Lucio hummed pleasantly against Ansel’s lips as his natural citrusy flavor mixed with the unique taste of his own precum. It produced an incredibly pleasurable flavor, to say the very least, and Lucio found that he wanted nothing more than to savor it for as long as possible. A short while later, however, he was distracted from this particular goal as Ansel slowly, carefully slid into his tight body. He let out a sweet whimper against his mouth, gladly hooking his ankles together so he could hold his legs easily about the other waist. The kiss was broken only moments later, and Lucio gladly laid back on the bed, staring up at the other with a lust filled, darkened gaze.<br/><br/>He swallowed hard and tipped his head back as he suddenly felt Ansel's hand press against his delicate throat. He bared his neck to the other without question at the light pressure, though his body naturally began to struggle against him when the pressure worsened and began restricting his breath. It didn't take long for his lungs to begin aching slightly in protest at the shallow gasps the younger male was being forced to take, but he found that he oddly enjoyed the struggle. He knew for a fact that when he finally was allowed to breath it would heighten the ecstasy produced by his orgasm, and he was more than willing to struggle for that.<br/><br/>It wasn't long, either, before the boy felt his body begin to contract in preparation for an orgasm. It wasn't until he felt Ansel begin to unload inside of him, however, and breath began to flood back into his lungs, that he too experienced the pinnacle of pleasure. He cried out as he began to orgasm, reaching down with one hand to pleasure himself eagerly whilst he did so. He gasped greedily for breath as he covered his stomach in his warm semen, and a few moments afterwards he collapsed back onto the bed, a lazy grin rapidly making its way across his features as Ansel slipped off and laid beside him. Lucio slowly turned onto his side as the man began to speak, not paying any mind to the semen that slowly dribbled down his flat abdomen. His grin grew even wider at the prospect of getting to crack open the bottle of champagne that waited downstairs.<br/><br/>"I think you're quite right... however, do you know what sounds even more delightful that champagne in bed, Doctor Essen? Champagne in the hottub," he murmured thoughtfully as he slowly sat up on the bed and then slipped off the edge of it. "It's in the bathroom right through that door, if you'd like to go begin running it I can fetch the champagne?" He suggested, motioning over to the only door on the second level of the luxury room. He didn't wait for any sort of response from the other man, he simply assumed the plan worked well enough and he turned and strode off to the stairs. Whilst naked the man somehow moved about with even more confidence than when clothed, which was the exact opposite of many individuals in his age group. It was rather intriguing, just like many other things about him were.<br/><br/>The young man walked down the stairs and fetched the champagne along with the two proper glasses. He took his time in doing so, in hopes that the large tub would at least be well on its way to getting filled by the time he arrived. He knew already that that particular fucking was going to leave him delightfully sore, so the hot tub sounded like a lovely option to reduce the aching in his backside. He returned to Ansel's side in the bathroom a short while later, carefully setting the bottle and glasses out onto the side of the tub.