Lucio didn’t respond to the young woman’s jab, he simply smiled and wound his arms delicately about Ansel’s waist from the side, resting his head down on his shoulder. By holding the man he was making a fairly clear statement: Ansel was his. Nothing Petra could do or say would change that, even the doubt that she tried to sew into his mind as she retreated towards the door. While she did stroke his preexisting insecurities with her words, that was something that he and Ansel would touch on at another time. Lucio wasn’t about to let Petra ruin their evening, Ansel had waited long enough to enjoy his lover in a genderbent state, and he wanted to cater to him as best he could. He watched closely as Petra moved to the door, slamming it shut with one finally bitter statement and leaving the pair alone in the suddenly almost uncomfortably silent apartment. Lucio stepped back slightly as Ansel peel himself away, and while he moved into the kitchen to fetch some alcohol to sooth his nerves his Englishman moved over to the door to bolt it shut. He wasn’t going to allow any more distractions.<br/><br/>The young male turned and began making his way towards Ansel, gazing at the man’s back as he approached and reaching down to grip the bottom hem of the t-shirt he wore. He tugged it up over his head gracefully, tossing it haphazardly over the couch as he strode confidently across the floor, his heels clicking ominously, accompanying the sound of Ansel’s voice as he apologized profusely.<br/><br/>“It’s quite alright, my darling. It was a brief distraction, yes, and not a very pleasant one. But it’s over now, and we can indulge ourselves in all the pleasures we wish.” The boy wound himself around Ansel as he spoke, holding him closely from behind and flattening his chest against Ansel’s muscular back as he allowed his hands to wander to the loose tie on the robe. He began pressing soft, sweet kisses to the side of his lover’s neck as he allowed the tie to drop to the ground and the robe to fall open. He ran his hands delicately over his lover’s bare torso, smiling warmly against his skin before pulling one hand back, the other slipping down to grab a hold of his hand so as he stepped back he pulled Ansel around to face him. Clad only in the dark, lacey lingerie and heels now, the boy looked rather transcendent. He’d put in a lot of effort for Ansel, that much was clear, and he only hoped that his beau would enjoy the view as much as he’d anticipated.<br/><br/>“I know you said that you thought the blue lingerie would look best on me, but the black went best with the makeup I chose,” he commented softly as he allowed Ansel’s hand to slid through his fingers. He turned so his back was to Ansel then, stepping forwards to grab a hold of the bottle of champagne quietly. He popped the bottle open without any issue, making sure to go painstakingly slow as he poured each of them a glass so as to give Ansel time to admire him. He wished to inspire a longing in his lover’s cock long before they retired to the bedroom.