Lucio hummed appreciatively as Ansel guided one of his hands onto his hardening cock. He gladly stroked the other's member, though he was incredibly delicate in his manner of doing so, and as Ansel leaned over slightly Lucio smirked lightly and continued on gently pleasuring the pleasuring him as he continued to speak. Despite the discomfort it still caused Lucio was beginning to feel aroused himself as he pleasure his partner, and his own stiffening cock could be felt pressing against Ansel's upper thigh and lower cheek. "Stay just like this for a minute, darling … I’m enjoying this position immensely and I'm not sure when I'll get to experience it again," he murmured lightheartedly as he leaned forwards against the man, ignoring the dull ache that settled in his groin as he slowly undulated his hips forwards against Ansel's pert behind. Having not so much as touched himself aside from to wash and use the restroom in the past week just this simple stimulation was incredibly pleasurable for Lucio, at least for a time, until he agitated the healing appendage enough where the pain outweighed the pleasure that was. That took a while though, and he enjoyed every slow, upward stroke of his hips until that moment.<br/><br/>When the pain grew too intense, however, the boy slowly stepped back, releasing Ansel's cock and sighed softly as turned to replenish the fresh, citrusy smelling soap in his hands. He slowly squatted down and began the same slow, sensual massage on the man's legs. He didn't say anything quite yet, didn't instruct him to move to turn around, simply sunk down onto his knees as he gave his legs a soapy massage. It wasn't long before he glanced upwards, smirking as he was offered a beautiful eyeful of Ansel's behind as he murmured, "You can turn around now, darling."<br/><br/>As Ansel turned he'd be greeted with the pleasant sight of Lucio down on his knees, his face level with Ansel's glorious member. He hummed happily as he was finally greeted with the sight of the mans beautiful penis and he did not hesitate to take it into his hand again. He was just as delicate as he was the first time in his slow pumping of the man's cock, and his other hand halfheartedly worked on massaging the front half of the mans right hand. Admittedly a majority of his attention was honed in on Ansel's cock though, and how could it not be? The men were both incredibly voracious in their pursuits of sexual pleasure, whether it be in regards to others or themselves, and just being presented with the opportunity to make Ansel feel good was irresistible. Especially after having injured the man earlier on in their morning, the opportunity called to him.