The way Lucio gave into him so easily and bucked into his hand was glorious to watch. The term Ansel remembered hearing growing up was "sex kitten," typically used to describe a woman who gave into her sexual prowess and expressed herself via intimate relations. Ansel wasn't sure if the term could be applied to males as well, or if there was even a male equivalent. If there was, Lucio could be the poster boy.<br/><br/>Lucio's sharp hips pressed upwards, a sign that Lucio was enjoying the attention Ansel gave him. He increased his speed as Lucio pressed his lips against him, trapping him in a kiss that once again made poor Ansel's cock pulse with anticipation. "Sweetness," Ansel moaned, a name he usually bestowed upon Petra when he was buried deep within her, but in this moment seemed so much more appropriate for the precious creature that sat atop him. "Tell me, Lucio," Ansel gruffed in between heavy gulps of air, "will you do anything for me? Anything I ask? Anything I demand?"<br/><br/>A new desire had risen from Ansel's groin. It seemed that with every passing second the desire to pervert the angelic sexual muse increased. It was obvious Lucio was experienced in his craft, but just how so? The hand that had previously been holding Lucio close to him now snaked up the young man's small frame and pressed against his throat. Gently, sweetly, so as not to startle him. But firmly, demanding a response.<br/><br/>"Do you enjoy breath play, sweetness? Pain? Do you enjoy being tied up, used, abused, treated like the filthy whore you are? How do you take things further, Lucio? Right now, I'd say you're working on a solid B- level. What are you willing to do to get that A?"