Luca settled against him, nothing amiss as far as he was concerned. Some men might have been perceptive enough to pick up on Luca's slightly withdrawn and defeated attitude but the truth was, Marcus didn't really know Luca. He had what he wanted to believe and it would take less subtle behavior for Marcus to feel as if things were deviating from what he'd been imagining. Luca only needed to be shown and Marcus was thrilled at the prospect of being that man for him.<br/><br/>He wanted to do more. Luca seemed a little reluctant but he was laughing as Marcus attempted to take certain liberties with his tongue. Luca tried to block him but it wouldn't keep Marcus from his goal. Not for long, anyway. Eventually, Luca did tolerate his tongue but claimed that he didn't like the finger that was slipped into him.<br/><br/>“Not<i> that </i>different,” Marcus admitted. “You like my mouth. Focus on that.” Luca had sprung off of him, away from the intrusive. His instruction seemed to help, Luca voicing that it was better<i>that </i>way, at least when Marcus was rolling his tongue around the head of his cock as it unsheathed itself. When he thought he could get away with it he replaced the finger, quickly followed by a second, only partially inserted. Luca was complaining again, saying it burned, asking him to stop. Marcus did, at least his movements though he was making no effort to take his fingers away completely. Luca would get used to it and then Marcus would show him more.<br/><br/>Through Luca's wiggling he ended up sliding forward on his own, down against Marcus' hand. It couldn't be helped and then his fingers were inside Luca as far as they could go, the lube making it an easy slide even if Luca wasn't so sure. Marcus set a hand on the outside of his thigh, hoping to steady him if he were to decide to struggle now, or jump away as he had done before. He had cried out but not apparently as a direct result of pain. It took only a few seconds for Marcus to realize this but Luca couldn't find the words he was looking for. Likely he didn't know how that felt, not yet. Marcus would give him plenty of time to figure out how he felt about their pleasure as they took all night to sate it. Marcus drank him in as his body reacted, just starting to figure it out, moving against the fingers penetrating him. Marcus could hardly wait for that to be his cock his young lover was thrusting against, moaning for. He'd found a place Luca enjoyed and Marcus took advantage of this, exploiting that bundle of nerves within Luca while licking his tongue up his cock still. He didn't want to hear complaints or requests for him to stop when he finally sank his true need into Luca, and now that he'd stopped telling him in words, Marcus was perfectly happy to make the decisions for him.<br/><br/>“See, Luca? You need to trust me in these things,” Marcus purred, giving Luca the massage he'd promised. “You look so lovely like this.” For the night Marcus would play the role of doting and smitten lover. He didn't mind that Luca hadn't put forth so much effort into returning the attention. There would be times later for such things, and Luca would learn what Marcus liked. He would show him, but for now, this was all okay. Marcus liked controlling it and manipulating Luca's body. He liked that he was yielding and accepting, even if he wasn't so sure. Luca was not difficult to convince and his protests hadn't lasted long.<br/><br/>Marcus was aware they might start again with the change that was to come, but he imagined Luca would be easily talked down from stopping completely, no matter the initial discomfort. Marcus was well endowed but he'd not had complaints, at least not while he was actually putting forth effort into not hurting someone. There were times Marcus had used his size to hurt but this would not be one of those times. Not intentionally. Of course, virgins were not usually on the menu. Not since he'd been young but he still had a good handle on gay sex. Luca couldn't have been in better hands than in Marcus' eyes and when he showed him the pleasure they could obtain together there would be no further doubts. Luca would understand how perfect they were for one another. Luca would have no more reasons to run. Marcus would be good to him and Luca would not have to be afraid. All would be forgiven. His fingers were removed.<br/><br/>Marcus pushed Luca back again to sit on the edge of the tub where he'd slipped, only this time he stood and would take the area between his legs so he wouldn't slide forward again. His cock was aching but Marcus had neglected his own arousal for a reason. He wanted to last as long as possible. His stamina was not usually an issue but Luca was perfection. He reached for the lube again to coat himself, wondering if Luca had an idea of what was to come. Was he anticipating it just as much as Marcus?<br/><br/>“Be still. It'll be alright. You'll like it,” he whispered.<br/><br/>He pressed their bodies close, guiding Luca's thighs around his hips and sliding a hand behind his back to keep him from sliding away from him. He kissed him, tongue delving and mouth covering Luca's in an attempt to muffle him, at least initially. He didn't want to hear him at first, claiming that it was too much, or that it burned again. Just as he had with his fingers, Luca would adjust, he only needed to give it a chance.<br/><br/>Marcus lined himself up, sucking Luca's bottom lip into his mouth. He pressed himself in slowly, but he wasn't hesitant. Marcus wanted Luca more than he'd ever wanted anything before in his life. He let out a strangled noise against Luca's mouth as he tried to keep control of himself once the head made it past Luca's virgin entrance. There had never been any talk of condoms. Luca was his and hopefully, this would be the end of all of Marcus' searching. An end to the constant years of rejection. All the times Marcus had been told he was<i>too much</i>, or when his attention had gone ignored. Luca wouldn't be able to ignore him, and he wouldn't have excuses of his work life to get in their way, either. Marcus would take care of all of that and Luca would be there waiting for him when he got home, ready for Marcus to sink his cock into.<br/><br/>Just like he was doing now. Luca felt as if molded for him from divine clay. He was warm and tight, almost too much, but it reminded Marcus to be slow. Luca wasn't going anywhere. It was no race to reach his goal, and as selfishly as Marcus wanted to pin Luca there and fuck him relentlessly, he wouldn't. He wanted to cherish Luca and show him the good man that he could be.