Lucio seemed to glow just a bit more after receiving that high praise from the professor. He smiled quite pleasantly and nodded just a bit, "I have been told in the past that I am quite the rare find," he murmured thoughtfully in response as he wound his arms about the man's neck carefully again, gazing into his eyes quietly as the man proposed that they play a bit of a game. He hummed thoughtfully in response at the proposition, gladly pressing his pert little ass back against the professor’s hand as he continued on with his suggestion. He thoroughly enjoyed the fact that Ansel wanted to ravish him just as desperately as he wanted to be ravished, but the fact that he wished to genuinely please him was even more of an enigma in his mind. He was there to be a source of pleasure for Ansel, and yet he wished to turn the focus back onto him? It was an odd concept for the younger male, but he was all too happy to agree to the man’s terms.<br/><br/>"It's a bit odd, really . . . I'm here to fulfill your deepest desires and yet here you are looking to cater to some of mine," he commented quietly, his thumbs delicately stroking the nape of the man's neck as he gazed into his eyes. He allowed his hips to be lifted upwards as he thought back on all of the late night fantasies he'd had about the professor, the ones that had fueled furious masturbation sessions in the early hours of the morning. He train of thought was briefly derailed, however, when he felt Ansel’s penis slowly press against his tight hole. He closed his eyes for a moment, his face a mask of sheer anticipation at the pressure, even though he knew they couldn't easily continue without some preparatory steps. He forced himself out of this brief shock, though, so he could answer the question he'd been ask. He swallowed hard as he attempted to gather his thoughts again, though the pressure against his behind was incredibly distraction.<br/><br/>"I have had countless fantasies involving you," he admitted, his thumbs carrying on with their gentle stroking of the mans smooth skin. "They range from things as vanilla as the feeling of your lips on my cock, to things as perverse as having you restrain me to your office chair and tease me until I explode," he murmured honestly, biting onto his lower lip briefly before allowing it to slip slowly from between his rows of pearly whites. "Though, I must admit I do have one recurring fantasy. It is rather plain as far as late night romps go, but it is quite possibly my favorite. I have dreamed of you fucking me from behind on a bed made with slick satin sheets, my face pressed down against the mattress, whilst you hold my hands behind my back," he murmured, a little grin forming upon his lips as he suddenly stood. He took a hold of both of Ansel’s hands as he did to pull him up from his spot upon the plush love seat.<br/><br/>He released one of Ansel's hands, though he kept the other one tight within his grasp as he turned and began leading the man through the lavish suit and up the stairs to the second level. This level of the suit consisted of only a bedroom, one that couldn't be seen from the first floor. It was clear that this was one of the areas that had been touched by Lucio's personal tastes. The bed was made with the satin sheets he had described, and sitting upon the bedside table was a bottle of high end lubricant alongside a bottle of cheaper, but still incredibly tasteful champagne alongside two appropriate glasses. "I hope you'll forgive me for taking the liberty of setting up my fantasy here," he whispered as he turned to face the other, watching him take in the scene before him.