Lucio gladly went to town on Ansel’s cock, pulling out all the stops he normally did when he sucked off his lover, and other men as well. But it wasn’t long before Ansel patted his behind gently before pushing him delicately aside. Lucio pulled back and sat up slowly when he was deposited onto the bed beside his lover. His brow furrowed ever so slightly as he watched Ansel stand whilst softly complimenting him. The contradiction between his word and his actions confused the young man quite a bit. Had he done something wrong? Ansel had seemed to be enjoying himself well enough as he’d been fellating him, perhaps there was something going on? Had Petra’s appearance upset him more than he’d led on?<br/><br/>The young male was left to ponder all of these possibilities as Ansel left. He slid from the bed and slipped his heels back on as Ansel had requested, and then he settled down on the bed against the wooden headboard. He grabbed his champagne glass from the bedside table and lifted it up to his lips, taking a long sip of the delightfully sweet alcohol and humming softly after he drew it away from his mouth. He’d not finished even half of the glass at that time, and yet when Ansel arrived back he didn’t say a word, simply stepped forward and refilled his drink before setting the bottle and how own aside and climbing back into the bed.<br/><br/>Lucio held his flute out to the side carefully as Ansel moved up over him, murmuring those three words that sent a tingle down his spine accompanied with his name. Lucio loved how his unique name rolled off of his lover’s tongue, there was something utterly sublime about hearing Ansel speak the word. He kissed his beautiful professor passionately as he sealed their lips together, his free hand reaching upwards to cup his cheek delicately as they shared that deep lip lock. He allowed his eyes to open and his gaze to return back to Ansel when the man broke away from him, rocking back onto his heels and beginning to stroke his thighs. He listened to his declaration of love, of adoration, and he tried to mask the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips by sipping lightly on his champagne. He couldn’t mask a cheeky grin, however, as a mischievous one spread across Ansel’s face as he slid his panties down. The utter joy on his love’s face washed away any form of discomfort he’d felt when Ansel had interrupted him and slid him aside.<br/><br/>As Ansel leaned over to set aside the panties Lucio leaned over as well as set aside his glass so he could focus fully on his companion. The boy leaned his head backwards, resting it against the headboard and allowing his eyes to slip closed as Ansel began to pepper him with sweet kisses. He smiled faintly as Ansel lifted his legs upwards and slid his rock-hard erection against his anus slowly. “I . . . I want you to make love to me, my darling. Please,” he whispered breathily, winding his arms around Ansel’s shoulders firmly and holding him close.