Lucio listened quietly to Ansel’s response to his returned question and he found himself rather intrigued by the entire story. It did seem a bit odd that Ansel’s most cherished, exciting memory was diving into a pit of nothingness, but when his love offered up an explanation for his stance Lucio felt he understood as much as he would ever be able to. He assumed it was something that had to be experienced, that he’d never be able to fully comprehend the emotions Ansel had connected with the experience unless he got to experience it himself, and even then he most likely wouldn’t come anywhere near grasping the full range of them. It wasn’t a bother to him, however, as Ansel would never understand how exhilarating it was for him and his small family unit to board a plane on a rainy autumn evening under the cover of darkness. The memories they were sharing now were meant to be appreciated, not understood, and he certainly appreciated Ansel’s apparent candidness about his memory.<br/><br/>At Ansel’s comment on his appreciation for his mother’s actions Lucio felt his heart simply melt. His entire demeanor softened rather suddenly and he pressed himself into the kiss quite happily, winding his arms about Ansel’s waist a bit more firmly then. He wanted to deepen the kiss, to draw him  in closer and revel in the sensations the man could provide, but Ansel pulled himself away before Lucio could achieve any of that. He pursed his lips thoughtfully at the question of whether or not he felt anything. He had been fairly focused on his beloved so he hadn’t been tuning in to whatever sensations may have been arising.<br/><br/>“Well, I am feeling a bit warm, but I’m not sure if that’s the ecstasy or other . . . External sources,” he commented, a small smirk taking shape upon the boy’s pretty lips as he slid his hand up the older male's back and brought it to rest between his shoulder blades. He slid himself in closer to Ansel, slipping up leg in between the other pair as his other hand slid downwards slowly to play with the waistband of Ansel’s swim trunks. He gazed up into the professor’s eyes all the while, his lips remaining twisted upwards ever so slightly.<br/><br/>“I said I’d rather talk whilst we waited for these pills to kick in, but I think we’ve talked enough for the evening, don’t you?” He whispered as he proceeded to slide his hand from between Ansel’s shoulder blades up to the back of his head. He pulled the man down into a passionate kiss, a pleasant little noise escaping his mouth against the others as their tongues eagerly intertwined and Lucio’s fingers pressed through his partner's hair. The boy shifted their bodies slowly, making sure to maintain the thrilling kiss as he slowly eased himself atop Ansel, moving the man so that he was lying flat on his back with Lucio lying flat on top of him, all of his weight deposited across the larger man’s body which easily supported his miniscule form.<br/><br/>Lucio maintained the lip lock for a long while before he suddenly began to experience a sensation he could only describe as something akin to dizziness. He grunted softly and pulled back from the kiss, reaching upwards and rubbing at his eyes in an almost irritated manner before quickly coming to the conclusion that it was a product of the pills the pair of them had taken, It was about twenty or so minutes into their trip and Lucio was already beginning to feel the foreign effects. “I’m a bit . . . Well, I suppose I could call it dizzy, but I’m not sure that’s exactly the word for it,” he explained, remember than Ansel wished to relay to him all of the sensations he experienced. Lucio slowly slid from Ansel’s body, sitting up upon their blanket slowly before continuing to rub at his eyes, now with both hands.