Lucio ignored Ansel's request to leave the gifts in the car and he sighed softly as he watched Ansel lift up what he hadn't managed to gather into his arms. He followed the other out of the parking garage and into the building quietly, moving slowly behind the man who strode forward with incredible confidence for someone who'd downed as many full glasses as he had. Lucio stepped into the apartment once the door was opened up and he set Ansel's multitude of things down once they arrived inside. He looked around slowly, unable to help admiring the well put together surroundings that simply screamed Ansel in every which way. Lucio had assumed that Petra would have left more of a mark on this place but it seemed to all be unmistakably Ansel's.<br/><br/>The student wasn't left to admire the impeccably decorated apartment for long, however, before his professor pounced on him yet again. He spoke in time with his actions, moving in and drawing Lucio close to him without question. The younger male grunted softly and exposed his neck without question as the man’s lips moved to attach to it. "I suppose we can begin on the couch . . . I want to go slow, darling, there's no need to speed things along," he whispered in an unsure tone of voice, his body tensing as Ansel's fingers moved to begin undoing the buttons on his lovely shirt.<br/><br/>He couldn't help but smile slightly as Ansel assured him that he'd be careful. It was a sweet sentiment, he couldn't deny that much, but it didn't deaden the anxiety that left a sinking feeling in his chest. He was afraid of how Ansel would react to his marred body. If Ansel didn't pay it any mind he'd most certainly pay in the fact that the entire evening would be spent in agony. If he did take the time to take in all of the marks and what they meant Lucio wasn't entirely sure what he'd have to deal with, but he knew that it wouldn't be anything good<br/><br/>He kept his throat exposed to his lover, unable to deny the fact that he did enjoy the attention his neck was receiving. It wasn't long before Ansel had all of the buttons on his lace front shirt undone, and the piece of clothing hung loosely from his body. He took a step back slowly, knowing that Ansel had a certain fondness for watching him undress, and he untucked the shirt fully before slowly slipping it from his shoulders. The first dark bruises that marred his beautiful skin were instantly visible after his arms were exposed. There were very clear hand marks along his forearms and biceps, where fingers had gripped and manhandled him in a clearly incredibly violent manner. Lucio hadn't allowed Ansel to see his back yet, but when he didn't he wouldn't be greeted with a pretty sight. His back was marred with what appeared to be lashing marks, a few of them having been administered so violently that they'd broken skin and left long, open slits in the boy’s skin. What had happened the evening prior had left his formerly pearlescent skin thoroughly sullied, and Lucio looked less than proud to strip for Ansel and show off the evidence of what he'd been forced to do with James Buckley.