Lucio watched as Ansel slowly stood, unable to help himself from admire the way his pants hung precariously at his hips, threatening to slip from his body at any moment to reveal the glorious flesh that hid beneath them. Ansel was glorious, truly, and Lucio decided then to do his best to focus on that instead of the fear that jumped up and gripped his throat as the man approached him with the gag in hand. The boy swallowed firmly, swiping his tongue out over his lips briefly before he parted them in compliance with Ansel’s request, his gaze remaining steadily trained up on his inamorato’s beautiful face as he carefully fastened the restraint about his head, letting it settle in his mouth so it applied just enough pressure to prevent Lucio from speaking, but not enough that he felt any extensive amount of physical discomfort.<br/><br/>He couldn’t help but be grateful to his darling, for being so delicate with him. Ansel must have sensed his reservation despite Lucio’s (failing) attempts to mask them, and he was treating him with the utmost respect and patience. Lucio shouldn’t have expected anything less from Ansel, he supposed, but it was still enough of a pleasant turn of events to make his heart sing. Ansel loved him, he reminded himself, and even if he got a bit rougher as the evening progressed his feelings wouldn’t change. He loved him, and his gentle attention simply solidified the comforting thought in his mind, and he clung to it as Ansel settled onto the bed and pulled Lucio into his lap.<br/><br/>He loved him, he’d never harm him. This was meant to be fun for the both of them, even if it was Ansel’s fantasy that Lucio was catering to. Ansel seemed determined to prove this to him as well, as he positioned him carefully in his lap and attached his lips to the boy's sensitive neck. He wiggled atop of his lover ever so slightly, his fingers curling into his own flesh as he had nothing else to grip with them pinned down against his sides. He allowed his eyes to flutter shut as Ansel shifted about and reached over to the table. He heard the buzzing that emanated from the little toy that his lover picked up and he made a soft noise of anticipation from around his gag. Ansel’s plan already began to work on the Englishman, as the shower of affection and the administration of pleasure began to put him at ease. As his inhibitions were lowered his cock gradually began to harden in response to the patient attention, that process being kicked into high gear as Ansel began to tease this particularly delicate bit of flesh with the vibrations from one of the toys Lucio had purchased.<br/><br/>Inevitably the pleasures Ansel was offering relaxed the nervous man to a certain point. He wiggled in the man's lap slightly, his eyes squeezing shut tightly as he whimpered softly from around his gag in response to Ansel’s whispered query. Lucio pushed his hips back as much as he was able from his exposed position, trying to intensify the pleasure somehow as he grew gradually more aroused. A bit of anxiety still whispered to him from the depths of his mind, but he pushed through the nerves quite beautifully for the pleasure of his lover. He was determined to please the man, especially after the agitation he’d put him through that evening at the auction. He’d provide his love with a delightful evening one of the few ways he knew how, using his body, no matter the cost to his psyche.