Ansel thought that his polite, if erotic, rejection would be the end of it. The boy would pout, or stomp off in a huff, and Ansel could return to fixing his lover breakfast without interruption. But it seemed Ian didn't want to want to just follow the path that Ansel had laid out for him, and even after Ansel had removed his hand from the boy's smooth face, he lingered, continuing to stroke Ansel's muscular body, his fingers pirouetting down a series of tight abdominal muscles. When Ian spoke again, Ansel's playful features slowly morphed into a stern frown. Even irritated, Ansel was shockingly handsome, with his masculine jaw clenched and his hazel eyes narrowed dangerously. Whether this new look aroused Ian or not, it certainly didn't seem to stop him from continuing his little speech.<br/><br/>When Ian began to pull Ansel's trunks down his hips, the professor's hand shot up and gripped his wrist tightly, his biceps taut as he held Ian in place. "Let me be sure that I'm understanding you correctly, dear," Ansel said, his mouth tight as he spoke, but his voice deceptively smooth. "You want me to fuck you, right? You want my cock buried deep inside that little ass of yours? You saw me fuck Lucio. You have a small idea of what I'm capable of. And the way you think this is going to happen is by threatening to out my relationship with Lucio?" Ansel exhaled deeply, trying to keep himself calm as he did not wish to rouse Lucio from his slumber and have him witness this mess. Just a few weeks into their relationship and it already seemed that everyone was eager to threaten what they had with one another. Ansel worried that this was going to continue until Lucio graduated or dropped out, and he knew the young man would never drop out.<br/><br/>"I have to admit, Ian, blackmail doesn't exactly get my cock rock hard. You might have been more successful if you had stuck with the whole seduction thing." He let Ian's wrist go and shifted his body slightly, pulling his hips back in a vain attempt to disassociate himself from the model, though he still didn't bother pushing Ian away just yet. "I love Lucio, and I have no desire to have anyone test my loyalty to him, but I also do not appreciate you threatening my livelihood. I enjoy my job immensely, Ian, and I'm quite good at it. But unless you have a more convincing argument as to why I should fuck you, I'm going to have to once again decline."