The young man seemed to think Ansel was playing some kind of game with him, which wasn't too far off from the truth. Lucio countered Ansel's professional recommendation with a coy bit of defiance and Ansel couldn't stop himself from watching as Lucio's fingers danced to the waistline of his joggers. Just the small patch of skin Lucio revealed was enough to stop Ansel's chest and cause his charcoal slacks to feel tight, but Ansel didn't allow his interest to show any more than that. Thankfully, footsteps entered the hall, forcing Lucio to cease his teasing early.<br/><br/>Lucio smiled, and Ansel offered nothing more in return than the smallest of smirks and a curt nod. It wasn't unusual for his students, both male and female, to attempt to throw themselves into Ansel's lap. He wasn't oblivious to his own good looks and the privileges they afforded him. Lucio was the next in a long line of young individuals who wanted to see the professor out of his standard Gucci slacks and dress shirts.<br/><br/>Long, strong fingers stroked the strands of his immaculately kept beard as he watched Lucio saunter over to one of the seats in the third row. Close enough to make eye contact with Ansel, far enough that it wouldn't be immediately suspicious. Regardless of how Lucio performed in his class, Ansel could see that he was clever, maybe manipulative. He didn't dislike it.<br/><br/>After Ansel had spent over an hour discussing the causes of various psychological diseases and conditions to a room filled with bright-eyed university students, all the while stealing brief glances at Lucio as he continued to silently seduce him, he excused the class a few minutes early and swiftly made his way to his office. He trekked across campus and shut the door behind him when he reached office P-509, pulling his laptop from his briefcase and setting it gingerly on the desktop. Upon opening it, he found himself venturing through one of his favorite porn sites, not realizing he was searching for a young performer who looked suspiciously like Lucio and becoming dissatisfied when no one could live up to his expectations.<br/><br/>The familiar tightness returned to his slacks as Lucio's face swam through his mind. Many students had propositioned Ansel, but none so boldly. Typically it was clumsy, charming in a pathetic kind of way, but it was Ansel who was required to cement the intentions of the very brief relationships that usually developed from these interactions. Lucio was unprompted, well versed in his sexuality. It was alluring in a way that Ansel could not define.<br/><br/>A few minutes later, the door handle on Ansel's office clicked and turned. Ansel's eyes watched intensely as the door was opened, and Ansel directed the individual to the chair across his desk.<br/><br/>"Speak."