Lucio couldn't help but smile faintly at the praise, tipping his head to the side slightly as Ansel nibbled lightly at his exposed neck. He stood there quietly then, remaining bent over the desk as Ansel began his work. He was still sore from the ferocious fucking he'd endured from Ansel on Friday evening, but the ache had subsided considerably by this point. Enough so that the stretching of his rectum didn't hurt all too much, though he knew for a fact that by the end of this session he'd be a bit lame. Lucio let out an appreciative moan as he felt the man's fingers press into his body and move to massage his prostate; it was one of the most pleasurable feelings in the world, he'd found, and it wasn't long before Ansel had him shivering under his hand. He knew, however, that the best was yet to come, and that thought allowed him to bite back a groan of irritation when the professor removed his fingers.<br/><br/>Ansel didn't make Lucio wait long for the next step, and for that much the young man was quite grateful. He was eager to feel the Doctors cock press deep inside of him again, and when the head of his penis pressed against his opening he drew in a sharp breath. The breath was held for a moment as he focused on the slow, methodical filling of his body by the professor and then quickly after the man’s cock was buried deep within him he let out a long, low moan.<br/><br/>With in thrust Lucio's body was jarred, and he let out a wide range of delightful noises as he was fucked. He found that it felt just as good there whilst bent over the desk as it had felt in the lavish hotel suite; there was something about Ansel's cock that simply suited Lucio. His body trembled from the pleasure, and he staved off his orgasm as best as he could despite the burning desire within him to come. He stood slowly when Ansel pulled him upwards by a handful of his long, gorgeous locks and he turned his head slightly to the side as he began to speak and pepper his neck with kisses. The younger man hummed softly, eagerly grinding his hips back against Ansel's as he continued slowly moving inside of him.<br/><br/>"Your concern for my outfit is touching, Doctor Essen . . . I do dress to impress, and I'm afraid semen would ruin the clothes and just the look in general, but I'd be happy to have you come anywhere inside of me," Lucio whispered breathlessly, genuinely meaning it too. Feeling Ansel orgasm inside of him had been delightful before, and the aftereffects served as a lovely reminder of what they had done together.<br/><br/>Lucio reached downwards and rested his hand over the one that Ansel had gripping his hip. He laced their fingers together as he slowly moved his rear end against the professors cock, an appreciative hum escaping his lips as they pressed firmly together. His free hand moved to grip the desk lightly to steady himself whilst he waited for Ansel to take full control once again.