"I did nothing to you," Ansel replied playfully, leaning into Lucio's hand as the boy caressed his trimmed beard. "If I recall correctly, you were the one who approached me, Mr. Bane. You were the who tempted me, and you were the one who captured my heart and made me fall so intensely that I never, ever want to get up again." As Lucio dragged his thumbs over Ansel's swollen lips, he pressed a gentle kiss to each one in turn, lingering in the waves of serenity that bloomed from the contact.<br/><br/>"Lucio,<i> Ich liebe dich. Ich werde dich eines Tages heiraten. Ich verspreche</i>," Ansel mumbled, his aged German spilling from his lips like a fine wine, rich, flavorful, and deep. Ansel did not speak German often, as he hadn't a need to do so since the passing of his grandmother, but moments would arise when all the English words he knew had already been said, or he simply couldn't find it in himself to speak in a language others around him could easily understand. Sometimes there was an aching yearning in Ansel to say things but not have them be immediately comprehensible, they had to be extrapolated and broken down, opened up by someone curious enough. Perhaps Lucio would remember what he said, perhaps not, but regardless the sentiment would still be true, and it was another string of golden words tying the two men together that Ansel had no intention of breaking.<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><br/>The ecstasy was making the slightest touch feel like heaven, and Ansel could not think of a more appropriate position to conclude their coupling. Lucio lying down on top of him with his creamy ejaculate squished between their flat stomachs. Typically, Ansel wouldn't find it particularly enjoyable to be covered in semen. Tolerable, but the feeling of washing all of their bodily fluids off was more pleasant. Now, however, Ansel adored the sticky substance, appreciating the way it seemed to glue them together, at least in that moment. And perhaps they could have lied there for another thirty minutes, or an hour, or even two, if it weren't for the sounds of water and whispers that came to him now, snaking their way into Ansel's head and drawing his attention away from his lover.<br/><br/>Ansel reached up and stroked Lucio's hair as a smile spread across his face and a hearty laugh escaped him. "There are people on the shore," Ansel said happily, not comprehending the implications their intercourse may have had in such a public space, and perhaps not caring even if he did. That little pill painted everything in broad, bright strokes, leaving even uncomfortable situations appearing wonderful and something to be celebrated. And as far as Ansel was concerned, their sex<i>should </i>have been celebrated. Not only was it the most amazing coupling they had had, Lucio had confessed his love for him, boldly and without restraint. Even if Ansel hadn't been high, in that moment he would have felt on top of the world knowing that his lover felt the same.<br/><br/>His cock was soft now, but he still hadn't removed it from Lucio's rectum, and part of him truly didn't want to. A pleasant pressure still flowed through him at Lucio's gentle squeezing. "Sweetness, here." Ansel stretched out his arm to grab one of the bottles of water and handed it to his lover, still petting his hair the entire time. "Drink, drink as much as you want. You're dripping with sweat."