Ansel let Lucio's question roll around in his mind for a moment before answering. He swallowed a mouthful of bread and peanut butter and looked down at his paramour. He could feel himself melting as those stormy gray eyes stared at him. Ansel wanted to get completely lost in them, but he pulled himself back to reality and squeezed Lucio to him. "Yes and no," he said carefully, his words slow and thoughtful. "I do agree that making love is something wholly different from fucking. All the pieces are the same, but the experience is different." He took a long drink from his water bottle before continuing.<br/><br/>"Fucking is passionate, vicious, raw and animalistic. It is a connection on a physical level, intimate, yes, but it's about pleasure and lust and sating unspeakable desires. Making love, it can be all those things, but there's an emotional and spiritual element to it that causes the sexual act to transcend to something greater. Starts off slower, more romantic, and the two people involved are not just physically attracted to one another, they are emotionally twisted up, woven together in an intricate tapestry of emotions. I think it is that connection that makes the experience even more pleasurable than fucking. The pleasure just isn't coming from the body, it's coming from something inside. The soul, perhaps." He chuckled as he took a bite of walnut, hardly believing the words coming from him. Making love had always sounded like such a cheesy, cliche garbage phrase to him, laughing whenever he heard others use it in a serious tone. But now he had said it without thinking, without hesitation, and he was even justifying it in a way that made perfect sense to him. Whether it would make sense to Lucio, he couldn't say, but the words were genuine and heartfelt as they left his lips. Maybe Lucio could see that.<br/><br/>"Making love is exactly as it sounds. It is a declaration of true love, something deep, real and unbridled. So when I say that one day I will make love to you underneath this tree, I mean it, as I know someday you'll tell me when it's the right time."<br/><br/>He placed the last bite of his sandwich into in his mouth and chewed slowly, savoring all the saltiness the peanut butter had to offer. He swallowed it down with another drink from his water bottle and sighed as the sun approached the horizon. It was coming very close now, and the water shivered and sparkled underneath the last bits of daylight.