The sensation of the delicate fabric of Lucio's panties rubbing up against his pulsing erection was almost too much for Ansel to handle. Blood pumped through him as Lucio teased, and the professor could do nothing but look up at the young man in complete adoration. "Compromises are the foundation of a healthy relationship," Ansel replied facetiously, tilting his head away as Lucio leaned down in order to give his lover more access to his throat so he could kiss and lick as he pleased. The professor grunted as the scantily clad boy rubbed himself against him. He took a swig of champagne and kept his other hand on the bed, not only steadying him against the small man's romantic onslaught, but also to keep himself from grabbing, yanking and pulling. Lucio looked too lovely for Ansel to treat roughly, and it was more than obvious that the young man and put in a significant amount of effort in making himself look appealing for him. Ansel didn't want to ruin that.<br/><br/>Another gruff vocalization left his lips as Lucio tipped him back. He lifted up his champagne flute to keep it from spilling and watched curious as Lucio got on top of him, placing his firm little ass on top of Ansel's chest. He liked the view, and he liked the way he could see the outline of Lucio's testicles through the pretty fabric as the boy leaned forward and took the man's cock into his mouth. Ansel's head fell back and a deep, guttural moan escaped his lips as Lucio began fellating him, sucking the precum right off of his engorged tip as if he were wrapping his lips around particularly delicious lollipop.<br/><br/>"Mmmm, that's amazing, Lucio," Ansel purred, caressing the young man's ass with his free hand as he went to town on Ansel's thick shaft. The professor enjoyed this for a few minutes, loving the way Lucio's little body wiggled on top of him as he played with his cock, but eventually Ansel's head cleared and he realized this wasn't entirely what he wanted. He appreciated Lucio's efforts--no one could suck dick as well as his baby--but Lucio had painted himself up all pretty just for him. Ansel realized what a tragedy it was that he couldn't see it and admire it for himself.<br/><br/>He gave a few affectionate pats to Lucio's ass before slowly shifting the boy off of him and sitting up, allowing the boy to settle himself into the bed before standing. "You're very good at that," Ansel complimented, smiling down at his paramour and tossing the last of the champagne down his throat. "Put your heels back on," he commanded, "and sit at the head of the bed, right in the center. I'll be right back."<br/><br/>Ansel left the bedroom and quickly made his way back to the kitchen, sighing heavily as he grabbed the opened champagne bottle, pouring himself another glass. Lucio deserved something different from him tonight, he knew this. Ansel had proved over and over he could fuck Lucio into the dirt, break beds, bend him over any piece of furniture, it didn't matter. Hard, animalistic sex was easy for them. But Lucio wasn't an animal, and neither was he. Lucio was a beautiful man, made up like a beautiful woman, and he was his. Lucio had done something special for him. Perhaps it had originally been with the intention of merely playing to Ansel's fetishes, but the professor didn't want it to just be<i>that</i>. Not after the roller coaster of a weekend the two men had been through. Lucio deserved more than that.<br/><br/>The professor headed back to the bedroom, flute in one hand and bottle in the other, and poured Lucio a fresh glass when he stepped back inside. His cock was screaming for him to take Lucio now, but he had decided he wanted to go slow for once, to appreciate his lover in a way he hadn't before. He set his glass and the bottle on one of the bedside tables and slowly climbed onto the bed, crawling over Lucio's small frame and covering him completely.<br/><br/>"I love you, Lucio," Ansel said simply, leaning down to press a deep kiss to his lover's dark red lips. When he pulled away, he sat back on his heels and ran his hands up and down Lucio's thighs. "I want you to understand how deeply I mean it when I say that. You're everything I could possibly ever want in another person. You were made for me. You fit me. Everything about you calls to me, and I have no intention of ever letting you go." He smiled as his fingers brushed over the garter belt straps that held up Lucio's stockings. He carefully undid them, watching as the taut straps went loose and limp now that they were no longer needed. His fingers danced along Lucio's thighs and up to his panties, grinning mischievously as he pulled them down, inch by slow agonizing inch.<br/><br/>When he had slid the boy's panties all the way down the length of Lucio's legs, he held them for a moment, amazed how his love could fit into such a tiny piece of underwear. He set the panties off to the side, not wanting to accidentally ruin any piece of what must have been an expensive set, and leaned back over his darling, raining kisses down along Lucio's collar bone.<br/><br/>"Tell me what you want, baby. I'll do anything for you," Ansel said, his cock pressing against the cleft of Lucio's ass as he lifted the boy's legs and wrapped them around his waist, enjoying the extra weight added by the boy's high heels.