Lucio lifted his eyes and he watched appreciatively as the professor sauntered down the stairs in his birthday suit. The younger man hummed quite contentedly as he eyes up Ansel, his lips briefly locking onto his lower lip as his mind wandered to the events from the evening prior that had left him stiff and sore. He enjoyed the discomfort though, to an extent. It reminded him of what he'd accomplished - a passing grade - and there was nothing more satisfying than that, in his opinion. There was a small inkling of him that enjoyed the reminder of the actual actions though; he tried his hardest to repress the memory of how Ansel made his heart race so wonderfully, but it was rather difficult. He didn't want to remember Ansel, he never wanted to remember any of his clients because if he remembered them then there was the possibility that he would desire to be with them again, and he didn't do repeat customers. Ansel was one he needed to push to the side especially, seeing as he genuinely enjoyed the man's company and that wasn't a good thing for either of them.<br/><br/>Lucio snapped from his thoughts and perked up slightly as he heard Ansel begin to speak. He blinked a few times as he watched him slowly approach and his lips curved upwards into a smile as he was pulled forwards against the other firmly. He gladly spread his fingers over the bit of exposed skin there on his chest, a thoughtful hum escaping him as Ansel proposed going out for a bit of breakfast, and he lifted his eyes up from his own hand to meet with the professors.<br/><br/>"If I'm being honest I've never had to make this sort of decision before. Generally speaking my partners and I part ways before the sun makes an appearance, as most of them are quite worried about privacy, don't want to risk getting caught by any friends, family or colleagues leaving the hotel with a student in the morning," he murmured, though it was only a half truth. He left out the times that he snuck away from professors who cared to sleep with him in their arms, as he didn't want Ansel to think that this was any different than any of the other times he'd done this.<br/><br/>And yet, it<i>was. </i><br/><br/>"If you'd care to take me for breakfast in the cafe downstairs, I believe it is open for a short while longer . . . that is, if you aren't worried about being seen in public with me," he murmured as he slid his hand from Ansel's chest, slowly up the side of his neck until it was settled cupping the man's jaw. He tried to resist, but being this closer to the professor was much too tempting, he drew the other in and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, lingering there in the delicate embrace for a few moments before he pulled back from his arms carefully and turned to lift his bag up off the table. "I can take the bourbon down in my bag, seeing as you don't have one, but I must insist that you take it home with you. I have no desire to drink the rest of it," he commented softly as he turned his back to the other so he wouldn't be tempted to return to his arms. He only turned around once he'd gotten everything packed and settled once again and he offered a polite smile. "Shall we go now?" he queried softly, quirking one brow upwards slightly.