It was quite simply euphoric, grinding against Ansel’s cock as he straddled the man’s hips there on their little makeshift bed. His hands remained planted firmly on his lover’s muscular abdomen to steady himself as well as to fulfill this deep desire for contact that he was feeling and he kept his eyes open and trained down on Ansel. He couldn’t help but want to simply stare at his companion whilst he was in this state of mind, for whilst Ansel looked gorgeous through a normal lens, though the eye of MDMA he looked like nothing less than a God. He briefly pondered what God he held the visage of as he rode Ansel’s cock eagerly. Zeus, perhaps? Though the God’s personality suited him wonderfully Lucio couldn’t help but cast aside the idea. Ansel was more beautiful than that, he decided, and in deciding so he concluded that in fact he was more stunning than anything, even a God, He found that he was rather content with that decision.<br/><br/>Lucio gasped softly as Ansel moved to grip his thighs and he then began thrusting up into him with an eager sort of power that blew his young paramour’s mind. Lucio continued on riding Ansel, his fingers digging firmly into the hard flesh of the man’s abdomen as pleasure consumed him. His body was violently jarred with each upward press of Ansel’s hips and though it should have been painful with his body's delicate state all he could feel was intense pleasure. Soft gusts of winds buffeting his bare skin felt like thousands of fingers delicately stroking every inch of his body, the sound of the waves crashing onto the beach behind them had transformed into a sublime symphony, paired with the soft songs of the birds twittering about as well as the occasional harmonious moan that escaped from Ansel’s beautiful lips. All of it combined was utterly orgasmic, and the addition of physical pleasure caused the entire experience to become transcendent. Lucio had never had sex that he changed him, aside from perhaps his very first time, but he had a strange feeling that life wouldn’t be the same after this coupling. Something had fundamentally shifted inside of Lucio over the course of this wondrous experience and he had to say that he didn’t mind one bit.<br/><br/>Ansel’s eager moans spurred Lucio forwards in his grinding and he moved in time with the professor’s thrust quite eagerly. He forced his eyes to remain open as he rapidly approached his orgasm, eager to witness the pinnacle of Ansel’s pleasure as he had a feeling that it was going to be absolutely stunning, and he was far from disappointed. As Ansel exploded inside of him Lucio witness a level of beauty that he’d never experienced. The man’s face contorted from the pleasure as he laid there beneath him and Lucio would have sworn he could see waves of colorful energy bursting forth from his darling as stream after stream of semen was pushed into Lucio’s rectum. His jaw went slack at the sight and he momentarily stilled atop his lover, unable to drag himself from his moment of admiration.<br/><br/>Ansel’s hips gave an involuntary buck, however, and it was like Lucio was dragged out of a dream and as he awoke his cock seemed to be jarred awake as well and he was captured in a sudden, blissful orgasm. He let out a sharp cry and his head flew backwards, his eyes rolling back into his head as he was caught in intense thralls of pleasure. His orgasm was drawn out as well, more so than any other that he’d ever experienced before. It left him feeling thoroughly spent but also more satisfied than he’d ever been in his life. It also left Ansel’s torso wonderfully coated in his fluids, and as Lucio came down from his pleasure high he slid his gaze downwards and admired the streams of semen that ran along the man’s beautiful torso.<br/><br/>Lucio didn’t shy away from messing up the art he’d involuntarily made over Ansel’s torso, however, when the man whispered yet another confession of love. His voice pleasantly tickled Lucio’s ears and he let out a sweet hum of content as he slowly slid forwards over the man’s beautiful body. He settled himself down on top of Ansel, the contours of their torsos fitting together quite perfect much to Lucio’s content. He reached up and gently began running his fingers over Ansel’s beautiful face, wanting the commit the image of him like this to memory, in full technicolor, illuminated by the brilliant scarlet rays of a dying sun.<br/><br/>“And I love you . . . More than anything, my darling, my Ansel . . . How’d you do this to me?” he breathed out as his fingers delicately danced over the man’s, then down through his bear and along his jawline. His thumbs reached out to trace his lovely lips, which were thoroughly reddened and sullied by their intense kisses and, in Lucio’s opinion, that only made them more entrancing.