As Ansel's eyes came into focus, a smile spread across his face. He squeezed Lucio's hand, finding the warmth emanating from the younger male's skin to be a pleasurable feeling. "Yes, it was quite pleasant," Ansel replied, sitting up in the bed and running his free hand through his dark hair. "I haven't slept that well in a long while. I may need to invest in one of these mattresses. Or, maybe, just more late-night physical activity to wear me out. Either seems like a reasonable solution."<br/><br/>He felt a soft pang in his chest as Lucio stood up and pulled away. It seemed the feelings from the night before had not calmed in any fashion. "Ah, yes, I suppose we can't just stay here forever, despite the wonderful accommodations. Life must resume." He watched as Lucio descended the steps and sighed, tossing the bedsheets off of his body and making his way to the bathroom. Despite brushing his teeth the night before, Ansel was displeased to find his mouth felt dry and his teeth grimy. It usually happened to him after a night of drinking. Relieved that Lucio hadn't kissed him, Ansel took extra care in brushing each tooth, his tongue and swigging a decent amount of mouthwash. The professor brushed back his hair in his signature slicked back style and made his way downstairs in the buff.<br/><br/>Ansel collected his clothes from the evening before. Unlike Lucio, the professor hadn't considered the possibility that he would be staying long enough that he'd need a change of attire. In that sense, Lucio was far more cognizant than Ansel was. The professor didn't mind much, however. The clothes had been worn only for a few hours, if that, before being casually tossed aside. He quickly dressed in his boxer briefs and trousers, buttoned his shirt and tucked it into his belt.<br/><br/>"So, Mr. Bane, how does this work? Do we run off our separate ways now, never to mention our time together, or do I get the privilege of acquiring you some breakfast?" The professor stepped up to Lucio and took the man's hand, pulling his thin body close. The top few buttons of Ansel's shirt remained open, exposing the top of his hard pectoral muscles. Ansel placed Lucio's hand here, against his skin, and wrapped his own arms around the student's waist. "I'd hate for you go home hungry after a busy night. Please, let me spoil you just a little bit."<br/><br/>What Ansel failed to mention to Lucio was that the thought of returning to their normal lives was giving the professor a sinking feeling in his stomach. His night with Lucio had been more pleasurable than any dalliance he had experienced in a long while. To separate from him so quickly, so unceremoniously, seemed wrong. Ansel wanted to do whatever he could to stretch out these last few minutes with Lucio, to hold him for as long as he was able.