"Mm direct, aren't you?" Marcello laughed. "I appreciate the warm welcome, trust me." It was, quite possibly, the one thing that made the most sense to him right now.
"I AM counting on that." he said, sliding one of his own hands down the curve of Damien's ass. "Ho voglia di scoparti...I want you. Very badly."
And oh, now THAT...
Marcello could see himself becoming something easily moldable in this man's hands, and loved the thought of it all.