Ansel was elated to hear that Lucio was receptive to the idea of indulging in illicit substances with him. Some of his partners in the past had been strictly straight-laced, and while he understood and respected the decision they had made for themselves, he did find it incredibly<i>dull</i>. Ansel was an adrenaline seeker; it was the reason he loved to engage in risky sex, go rock climbing without harnesses, spoil himself with the odd joint or pill or anything to make his day a little more exciting. Perhaps it was strange for a man such as himself to go into teaching, an incredibly mundane and safe career choice, but Ansel was an intellectual as much as he was a rush junkie, and he found his path suited him quite well even if it didn't always appear that way.<br/><br/>"I promise you, everything is safe. I would never give you anything if I suspected it could harm you even the slightest bit." Ansel meant his sentiment with every ounce of himself; the thought of giving Lucio something dangerous and having anything happen to his lover was not something he could consider without feeling a painful tightening in his chest. Having money allowed Ansel the luxury of shopping for his drugs from individuals he knew could provide the cleanest product. He didn't have to comb the streets looking for pushers with mediocre and laced shit when he had access to the best and was willing to pay for it. He couldn't remember precisely what he had stashed in his bag, but once they got back upstairs Ansel was sure he could find something that would suit their needs perfectly.<br/><br/>Lucio stood up and made his way to the kitchen and Ansel followed obediently like a puppy. The power Lucio had over him was so astounding that even Ansel didn't understand or recognize it sometimes. Ansel considered himself very much a dominant personality and sexual figure; he had been that way his entire life and had never felt a desire to change that aspect of himself. With Lucio, however, their unique relationship brought out something new in Ansel, a sweet, simple desire to be around his love all the time, whenever he could. Lucio didn't have to ask for Ansel to follow him anywhere, Ansel would do it instinctively and without question, never hesitating to consider the consequences. Lucio was everything, and Ansel had no intention of ever letting him wander too far.<br/><br/>When his love had finished rinsing off the remaining evidence of their morning treat, Lucio looked at him with a sensual gaze and Ansel couldn't help but feel himself be drawn to his lover, as if Lucio had a leash around the older man's throat. Lucio pulled Ansel into a kiss that the professor returned enthusiastically, wrapping his arms around the small man's waist and supporting his weight without effort when Lucio hopped up into him. Already Ansel had the desire to fuck his darling again, but his one goal was to please Lucio before he pleased himself. All that could wait until they found some sweet place near the water where they could fondle one another and indulge in each other's bodies.<br/><br/>Ansel carried Lucio into the living room and placed him down gently on one of the couches, kneeling down before him and situating himself in between Lucio's lean legs. "Tell me if I'm hurting you." The professor had a sultry gaze on his face as he tugged at Lucio's joggers, pulling them down to reveal the young man's glorious member, still stiff from their teasing under the table. Ansel couldn't help but to noticed the small, light scars around the base of his darling's penis, the ones still in the process of healing. Those would take a while to fade, too long, and a silent rage bubbled in Ansel's gut as he thought of Buckley and what he had done.<br/><br/>But that was in the past. Ansel had already beaten Buckley's face into a pulp, and while he wished he could do more, Lucio was looking at him with those eyes again. It was difficult to be mad when his student gazed at him so adoringly, so Ansel pushed the negative feelings aside and went about gingerly placing Lucio in his mouth, his tongue lightly dragging along his shaft and his lips brushing against his pink tip teasingly.