Due to the close proximity of Lucio's brothers and their friends, Ansel didn't think that his lover would be so immediately willing to fulfill his wishes. He imagined Lucio would quickly usher them upstairs to the bedroom where they could play in private, but when Lucio "accidentally" dropped the fork and descended below the table, Ansel was once again amazed by the unapologetic kinkiness that Lucio displayed, that sweet and addicting desire to be as naughty as possible for his lover. Exhibitionism had always been one of Ansel's favorite kinks, part of the reason why he enjoyed fucking in his classroom so much; the possibility of getting caught was just too alluring to ignore.<br/><br/>One of Ansel's hands found the back of Lucio's head underneath the table. He twisted long tendrils of silky yellow hair around his fingers as Lucio slipped his pulsing cock into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around Ansel's head and causing the professor to groan appreciatively, as quietly as he was able. Ansel wanted to buck up into Lucio, to fuck his pretty mouth until he exploded into the back of his throat, but not only would that be loud enough to attract the attention of the group of teenagers in the kitchen, there wasn't enough room under the table for that much movement. All Ansel could do was sit there, stroking the back of Lucio's head as his young lover pleasured him.<br/><br/>Whatever was going on in the kitchen seemed to keep the teens occupied enough, because Ansel and Lucio were able to sit this way together for a short while before Ansel felt his orgasm approaching. Typically Ansel would have been embarrassed by his inability to keep his climax at bay, similarly to how Lucio had felt after having sex earlier that morning, but Ansel was so completely entranced by every movement of Lucio's tongue, mouth, and hands that he couldn't find the brain power to worry about it all that much. Ansel's fingers gripped the back of his love's head as he whispered gruffly, "Don't stop, baby, I'm about to come."