Lucio’s lips parted slightly at the bristling tone that Ansel’s voice took on. He was furious. Lucio hadn’t expected much less, but it didn’t stop it from being mildly shocking as he stood there and stared at the irate older male. “He most likely will, Ansel, I can’t argue with that … But I won’t let him place a hand on me, I promise you,” he whispered as he began reaching out a hand to touch his lover’s beautiful face, unable to help himself from admiring the storm held within his dark gaze. He drew his arm back, however, as Ansel turned away from him, cradling it against his chest tenderly as though his lover had smacked him away.<br/><br/>He bit down onto his lower lip at Ansel’s prying question, and he shrugged his shoulders slightly. “The date will happen when Delou wishes it to, he just has to let me and the foundation know the time and place and I’ll have to attend as long as I don’t have any obligations,” he explained quietly with a heavy sigh, reaching up to rub his face in a bit of an exasperated manner. “It’s just one evening, a few hours. He’ll take me out to dinner, we’ll catch up and chat, and then I’ll come back,” he paused briefly, unable to stop his lips from curling upwards ever so slightly at the statement that was leaving his lips, “I’ll come back home. To you. I’ll warm your bed and you can fuck me into the early morning hours to reclaim me if you so desire,” he murmured, stepping forwards and reaching out to take a firm hold on Ansel’s hand.<br/><br/>“Speaking of fucking into the early hours of the morning … I know that the mood might not be the best but I did have plans for us this evening.” Lucio pulled Ansel towards him gently, his brow furrowing ever so slightly as he looked up into Ansel’s eyes. “I know you might not be interested anymore, my love, but I did do quite a bit of setup for tonight. At least come upstairs and see what I’ve put together for us, and if you still aren’t interested we can go back home.”<br/><br/>Without waiting for a response from his irate lover Lucio turned, keeping a hold on Ansel’s hand and leading him out of the room that the gala had taken place within. He guided him to the elevator, and stood silently beside him, bowing his head ever so slightly and shifting about in a mildly uncomfortable manner though he kept Ansel’s hand clutched within his own as though the agitated professor would slip from his grasp were he to release him. When the elevator arrived at their floor, Lucio led Ansel out into a familiar corridor, and they moved down the hall to the Royal Living Suite. The young englishman took a deep breath as he paused at the door, finally releasing his significant other’s hand as he gazed at the structure. Once exciting, perhaps even arousing, the prospect of going into the suite was a bit daunting after his last experience within its lavish interior. Lucio began to stall a bit, turning and leaning against the door without opening it and reaching upwards to loosen his tie.<br/><br/>“I … I really am sorry for what happened down there love,” he whispered as his gaze swept over his beautiful boyfriend. “I hope I can make it up to you.” He cleared his throat lightly before turning and scanning his key card, pushing open the door and stepping inside. The sight they were initially greeted with was not unlike that on the first night they arrived. He’d even gone as far as to order the position of the same exact bourbon and champagne on the countertop that had been there on their first evening with one another. Lucio didn’t linger on the first floor with his lover, however, as that wasn’t where he’d had the fun set up.<br/><br/>“I wanted to surprise you, so I didn’t ask what parts of this sort of play you were particularly fond of. I just picked the pieces I thought might have been the most appealing for our first time attempting something of this nature,” he murmured as they stepped up into the all too familiar bedroom. Upon all four corners of the bed post there were handcuffs fastened firmly, ready to be clasped onto the limbs of a mildly anxious englishman. He hadn’t been entirely sure what method of restraint Ansel would prefer, so he also had a fair bit of rope wound up and set onto the bedside table, beside which were a number of small toys. Lying there was a vibrator, a fairly basic cock ring, a blindfold, a gag, and a set of adjustable nipple clamps. On the opposite bedside table there was an assortment of weapons that Lucio had picked out: A black riding crop was settled neatly beside an intimidating looking flogger, and next to those there was a thick wooden paddle and a little pinwheel device. It was a simple set up to be sure, but then this was one of the few sexual venues in which Lucio found himself lacking experience in.<br/><br/>“What do you think, Ansel?” he whispered as he slowly turned to face the man after surveying the once again satin covered bed “Are you prepared to<i>try</i>to dominate your nasty little whore?” Everything looked as he’d wished it to for their first evening of restraint and torture, and he wondered if it’d be enough to entice the angry man. He reached up to pull the mask from his face, tossing it aside before beginning to slip his jacket from his shoulders as he slowly stepped forward, pushing aside the role of doting boyfriend and taking on the persona of the sex kitten he knew Ansel loved so much. “Or are you too preoccupied to indulge in your fantasy?”