“Voice it is, my love.” The professor had noticed Lucio's lack of an erection; it wasn't something either of them normally had any difficulty accomplishing and its absence practically screamed in Ansel's face. The poor boy stank of nerves, his body stiff and unsure. Though Lucio was typically an amazing actor, Ansel had come to understand his lover's silent cues and signals, and his cock wasn't exempt from such observations. He smiled softly, letting his fingers gently slide away from Lucio's slack cock as he stood. His pants hung from his narrow hips as he reached for the gag on the bedside table.<br/><br/>“Open your mouth, sweetness,” Ansel purred, twisting the fabric about itself while he waited for his darling to part those sweet, plump lips he was so terribly fond of. He was careful not to tie the gag too tightly; he wished to restrict Lucio's ability to speak but not make him uncomfortable. As he knotted the gag behind the boy's head, a part of Ansel wondered if perhaps it was right to indulge in a fantasy such as this after Lucio's traumatic experience. Even the therapist inside of him was conflicted. On one hand, whatever the two did together could be a triggering experience, exacerbating Lucio's anxious tendencies and leading to what could be another horrible night despite the fact that Ansel meant the young man no serious harm. Conversely, exposing Lucio to a safe, respectful, slow version of the horror he had experienced might be good for him. If there was anyone in the world Lucio could trust, it was Ansel.<br/><br/>Before any “punishments” could be dealt, Ansel wanted to shower the young man with affection in hopes that the attention would put him somewhat more at ease. The professor sat down on the bed and carefully pulled the tied up Lucio into his lap, spreading his legs out over him and leaving his limp cock open for whatever Ansel desired. Lips brushed themselves over the smooth skin of Lucio's throat, mustache and beard bristles tickling the Englishman's sensitive skin while a blind hand fumbled around for the vibrator on the table. Lucio smelled wonderful, fresh and airy, but Ansel couldn't deny there was something else about the boy's smell that piqued his interest tonight, something Ansel wasn't too familiar with, certainly couldn't place. Perhaps, with a little play, the smell would rectify itself, and Lucio would be his normal sex kitten boy once more.<br/><br/>As Ansel's mouth busied itself with the tantalizing flesh along Lucio's throat, one hand keeping the boy secure on top of him, the other pressed a button on the vibrator, bringing the sex toy to life. It buzzed excitedly as Ansel cycled through a few different settings, eventually satisfied with a low, rolling pulse that reminded Ansel of the tide crashing against a sandy shore. He turned the vibrator's strength down as low as it could go before sliding the little instrument beneath Lucio and situating the tip against Lucio's perineum, teasing the small bit of skin with the vibrations.<br/><br/>“You like this, precious?” Ansel whispered, eager to pleasure Lucio out from his ball of nerves.