Lucio listened quietly to all that his love had to say, and he closed his eyes so he could focus in on solely his voice. His grip on Ansel gradually weakened, though his hands remained resting loosely upon his shoulders until the man finally pulled back to partially strip. Lucio felt a sudden shock of uncomfortable cold shoot through his body as he was left standing alone and partially naked but it was dispelled very soon after as Ansel returned to his arms. The student pondered briefly whether all that the man’s said was true for him as well, and it didn't take long for him to deduce that it certainly was. Simply being in Ansel's presence had rapidly grown to be his favorite past time; no matter what Lucio was doing the fact that Ansel was there only served to better the experience.<br/><br/>One last bit of advice was offered by the inebriated gent and Lucio took a deep breath, nodding slowly and allowing Ansel to leave his gently embrace once again. He observed silently as the man slowly stripped off the remainder of his clothing, and yet for once in their time together the nudity was not taken in an erotic context. Ansel's naked body seemed to suit the vulnerable situation the pair had put themselves in and for once Lucio had no desire to fuck the man standing before them. All Lucio desired to do in that moment was curl up against the mans muscular body and go to sleep. So that is what he would do.<br/><br/>Lucio stepped towards the bed and slowly stripped off the remaining pieces of his own clothes, dropping them down into the same pile as Ansel's. He revealed the remainder of his battered body in doing so: his legs were covered in various bruises, administered by fingers and some sort of object alike, likely a paddle of some kind. His penis, usually a vision of perfection just like the rest of him, was also suffering from the discoloration of bruises and at the base there stood a few painful looking slits. His rear end was dark purple in coloration, clearly having been subject to a beating. The boy had clearly been through Hell the night before, and yet somehow as he gazed at Ansel the anguish washed away and he looked suddenly calm as he slowly crawled into the bed after his love. He pushed aside the sweater the professor had worn, not bothering to check if it had slid to the floor or not as he moved into Ansel's open arm.<br/><br/>Lucio settled down against the other, resting his head upon his shoulder as one hand slithered beneath Ansel's arm to grip the top of the pillow the rested on, the other moving to rest on his chest over the gentleman's heart. The steady beat of it was beyond soothing, he found, and he allowed his eyes to gradually sink closed as he laid there quietly. The only noises that tainted the still air were the breathing of the two men and the muffled sounds of the city outside, which still bustled with life at this late hour of the night.<br/><br/>"Goodnight, my love," he whispered, shattering the silence between them for only a moment as he pressed into him a bit more firmly for a brief moment before his body simply relaxed into the contours of Ansel's comfortably. He drifted off into sleep easily in Ansel's comforting embrace, as he'd said before the man made him feel nothing other than safe and so it was incredibly easy for Lucio to fall and stay asleep this way. Nightmares didn't plague him that night, as they so often did, and his insomnia seemed but a distant memory when he was at Ansel's side through the night. There was nothing more delightful.