Ansel smiled at Lucio's suggestion and nodded as Lucio removed himself from the bed. He watched Lucio saunter, admiring the young man's backside as he left. Ansel made his way to the bathroom and began filling up the large and luxurious tub. He dragged his fingers along the hot water and watched as steam began to snake its way up to the ceiling. His body felt sweaty, sticky, tired, but he had a feeling the hot tub would rejuvenate him.<br/><br/>When the tub was half way full, Ansel stepped inside and sunk down into one of the carved out marble seats. Immediately his muscles began to relax and all of the dirtiness that covered his body melted away. Stretching out a hand, he played with the controls for the jets and found small pleasure in the way the water began to bubble and froth around him.<br/><br/>Lucio returned, still covered in his own drying semen, and Ansel couldn't help but smile. "Come, Mr. Bane," he said, waving the student toward the tub. He took the bottle as Lucio set it down and opened it enthusiastically, pouring some of the expensive champagne into each glass. "Drink with me, darling. You deserve it. You worked so hard."<br/><br/>And in a way, Lucio certainly had. To take such a vigorous and enthusiastic thrusting from Ansel without shying away was an impressive feat. He leaned forward and pressed a deep kiss to Lucio's lips, then took a deep drink from his champagne glass.<br/><br/>"Mr. Bane, tell me something I don't know about you. I know every curve, line, and crevice of your body, but I don't know your favorite color." He chuckled and took another drink. "Share with me, and maybe I'll share something with you."