Lucio's head thumped lightly on the desk as he was suddenly pushed backwards beneath it fully and he grunted softly at the brief, sudden shock of pain. It wasn't anything terrible though, so once Ansel instructed the young man to continue he gladly did, though he was completely silent about it now. He listened intently to the conversation that took place above him, doing his best to comprehend and analyze it whilst he was bobbing his head up and down on this beautiful cock.<br/><br/>So Grissom had seen them that night against the car, and he had been . . . Spying on them the night prior? The thought sent an uncomfortable shiver down his spine but he did his best to shove the thought aside and continue on pleasuring Ansel. He pulled back when he felt the man’s entire body suddenly go rigid at the comment about him being a whore. It was a true enough statement, really, but Ansel didn't seem to me having it at all. Lucio moved to press soft kisses down the length of Ansel's cock and then back up the underside in some sort of attempt to sooth him before he got back to work. The low growl that left Ansel's throat sent excited tingles through his body and he smiled briefly against the mans cock before fitting his lips around the head again and sucking firmly, clearly eager to imbibe any liquid that the man had to offer him. He slid his lips once down the length of Ansel's cock once Grissom was gone, reaching up to grip the arms of the rolling desk chair and slowly pushing it back so he was at least partially liberated from those confines.<br/><br/>Lucio pulled his mouth back off of Ansel's cock briefly and he smiled faintly up at him. "He might be an ass, my dear, but he isn't wrong," he commented quietly as he moved to grip the man’s cock and gently pleasure him whilst his mouth was absent. "I am you whore, I just happen to like you quite a bit so your getting my services gratis," the boy pointed out softly as he gazed up at the professor. He didn't allow the words to linger in the air long before he returned to orally pleasuring the professor. His loose hair fell down around his face as he got to work on taking the professor deep into his throat. Each time he sunk down he removed his hands from the man’s, but when he pulled up and stimulate solely the head with his mouth for a bit he'd replace his hands. Every inch of the professor was getting continuously stimulated that way, and hopefully it'd consume him so he couldn't argue.<br/><br/>He was aware enough that Ansel saw him as more than just a whore, a prostitute. Lucio, however, was determined to keep their relationship in that lane, despite the fact that he was growing to genuinely care about and enjoy the company of the professor. A relationship simply wasn't something he was built for, he'd decided long ago, and it was always best for him and the person he was involved with if things remained strictly casual, strictly sexual. He tried to keep that front up, but around Ansel he found it exceptionally hard. He desired the man in a way that was much deeper than physical, he knew, but he had to deny himself that. It wasn't appropriate, nor would it end well for either of them.<br/><br/>Ansel would, eventually, be forced to find another. Lucio was sure of it. Despite the fact that he saw him as this perfect little incubus that was his for the wooing, Lucio knew that he'd never settle down even if Ansel insisted that someday he'd wish to. It wasn't about his desires, it was about the fact that he'd never fit in a relationship, he'd never be good for anything but whoring himself out to climb higher and higher up the ladder, hopefully reaching the top relatively early before his looks gave out on him.