Ansel watched in awe as Lucio stripped, revealing every inch of skin that the professor had been dreaming amount since he had first laid eyes on the sensual youth. Lucio's body was exceptionally lean, some might say skinny, but Ansel could find the line of every muscle underneath Lucio's skin. He found it absolutely intoxicating. A soft sigh left his lips as Lucio stood before him. Eyes traveled down from the young man's statuesque face to the semi-erect cock that looked as if it was waiting just for Ansel. Like the rest of him, Lucio's cock was a piece of art, sculpted by some divine creature and released upon this world. Ansel could hardly believe that someone so painfully lovely was standing before him, but he didn't allow his own skepticism to last for long. Lucio simply wouldn't allow that.<br/><br/>A chuckle left him as Lucio gently eased him back down onto the loveseat. He was allowed a momentary taste before the young man settled himself in between Ansel's legs and began his erotic descent. Ansel moaned as Lucio paid particular attention to his nipples. They had always been incredibly sensitive, especially for a man, but Ansel never truly minded. His partners had always been accommodating in pleasing Ansel's erogenous zones, and it seemed that Lucio was no different.<br/><br/>All restraint left the professor's body the moment Lucio's mouth wrapped around his cock. The euphoria of the day before overwhelmed him once again, left his body trembling and feeling as if he were on fire. His fingers became interwoven with Lucio's silky locks, and gently directed the young man's head up and down at a speed that felt just right. Not that Lucio needed any help, he truly was an artist, but Ansel couldn't stop himself from taking control.<br/><br/>"Fuck," he said, his voice a deep, wispy breath. "To think, I've fantasized about you for months," the older man admitted, smiling down at Lucio as the latter dragged his tongue along the edge of his now fully erect shaft. "And you exceed all expectations. You're positively stunning."<br/><br/>A moment of clarity flashed in Ansel's mind, and although he knew he should've stopped Lucio to ask, he couldn't bring himself to tear the boy away from his cock. He had prepared himself by bringing condoms and lubricant, both of which were still hidden in the deep pockets of his slacks. Lucio had not made the rules of this encounter known; perhaps they had both been too enticed by one another's bodies. Would Lucio insist that Ansel fuck him safely? A smart boy would, of course. Especially a smart boy who fucks as much as Ansel imagined Lucio did. And Ansel, being a professor and safe sex advocate, on principle shouldn't even consider fucking without a condom.<br/><br/>But oh, never before had he been so drawn to another person's body, never before had such a svelte and delicate creature been at his disposal. The thought of entering Lucio bare was sending pulses throughout his body, ones he was sure Lucio could feel on his tongue. He realized now that just seeing Lucio wasn't enough, just dragging his fingertips along his skin wasn't satisfactory. He had to feel him. He had to penetrate him.<br/><br/>Ansel gently but firmly pulled Lucio's head away from his cock and tugged the younger man up by his arms. "Come here," he whispered, pulling Lucio onto his lap. He didn't enter him, not just yet. Anal sex without lubrication was not only painful, but exceptionally forceful, and not even Ansel could ever consider pushing himself that far. Instead, Ansel took Lucio's cock into his hands and gently began stroking it, playing with the tip of his head momentarily before taking swift, even movements down his shaft.<br/><br/>Ansel was aching, silently screaming to come, but he couldn't. Not yet. Not for a long while. He was going to make this night stretch for as long as possible. Every second spent with Lucio was ecstasy and he didn't want to leave it.