Ian listened to all the professor had to say, like a good boy should, and then he smiled dryly, clearly unamused by Ansel’s second bout of rejection. He slid his hands up to the professor’s abdomen slowly, humming thoughtfully and nodding as he did so. “I can understand why you’d say that, I truly can. Lucio is, without a doubt, one of the most gorgeous human beings I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I’m sure you’d agree. He’s not my type sexually, clearly, but I must admit I can understand why you’d prefer to rail him.” A soft sigh escaped his lips as he slowly lifted his eyes to gaze into Ansel’s. “How long have you known Lucio, my dear Doctor? How much do you know about him?” He queried curiously, tipping his head to the side as he reached up to run his fingers over the mas immaculately kept beard.<br/><br/>“I’m sure you don’t know just how loyal he is. I’m sure you aren’t aware that if you lose your job he’ll drop you like you’re hot,” he murmured thoughtfully as he trailed his fingers through the crevices along Ansel’s defined abdomen. “He’s about as loyal as a starving dog would be to their master. As long as you’re feeding him what he wants, he’ll stick around, but as soon as you lose your status, your money, your power, he’ll just slink off to the next. He’ll leave you alone to wallow in your losses and he’ll find another handsome little professor to bed, to murmur sweet nothings to, to fuck on the beach of his lake house while he professes his everlasting love.” Ian chuckled softly as he spoke, sliding a hand down to pat the man’s gently. “You aren’t the first, and you certainly won’t be the last, Ansel.”<br/><br/>Ian was an incredibly talented liar, but then what he said did sound like it might have been something Lucio could have potentially conspired to do. Ansel knew fully well how good of a little actor Lucio was, and how easy it was for him to lie and manipulate others to his liking. Hell, he himself had had doubts about Lucio in the past in their very brief time together. It wasn’t a farfetched idea, necessarily, though Ian himself knew it wasn’t true. He’d known Lucio since he started modeling with Griffith, and he had never once seen the man like this with anybody, much less out in the open where he knew he was being watched. Ian had come across him fucking the odd man at the modeling agencies, but never had he seen him openly with a man in public. But perhaps the idea of losing Lucio would spur him to act.<br/><br/>“I know any cock can be hardened with a bit of stimulation, even if the owner would rather it not be stimulated. The body works in mysterious ways, after all, often betraying its operator,” he commented softly as he reached down between Ansel’s legs not to grip the man’s flaccid cock from atop his swim trunks, pressing his body against Ansel’s firmly. “If you fuck me now, just this once, I won’t bother you and your little puppeteer any longer,” he whispered, leaning up to attach his lips to Ansel’s neck delicately.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">~.~.~​</div><br/>Lucio was quite disoriented when he finally arose, he had a vague memory of falling asleep out beneath the stars with Ansel situated comfortably under him, but everything that happened the night prior was a bit fuzzy. He arose quickly as he heard voices in the next room over, Ansel among them, and then he was forced to pause as his head began to spin. He grunted softly as he lifted a hand upwards and pressed it to his forehead for a few moments, forcing his eyes closed and taking a few deep breaths. He sat there for a few moments, trying to scour his brain for remnants of what had happened last night, but seeing as this was his first experience on drugs it was harder for him to recall what had gone on than it might have been for a veteran user like Ansel.<br/><br/><i>Ansel.</i><br/><br/>The boys smiled to himself as he slowly dragged himself to his feet, running his fingers through his unkempt hair as he slowly began making his way towards the kitchen, where the voices were emanating from. He stepped into the threshold quietly and he was greeted with a rather unsavory sight. Ansel was there, with his back pressed up against the counter, and attached to him was none other than Ian, the one individual Lucio had asked him to stay away from. The boy was attached to the front of his professor, his hand atop his cock and his lips attached to his neck. Lucio stood there, gawking at the pair for a few moments before they even noticed he was there.