Lucio cried out angrily in response to Ansel grabbing a hold of him and he began beating on his chest with as much strength as his lean frame could manage. He could feel the man’s erection straining against his leg and the mere sensation of it pressed up against him caused him to flush even more furiously. Despite his barely contained fury Lucio was experiencing, the fact that Ansel had an erection in the midst of all this was beyond erotic, it also did wonders for the jealousy he was experiencing in tandem with the anger. Ansel wanted him, even when he was throwing a juvenile fit, he wanted him, and only him.<br/><br/>The student stilled for a moment against the professor, and then his breath hitched as he tugged him up off of his feet without showing even the most minute signs of struggle. He gasped harshly as Ansel tossed him back onto the bed without a care before crawling atop him, attaching his lips to his neck in a manner he knew Lucio enjoyed quite a bit. Having Ansel’s lips on his skin anywhere was a pleasant experience, but with adrenaline now pumping through Lucio’s veins and his senses heightened it was particularly wonderful. The boy grunted as he halfheartedly tried to push Ansel away from him, grumbling about how he was still angry, though his body was clearly yearning to be with Ansel’s just as much as the man wished to be with him. An erection had already begun to form within the confines of his boxers and jeans, his skin was flushed, and his breathing was harsh and fast.<br/><br/>“Of course I’m s-still fucking furious,” he breathed out weakly, a shudder running through his body as Ansel ground down against him. When Ansel directed Lucio to show him, to display his anger, the student let out a soft growl and he hooked his leg around Ansel’s knees to make the transition easier as he rolled them over so he was atop his lover. He smashed his lips against Ansel’s in a heated kiss, forcing his tongue past his lover’s lips as he tore at the flimsy layer of fabric that kept his penis hidden away. He grasped Ansel’s erection firmly and began jerking it unceremoniously. His movements were harsh, though he contained his anger enough to where there was no unplanned pain being administered, though as he began to pull back from the kiss he did bite down firmly onto Ansel’s lower lip, tugging at it for a moment before releasing it and burying his face into the man’s neck, sealing his lips against the man’s skin and beginning to nurse it until a fairly dark mark was left in the wake of his mouth. After breaking away to briefly examine the mark he leaned in and bit down onto it firmly, all the while continuing to stimulate Ansel’s throbbing erection.