As Lucio’s arousal gradually grew, an erection eventually coming to rest against his abdomen as he leaned back against Ansel’s strong torso, he allowed his apprehension to slip away. As his worries faded with his lover’s gentle attention, he internally chastised himself for being so silly just minutes prior. Ansel was his, and he was Ansel’s, and he was all too sure that the man would never do anything to harm a single hair on his body. He might torture him, punish him, fuck him into oblivion, but he’d never truly hurt him. Lucio contented himself with this fact, which settled itself in the back of his mind as he shifted his attention onto the pleasures of the present moment.<br/><br/>The young model let out a muffled groan of protest from around his gag as Ansel slid his hand up to his throat and pulled away the little toy. Ansel’s deep voice graced his ears in a pleasant manner soon after though, and he wiggled slightly in his lap, allowing himself to be pushed off and to the side only moments later. Lucio watched with an eager gaze as Ansel stripped off the final layers of clothing that hid his glory away, and his face simply lit up at the sight of him all undressed and available for his viewing pleasure. It couldn’t last long though, that much he knew, and he forced his eyes to lift upwards again as Ansel began to speak. Lucio gazed into his lover’s eyes as he spoke, not averting his gaze until the pillows at the head of the bed were pulled into the conversation with a flippant gesture. Ah, so now the fun would begin.<br/><br/>Lucio dipped his head politely in Ansel’s direction. His eyes crinkled ever so slightly at the corners in some semblance of a smile, though he couldn’t actual curve his lips at all with the gag set between them. He carefully wiggled back onto the bed, struggling a little bit with his arms pinned down to his sides and being of little use to them. He managed well enough though, twisted about to move himself up onto his knees after a short struggle with balancing. He managed to bring himself up towards the head of the bed carefully, making sure he was positioned properly before plopping his head down onto the pillows. As his head dropped down, he allowed his pert behind to rise up in turn, exposing himself to his lover shamelessly. He shifted about there for a few moments to make himself perhaps a bit more comfortable in the compromising position. Of course he kept in mind that his comfort was far from paramount in that situation; Ansel’s desires ruled now, and if he were to wake the next day with a crick in his neck from the positioning than so be it. Ansel had endured the foul dinner and auction for him, and so he would gladly endure a bit of discomfort for the sake of his beau’s pleasure.<br/><br/>Lucio batted his eyes rather sweetly as he kneeled there, his bedroom eyes vying to pull Ansel into him. He knew his partner would not be so easily persuaded as to abandon all efforts at his night of domination simply because of a pair of pretty bedroom eyes. Perhaps if this had been one of their first nights together, but Ansel had already had the pleasure of penetrating Lucio quite a few times. He knew full well that a night of something more exciting would take precedence over just satiating the animalistic need that both of them felt to fuck like bunnies at every chance they got. That desire could, and would, be attended to another time. Tonight was a night for dragging out the experience that both of them would have in the most torturous of ways … Despite his initial apprehension, at that stage in the evening Lucio would have been lying were he to say he wasn’t rather excited for what was to come.