At first, Ansel was horrified by Lucio suddenly pushing him away. He was afraid he had somehow hurt the boy despite his attempts at being exceptionally careful and was ready to get down on his knees and beg Lucio for his forgiveness. He was pleasantly surprised, however, when Lucio gave him very specific instructions and stripped down naked, kicking his clothes to the side and making his way upstairs to the bedroom. Lucio had never been so demanding of Ansel before, always preferring to be sweet and coy, but now the Englishman spoke with a determination and need that set Ansel's loins on fire. He had always adored Lucio's moxie, and now his lover was showing another side to himself that Ansel couldn't help but love desperately.<br/><br/>The professor watched as Lucio's perfect ass ascended up the stairs, and once he was gone the older man went about removing his pants, underwear, and shirt, tossing them on top of Lucio's clothes to create a small pile. For the next thirteen minutes, Ansel slowly masturbated in the kitchen, enough to keep his erection rock hard and pulsing but not enough to climax. He wanted to save every last drop of cum for Lucio, as he was sure his young lover wanted. It seemed to take years for the oven to finally go off, but once it did Ansel carefully removed the fluffy, sweet pancake from the rack and placed it on the stove to cool. He couldn't predict whether the pancake would still be warm after he and Lucio were finished, but it didn't matter. There were far more important things to attend to.<br/><br/>Ansel felt like a teenager again as he took the stairs two at a time, wanting to get to Lucio as quickly as possible. It had been just over a week since they had last fucked, but Ansel's balls ached furiously and his cock was practically screaming to be inside of Lucio again. Ansel loved sex, but the excitement he had in that moment was excessive compared to how he usually felt when the possibility of getting his dick wet appeared before him. It was more than just a craving for Ansel. Lucio was an essential, critical<i>need </i>of his, and knowing that he didn't have to wait another week before getting his taste was almost too much for the normally cool professor to handle.<br/><br/>When he entered the bedroom, Ansel stopped, his jaw dropping to the floor as he saw his lover splayed out on the bed like a piece of artwork. The boy had his head back on the soft pillows, his golden hair circling around him like a sparkling halo. He was fingering himself and moaning softly, the breathy gasps from Lucio's lips sounded like music to Ansel's attentive ears. Ansel was constantly thinking to himself that Lucio was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, but every moment seemed to pale in comparison to the one playing out before him. Watching his lover pleasure himself was more than just a turn on, it was something Ansel perceived as utterly sublime. How could a being so magnificent as Lucio even exist? And how could Ansel be one Lucio chose? It seemed mindblowing to Ansel, but he even if he wanted to dwell, he couldn't. His mind was singular in its desires, and he could tolerate watching Lucio play for only so long.<br/><br/>The bottle of lubricant Lucio had used to finger himself still sat open on the bedside table. Ansel grabbed it and squeezed a generous amount into his hand, sliding it up and down his shaft and coating himself so as to make insertion as pleasant as possible. When he was satisfied, he crawled onto the bed and forced himself in between Lucio's legs, not wanting to disturb the lovely sight. He gently pulled Lucio's fingers away and pressed the tip of his cock against his hole, hunching down over the boy to lock their lips together as Ansel greedily rocked his hips forward, pushing past the ring of tight muscle and entering the boy smoothly.<br/><br/>Ansel groaned appreciatively against Lucio's mouth; being inside of him was somehow even more wonderful than he remembered. It wasn't long before Ansel began thrusting aggressively, his carnal urges consuming him as waves of pleasure washed over his entire body. His hands found Lucio's wrists and pinned them up over his head so he couldn't move, just writhe beneath the professor if he so pleased. The older man growled as he fucked Lucio, his vocalizations sounding more animal than man. He closed his eyes as he gave himself over to the pleasure, knowing that no one else could make him feel this way. It was only Lucio. It was only ever, and only would ever be Lucio.