Lucio tuned in closely to what Ansel had to say, desperate to find some sort of comfort in the man’s words despite his muddled mind screaming at him that he needed to worry about the situation he had placed himself in. He nodded slowly to express his understanding as Ansel explained what would happen if he continued focusing on the negative emotions that were coursing through him. He understood well enough what the man was saying, he could already feel a sense of unbridled panic bubbling up inside of his despite the fact that he was attempting to press it down, to focus on his beautiful beau’s softly spoken words. He didn’t find himself able to be truly distracted, however, until Ansel guided his hand carefully down onto his partially erect cock, still stowed away in his swim trunks.<br/><br/>The boy’s lips parted slightly and he dropped his gaze downwards onto Ansel’s groin, a sudden and unmistakable fire alighting in his belly as his fingers delicately danced along the length of Ansel’s hidden member. He returned the man’s kiss in an almost desperate manner, leaning into him eagerly and then breathing in sharply as he pulled away. He pulled his hand from Ansel’s cock and reached up to take a delicate hold of his face with both hands. His eyes searched the professors as he spoke, his brow furrowed slightly and a frown taking a hold of his lovely lips as he searched desperately for something to say to Ansel. Whilst he stood there, his tongue twisted and his words, which were usually one of his strengths, failed him miserably.<br/><br/>There were only six words rolling about in his mind that he could think to say. Everything was too muddled for him to really form anything else, so he said them. He said them as he watched Ansel’s visage slowly transform; the glossy color of his hair and beard grew darker as though he’d run through them with oil, and the gray at the edges of his beard began to glow brilliantly in a color he could only liken to that of fresh silver coins. The color of his eyes grew richer, the handsome lines that adorned his brow deeper, his skin softer. Oh, he looked beautiful, and in that moment Lucio couldn’t help himself from saying the six words that stuck out in his mind as he examined his beautiful inamorato. “I trust you . . . I . . . I love you, Ansel.” His voice lifted just barely over a whisper as he spoke these words, but with only the soft crashing of the waves and the distant chattering of teenagers to interject them his point carried well enough.<br/><br/>Lucio felt an unexplainable warmth envelop him as he spoke the words, and suddenly he couldn’t deny a massive grin from splitting his features as he relaxed into his beautiful boyfriend. “I love you and I never want to let you go. I want to be with you and experience everything with you; everything from sex, to ecstasy, to travel, to boring lifetime milestones even: like your fortieth birthday! Would you look at that, we've already gotten through one!” The boy exclaimed before pulling Ansel into a fierce and passionate kiss. The drug in his system was gripping him suddenly and fervently after his brief stint of early onset panic, but it seemed a distant memory all of a sudden as he let go of the negative emotions after the brief bit of distraction and a rather surreal amount of joy gripped him. He was happy and loved and he didn’t think he’d ever felt as wonderful as he did sitting there on the beach with his beautiful professor settled beneath him.<br/><br/>“Oh, promise you’ll never leave me, my darling. Promise you’ll stay with me, ‘til death do us part . . . No, ‘til doomsday do us part, because you’re not allowed to die. You’ve got to stay with me! I don’t care if you’re twenty years older!” Lucio didn’t bother to wait for a response to this request for a promise before he pulled Ansel in and captured him in yet another adoring kiss, humming sweetly against his lips. Clearly the brief bout of fear that their trip would be unpleasant had passed.