say in English. He wondered if Marcus would change his mind, if he didn't cooperate because it seemed that for every step forward he would take two steps backwards.<br/>
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"I want to learn the English,"</b> he murmured softly, unsure if it meant he had to give something in return for it.<br/>
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Marcus then leaned against him, rolling him off his restrained, and somewhat numb wrists. He was pressed closer against him, as his wrists were untied finally. Luca took a deep breath as the tie around his wrists were loosened by Marcus. Luca quietly listened as he asked him a strange question pertaining to his experience.<br/>
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<b>"This? no I never do before." t</b>hen he felt uncomfortable and put on the spot while talking about it for a second.<b> "Maybe kiss, I make friend at party. He suck on me. I have too much drinks." </b>Luca answered.<br/>
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As his hands became free, he moaned softly as the blood flow returned into his fingers but his exclamation was muted by Marcus' lips.  Luca was spooned against him, as his lips were captured by Marcus, and Luca hummed back against his mouth with a kiss of his own.</span>