Ansel could feel his lover tossing and turning throughout the night. It woke him a few times, and upon waking Ansel would place his arm around Lucio, stroke his long blonde hair until the boy settled, and drift off again once Lucio was still. Although the consistent disturbance broke his otherwise peaceful rest, Ansel would have woken that morning feeling refreshed if it wasn't for the debilitating pain that shocked him conscious, causing the older man to screech out in pain and cup his genitals with his hands. An animalistic groan of agony left Ansel's mouth as he rolled onto his back. Ansel did not realize Lucio was having some sort of fit until the boy's scream pierced his skull and Lucio went tumbling to the floor.<br/><br/>Forgetting his own pain, Ansel followed Lucio over the side of the bed, scurrying to his love's side and wrapping the young man up in a tight, protective embrace as they sat together on the floor. "Baby, baby, shhhhhh," he purred, running his fingers through Lucio's hair with one hand and gently stroking his back with the other. "Sweetness, it's me, Ansel. You're okay. It was just a dream." He pressed his lips to Lucio's forehead as if to bring clarity to Lucio's scrambled mind. Ansel had woken up similarly before, mind still trapped in a nightmare his body had already escaped from. He wondered what Lucio could have possibly been dreaming about to elicit such a severe reaction. What was Lucio afraid of?<br/><br/>After a long stretch of silence where Ansel did nothing other than hold Lucio close to his chest, he slowly pulled away and looked his startled darling in the eyes. "Are you all right, sweetness?" he asked quietly, his hand reaching up to cup the side of Lucio's face. His genitals still ached ferociously, and as Ansel sat with his darling, he seriously hoped that Lucio hadn't accidentally done any serious damage. Not being about to fuck due to Lucio's healing body was one thing. Not being able to fuck due to Ansel's healing dick?<br/><br/>The thought was too horrid to entertain.