Marcus' lips spread into a slow grin when the boy threw the question back at him. The young man's interest in the older man's body, and specifically, his cock, was keenly observed by Marcus, and he planned on using that knowledge to his own full advantage. The hand at the edge of his groin slipped down to lazily feather his ballsack, caressing the tight orbs inside and his dark eyes never leaving the blue one's gazing back at him.<br/><br/>Out of the corner of his eye Marcus noticed Dante and Trenton's conversation becoming a bit more heated, but the older man ignored them, concentrating his own efforts on the delectable boy in front of him. "What am I looking for? I'm looking for a soft mouth to wrap around my cock." Marcus gently reached out, and giving the boy every chance to turn him away or say no, stroked the young man's lower lip with the pad of his thumb, barely brushing the tender skin. "A mouth like yours." He was fully hard now, his cock swollen to its full tumescence, the dark mushroom-like head brushing the hair on his abdomen.<br/><br/>Marcus stood up, his hand still gently cupping the boy's chin. "I have a private room all waiting for us. Come with me, and I'll show you...everything." He gazed down at the young man's nude body, and noticed the quiver in the boy's cock. Marcus leaned and stubbed out his cigar, a tendril of smoke rising into the air, then grabbed his towel and slung it over his shoulder as he watched the boy, waiting for his answer.