The professor's eyes took in each photo separately, admiring the attractive faces of each member of the Bane family and marveling at how seemingly perfect each son turned out. The way Lucio's mother had arranged the photos, ascending the stairs, reminded him very much of something his oma used to do before she passed away. Ansel's grandmother used to love showing off pictures of her beautiful grandchildren, often commenting on how Ansel had gotten his grandfather's eyes, but both von Essen siblings had received her once beautiful dark hair that had since turned an attractive dazzling white. Ansel's steps were slowly as he continued upward, his eyes finally settling on the photograph of his Lucio. The professor couldn't help but smile as he followed each defined line of Lucio's face with his eyes, admiring the fierce intensity that emitted from Lucio's eyes. Although his new young boyfriend didn't seem too particularly fond of modeling, Ansel thought Lucio had an amazing talent for it. Being able to transfer such passion through the camera lens was a rare talent, and he believed Lucio to be even more gifted than his brothers, although he had to consider that he was perhaps the smallest bit biased.<br/><br/>"I like the photos," Ansel said, moving past Lucio's photo and quickly glancing at one depicting Lucio as an awkward, skinny child before following the young man up to the master bedroom. "Makes the whole family dynamic seem more genuine, I suppose. My father wasn't one for photographs but my mother and grandmother loved them. Oma was especially fond of them." He deposited the overnight bags and the bag of makeup onto a long, elegant dresser that sat across the room, pushed up against a painted wall. His shoes were taken off and deposited to the side. When he turned, he saw Lucio lying on his stomach, his light body making the slightest dent on the bed.<br/><br/>Ansel moved around toward Lucio's feet and slowly began climbing on top of him, making sure to not put too much weight on Lucio's still healing body. He pressed his pelvis gently into Lucio's backside, leaning down to pepper kisses onto the back of Lucio's neck. One hand steadied himself on the bed while the other gently pulled at the waistband of Lucio's pants playfully. "What I wouldn't give to tear these off of you and bury myself deep in that perfect ass of yours," he purred, punctuating his kisses with small nips at Lucio's skin. Ansel continued his raunchy teasing as he wondered what the chances were of any of Lucio's family randomly dropping by for a weekend at the lake. Lucio had said they didn't come here very often, especially not by themselves, but it would certainly put the professor and his love in an awkward position were someone to come and discover them in, well, an awkward position. He didn't want to think about how strange it would be to have to explain to Lucio's mother the nature of their relationship, having just told her one week earlier that they were nothing more than a student and his professor. Friendly, at best.<br/><br/>He shrugged away the strange thoughts and slipped his hand down Lucio's pants, lightly gripping the young man's firm ass cheek. An odd paranoia was poking at him but he refused to let it settle. This was their weekend. Certainly, nothing could disturb that.