Ansel thought a moment in regards to Lucio's question, shrugging after a few seconds and offering the young man a charming grin. "Lucio, you wear whatever your heart desires as long as you think it can inspire a longing in my cock. I want you looking so good that all I'll be able to think about while I'm schmoozing and drinking<i>very</i>expensive champagne is how much I want to fuck you in front of everyone. Drive me wild. I have no doubt in your abilities." He began covering himself and fastened his pants as Lucio scribbled his number down onto a piece of paper. When Lucio tore the paper out from one of his notebooks and passed it his way, Ansel took the paper eagerly and folded it carefully before slipping it into his pants pocket. "Thank you," he said simply, feeling both elated and honored that Lucio would trust him with his personal line. Analyzing Lucio's methods in his business, and using basic logic, Ansel presumed that Lucio didn't hand his number out lightly, preferring to keep his clients at a respectable distance. But as Lucio said, Ansel wasn't truly a client anymore, he just liked him.<br/><br/>The professor stood and took Lucio into his arms one last time. This was the hard part, the saying goodbye, letting Lucio go off into the world before they could be together again. He wanted to leave Lucio yearning, he wanted to inspire a deep desire in the young man's chest so he'd be excited for Saturday. Ansel leaned down and began to work at Lucio's neck again, one hand settling on Lucio's waist while the other caressed his backside affectionately. Ansel's kisses were sweet at first, trailing from Lucio's jaw bone down to his collarbone once again, but soon enough a possessive feeling came over Ansel. Being so close to Lucio's flawless skin, knowing that soon enough he would be in the arms of another man, Ansel had to do something. He had to leave his mark, however subtle.<br/><br/>Ansel nipped gently at Lucio's neck, sucked on it lightly. It was juvenile to want to mark Lucio, he realized this, but if Lucio was going to be spending tomorrow night with Buckley like Ansel imagined, then it was going to be a very difficult night for Ansel to get through. He wouldn't be able to think about anything else. The only comfort he could imagine was knowing that Buckley would see his mark, would know that Lucio had been with someone else. That he belonged to someone else. Buckley was just lucky enough to have Lucio grace him for a few hours, but he would also return to someone else. To Ansel.<br/><br/>"The weekend can't come quickly enough, my darling," he purred, continuing to work lightly at Lucio's throat until a small bruise formed on the young man's neck.