Lucio's teasing was cruel, it was sadistic, it was<i>perfect</i>. Lucio was the epitome of a little sex kitten, knowing how to move his body in every possible way to elicit a favorable reaction from the professor. Ansel's breathing became deep and heavy as he watched Lucio pull down his jeans, revealing to him the smooth ass he had been craving all weekend. Ansel generously stroked Lucio's cock as the latter leaned over the desk to retrieve the small bottle. "Good boy," Ansel crooned, nibbling lightly on Lucio's neck as he grabbed the bottle from the desktop. "You're so adept at following directions, sweetness. I think you deserve a reward for that."<br/><br/>Ansel quickly set about to doing his prep work, covering his fingers and the entrance to Lucio's rectum in a generous layer of lube. He slipped his fingers into Lucio's anus, momentarily wondering if his partner was still feeling the results of their previous encounters. He massaged Lucio from the inside, paying attention to Lucio's prostate, digitally stimulating the organ until he could feel Lucio shiver beneath him.<br/><br/>When he felt Lucio was properly stretched, Ansel carefully positioned himself behind the object of his affections. He pressed the tip of cock against Lucio's hole, teasing him only momentarily before pushing his thick shaft inside and digging his nails deep into Lucio's narrow hips. The euphoria began at the head of his penis, an irresistible tingling that rushed down his shaft, into his testicles and spread throughout his body like ripples in a disturbed body of water. It wasn't long before the tingling filled every part of him, from his lips to his fingers to his toes. This was what he was missing when he was fucking Petra, this intense pleasure, this overwhelming sense of ecstasy. Ansel was convinced that only Lucio could give him this.<br/><br/>The professor's thrusting was controlled but intense. Each push into Lucio was a powerful, commanding display of his dominance and affection. He wanted to claim Lucio for himself, to remind him that<i>no one </i>could fuck him like Ansel could, and that no matter who he messed around with, Ansel would always be number one. The drawers in the desk shifted and came loose as Ansel pounded into Lucio, the furniture itself scraping against the floor. His strokes were accompanied by deep, satisfied moans as his member rubbed against the textured walls of Lucio's rectum. Ansel used his strong hold on Lucio's hips to pull Lucio's backside into him, culminating in an explosive burst of pleasure each time the two men's bodies collided.<br/><br/>After a long series of passionate thrusting, Ansel slowed himself just a bit and wrapped his fingers with Lucio's hair. He tugged on the man, commandingly but not overly forceful, silently instructing him to lift himself up from the desk. When Lucio had complied, the professor placed a hard kiss against his throat. "As you're such a good boy, I think you deserve feeling me come inside of you again," he said softly, tickling Lucio's skin with his lips. "After all, we wouldn't want to ruin those clothes of yours. So very, very cute, Mr. Bane."