"My pleasure," Ansel purred, enjoying the way Lucio pleaded for him to continue. There was nothing more satisfying than knowing he was pleasing such an angelic creature, bringing him up to the pinnacle of pleasure. Ansel still found it difficult to believe that all of his late night masturbation sessions, all of the times he stared off blankly and fantasized while his students took their exams, every moment Petra went, "Ansel? What in the world are you thinking about?" and he had to lie . . . All those moments led up to this. To having Lucio wrapped around him, his dick deep inside of him, Lucio moaning in ecstasy while he pumped away. It was not the first time Ansel had fantasized about a student, but fantasies about Lucio had been particularly vivid, culminating in very intense orgasms when he was able to satisfy himself.<br/><br/>Perhaps, when it was all over, a moment of insecurity would take hold of Ansel's mind and he would begin to wonder just how good of an actor Lucio really was. Sure, Lucio was charming and likable and for a moment, Petra even found him appealing, but how much of all that confident swagger and showmanship transferred over to what was happening in that satin-covered bed? Whenever Ansel had bedded his students, it was a mutual attraction, a silent arrangement. Ansel had boosted their grades to keep their silence, as the cherry on top of his sexual sundae. Lucio had made it exceptionally clear from the beginning what he was willing to offer and what he wanted in return. He<i>said</i>that he was interested in Ansel beyond just a grade, but of course he would say that. It helped keep up the illusion. It helped ensure that Ansel would give him that grade he needed. It was all part of the package.<br/><br/>But Ansel wasn't thinking about that<i>now.<br/>
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Now</i>, Ansel was beginning to feel his body tense, his pelvis muscles contract, his testicles pull him close to his body as his orgasm began building. He wanted to do it. He wanted to come inside of Lucio and let the younger man feel the wonderful pulsing of his penis as jets of hot semen was shot inside of him. Ansel needed for Lucio to feel that . . . but not yet. Ansel didn't have a long refractory period, in fact his was much shorter than the majority of men his age, but he didn't want to stop just yet.<br/><br/>Ansel pulled out of Lucio and his cock immediately began to ache for the younger man's ass again. Slowly, but surely, Ansel backed off of his own climax and although his dick was still intensely hard, he could control himself a bit longer.<br/><br/>"Before I come, I want to taste you," he said softly, pulling Lucio's legs off of him and settling himself in between, kneeling down so that he could take Lucio's impressive member into his mouth. The refreshingly clean taste that seemed to be Lucio's signature was here, even, and Ansel was happy for it.<br/><br/>He began slowly, dragging his tongue along the bottom of Lucio's shaft, placing his fingers at the base so that he could stroke as he sucked. Like Lucio, Ansel was very proficient at fellatio, and it didn't take long for Ansel to get into the motions. He moaned gently, sending vibrations down Lucio's cock, his fingers squeezing lightly as moved up and down, up and down, his lips wrapped tightly around Lucio's head.