His lover's body tightened and pulled against him, but Ansel didn't allow Lucio much movement as his hands held fast to the boy's hips, pulling him close as he speared Lucio with his cock. Ansel smiled as Lucio cursed at him, and a deep moan left his lips as he began thrusting hard into Lucio, savoring the rough texture of the walls of his rectum as he slid in and out of Lucio's body. "Go on, baby, tell me how you feel," Ansel teased, his abs contracting beautifully as he moved his hips back and forth in a strong, fluid motion, with no intention of letting up on Lucio, not until the boy came all over himself in a violent burst of satisfaction. After Ansel made him come, chances were high that Lucio's anger would dissipate, or at least fade to a tolerable irritability. Ansel didn't want to leave the lakeside cottage just yet, and he didn't want their romantic weekend to come to a conclusion due to some slutty teenager. If this is what Lucio needed to settle him, as Ansel suspected it was, he was more than happy to oblige.<br/><br/>He enjoyed how Lucio's voice was hearty and full; the boy had no desire to stifle his moans despite the fact that five other people were most likely in various states of sleep in the rooms surrounding them. Neither man minded; this wasn't about the teenagers. This was about them, their relationship, their love and their lust for one another. This was about Ansel reminding Lucio that no random little whore could ever take his place. Lucio was the only one for him. The only little whore he would ever need.<br/><br/>"What's wrong, Lucio? Too much?" Ansel panted, increasing his speed until the sound of flesh slapping flesh could be heard down the hallway were anyone to be lurking outside the bedroom door. The professor leaned down over Lucio and wrapped his hand around his lover's throat, pulling him back up with him so that his chest was pressed against the boy's clothed back as he continued to pump upwards into him. "You want to bite me again, my little slut? Hm?" He squeezed the arteries at the sides of his darling's throat, cutting off oxygen to Lucio's brain. Ansel was determined to make his lover's orgasm as intense and exhausting as possible, to fuck him so viciously that Lucio could feel his brain rattling around in his skull. He didn't care when his abs began to burn from the incessant thrusting, he simply kept going, refusing to slow down.<br/><br/>"I'm not gonna come until you do, baby, so you better do it fast. Otherwise I'm going to tear your pretty little ass apart."