"I'll definitely be speaking with him. He deserves to know what's going on, at least," he said reassuringly, smiling warmly over at Ansel before turning his attention onto their snack again. He took one more bite of the sweet cake and he would have taken another but directly after he’d swallowed Ansel began to come onto him again. Lucio couldn’t help but melt into the older males advances, finding him to be completely irresistible even in such an inopportune moment. The corners of the students lips twisted into a smirk as he slowly slid his hand over the form of Ansel’s bulge, applying a fair bit of pressure to the beautiful appendage.<br/><br/>“I can’t say I mind being able to turn you on so easily, my darling,” he purred softly as he continued on slowly stroking up and down Ansel’s thick cock. His eyes slid closed and his head sagged to the side easily as Ansel’s lips moved to his neck. His heart rate picked up and his skin flushed with proof of his sudden arousal; in response to his body’s near automatic reaction to the attention Lucio took a hold of Ansel’s hand and guided it to his own cock. “Gently, please . . . Not too much pressure, it’s still sore,” he instructed in a breathy tone as he continued his slow, muted stimulation of Ansel’s cock.<br/><br/>At that stage he too had forgotten all about the group of teenagers out front, his sole focus being on Ansel now as they sad beside each other and offered small bits of pleasure to one another. He was rudely brought back to the present, though, at the sound of a herd of footsteps charging down the front hall and into the kitchen, attached directly to which was the dining area that Ansel and Lucio were seated in. He pulled his neck away from his lover and opened his eyes, but his hand remained beneath the table slowly torturing his lover whilst his brother and their friends raided the kitchen. “Nobody touch the sour cream and cheddar chips, those are mine and if I find them opened prematurely someone will lose a hand,” he called out to the horde, though his words were only barely acknowledged. The boy rolled his eyes lightly and with his free hand he grabbed his fork, continuing on with his meal casually as their hands remained beneath the table.