Lucio had smiled coyly at the professor’s vocalizations, but he’d offered no more acknowledgement of them. He went about his business with the champagne and he gladly took a hold of Ansel’s offered hand after he’d handed over his glass. He retreated into the bedroom with him, his expression having softened considerably when he laid eyes on the painstakingly set up room. The candles offered a soft, ambient light; it was just enough light to keep the mood relaxed and intimate, but not quite enough to cast harsh shadows or point out any glaring imperfections. It was perfect for a slow paced, romantic coupling. Lucio wondered, briefly, if tonight would be the first time they made love to one another. As Ansel punched on the music it certainly seemed so; Lucio promptly reminded himself, however, that in that moment he wasn’t sure Ansel could appreciate him fully. He wasn’t sure one could enjoy a truly romantic evening if they were playing as a fetishized version of themselves, as Lucio was. It was a mild let down after a brief moment of unbridled excitement, but nothing the young Brit couldn’t handle. There would be plenty of opportunities for them to have a less erotically charged evening, and tonight he was catering to Ansel’s desires after their slightly disappointing weekend together.<br/><br/>He was drawn back to the present as he watched Ansel slip down into a seated position on the end of the bed, beckoning him closer eagerly even as he was still settling down. Lucio allowed an alluring smirk to form on his lips, and he took his sweet time making his way over to Lucio, all of his movements long, slow, and stunningly elegant. He settled himself in between Ansel’s legs, though he remained standing, gazing down into the eyes of the seated man as he wound his arms about his neck. He listened to the man’s little predicament and he pursed his lips thoughtfully, his fingers stroking the back of Ansel’s neck in rhythm with the soft, sensual music.<br/><br/>“I can see where those conflicting desires would cause some confusion,” he commented softly as he slowly brought one knee up onto the bed beside Ansel’s, leaning forward to slowly press their cocks together. The sheer fabric of the panties he wore did nothing to conceal the erection he had forming, though it did offer a slightly different textile feel as Lucio slowly moved his slightly constrained penis against his lover’s. “But I’m sure we can easily come to some sort of compromise,” he murmured thoughtfully, leaning into Ansel to begin peppering kisses over his neck, his hair draping down over the man’s skin as he did so, gently tickling his flesh. Lucio passed his lips delicately over the large bruise he’d left on his throat earlier in the day, and he continued on slowly grinding against his darling as he moved to nibble on his shoulder affectionately.<br/><br/>He didn’t allow the gentle teasing to last long, eventually he slid his hands around to Ansel’s chest and he pushed him back onto the bed firmly, smirking as he kicked off the stiletto heels he’d been wearing and hopped atop his love. He straddled the man’s abdomen, though in that moment he faced away from Ansel’s face, allowing the man to momentarily admire his lace clad rear as he took his cock into his hands. “And to think . . . All of the godliness that is you is all mine,” he purred pleasantly before leaning down to swirl his tongue about the man’s cock before slipping his painted lips over the swollen head. His pert behind slid backwards as he leaned over until it was settled comfortably on Ansel’s chest as he began to fellate him rather enthusiastically.