"A frat boy?" Ansel replied, a faux look of offense on his face. "This is my casual outfit. I don't think it'd be entirely appropriate to be going to a lake in trousers and a tweed jacket, do you?" The pout on Lucio's face after Ansel laid down his rules was too good to ignore, and Ansel decided he would need to restrict Lucio more often, if only to see that precious look of disappointment. Lucio quickly stole the upper hand, however, when he offhandedly mentioned a future date filled with bondage. The professor found himself slightly slackjawed but managed to compose himself and nod. "That would be lovely," he replied, once again finding amusement in just how wrapped around Lucio's little finger he was. He figured he would have to get used to a lifetime of being tugged along by Lucio's string, the subtle little words and fluttery eyelashes that Ansel knew he would fall for every single time.<br/><br/>He found the idea incredibly attractive.<br/><br/>Sephora was like a foreign land to Ansel. There looked to be hundreds upon hundreds, maybe thousands of products, few of which Ansel even knew the use of. Lip colors of every possible shade visible to the human eye, powders and creams, eyeliners, eyeshadows, highlighters, bronzers, blushes, it was all a little overwhelming, and Ansel had no idea how any person found anything in such an ocean of cosmetics. Lucio, however, seemed to have a greater knowledge that surpassed Ansel's own, and he quickly collected a variety of products seemingly without any hesitation. Lucio had given Ansel a bag and was piling items into it. It vaguely reminded Ansel of when Petra used to make him hold her bags, but while he had bemoaned playing servant whenever she did it, he enjoyed following Lucio around, watching his eyes light up when he found something he wanted. There was a simple pleasure about seeing his darling excited that he wanted to encourage, something he hoped to see over and over and over again. He smiled as Lucio picked up a pair of false lashes and tossed them in with the rest of the makeup and rushed off to find something else. He didn't care if he had to follow Lucio around Sephora for hours. He'd follow Lucio anywhere.<br/><br/>When Lucio was finished picking out all of his brand new makeup, they went to the register and set everything out for the pretty cashier. When she mentioned the total, Ansel did not falter, but Lucio seemed uncomfortable. The professor cleared his throat when Lucio reached and was pleased when the younger man stopped obediently, remembering Ansel's rules. "Cash," he said briefly before shooting a glance at Lucio. "I don't want an apology, baby," Ansel replied, pulling his wallet out from his back pocket. He plucked two hundreds, one dollar bill and single penny out of the leather wallet and handed the cash to the perky woman. "All I want is for you to enjoy yourself. That's part of our deal." He grinned and looked back at the cashier as she handed him $50.25. "Thank you," he said to her, his voice a low, pleasant purr. He hadn't intended his voice to sound so pleasantly seductive, but Ansel was experiencing such a rush of pleasure from restricting Lucio that the tone came involuntarily.<br/><br/>Ansel collected all of Lucio's new products and led the way out to the car. With Lucio's keys in hand, the professor handed the makeup over to Lucio and got into the front seat, adjusting everything to compensate for his size. "Why don't you give me the address and I'll plug it into my GPS. That way you can focus on other things and won't have to worry about giving me directions," he suggested, a wicked grin on his face. He pulled out of the parking spot and made his way back onto the road, admiring the way the BMW handled. Although he enjoyed it, Lucio was right. He liked the Mercedes better.