"Are you kidding me?" Ansel said incredulously, turning around for Lucio as instructed. "I'm fairly sure that is exactly how Johanna expects me to go. The idea of me dying an easy death in my sleep at the ripe age of ninety is a narrative she would immediately laugh at. I must agree that writing that particular cause of death on the death certificate would be slightly odd. And how would she explain that to my nephews?" The older man chuckled at his own jokes, but that quickly subsided the moment Lucio's hands began to caress his skin. Ansel had been partially assuming that due to his very recent injury, his body would not be very interested in engaging in any sexual activity, but something about Lucio's deft hands immediately sent fireworks exploding all over the professor's body like small bursts of sensuality. Lucio began to massage his shoulders, eliciting a deep hum of satisfaction from Ansel as he stood beneath the pouring water. This was something new for them, this sense of physical intimacy without the immediate promise of sex. The two men had held one another, caressed and pet, but it was always followed or was followed by deep kisses, playing teasing and whispers of sex that made their ears burn. Ansel certainly didn't mind, in fact, he thrived in such a heated environment, but he loved this, too, this brief moment of simply appreciating one another's skin.<br/><br/>That, of course, didn't last. It couldn't. They two men turned one another on far too much for their innocuous moment to stretch on. The moment Lucio's hands descended to Ansel's ass, the professor couldn't stop himself from feeling a familiar throb in his crotch. Lucio seemed to linger there longer than Ansel would have anticipated--perhaps Lucio was an ass much as much as Ansel was--but Ansel enjoyed the attention. His body felt warm as Lucio wrapped his lean arms around Ansel's waist and hands slowly made their way down to Ansel's lower appendage. Unable to help himself, Ansel placed his hand on top of Lucio's and moved it those last few centimeters, letting him blindly feel the stiffening of his cock.<br/><br/>"Even after debilitating injuries, you still manage to drive me crazy, sweetness," Ansel purred, leaning his hands against the shower wall in front of him and pushing his hips back slightly into Lucio, angling so to better give him access to Ansel's member. "Now, should I keep my back to you, or would you prefer a more detailed view?" he asked cheekily, a smile on his lips as he felt Lucio press his body against his back. "I'm not used to having men stand behind me, so please, be courteous."