The moment Lucio reached his climax, Ansel released his neck, letting the boy breathe in deeply his he ejaculated onto the bed. Ansel followed shortly after, groaning harshly as he deposited his seed deep into Lucio. When he had finished, he pulled out of his lover and fell down beside the tearful young man, spooning his backside and wrapping a thick arm around Lucio's tiny waist so he could pull him close. His hand was wet from where Lucio's tears had run over it, but he didn't mind. As much as it pained him to have his lover crying beside him, this state was preferable to the blinding rage that had caused Lucio to toss a skillet at another person's head. This was a cool pain, something chilly that clutched at the boy's chest, and Ansel could soothe this. He would.<br/><br/>"Shhhh, I know, sweetness. I hurt you, and I'm so very sorry for that," Ansel whispered, stroking Lucio's long luxurious hair as they lay together. "You're right. I should never have allowed Ian so close, even if I had no intentions with him. You are the only one I ever want to fuck like this, you understand? Only you." He kissed Lucio's neck, willing the boy to calm himself if he could. Ansel nuzzled him gently, still feeling the bruise at his neck throb where Lucio had bit him. He didn't mind the pain so much anymore, though.<br/><br/>After a long moment of silence, Ansel shifted behind Lucio and pressed his lips to the boy's ear. "I don't really want to leave," he said gently, continuing to run his fingers through Lucio's hair. "But I'd understand if you still wanted to go. We can have a romantic weekend anywhere, as long as we're together. If being in the same house as Ian is too much, we can pack everything up and drive wherever you want to go. We can go back to my place, if you want. Or rent a hotel somewhere. You tell me what you want, baby. I'll do anything."