Ian took Ansel’s acceptance of the pressure of his own body atop the others to be a small victory and he smiled faintly as Ansel commented that he was sure he had some idea of what he was attempting to convey. The teen took the lack of physical and verbal retribution as a go ahead at first, and he slid his hand down Ansel’s torso at a casual pace, his lips parting slightly as he gazed up at the near stranger. He was given pause, however, when Ansel again began to speak. Ian’s hand came to rest upon Ansel’s muscular abdomen, and his expression gradually morphed into something less than pleasant. He decided then that he’d have to pull out a stop that he hadn’t been sure he was going to want to, though in his mind at this stage he had no choice if he was going to get what he wanted, and he certainly wasn’t one that dealt well with being denied.<br/><br/>“Well, I suppose you’re right on that account, Ansel . . . It’d be far from respectable for you to fuck the friend of your significant other's brother, even I have to admit that much,” he commented softly as he continued gazing up at Ansel thoughtfully, his fingers striking up their slow descent of his torso once again. “But that being said, my dear, I do believe you’ve done far less savory things than that in your life, haven’t you?” The boy smiled and dropped his gaze down onto his fingers again as they reached the waistband of Ansel’s swim trunks. His fingertips just barely grazed the bit of elastic fabric, and he held himself back from grabbing a hold of it and tearing it down, no matter how much he was itching to do so.<br/><br/>“For example, your ties with Lucio, those are quite taboo, aren’t they?” he murmured thoughtfully as he slowly lifted his eyes up to meet with the professor’s again, a smirk forming upon his pretty lips. “I remember Griffith informing me, once upon a time, that Lucio was attending a particularly prestigious university, one that I’ve looked into attending myself on a few occasions. It’s a beautiful campus, they have a stellar football program, and I’ve heard from a few students that it has a particularly prestigious psychology department.” His fingers dipped lightly into the waistband of Ansel’s swim trunks and he chuckled softly, his gaze dropping away again. “Of course, I don’t have a particular interest in psychology, but I decided I should shadow a student in a psychology class, to see what all the fuss was about. Would you know that the lecturer that day was the most<i> gorgeous </i>specimen; tall, dark, and exceedingly handsome. If I remember correctly he had a foreign name and look, but a domestic accent.<br/><br/>“Another thing I remember from the college is a scandal that I read about whilst I was researching about it. A student was caught sleeping with a professor, a terribly messy thing, and the college was forced to remove the teacher; I guess the university has particularly strict non-fraternization laws.” Ian sighed as he finished, hooking his fingers in the man’s waistband and beginning to slowly slip the garment down his hips. “It’d be quite a shame if such a scandal were to arise again, wouldn’t it,<i>Ansel von Essen</i>?” he whispered as he lifted his gaze again to meet Ansel’s, an uncomfortably wide smile having painted its way across his face.