Ansel nodded as he watched Lucio pour the water down his throat, admiring the way some streams escaped from the corners of his mouth and ran down his body in long, winding paths. "Hyperthermia, yes. It is when your body overheats. Ecstasy has the wonderful reputation of causing drug-induced hyperthermia, which can be deadly if you don't drink enough water while engaging in heavy physical activity. As most people who use e do so during ravings, where everyone is jumping around and the area is warm and stuffy due to a large congregation of bodies, it is more likely to happen in that setting. But we've been good about getting water into you, baby. And you look fucking amazing up there, dripping with glistening sweat." Truly, Lucio looked as if his body was covered in liquid diamonds; he sparkled wonderfully in the dying light, and soon enough they would be there, cool twilight air kissing their bodies as their highs finally subsided.<br/><br/>"<i>Mein kleiner goldener Fuchs</i>," Ansel said gently, reaching up to stroke Lucio's damp cheek. "What would you like to do? We have a short while left, feeling like this. Seeing the world in marvelous technicolor and ultraviolet. Anything you want to do, any sensation you want to feel? We can watch as the sun finally completes its slow death on the lake's edge, spraying its light across the surface of the ever-moving water, we can sit at the very edges of the shore and let the small waves kiss our toes. Or we can walk along the water's edge, leaving footprints in the wet sand. Anything, anything at all. Or we can go eat, if all that grinding gave you an appetite." Ansel laughed deeply, amused at his own light teasing, and finally shifted his body, although reluctantly, out from beneath Lucio. He disliked the way his cock slid out from Lucio's tight hole, although he very well knew he couldn't stay there forever. He placed his hands on Lucio's hips and delicately pushed him to the side, pulling up his trunks and grabbing the ones that he had aggressively torn from his lover's body.<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><br/>"Here," he said, handing Lucio his trunks, "I'd imagine your brothers' friends have seen enough of you to last a lifetime. How that is possible, I have no idea, as I'm sure I could spend the rest of eternity staring at you and still find new aspects of your glorious visage to marvel at, but alas, they don't see you as I do." Ansel grinned, looking to Lucio and simply staring for a moment. He still was finding it hard to understand how he could be so lucky, how it was even comprehensible that the universe would gift him with such a perfect partner. Ansel had always considered himself a handsome man, perhaps not model worthy like Lucio and his brothers, but fit and attractive with a body that belied his forty years and a face that had only just begun to hint at his age. He was masculine and complemented his classically attractive looks with a simple and usually sophisticated style, a clean and modern undercut, and a beard with never a hair out of place. But Lucio was something else entirely, a living piece of artwork, a magnificent creation that loved<i>him</i>. He couldn't understand it, but he didn't allow himself to focus on it too much. He wanted Lucio, and he had him, and he was never going to let him go.<br/><br/>The man stood up slowly and stretched out his long, muscular limbs. The muscles in his thick arms bulged and contracted as he reached above his head, and his abdomen flexed as he worked the stretch down through his spine, feeling the vertebrae pop in such a way that all he could do was moan appreciatively in response. Ecstasy even made these simple movements feel like heaven. "So what do you say, love?" he asked, directing his attention back to his sweet lover. "Want to walk down the edges of the lake as the sun finishes setting? We'll have to walk by the teenagers but I imagine that's the least offensive thing we'll have done today."