Lucio's breathy request was a collection of euphoric, harmonious notes that rang like the sweetest music in Ansel's ears. He exhaled heavily, pressing his face deep into Lucio's neck, the thick hairs of his beard tickling the young man's smooth skin. "Anything for you, sweetness," Ansel purred, pressing a single, final kiss to his lover's throat before pulling away, but only slightly. Still between Lucio's legs, Ansel leaned to the bedside table where the bottle of champagne and their two flutes sat contentedly. Ansel took a long drink from his glass, set it aside once more and then reached down to dig through the bottom drawer. He retrieved a translucent bottle of clear liquid, one of his many bottles of lubricant he kept around the apartment, and squirted the silky fluid into his hand, reaching down between his legs to coat his thick erection until it was sleek and shiny, even in the flickering candlelight. A little more fluid, this time to Lucio's inviting hole, where Ansel's fingers moved slowly, methodically, fingering Lucio and making sure his entrance was ready for penetration. The professor smiled down at his beauty as his digits stimulated Lucio's anus, watching for any twitch, any mesmerizing flex of Lucio's svelte frame. He was so magnificent, Ansel wanted to ensure he didn't miss a thing.<br/><br/>The professor spent a very long time slowly stretching Lucio, catering only to his lover's body and neglecting his own until he felt Lucio tremble beneath him from the slightest movement. He wanted Lucio near the very edge of pleasure before his cock was even inside, wanted to ensure that this was the most sensual and wondrous coupling they had engaged in yet. When he felt Lucio was ready, Ansel took hold of his shaft, lining it up carefully so the tip of his cock was pressing against Lucio's orifice. "You have to make me one promise, my love," Ansel said slowly, looking down at the young man with a soft, adoring gaze. "You cannot come until I tell you to, do you understand?" He didn't wait for confirmation from Lucio before rocking his hips forward, slipping into him easily thanks to the added lubrication and extensive preparation. A low rumble of satisfaction rolled from Ansel's chest as he sank into his sweetheart's little body. He closed his eyes for a moment, reveling in the sublime sensation of feeling Lucio's muscles clench down onto his sensitive member, and kept himself slow as he put his full length into his partner's body.<br/><br/>He dragged his hands up Lucio's legs, manipulating them so that they were now pointing up to Ansel's shoulders instead of wrapped around his waist. This allowed Ansel to penetrate even deeper and more fully, and he opened his dark hazel eyes and grinned as he continued to sink into Lucio until his balls were pressed tightly against his lover's backside. He began his gentle thrusting in this position, his face shifting from an amused smile into one of intense concentration as he carefully pulsed his hips back and forth, fully penetrating Lucio with each leisurely stroke. Every few thrusts Ansel would turn his head and adoringly kiss Lucio's feet, still sporting the stunning pair of stilettos Ansel had requested he put back on. Ansel wasn't a foot man, not really, but the sight of a nice pair of feet in even nicer shoes had always aroused him for reasons he hadn't yet bothered to examine. Although Ansel always believed Lucio to be a dazzling sight, something about seeing Lucio all made up for him made Ansel want to worship the very ground Lucio walked on. And in a way, perhaps he was. Ansel pulled his tongue along the top of Lucio's foot down to his ankle, kissing the thin skin once more before pulling away.<br/><br/>"You're ravishing, my love," Ansel grunted, increasing his speed, but only a small amount as he gently pulled Lucio's legs down, wrapping them around his waist again. "I feel like you've awaken me from a very long, very dull slumber. You make me feel alive. I don't know how I've lived so long without you." The professor pressed his lips against Lucio's, sliding his tongue in between the young man's teeth and playfully teasing the wet muscle that hid within. Though his pace was still methodical and slow, each thrust was hard and deep, causing the bed to jolt.<br/><br/>He pulled his lips away momentarily to moan as Lucio's body tightened around him. "I want to keep you," Ansel groaned, one hand resting on the headboard for support while the other affectionately stroked the boy's pale neck.