Ansel gave himself completely to Lucio, melting into the boy's lips and returning the kiss with an intensity that overwhelmed any they had shared with one another before. He had heard the words he had wanted so desperately, finally, whispered out of Lucio's sweet, timid mouth. It was beautiful. Ansel pressed his weight down onto Lucio as they kissed, his swollen hand supporting the back of Lucio's head while the other slipped underneath his shirt so he could caress Lucio's flat stomach. It had only been a few days since they had last kissed one another, just over a week since they had last fucked, but time had seemed to drag on cruelly, each minute being stretched beyond its limit, leaving Ansel feeling like it had been months since he'd had the opportunity to touch his darling. Despite Lucio's pallid appearance and the throbbing pain in Ansel's hands, Ansel felt more attracted to Lucio than he ever had before, something he didn't think possible before this moment.<br/><br/>The professor moaned against Lucio's lips, situating himself between the younger man's legs. The hand that had been dancing along Lucio's stomach returned to its owner, feverishly working on Ansel's leather belt and wrinkled slacks. Ansel had already begun to pull demandingly at Lucio's joggers before he stopped, tearing his lips away from Lucio and gasping lightly. "I'm sorry, you're probably still . . . " A regretful grimace crossed Ansel's face and he pulled back, leaving Lucio's joggers intact and his pants undone. "You're still healing. The last thing you'd want is a dick inside you. I apologize, I suppose I got a bit carried away." He cleared his throat and sat up the smallest bit, alleviating some of the pressure that he had been putting on Lucio's pelvis.<br/><br/>"I could get in a lot of trouble if someone caught me here," Ansel said playfully, directing his attention away from the idea of sex as best he could, although it wasn't a very genuine attempt. Ansel wanted nothing more than to be inside of Lucio, thrusting aggressively and making him moan and squeal in pleasure. He wanted to feel Lucio writhe beneath him, cling to him with his arms and legs and pull Ansel deeper inside of him, but as Ansel stared down at his love he couldn't ignore the pain still etched in Lucio's face. He didn't want to hurt him.<br/><br/>"They would have to punish me, probably with a short suspension. I don't think I'd mind, though. Means I could waste my tiny involuntary vacation with you." He smiled and gently began stroking Lucio's hair. "What do you say we take a trip, hm? Anywhere you want. We could go back to London, maybe? Or Paris. Dublin, Tokyo, Sydney, Sao Paulo. Wherever your heart desires." Ansel's dreamy suggestions, while sincere, were also just a way for Ansel to keep himself from fucking Lucio. And to ignore the blood on his shirt and hands. Lucio wasn't an idiot. Surely he would have known what Ansel had done. But he didn't want to talk about it. He didn't want to distract from this moment, right now, where Lucio was in his arms and time, if only for a brief moment, felt perfect and still.