"I feel like I want to fuck you and murder both you and Ian at the exact same time," he panted out, tears beginning to escape his eyes and stream down his flushed cheeks as Ansel fucked him more or less completely raw. The intense pain was numbed by pleasure each time Ansel's cock delved deep enough into him to stimulate his prostate, but that didn't mean that pleasure outweighed pain in this experience. It hurt more than Lucio was willing to let on, but at the same time he was truly enjoying the experience. The sensation was what he needed to ground him once again, and Ansel's large cock was certainly giving him more than enough sensation to work with.<br/><br/>Lucio couldn’t tell if Ansel’s next question was condescending or not, so he chose to simply not answer. Were he not so determined to get through the coupling he would have said yes, it was certainly too much, as he never had been the most proficient at dealing with pain, but he was working through it. The shocks of pleasure kept him from forcing Ansel out of him, at least, and they gradually nudged him closer to his orgasm. Gradually he did grow numb to this discomfort, however, and the pleasure began to send tingles through his body. By the time Ansel had closed his fingers around his throat and lifted him up Lucio was nearing an orgasm, whilst tears were simultaneously continuing to leak from his beautiful gray eyes. The droplets slid down his cheeks, jawline, and throat and came to a stop only once they began moistening Ansel’s hands whilst they squeezed his neck firmly, and he began to struggle against the man slightly whilst he struggled for breath against the gentleman’s strong fingers.<br/><br/>It didn’t take much longer for Lucio to be brought to his peak. He let out a hoarse cry as he orgasms, dirtying the bed as his body jerked against Ansel’s cock and his controlling hands. There was something about the fuck that was oddly erotic and emotional, and it certainly wasn’t anything like Lucio had expected angry fucking to be, though he’d heard stories that in the end it was usually an almost transcendent experience, especially for the first time with a new partner. There was something about seeing what a partner could do to you in that slightly altered mindset that was very telling of both oneself and their significant other, and Lucio was beginning to understand that idea.<br/><br/>His anger having more or less dissipated, Lucio was left with an oddly distressed and depressed feeling about him. After Ansel had rode out his orgasm as well Lucio collapsed forwards onto his hands and knees, gasping softly as tears continued to stream down his face. He began shaking his head slowly as he moved to slowly lie down on his side, his glistening gray eyes lifting up slowly to look at Ansel once he was in that position. "You hurt me and . . . And I hurt you, Ansel," he whispered simply as he laid there. It was a quiet and very simple observation, but something about it seemed very moving to the tearful boy.