When Lucio began to writhe beneath him desperately, Ansel decided to release the young man and let him cling to him. Lucio's nails dug into Ansel's flesh in just the way he liked and Lucio moaned in his lover's ear, fueling the older man to keep thrusting and pounding into him without mercy. Lucio's admission that he was about to come only made Ansel go even harder until the bed's headboard was slamming into the wall with each brutal push of his hips. He wanted to make Lucio explode with pleasure, feel the young man's semen burst from his body and stain their skin. Ansel was quickly approaching his own orgasm, and when Lucio finally released, Ansel followed suit, moaning loudly as he filled Lucio up with up hot ejaculate.<br/><br/>With both men having completed their climaxes, Ansel collapsed at Lucio's side, his body dripping sweat and his chest heaving. "Fuck, baby," Ansel gasped, stroking Lucio's face with his hand as he lay there next to him, unable to believe just how amazing it felt to be one with his lover again. "That was brilliant. I hope I didn't hurt you too badly," he added, remembering that Lucio had demanded sex from him despite his body's only partially healed state. Ansel hoped that he hadn't made things worse; he certainly had gotten carried away as they were fucking, but he hadn't been able to control himself. Lucio had that effect on him.<br/><br/>"The pancake might still be warm. Do you want me to bring it up to you, sweetness?" Ansel asked, propping himself up on his elbow so that he could look down at Lucio's angelic face. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his lover's lips, a gentle kiss that allowed Ansel's love and adoration for Lucio to bleed through. When he pulled away, Ansel found he couldn't stop the words from falling from his mouth again. "I love you, baby," he whispered, burying his face in Lucio's neck and planting kisses all the way down to his collarbone.