Lucio's approach was met with a pair of greedy hands. Ansel couldn't wait to pull Lucio to him, and he was pleasantly surprised when the young man came to him without argument. He wrapped his arms around Lucio's narrow form, enjoying how small his companion seemed in his embrace, and buried his face into the boy's neck. Soft, gentle kisses were planted on Lucio's smooth throat. Once again Ansel was enthralled by the light fresh taste to Lucio's skin. Never before had he been with someone who tasted so natural. He doubted even he had such a wondrous flavor about him. It was as if Lucio did not adorn himself with artificial scents. Had no need to nourish his skin with creams or lotions. He just was. How could a specimen as perfect as Lucio possibly exist, how could he be in Ansel's arms?<br/><br/>"If you want to please me," Ansel breathed in between kisses, "this would be ample time to do so." Already Ansel's cock was beginning to stiffen; he was sure that within a minute or two a very large bulge would be protruding from underneath his slacks, and at that point any subtlety he could pretend to have would be completely gone. He tore himself away from Lucio, very much fighting with the lustful beast inside of him that wished to enter Lucio immediately. Another glass of bourbon slide down Ansel's throat, and for another moment he was able to control himself.<br/><br/>"You've seen my cock. Felt it, tasted it." Ansel's voice was deep and sultry, his hazel eyes staring deep into Lucio. "Tell me, Mr. Bane, when will I receive the same privilege? Or will I be forced to claim your cock for myself?"<br/><br/>Ansel's hands moved down to his belted trousers and confidently began working the buckle. He licked his lips as his pants and underwear fell down to his feet, exposing his half erect cock. "Do you see the problem?" Ansel asked, gesturing down towards his crotch. "I can't fuck anyone with this. You still have work to do."