Lucio smiled faintly as the professor offered up the option of finding a partner who wouldn't mind if he wandered off and helped himself to other partners during the day. He released the man's cock momentarily and ran his hands over his abdomen gently, his thumbs light massaging the taut muscles as he gazed at Ansel thoughtfully. The man made some good points, he had to admit, and it made the prospect of finding a steady partner sound quite good again.<br/><br/>Of course, only the idea was appreciated, Lucio knew well enough that relationships rarely, if ever, ended well for the parties involved. He was rather adamantly against the idea of being committed to a specific person, even if it were only a loose, informal sort of commitment. He knew that even if ground rules were laid out at the beginning that allowed Lucio to be as promiscuous as his little heart desired, it would all crumble in the end; jealousy was an emotion that ran rampant within the hearts of mankind. If something so insignificant could wreck a loyal, monogamous relationship, what was to say that it wouldn't infiltrate a more open one?<br/><br/>The male was tugged from his thoughts by Ansel's admission of what would take place were he to win Lucio's hand. The young man grinned at the thought and he nodded, "I could certainly see that happening . . . You're well on your way to incapacitating me already and we haven't even spent a full night together yet," he teased before leaning in and pressing a brief kiss to the man's lips as his hand returned to the others cock, his own beginning to clearly stran against the luxurious fabric of his boxers.<br/><br/>Despite finding the Doctors fantasies to be silly, the idea of lust transforming into love, Lucio offered an unsure shrug of his shoulders as he continued on slowly pleasuring Ansel. "I think everybody desires love in some capacity, don't you? Everybody wants to be desired, appreciated, admired even," he commented thoughtfully as he gazed into the professor's eyes. "I just don't believe I was fashioned for the typical, romantic sort of love you're speaking of. Lust and obsession suit me just fine, and when my looks begin to fade hopefully I'll have built a solid career for myself and I won't need to service any more powerful lovers in order to support myself," he murmured as he slowly stood from Ansel's lap, leaving him there fully erect and most likely straining for me.<br/><br/>"I'll be a happy, rich, lonely man with a couple dozens dogs and maybe a sexy pool boy or two for company," he said lightheartedly before turning and moving to the end of the table where the champagne had been set. He poured a glass for each of them before settling down beside Ansel again and handing him his glass. "Before we continue we should eat, because I don't plan on stopping again until one of us is too exhausted to continue," he said rather bluntly, smirking over at the other and hoping the conversations about love and commitment were at an end.