Ansel knew he had found the perfect spot the moment Lucio's nails dug deep into his shoulders. He always loved that moment, ached for it as soon as his cock slipped into his partner for the evening. The sharp pain that came from someone's nails, clinging onto him for some sense of stability, was euphoric. The more they dug in, the harder Ansel fucked, which oftentimes left him with small cuts on his back that dripped crimson. If any one of his partners did draw blood from him while fucking, Ansel always considered it a victory. Tonight was no different. If sweet, beautiful, angelic Lucio wanted him to fuck him<i>right there</i>, Ansel was happy to oblige.<br/><br/>His hips continued to buck up into Lucio with an enthusiasm that shouldn't have been possible at, what time was it now? Almost three in the morning? Later? Ansel couldn't definitively say. His glutes began to burn from the repeated extended effort but Ansel couldn't have cared less. He would continue to fuck Lucio until his hips failed him if that's what it took to get this lovely creature off. A familiar feeling was rising inside of him as their bodies moved against one another, and the professor knew it was just a matter of time until their second session would come to an end. He couldn't let it go to waste.<br/><br/>Loosening his hold on Lucio's neck only slightly, Ansel smiled up at the living sex doll on top of him. "I want you to touch yourself, Lucio," Ansel whispered between thrusts, his eyes darting down momentarily to admire the attractive member between Lucio's legs. "Touch yourself, and come all over me. I want you to explode all over my stomach, do you understand? Be a good boy and do as I say."