"I know why you're here, as do you, so what would be the purpose of weaving some elaborate story? I want to fuck you, you want to fuck me, and I want to pass your class," he said playfully, shrugging his shoulders upwards as he smiled across the table at the other. He then laughed softly as the man agreed with his statement about his uniqueness. This entire encounter was shaping up to be different than any other that he'd had before. He'd never been with someone who was so self aware, so confident in his own skin; he'd never been with someone where there was this sort of mutual desire, at least not for quite some time now.<br/><br/>He chuckled softly at the man's comment about his clothes and his desire to tear them from his body. He nodded quietly, "It would be a rather unfortunate event were these clothes to get damaged.... Especially given the fact that this is one of my favorite suits," he murmured agreeably as he gazed down at the maroon pants he was pulling off fairly well. He continued slowly unbuttoning his top through all of this, though it remained more or less closed upon his torso, revealing only a thin sliver of his fair skin down the center as he waited for Ansel to make another move of some sort. He found himself pausing in his undressing effort and biting down firmly onto his lower lip as the he watched the other with an extremely intrigued expression. He drunk in the sight of the others naked torso, his breath hitching lightly within his throat as he admired the sight of his chiseled body.<br/><br/>The brief entrancement he experienced was broken when the man uttered a gentle command. Lucio's face broke into a bit of a smirk and he nodded, "As you wish," he purred softly, slowly standing from his seat whilst undoing the final few buttons on his shirt all in rapid succession, fully untucking it from his pants and allowing it to fall open before he slid it carefully from his shoulders. The boy had a narrow build, that much was clear with and without clothes on, but it was almost shocking just how lean his body was. He had a muscled outline solely because of the lack of body fat he held, and some of his bones could be seen protruding from his skin. He was clear he did some conditioning, though only to select portions of his body such as his behind, but in generally he was naturally of an extremely lithe build. Somehow, though, this almost frail outline suited him quite well. His face was, as many had pointed out in the past, a genuine work of art - it was delicately put together and finely sculpted like the statues of the ancient Greeks. The fact that his body followed suit with its delicate look seemed only fitting, and he made the thinness look good, rather than borderline unhealthy.<br/><br/>He turned and carefully draped the nicely fitted shirt over the jacket on the back of the loveseat he had claimed. After it was settled down in a rather neat manner he turned and followed the orders of the older gentleman, closing the few strides worth of space between them and gladly moving into his arms. He pressed his bare torso up against the others, his eyes trained upwards onto his and his soft lips parted slightly as he observed the professor. A few strands of his long, silky mane had made their way into his face, and they really completed the disheveled look that Lucio did so frighteningly well. It was as though he had a chronically "just fucked" set of features about him, with his eternally plumped lips, his slightly darkened, hooded features, and his untamable locks.