The blood rushed through him as Lucio's hand gently worked along the professor's shaft, and a mischievous grin danced along Ansel's lips when Lucio pulled his own hand to the younger man's hardening organ. Ansel nodded against his lover's shoulder at the request, ensuring that his fingers grazed Lucio lightly, delicately, as he certainly didn't want to cause Lucio any pain. Not any pain that Lucio didn't enjoy, anyway. He wondered for a moment if, once Lucio was fully healed, his darling would be interested in some light bondage, just enough to keep things kinky and interesting. After what Lucio had gone through with Buckley, Ansel didn't think he could ever bring himself to hurt Lucio extensively, certainly never enough to leave any lasting marks. Or maybe, perhaps, Lucio would be more interested in being rough with him? Ansel had always had a secret love of being slapped by his lovers, though he often didn't reveal that detail. Lucio was so sweet, Ansel wasn't sure if he could muster up enough aggression to go through with it, but perhaps it wouldn't hurt to ask.<br/><br/>The sounds of footsteps rushing into the kitchen, just off to the side of the dining room, forced Lucio to jolt away from him but thankfully he didn't remove his hand. Ansel cleared his throat and leaned back into his chair slightly, his lap still hidden by the table top. He quickly licked his lips and discreetly took his boyfriend's hand, removing it from over his pants and electing to shove it down his underwear completely so that Lucio could feel his hard cock in his palm without the layers of fabric. Ansel remained careful with Lucio's penis, softly caressing it over Lucio's joggers.<br/><br/>"You know what would be amazing, darling?" Ansel whispered softly, cutting off a bite of the pancake and slowly easing it into Lucio's mouth. "If you were to suck me off right now, I don't think I'd be able to last more than a couple minutes. Watching you eat has made me incredibly, hopelessly jealous of our little meal. Your lips are simply divine, my love."<br/><br/>Ansel could hear more footsteps; the teenagers clomped around like farm animals and made so much noise as they perused the kitchen, banging cabinets and slamming drawers open and shut. Ansel kept his focus on his lover's hard cock, and normally Ansel was very good at ignoring distractions, but he suddenly got the feeling that his sweetheart was going to be forced to play mother hen to his brothers and their friends, and all Ansel wanted to do was steal the entirety his attention away and keep Lucio to himself.