Ansel watched with heavily lidded eyes as Lucio made his way up the stairs to retrieve the previously discarded bottle of lubricant. The way Lucio's ass flexed as he retreated up the stairs was something Ansel found intoxicating.<i>If someone asked me to design my perfect toy, he would be just like you</i>, the professor thought wistfully, staring until Lucio could no longer be seen.<br/><br/>In his brief moment of solitude, Ansel noticed the muffled vibration of his cell phone, still shoved into the pocket of the hotel bathrobe. He pulled out the handheld device and glanced at the screen. 17 NEW MESSAGES blinked in front of him and he let out a soft groan as he flipped through everything Petra, and a few others, had sent him.<br/><br/>The majority of Petra's messages were chastising him, asking him why he hadn't answered his phone or texts.<i>Fuck. I should have called her when I had the chance.</i>As the night grew longer, her texts seemed to become more and more irate. When he had finished rushing through them, he quickly typed up a lazy and half-hearted response.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">sorry honey. went to visit jojo and fell asleep. just woke up and stepped out for a quick smoke. hope your night went well. catch me up in the morning. i'll take you out to bricello's for brunch. night xxx<br/>
</span>​</div>Simple, to the point, deflective. Even if Petra sent any messages back or called him (which she most likely wouldn't as she and Johanna didn't exactly get along), he could say he immediately went back to sleep and there wasn't too much she could argue with. Had he the time, Ansel would have called in an attempt to assuage whatever concerns she had about her boyfriend not answering his phone, but as Lucio wasn't going to be gone for much longer, it certainly wasn't worth the effort.<br/><br/>Footsteps began to descend down the suite stairs and Ansel quickly looked to see who else had attempted to contact him while he was inches deep in Lucio. A couple of familiar names had popped up. BENSON KIM. A colleague from work. One with a penchant for scotch and exotic dancers. JOHANNA VON ESSEN. Huh, so his sister actually did contact him. He'd have to make sure to check on that later.<br/><br/>Ansel placed the phone on silent so the vibrations would no longer distract him from his evening and casually placed the cell on the table next to the champagne bottle, forgotten the moment Lucio returned and settled himself atop Ansel's lap.<br/><br/>Another kiss? Ansel certainly didn't mind. The professor adored the way Lucio's lips felt against his own, and if the latter felt the same way then he certainly wasn't going to protest. The liplock was only improved by Lucio's hand making contact with Ansel's erection. The lubricant, cool at first, quickly warmed up as Lucio rubbed it along his throbbing shaft. Ansel moaned into Lucio's lips as he was continuously stimulated. It didn't take long for Ansel to crave more.<br/><br/>Continuing Lucio's decision to forgo speech for the time being, Ansel grabbed onto Lucio's cheeks and lifted the young man up easily. Lucio's svelte form lent itself to being manipulated without much effort by a man who was used to lifting twice his own body weight. With Lucio's legs straddling Ansel at either side, the older man easily found Lucio's hole with the tip of his cock. He slowly, gently lowered the man on top of him, letting the head of cock stretch Lucio out once again carefully.<br/><br/>As they had voraciously fucked only a short while ago, it was unlikely that Lucio's asshole had completely reverted back to its original tightness already. Ansel anticipated a more relaxed and willing orifice as he continued to carefully ease into Lucio's backside. As the muscles of Lucio's rectum tightened around his shaft, Ansel eased his head back onto the couch and let out a deep, long, satisfied sigh. There was nothing that pleased him as greatly as penetrating a beautiful boy. Even a woman's warm, wet entrance did not gratify as much as a perfect asshole, but if pressed as to why Ansel felt that way he wouldn't be able to say.<br/><br/>"Fuck, baby," Ansel groaned, his grip tightening on Lucio's asscheeks. "You feel just as amazing as the first time."