Lucio's shuddering, writhing body was nothing short of heaven, and Ansel couldn't help but find himself more and more aroused as the seconds passed. The boy was breathing heavily beneath him, but his attempts to push Ansel off of him were halfhearted, at best. Even while wrapped up in his rage, Lucio couldn't resist his darling professor's allure, and Ansel planned on fucking the furor out of his lover if necessary. Lucio seemed encouraged when Ansel told him to act on his anger, so the professor put up no fight at all when the boy hooked his leg behind him and rolled the two over. He lay on his back and looked up at his heaving darling, a smirk on his face that was sure to enrage Lucio even further. The sunlight streamed in through the window and set the boy's golden hair on fire, making him look to Ansel like some kind of vengeful angel, come down to punish him for all of his many transgressions. Ansel didn't mind; in fact, he adored it. He would have to keep a watchful eye on his lover to ensure that his temper never went too far, but as long as Lucio continued to respond to Ansel's lasciviousness, he had no doubt that he could manage the blonde beauty.<br/><br/>A delicate hand was gripping him now, but it was obvious that Lucio was stroking Ansel with the intention of driving him absolutely wild. Lucio's movements were hurried and frantic, forcing Ansel's cock to ache in response and yearn for a powerful, violent release. He hissed when his lover bit down into his lip, and then again as Lucio sucked on his neck, determined to leave his mark. Although Ansel liked scratches and bite marks, he wasn't particularly fond of bruising, but he didn't stop Lucio. Even if the boy didn't realize it, Lucio was proving a point, marking Ansel as his like an animal would, claiming the older man as his property. No one was allowed to touch. The meaning would be clear enough to anyone who saw it, including Ian, although whether he would be deterred enough by Lucio's savage madness to keep his hands off of Ansel in the future, it was impossible to say. If Ian were smart, he would stay clear of the older man. If he wasn't, Ansel was going to have to take matters into his own hands. The threat of Ian still outing his relationship with Lucio was still at the back of his mind, but as with Grissom, Ansel couldn't allow himself to be<i>too</i>concerned as long as Ian didn't have any physical proof he could use against them.<br/><br/>Lucio pulled away and looked down at him for a brief moment. Ansel thought his lover would return his lips to him, and he did, but not in the manner he had expected. Still viciously pulling at his cock, Lucio sunk his teeth deep into Ansel's bruised flesh, eliciting a harsh groan of pleasure to escape him. His fingers gripped at the bedsheets until his knuckles began to turn white and his hips bucked up against Lucio's hand. "Fuck, you little brat," Ansel hissed, growling as he tossed Lucio off of him. Ansel was incensed and inspired in the most carnal way. All he could see was red as he grabbed onto Lucio's jeans, tearing at them desperately as his neck throbbed in pain. He managed to undo the button to Lucio's pants and pull down the zipper, and tugged at the boy's coverings until they were halfway down his thighs. It was enough. It was all Ansel needed.<br/><br/>He flipped Lucio over with a commanding hand and gripped at Lucio's narrow hips, pulling him up onto all fours. The bottle of lubricant was gone, still left outside somewhere in the sand, so Ansel spit as much as he could into his hand and rubbed the saliva long his aching shaft. It would have to do for now. Once Lucio loosened up and took him in, it would be enough. "You still furious, sweetness?" Ansel asked again, a sarcastic lilt to his voice as he pressed the wet tip of his cock against Lucio's hole. He was already dripping precum, so he used the sticky smooth fluid to coat the tight entrance to Lucio's small body. He leaned forward, putting an orgasmic pressure on Lucio's puckered hole, feeling the ring of muscle pull his cock in hungrily.