Marcus had hardly realized what he'd been babbling on about until Luca had asked about it but he didn't answer right away, instead getting them situated in the bed beneath a thick comforter. Luca seemed tired, allowing Marcus to touch and do as he wished but as far as Marcus could tell it had all gone well. Just as he'd imagined it, his lover losing himself to pleasure and spending himself in his hand as he was sheathed inside of him. It had been marvelous and though Marcus was ready to re-initiate, Luca's question provided a distraction. He didn't typically share intimate details of himself but in their moment of closeness he'd allowed something to slip, feeling tender.<br/><br/>“It was a very long time ago, Luca. And you are. You remind me of him but that doesn't mean you don't have your differences. He was sweet and beautiful like you and yes, we played a game together a time or two. He accepted me. I loved him, like I love you now. My father ruined that though. He made him go away after we'd been caught together.” He didn't say it was his brother Elliot that had tattled on him because they'd forgiven one another and moved past that rough spot in their relationship.<br/><br/>“We'd been good together. He'd known me and he when he was gone I didn't feel like I had anyone. It was a bad time for me, Luca.” It had been when his behavioral problems had really peaked and his tendencies started to develop. “When I was with him it was okay. Just like when I'm with you I'm okay.” For a long time after that Marcus had tried to fill that void and find his happiness again. Rejection or scorn was usually met poorly, and the relationships he did have started out hot and burned out fast.<br/><br/>“A long time ago, like I said. Do not be jealous, my love. I was just a boy and you're here now. We'll build together what I couldn't before.” Luca made all those past relationships seem inconsequential. All that mattered now was the perfect man he'd finally found, pressed up against him like he was now. Luca had nodded and said he felt okay but when Marcus peppered kisses down the side of his neck and his hand went wandering he wasn't very responsive. He neither protested nor denied Marcus anything, which was a safe choice. Marcus only seemed to get angry when Luca ran from or pushed him away and he was less perceptive to his overall enjoyment, instead interpreting what he wanted when he could. Now though he couldn't ignore it entirely.<br/><br/>“Are you that tired, Luca?” Marcus questioned, hand slipping between his legs to see if he could coax him back to a semi-state of arousal. Touching Luca was all it took for himself and Marcus' cock was hardening, pressed up against his lover's hip.<br/><br/>“It was perfect, wasn't it Luca?” The young man's name came out throaty, recalling what they'd just done in his mind. “Exactly how I imagined it. You fit me like a glove.” He was getting worked back up thinking about it but he wouldn't proceed if Luca gave him a reason not to. If his passive attitude remained it was likely Marcus would be mounting up for a round two.