Ansel moaned softly as Lucio's fingers wrapped around his intrigued cock. He listened as Lucio continued to speak and found himself surprised at Lucio's lack of desire to be kept and pampered. Everything about Lucio screamed<i>toy, sex doll, precious</i>, someone to be appreciated and marveled at. "As you can probably guess, I'm not necessarily one for monogamy myself," he said gruffly, finding it slightly difficult to focus on their conversation as Lucio's hand danced along his shaft like fingers on a musical instrument. "But that shouldn't keep you from being taken care of. There are men out there who would gladly keep you and let you fuck around as you please as long as you promised to come home at night and keep them company. I'm sure of this."<br/><br/>If pushed, Ansel would have admitted that having a young man for himself would have been a dream. Most sugar daddies Ansel had encountered were older than him, men living through their fifties and sixties with twenty years old beauties on their arms. But daddies just entering their forties weren't completely unheard of, either. Although he preferred not to talk about it, Ansel made a rather impressive salary as a psychology professor at one of the country's most exclusive universities. While a professor of his standing and reputation typically made just under $100,000 a year at a public institution, Ansel was pulling in over four times that amount. As far as he knew, there were only a handful of professors in the country who made more than him. Sure, he wasn't a millionaire or "rich" by any true sense of the word, but Ansel was still very well off and wanted for nothing. Without children to take care of, Ansel could spend his money however he pleased. And if it pleased him to take a young man into his bed and spoil him rotten, he would do so.<br/><br/>"I doubt you'd be a trophy husband in any traditional way. You're too lovely for someone to just place you on a pedestal and watch as your beauty inevitably fades. No, I am positive that whoever kept you would make very, very good use of you." He paused to take a bite of the strawberry that Lucio offered him, savoring the sweet flavor before continuing. "If it were me, for example, I would use you as often and as vigorously as I possibly could. I would make it so you couldn't walk straight."<br/><br/>Ansel's hands settled themselves on Lucio's covered ass, gripping his cheeks tightly through the smooth silk. "Besides, there is one benefit to being kept over playing fast and loose with your sexuality. With time, something real may develop. This man, whoever he is, would wake up next to you one morning, look at your sleeping face, and realize that he didn't just want you. He didn't just find you sexy and desirable and fuckable. He also found you charming, funny, and sweet. He would realize, in that moment, as the morning sun streams in through the bedroom windows and hits your perfect face, that he loved you. Even after your looks fade and your ass can't take so vicious a pounding anymore, he'd still love you.<br/><br/>"This way, the way you're doing now, I don't think you'll find love this way. Lust, obsession, yes. But not love. You don't want that?" Ansel closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the couch. Thanks to Lucio's touch, his cock was fully hard and throbbing once again.