The feeling of Lucio slithering down to the floor in between Ansel's legs was more than he could have ever anticipated. Those full, supple lips wrapping around his hardened shaft were sublime. Ansel didn't care that Lucio was attempting to play him, he didn't care that he was going to have to compromise his professional integrity (it was something he'd done before, anyway). He didn't care that Lucio's mouth around his cock was an act of academic survival. The way Lucio's tongue dragged across the underside of his cock, the light pressure on his swollen head, and the way those sweet, not-so-innocent eyes stared up at him was too lovely to be believed. Lucio was a con artist, but Ansel was allowing himself to be fooled.<br/><br/>Ansel moved his hand onto the back of Lucio's head, gently but firmly, slowly pushing down so more of him could be inside of Lucio's wet mouth. As Lucio continued to fellate him, Ansel debated the merits of letting himself climax. If he did, Lucio would without a doubt be the winner of their little battle of wills. Ansel didn't mind, as the favor could certainly be repaid at a later, but he recognized how giving up too much of his power too soon may negatively affect his ability to bargain with Lucio later on.<br/><br/>His thoughts were cut short by the sound of knocking on the office door, followed by an attempted opening of the door. "Ansel? Ansel, are you in there?"<br/><br/>Ansel's lips grew tight as Petra's voice punched through the door. "Yes, love. I'm with a student, one moment." Ansel's voice sounded tired, bored, completely betraying his inner feelings of lust for the boy between his legs. He ran his fingers down Lucio's cheek and lifted him up my his chin, bringing the boy to his lips while he tucked his impressively large cock into the waistband of his trousers. The natural taste of Lucio's lips mixed with the faint flavor of his own precum was addicting. He lamented having to pull away.<br/><br/>"Sit," he whispered, wiping his mouth and beard clean of Lucio. He straightened his shirt and composed himself easily, a something he had done a dozen times before. He opened the door and Petra danced her way into the office, a Victoria's Secret bag dangling off her arm.<br/><br/>"Sorry to intrude, but Samantha and Yves have invited us to dinner tonight and we must leave soon if we're going to find any reasonable parking downtown. The last thing I want to do is walk ten blocks in these heels."<br/><br/>"That's lovely news, darling, but couldn't you have just texted me?"<br/><br/>"Well, I was so close to campus I figured I'd drop by. Hello," she said, turning towards Lucio. "You're a pretty thing. You're one of Ansel's students?"<br/><br/>Ansel's eyes locked onto Lucio's, his lips curled lightly. It was time to see just how good of an actor Lucio really was.