"Doctor Essen," the boy muttered in greeting as he settled down into his seat, folding his hands upon the desk as he gazed at the man whilst he kept himself busy. Again the indifference that he observed within the professor before the class and all throughout the lecture brought both a sense of pain and relief to him. The relief, at this stage, outweigh the dull ache that spread through his chest, and he did his best to mirror the older males complete indifference by idly taking notes in his notebook, though in reality he was just silently doodling for the entirety of the class period. He only lifted his eyes to glance at the professor occasionally, and even then he didn't allow his gaze to linger on Ansel for long. He didn't want to look at the man and begin thinking about him; his smile, his moans, his jovial laugh that Lucio so desired to hear again. He didn't want any of that to come unbidden into his mind (though, in truth, it did a few times), so he simply kept his eyes away and focused down on his drawings.<br/><br/>When the lecture was concluded Lucio stood with all the rest of his peers, quietly packing up his few belongings and setting his eyes on the door. He would have made it out without a hitch, as well, if Ansel hadn't spoken his name. He physically winced as the man called to him, though only the slightest bit, but he also stopped dead in his tracks. He turned his eyes slowly over onto Ansel, and then he let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd begun holding and slowly made his way over to the man.<br/><br/>He stood in front of him quietly, staring up at him with a cool gaze whilst the other students filed out, muttering softly to each other and glancing over at the pair occasionally. He wasn't sure what to expect from Ansel once they were alone, but he certainly didn't expect anything more than a conversation. So, when the man was so bold to grab him, Lucio didn't struggle at all at first. In fact, the surprise mixed with the desire for the man that still burned within the pit of his stomach led him to melt into Ansel's embrace, at least for a minute.<br/><br/>Lucio kissed him back eagerly, cherishing the sweet taste of the older male as he reached up to grasp his shoulders lightly for support. He leaned against him, Ansel's body easily supporting his minuscule weight, and grasped at his erection when his hand was deposited upon it. It didn't take him to terribly long, however, to come to his senses and he immediately drew both of his hands to the professors broad chest. He planted them there firmly and gave him a rather insistent shove, which ultimately caused him to stumble back out of Ansel's embrace, gasping softly for breath.<br/><br/>"Doctor Essen, I was under the impression that we'd come to an agreement on Saturday morning," he managed to say in a mostly composed tone as he ran his hands over the front of his torso. He cleared his throat uncomfortably, his tongue darting out over his lips briefly as his hands continued to search for any wrinkles on his shirt to removed, despite the fact that there were no more present.