The orgasm came rather quickly and Ansel pleasured him through it expertly. He was amazed at his beautiful beau’s ability to please him despite the slightly inopportune circumstances, and the orgasm he achieved was more than enough to shatter the premonition of pain he’d been experiencing. He was left struggling slightly for breath, but he also had a pleasant grin stretched across his features. He couldn’t help but simply glow at the praise Ansel offered, no matter how ridiculous it was that he enjoyed it so much, and he leaned contentedly into Ansel’s brief, delicate touch.<br/><br/>It wasn’t long that he got to indulge in that simply pleasure, however, as Ansel seemed eager to get upstairs and get his hands on whatever he had stashed away for their sampling pleasure. Lucio carefully tucked away his cock and resituated his joggers, he was preparing to stand up when he was suddenly scooped up off of his behind with little to no effort on Ansel’s side. He gasped sharply and then giggled softly at his own surprise, it really shouldn’t have shocked him at all that Ansel wished to carry him, it seemed that the man would be content to tote him to the worlds end and back if it meant it could constantly sustain some sort of contact with him. It wasn't as though Lucio was going to complain, however, he was more than content to be treated like royalty by Ansel, at least when it came to matters of being cuddled on and carried about.<br/><br/>Lucio wound his arms about Ansel’s neck as he was carried upstairs, resting his head down onto the man’s shoulder and relaxing against him until he was ultimately settled down onto the bed. Lucio watched curiously as Ansel moved over to grab a hold of his bag and begin fishing inside for something. It didn’t take him long to draw out three baggies each containing vastly different substances, of which Lucio only recognized one by its distinct visual components.<br/><br/>The student listened intently as the professor listed off the names of each of the drugs and little facts about them. E, which the uninformed male assumed meant ecstasy, and weed were the two things he was immediately intrigued by. Cocaine, if he was honest, had always been a frightening drug to him; perhaps if he had the facts on the white powder he wouldn’t have had an intense aversion but from the limited knowledge he had it could be deceivingly nasty. He also didn’t have much of a desire to snort anything, in his opinion it simply seemed quite uncomfortable.<br/><br/>The boy was jarred from his contemplation as Ansel suddenly settled down beside him and drew him in closer. He gladly kissed his lover back, reaching up to grab a hold of his shoulders loosely and then gazing up at him thoughtfully as he drew back and posed this questioned. “Well, I’m not entirely sure. I know I don’t wish to do cocaine, not yet anyways, it’s sort of a fear of mine if I’m honest,” he admitted quietly, allowing his gaze to shift away from Ansel’s in a manner that suggested he was ashamed by the anxieties he held. “I’ve heard good things about ecstasy, though . . . And they say the first time you take it is the best, the most fulfilling, so shall we do that?” As Lucio spoke he lifted his gaze briefly and then dropped it again, reaching out and slipping the baggie from Ansel’s hand that held the innocent looking, multicolored pills.