Ansel watched as Lucio took his sweet time retrieving the bottle of lubricant from the glove compartment, huffing impatiently as his darling distracted himself by reading dull labels. Lucio's playful comment reminded Ansel of that night back at the suite, and he smiled fondly. "You know, darling, I had brought condoms to the hotel. I debated putting one on for quite a bit of time before deciding that I wanted to feel you as purely as I possibly could. I don't think I could bear wearing one now that I've had you without barriers between us, however thin they may claim to be." It seemed the professor's thoughts were in alignment with Lucio's: wearing a condom now seemed preposterous. They were too close, too intertwined with one another. Not feeling Lucio wholly could never be as wonderful as penetrating him as he was. Ansel desired to feel every nuance of Lucio's body without restriction, and he was happy to know that Lucio wasn't going to prohibit him anytime soon.<br/><br/>Time seemed to stretch on to the point of insanity as Lucio continued to move slowly, meticulously, a trait Ansel normally appreciated in others but not tonight. Lucio was enjoying being on top of Ansel, that was abundantly clear, and as Lucio said he planned on making use of every second Ansel was beneath him. The professor had the primal desire to grasp Lucio and slam him down onto his cock whether the young man was prepared or not, but another side of him found a foreign kind of pleasure in allowing Lucio to play with him so carefully. For the first time he could recall, Ansel had a strange desire to submit to someone else, let his lover do anything he pleased without interjection from the normally sexually aggressive man. Ansel wasn't sure what to do with this desire, so for the moment he kept silent, watching as his kitten removed his pants and tossed them carelessly to the side. The professor made a pained sound as his gaze followed the smooth lines of Lucio's thighs to their termination point. His hazel eyes, looking almost black in the low light, settled on Lucio's penis, causing the professor to sigh achingly.<br/><br/>The lubricant was initially cool against Ansel's member but warmed up nicely as Lucio slathered one, then two coats onto his shaft. Mesmerized by Lucio's motions, Ansel furrowed his brows slightly as he felt Lucio shift on top of him, preparing to pierce himself on Ansel's pulsing erection. It took only a moment for Ansel to realize that Lucio was foregoing prep and planned on taking him in raw, something Ansel only saw from his most sexually adventurous partners. If he thought about it too hard, the professor might have come to the conclusion that Lucio's bravado was supported by his stint as a seemingly successful prostitute, but instead Ansel just stared in awe, thoroughly aroused and attracted to Lucio's determination.<br/><br/>The look on Lucio's face, that split second of pain followed by unbridled pleasure, was perfection to Ansel's eyes. There was nothing in the world so beautiful as Lucio's lips when a gasp escaped them, or the small creases he received at the corners of his eyes when he clenched them from the pain. But then, that sharpness was followed by a breathtaking softness as his face settled, a hint of a smile flirted with the corner of his mouth. Lucio lowered himself completely onto Ansel's cock, forcing the professor to moan deeply and dig his fingers into Lucio's thighs.<br/><br/>But then he was gone, and Ansel's cock was exposed to the displeasing emptiness that air offered him. Perhaps Lucio saw the immediate protest in Ansel's eyes because before he could say anything, Ansel felt himself slip back into Lucio's rectum, warmth enveloping him and spreading throughout his body.<br/><br/>Ansel frantically wished he could thrust up into Lucio, stop this cruel game Lucio was playing. His love moved slowly up and down the length of his shaft, holding onto his thighs for support as he guided himself along. Ansel wanted to thrust, he wanted to buck and fuck Lucio senseless, but he was absolutely no position to do so. He didn't have enough traction on the car floor to push himself up properly, and even if he did thrusting too aggressively would send Lucio flying up into the ceiling of the car. Not only would it ruin their erotic games, the thought of harming a single hair on Lucio's head was unacceptable to Ansel. No, there was nothing he could do. Ansel was at Lucio's mercy. However fast or slow Lucio wanted to go, all Ansel was allowed to do was sit back and enjoy it.<br/><br/>"Baby," he purred, bringing up a hand to stroke Lucio's face, "don't tease, precious. I can't stand it. I need all of you."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;<br/>​</div>As George Grissom walked down the stairs to the low dormitory parking lot, he grumbled harshly to himself. He hated it when the faculty lot by the history building grew full and he was forced to park elsewhere. It didn't happen often, but when it did it always put George in a terrible funk.<br/><br/>The lot was dark and filled with student vehicles, causing George to shift around trying to find his ten-year-old Buick. He had gone down two wrong aisles before remembering where the beast was parked when he became distracted by an unusual sight. A dark red Mercedes stuck out among the collection of empty student cars, especially one that had been parked a little bit away so anyone walking to their own car wouldn't pass the Mercedes directly. The familiar vehicle had tinted windows, making it next to impossible to see anything from the outside, especially in the low artificial lights scattered sparingly around the lot.<br/><br/>George smirked, shaking his head in a disapproving matter. "What are you doing down here, Essen? Visiting your little whore, perhaps?" he mumbled bitterly, about to head over to his car when he saw . . . something. A movement, subtle but it must have been there. Was someone in there? Was Ansel in there? Getting closer to the car wouldn't help, there was no way he'd be able to see what was actually happening inside, but maybe if he waited long enough, he'd see something that would help in his crusade to get Ansel von Essen fired.<br/><br/>George found his vehicle, a good distance away from Ansel's but with enough visibility to detect any other movement and see if anyone exited. After all, it wasn't like George Grissom had anything better to do.