Lucio returned to his brothers and they quietly awaited Ansel, though he didn't make them stand there awkwardly for long. Lucio glanced over his shoulder and smiled faintly as he watched the professor approach them and he shifted his gaze back onto Cassio and Griffith as they were greeted by the handsome older male. He watched as the second oldest son of the Bane family smiled brightly and gladly accepted Ansel's handshake.<br/><br/>"I am; it's a pleasure to meet you Ansel," Griffith greeted politely, a pleasant smile gracing his handsome features as he gripped the others hand firmly before the handshake was released and Ansel moved on to the youngest and smallest of the trio.<br/><br/>Cassio looked a bit more dubious of Ansel than Griffith but he shook his hand regardless, though he didn’t offer up any pleasantries. His gaze traveled slowly up and down Ansel, taking him in entirely and noting everything he could see about him. This ranged from the slight graying of hair at his temples and the edges of his beard, to his muscular form, and even the fact that he could clearly see his member outlined in the soft heathered gray of his joggers.<br/><br/>Lucio cleared his throat slightly to cut the awkward atmosphere, smiling faintly at his brothers. “So, now you’ve met the man do you mind telling me why you’re here, and how the hell you convinced our dearest mum to let you come out on your own?” As he spoke Lucio reached forwards to gently take hold of one of Ansel’s muscular arms. His own arms both wrapped around Ansel’s, his hands ending up loosely gripping his bulging bicep as he leaned into him comfortably.<br/><br/>“Well, we’re here for the same reason you two are . . . Or, at least partially the same reason as I’ve no doubt that you also came here to fuck interrupted,” Griffith stated bluntly, resting his hands upon his hips and cocking one of his eyebrows upwards slightly, not unlike Lucio did whenever he was making an accusatory type of statement. “We saw the weather was meant to be pleasant this weekend so we came up here for a weekend at the cottage, some time out on the water. It seemed like a perfect weekend to sneak up here on out own as mum is out of town at a medical conference.”<br/><br/>Lucio pursed his lips and nodded slowly at the explanation, keeping a delicate grip on Ansel’s arm. “And I suppose it’s a bit too late to ask you and your little model-lings to vacate the premises?”<br/><br/>“Yes, Lucio. Much too late,” Cassio chimed in, having not said a word since Ansel arrived in their midst.<br/><br/>Lucio sighed heavily and nodded. “Alright, I suppose you can stay. A few ground rules though: Ansel and I are staying in the master bedroom. If you think for<i>even a moment</i>that you hear the bed so much as creak whilst the door is shut you are not to so much as touch the handle . . . And you aren’t to tell mother that you’ve seen us here, elsewise I’ll tell her that I happened to run into the lot of you. Got it?” Both brothers nodded eagerly in response to the two fairly simple rules and no more words were exchanged before the pair of them hurried out front again to fetch their small group of four.<br/><br/>Lucio peered at the group of them through the window and he sighed heavily, shaking his head slowly. “I’m so sorry about this Ansel . . . This throws a bit of a wrench into the remainder of our weekend, but I promise I’ll make it up to you when I come over next Friday,” he murmured, smiling awkwardly as he glanced up at his love before motioning out the glass panes at the teenagers. “Those are some of my brother's modeling friends. The little brunette is<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Filarge.lisimg.com%2Fimage%2F4537738%2F850full-agnes-nabuurs.jpg&amp;hash=fd3e6f951e3f6766c632228cf5f94ca9" href="http://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/4537738/850full-agnes-nabuurs.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Genevieve</a>, Cassio’s girlfriend whom I believe I’ve mentioned to you once or twice. The red head is<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2Fc5%2Faa%2Fc1%2Fc5aac118c438106c45215793b1c81637.jpg&amp;hash=6a88f050dd6a94df56572d6c4b27e743" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/c5/aa/c1/c5aac118c438106c45215793b1c81637.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Alice</a>, her dear friend and a close colleague of Cassio’s. The boy with the light blonde hair is<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fmediaslide-europe.storage.googleapis.com%2Fmetropolitan%2Fpictures%2F3967%2F5205%2Flarge-1469613963-a61995af46c1b5f1a85cd065dad4a5b5.jpg&amp;hash=c4b65006201f9c0392b3b9efa2541124" href="https://mediaslide-europe.storage.googleapis.com/metropolitan/pictures/3967/5205/large-1469613963-a61995af46c1b5f1a85cd065dad4a5b5.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Angus</a>, he models on and off with Griffith. Then the dirty blonde is<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2F68.media.tumblr.com%2F9630f49396dbf0513e22b37f09a09dae%2Ftumblr_mpn1y7rHQj1szo784o1_400.jpg&amp;hash=e4d5eff01e528d6079747151b5690871" href="https://68.media.tumblr.com/9630f49396dbf0513e22b37f09a09dae/tumblr_mpn1y7rHQj1szo784o1_400.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Ian</a>. . . Stay away from that one, he’s into older men as well and if he so much as glances down at your groin I think I might kill him, can’t stand the kid,” he muttered, shaking his head slowly and heaving a heavy sigh.