Ansel raised his eyebrows in surprise that Lucio had never had an official boyfriend, but the more he let the idea roll around in his head, the more it made sense. Lucio, whether Ansel thought he should be or not, was quite dedicated to his job. Having a boyfriend around only invited trouble and an unhealthy dose of jealousy that was bound to ruin whatever relationship Lucio tried to have. The professor wondered if this had been a calculated sacrifice, or if Lucio actually found some comfort in never having to explain himself to another person, never having to worry what someone else would think about his actions. There was a sense of freedom to it, he couldn't deny that, but he found the whole situation rather uncomfortable. Although Ansel had begun as just another client, he believed himself to be much more than that now, and having Cassio size him up as if he were nothing more than a phase Lucio was going through didn't sit right with him.<br/><br/>Lucio promised that he was speak with Cassio, and Ansel shrugged and pulled out a seat next to his darling. "You do whatever you feel to be appropriate, my love," he said simply, not wishing to push Lucio one way or the other. Cassio, if he was smart, would see that the relationship Ansel and Lucio shared was not just a casual fling. Ansel already knew deep within himself that Lucio was the one for him, the one he was meant to grow old with, and the morose glare of a teenage boy wasn't going to change that.<br/><br/>He watched as Lucio placed another bite of the delicious cake into his mouth, admiring the way his lover's lips wrapped around the fluffy baked good and the way his long, elegant neck looked as he swallowed. "It seems you can't even eat without turning me on," Ansel said playfully, taking Lucio's hand and placing it on his cock, hidden beneath the dining table. Ansel was firm again, perhaps not as hard as he had been up in the bedroom, but certainly enough for Lucio to see how aroused he had become from such a simply watching him eat. Ansel leaned in to Lucio's neck again and began nibbling on his skin, closing his eyes and breathing heavily into his darling's body. He had already completely forgotten about the group of teenagers, wherever they were, too caught up in the warmth of Lucio's throat and feel of his pulse beating beautifully against his lips.