As Lucio dragged his teeth along Ansel's thumb, he couldn't help but remember the feeling of his mouth wrapped around his cock just minutes earlier. He was desperate to feel that again, to have this beautiful creature on his knees, servicing him until he exploded, but that would have to wait. The time wasn't right. The anticipation had to build in order to make the orgasm worth it. If he had to wait until tomorrow, so be it.<br/><br/>"You have a deal, Mr. Bane. I will see you tomorrow evening." Ansel was intimately familiar with The Langham; he often enjoyed entertaining his own conquests there when Petra was off socializing with Chicago's elite. Although Petra was still young, her wealthy father had done well cementing her own fashion dynasty in the Windy City. Petra's boutiques offered practical midwestern businesswomen with looks inspired by the runways of New York and the free-spirited styles of Los Angeles. Her early success made her a darling socialite, and the fact that she dated a "lowly" but brilliant professor from one of the nation's most prestigious private universities made her look like an intellectual.<br/><br/>Ansel momentarily lingered on Lucio's face before leaning forward and pressing one last, deep kiss on the boy's lips. To Ansel, Lucio tasted like rainfall, and petrichor seemed to hover around him like a fine mist. It was intoxicating, and he wondered if he would ever smell anything like it again, or if this was solely, uniquely Lucio.<br/><br/>The professor could hardly bear to concentrate on dinner that night, or on classes the next day. The hours seemed to drag by, as if time itself was fighting its way through a path of tar. His mind was obsessed with images of Lucio, constantly wondering and fantasizing what else waited for him underneath the young man's clothing. The small glimpse of skin he had received the day before in his lecture hall was hardly enough for him. He wanted to see every inch, explore every curve, line and crevasse. Was Lucio the type to give into his every whim, or was he a playful fighter, would he make Ansel work for every taste, or would he present himself to the professor like a delicious gourmet meal on a golden platter. Ansel had to know.<br/><br/>Luckily enough for him, getting away from Petra wasn't an issue. She had promised herself to some charity dinner where the plates costs $750 apiece and had decided to go with one of her girlfriends instead of her handsome but aloof boyfriend.<br/><br/>"Don't be offended," she had told him as she applied a sweet mauve color to her lips. "Suzette has been talking about this event all month, and you don't seem to enjoy it anyway. You'd rather stay home and read one of your studies, wouldn't you?"<br/><br/>He had eagerly nodded and agreed, thanked her for being so understanding, and pressed his lips against her neck when she had gotten into her called car and left. Moments later, Ansel was on his way to The Langham, his body already preparing itself for what was to come.<br/><br/>When he arrived, he did not see Lucio waiting, and settled himself at the bar. He ordered himself a bourbon and let the alcohol sit before taking a small sip, his eyes adjusting themselves to his luxurious surroundings. Even if Lucio did not complete his end of the bargain, Ansel would be able to find some other person to keep him company. It would be quite the shame to settle for something less, however.