"Baby, forget the gifts," Ansel said, frowning as Lucio started pulling bags onto his arms. The young man seemed intent on getting everything inside, however, so Ansel begrudgingly followed Lucio's lead and grabbed everything he could. He didn't want to leave anything behind to give Lucio a reason to turn back. He led Lucio up the building to his place, anxious to get inside. Despite Ansel's inebriation, the professor still walked confidently, having taken the path while intoxicated many times before. Ansel fumbled with the keys for just a moment before successfully unlocking the front door and ushered Lucio inside, turning on the light as he carefully set all of his bags down.<br/><br/>Ansel's apartment, while slightly smaller than Johanna's, was just as impressive with the same dark, modern decor. The kitchen was all stainless steel and white marble, the living room furniture black leather facing a large flat screen TV and an impressive sound system. The walls were an attractive dark gray with a single blood red accent wall on the far side, where numerous pieces of abstract artwork meticulously hung. The place was a bachelor pad for a man with simple yet refined tastes and wherever one looked, every piece screamed Ansel. There was absolutely no evidence that a woman of Petra's tastes had ever spent time here, and Ansel was immensely grateful for that even if his mind was currently on other matters.<br/><br/>"Finally," Ansel groaned, taking Lucio's hand into his once the latter had set down his own haul. "Where do you want to start? The couch? Or do you want to go straight for the bedroom?" He pulled Lucio to him and began kissing on the young man's neck, savoring the flavor of his skin. "You are the best present I could ever receive, you know that?" he mumbled, continuing to rain affection down on Lucio. Their sexual chemistry was so intense, Ansel was already used to never denying Lucio and never being denied, and his foggy mind couldn't possibly comprehend that Lucio wouldn't want to have sex, especially after such a successful evening. To him, it seemed like the perfect way to end the night. Lucio had to agree, didn't he?<br/><br/>His fingers ran down Lucio's chest and very slowly started to work at the buttons on Lucio's lace shirt. "I'll be careful, I promise," Ansel chuckled, imagining that any reservations Lucio might have would just be due to his delicate attire and nothing else.