He was grateful for the kiss. Grateful for the opportunity to taste Lucio once more before their little date was completed. An insidious emptiness crept into Ansel's chest as Lucio pulled away, leaving Ansel's softened member to flop down into place and rest contentedly. Though Ansel's body was satisfied, his mind and heart felt otherwise. Whenever he was removed from Lucio's body, Ansel got this sinking feeling that was somehow losing a piece of himself. Lucio held something inside that Ansel desperately craved, something that had been missing from Ansel's life all these long years. What that something was, Ansel couldn't quite say, but it was undoubtedly Lucio. Ansel had never been so sure of anything in his life.<br/><br/>Even after passionate intercourse, the touch from Lucio's fingers as they combed through his hair sent shivers racing down Ansel's spine. He was utterly infatuated with the young man sitting next to him; it seemed as if every one of their interactions, from innocuous to intimate, left Ansel feeling ever more enraptured. The brief kiss was cherished, and Ansel watched longingly as Lucio left the car, walking away toward the dormitories where Ansel wasn't supposed to follow.<br/><br/>The professor sighed and pulled up his pants, repositioned his seat and grabbed a rag from the center console so he could wipe up the streams of semen Lucio had left on his abdomen. In a strange way, Ansel was sad to have to clean evidence of their encounter away. But he also wasn't incredibly interested in having his shirt stick to his stomach. After cleaning himself, Ansel quickly took a look in the direction Lucio has walked off. He was long gone now, but Ansel smiled at the memory of Lucio he was sure still lingered in the air. "Good night, my love," he whispered softly before driving away.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;<br/>​</div>They were in that car for what felt like forever. George was beginning to tire and grow incredibly irate. How could two people fuck for<i>that</i>long? It seemed absolutely insane to him. Didn't muscles begin to tire? Didn't anyone lose their breath? George himself couldn't last more than five, maybe ten minutes in bed tops before he either came disappointingly or gave up from exhaustion, and Ansel had some little tart in his car for twenty, thirty,<i>over fifty minutes?! </i>Even George realized his dedication to trapping Ansel wasn't worth sitting there any longer. He grumbled and turned on the engine, his car growling to life around him. He began to back up out of his parking space when he finally noticed the passenger side door to Ansel's car open. The blonde boy, the same one from the night of the choir performance from what George could tell, slipped out of the vehicle and began walking toward the dorms.<br/><br/>"There you are," George said, slamming on his break and craning his neck to watch Lucio disappear behind a building. The red car he had exited from started up just a minute or two later and drove off without ceremony. George smiled to himself as he placed his foot back on the gas pedal and began to make his way home. This was more than enough to confirm his suspicions. Initially, George wanted to give any information he discovered to his bosses, but maybe he could revel in it a bit first. Letting Ansel know that knew about his illicit relationship with a student, a<i>male</i>student at that, would certainly put that smug bastard in his place. Just a little hint, a small suggestion that George had everything he needed and would deliver it to the higher ups if Ansel put one toe out of line was such a juicy possibility. George couldn't pass it up. Tomorrow, after Ansel's class, he would pay perfect Doctor Essen a visit.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;<br/>​</div>Ansel didn't notice Lucio walk into the classroom. He was too focused on writing notes on the board, detailing his students' upcoming term paper. He was dressed in a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F35%2F06%2Fe7%2F3506e7ca10cabca5223c68186816ba4d.jpg&amp;hash=511161ad67db00180742a737791f1281" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/35/06/e7/3506e7ca10cabca5223c68186816ba4d.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">simple outfit</a>, handsome slacks and a clean pressed shirt that hugged his chest and shoulders nicely. Although he was currently distracted, he had dressed with the idea that he would be seeing his darling again, the potential to touch him again was there. He wanted something quick to remove.<br/><br/>He jumped slightly as Lucio grabbed him and turned him around, but recognition came instantly and Ansel leaned into the male's kiss without hesitation. His arm wrapped around Lucio's waist and hugged him close, but the embrace was broken soon after and Lucio backed away. Ansel didn't mind too terribly, however, as seeing the smile that graced Lucio's face was enough to wash away any negativity Ansel could have possibly felt.<br/><br/>"Mr. Bane," Ansel replied, quickly taking a swift look at the door to ensure no one else was entering the room. When he saw nobody, Ansel grinned and closed the distance between the two, placing a hand on Lucio's ass and squeeze gently before leaning down to whisper in his student's ear. "I missed you terribly," he said, lustfully but with a hint of sweetness in his voice. He pressed a kiss to Lucio's neck and bit on it lightly, leaving a tiny red mark on the young man's perfect skin. "You should take your seat before class starts. There is so much to do today."