Ansel ushered his lover into his vehicle, but once he started driving he did so with a contented, casual pace. The thought had occurred to him that before he could go home, he would have to drop Lucio off back at the dorms, leave him for the night until they were brought together again. Ansel preferred to put that off as long as possible, so he drove without haste into the evening, his hand once again seeking out Lucio's and holding it tightly.<br/><br/>"Thank you for the meal, Lucio," Ansel said gently, sparing a quick glace before directing his eyes back onto the road. "You have this wonderful ability to know exactly what I crave at each moment. It truly is astonishing." The professor gave Lucio's hand an affectionate squeeze, allowing a soft lull to grow between them as music played in the background. There was something oddly peaceful about being with Lucio, regardless of what they were doing. Talking to Lucio was delightful, the sex was astounding, and the silence was cathartic.<br/><br/>Their drive was peppered with bits of conversation here and there, words that put a wide smile on the professor's charming face. But before long they had reached the campus housing, and Ansel was forced to bring the car to a reluctant stop. He knew he would have the pleasure of getting to see Lucio tomorrow during class, watching his darling from a distance as he spoke in front of a lecture hall full of students.<br/><br/>When the engine settled, Ansel took off his seat belt and sat, not rushing to open Lucio's door as he had before. "Don't go yet," Ansel said abruptly. It was a command, not a request. The professor lifted a hand and stroked the side of Lucio's face, marveling at the smoothness of Lucio's skin. Strong fingers dragged through Lucio's golden hair and pulled the young man to Ansel, pressing their lips together in an amorous embrace. Ansel was happy to discover that all traces of Buckley were gone, and all that was left was Lucio with a distinct hint of lobster.<br/><br/>After a moment Ansel broke the kiss, but kept his forehead gently pressed against Lucio's. He chuckled lightly, biting his lip before whispering. "I truly hope I taste a modicum better than Buckley," he said teasingly, his fingers twisting silky strands around and around at the back of Lucio's head.