Lucio smirked at the man's surprised and he murmured thoughtfully, "I'm quite fond of temperature play, actually. I've found that my favorite transition is from extremely cold to extremely hot, it makes for some lovely sensations," he commented softly, watched as Ansel sat up slowly between his legs. He immediately missed the enticing pressure that the man's body had offered, but he knew that in moments an enjoyable sort of play would begin, so he didn't protest at all. He watched closely as the professor examined the wide variety of foods that he had ordered them, and he bit down firmly onto his lower lip as he admired just how sexy the older man was. He was beyond grateful that he had the opportunity to spend this night with him, though he was being very firm with himself that this would be their first and last evening together. He didn't wish to drag it out, even though he'd teased their guest earlier with those alleged plans. He knew that when he was genuinely attracted to someone like this, he needed to nip the affections in the bud before they grew into something that he couldn't properly maintain. It was better for everybody involved that way.<br/><br/>His was torn from his thoughts by the delightful sound of Ansel's voice and he smiled faintly at the professor. "I suppose you can do whatever you'd like, Doctor Essen . . . This is your evening after all," he said lightheartedly as he watched him lean over to begin pulling scoops from the bowls. He breathed in rather sharply as the bitterly cool scoop was placed first on his chest. It almost immediately began to melt when it came into contact with his warm skin, which was slightly flushed from all of the affections he'd been receiving, making the frozen dessert feel even colder to the touch for him.<br/><br/>He reveled in the sensation he got when the mans lips and tongue began delving into the mounds of dessert that had been laid out a top him. His fingers curled lightly into the cushions below them at the sensations of the mans warm mouth pressing against his now almost uncomfortably chilled skin. He produced a small range of soft noises at the feelings, thought for the most part he just kept his eyes closed, bit down onto his lip, and enjoyed the experience. He was all too happy that Ansel lingered on the whiskey ice cream he'd placed upon his pelvis, both for the fact that he had hoped Ansel would enjoy that particular, novel flavor and for the fact that he was delightfully close to his cock. Lucio enjoyed the teasing, oddly enough, where some might find it to be agitating.<br/><br/>Lucio expected the teasing to continue, he didn't think he'd be receiving any direct contact for a long, long while. He was delighted, though, when Ansel began to speak and further displace his boxers. He lifted himself up onto his elbows slowly so he could gaze down at Ansel, his lips parting slightly and then a soft gasp escaping his lips as Ansel's pressed up against the based of his painfully erect member. Though his lips had felt warm in regards to the skin where the ice cream had sat, they now felt wonderfully cold against his cock. The sensation was a very welcome one, and the sight of Ansel down between his legs, paying close attention to his most intimate body part was quite lovely. "You call me a cruel tease, Sir, but I do believe that that title belongs to you," he whispered as he slowly reached down with one hand and ran his fingers delicately through the man's hair. There was an affection quality to the way he looked at and touched the older male, though he tried his best to disguise it.