Lucio melted into Ansel's warm embrace as the Professor wound his arms about him. He enjoyed the kiss tremendously, and he honestly would have continued it for a while longer had Ansel not taken the initiative in breaking it. Lucio pulled his head back slightly, his brow furrowed a bit and his lips parted ever so slightly. He tipped his head to the side slightly as he tuned in quietly whilst the man began to speak, but it almost seemed as though he felt quite disoriented for a few moments. Ansel seemed like the type who always knew what to say and when to say it, so to see him almost speechless in a sense was rather odd for Lucio. He pursed his lips thoughtfully as the man broke off into a rather awkward, misplaced little laugh before offering an awkward compliment and then drawing him into another kiss.<br/><br/>Lucio returned the affections for a few moments, of course, but he was more prompt in breaking off this particular embrace. He smiled faintly up at Ansel as he slowly leaned back onto the desk to distance himself from the other man a bit. "This has been lovely, Doctor Essen . . . But I'm afraid I need to go. No matter how sore I might be I do have more classes to attend this afternoon, and dress rehearsals for choir this evening," he murmured in a hushed, almost uncomfortable tone of voice. He slipped past the larger man, pausing to tuck himself carefully back into his pants and sort out the layers of clothing he wore before retrieving his backpack from the ground and swinging it over his shoulders. He glanced back at Ansel and offered a forced little smile, moving back to the male and leaning in for one final, brief parting kiss.<br/><br/>"You know, we do have a performance tomorrow evening -- the choir I mean. If you're not busy you should attend; it's free entry for faculty, though I'd assume you already know that much," Lucio commented softly after he pulled away and took a few steps back. He didn't wait for any sort of response from the professor, however, before turning and hurrying from the classroom, reaching up to pull his hair back into a loose bun at the back of his head as he moved through the doorway.<br/><br/>Lucio went through the remainder of that day, as well as the entirety of the following one without much of a hitch aside from the fact that his backside was most definitely extremely sore from the third round of a pounding that it had taken. That evening as he was in the back prepping for the performance ahead, Lucio quietly wondered whether Ansel would find his way into the auditorium or not. The choir rarely attracted much of a crowd for their solo performances, as they weren't exactly the most successful group within the university, so it wouldn't be too terribly hard to spot him if he did. He also wondered, whilst he sat there getting his tie straightened and his hair touched up by one of his fellow choir members, why he gave a damn whether or not the Professor showed his face that evening. If he did he'd simply be another face out of the say two hundred that were predicted to attend this particular 'concert' they were putting on.<br/><br/>He cleared his throat and smoothed out the front of the<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fimages.express.com%2Fis%2Fimage%2Fexpressfashion%2F39_607_1558_796%3Fcache%3Don%26wid%3D361%26fmt%3Djpeg%26qlt%3D75%2C1%26resmode%3Dsharp2%26op_usm%3D1%2C1%2C5%2C0%26defaultImage%3DPhoto-Coming-Soon&amp;hash=888b482cd69ebbc777259108a540272b" href="https://images.express.com/is/image/expressfashion/39_607_1558_796?cache=on&amp;wid=361&amp;fmt=jpeg&amp;qlt=75,1&amp;resmode=sharp2&amp;op_usm=1,1,5,0&amp;defaultImage=Photo-Coming-Soon" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">suit</a>he wore as he was drawn from his thoughts by a murmured question from one of his peers. He turned to her and smiled, nodding despite the fact that he'd only half heard the question. His mind was focused on somebody who might not have even been in the same building as him, and he knew he needed to drag his brain from the gutter were he going to be able to perform properly.<br/><br/>It's not as though Lucio's singing voice was anything particularly awe inspiring, but it was rather pleasant, so he always got a solo or two in performances. Tonight was no different, he'd only be going on once throughout the entirety of the evening, to perform the closing song in the series of romance ballads and tunes they'd put together.<br/><br/>Lucio stood and took a deep breath, shaking his head slowly as though to attempt to rid it of those intrusive thoughts. He moved slowly to the edge of the backstage area, where he could see the small crowd gradually fileing in for the performance. He found himself searching quietly for Ansel, despite the fact that in his head he was telling himself over and over again that he had no need to search for the man. A prestigious professor such as Doctor Essen simply had no time to waste on a most likely sub-par performance put on by a group of bright eyed university kids . . . and Lucio.<br/><br/>The young male watched from the backstage area as his peers began meandering onto the stage whilst folks still trickled into the auditorium and settled into their seats. It didn't seem as though Ansel would arrive, and Lucio comforted himself with the idea that his absence was better for the pair of them. There was no reason for Ansel to go out of his way to witness Lucio in any manner except a sexual one, especially when they were already dabbling in something that Lucio was incredibly uncomfortable with: extended companionship.