"I think whatever question one asks should also be answered by the one asking," Ansel said, propping himself up on his elbow so that he could lie on Lucio relatively comfortably without putting too much of his weight on the smaller man. "Whatever you ask, I will answer. I'm an open book just waiting for you to flick through the pages, darling." Ansel leaned into Lucio's hand as he caressed his cheekbones, dragging along his skin before moving to comb through his hair.<br/><br/>Lucio jumped right in, asking Ansel one of the most intimate questions he could muster. The professor smiled, chuckling lightly and lifting his head up and staring away at a spot in the sand. "You do like to get down to business, don't you, darling?" He inhaled deeply, wishing he had another cigarette, and shifted even more of his weight to the side so that he could lie next to his darling, legs entangled and hand sliding up and down Lucio's bare chest casually as he spoke. "Well, I did say that I would tell you anything, and I don't plan on shying away from that. You remember the gentleman you met at my birthday party, Emerson? He wasn't just my first love. He was my first everything."<br/><br/>Ansel's fingers danced down to Lucio's navel, where they settled and stayed for a while as Ansel spoke. "I thought I loved him fiercely. I realize now it was nothing more than adolescent infatuation, but at the time I thought he was everything. The first time I was inside of him I thought the whole world had been opened up to me. I don't remember how old we were. Fourteen or fifteen, perhaps. I'm fairly sure we were both drunk. It was an awkward mess and I broke one condom with my clumsiness before I managed to get one on correctly. But we fucked and I was addicted, and we had this tumultuous love affair filled with sex, drugs, more sex, fighting, everything. I thought that was how love was supposed to be, and it wasn't until after we broke up that I saw it was too draining to be with someone who never really understood me, never compromising, always wanting his way. I can be stubborn, but I don't consider myself unreasonable."<br/><br/>He sighed, pressing a chaste kiss to Lucio's temple. "Emerson was, and still is I imagine, beautiful and fierce. He was independent and didn't care about what anyone else thought about anything he did, including me. I thought that made him strong. I think now it is more of a sign that he was afraid. Letting anyone else have any ounce of control terrified him, so he did his best to ensure that he was the one manipulating things at all times. Maybe he's different now. I hadn't seen him in years prior to the party.<br/><br/>"Now it's your turn," Ansel prodded. "Tell me about your first time."