"I have to admit, your honesty is refreshing. Most would try to make this more than it is. Or, at least, make me believe that it was. But you're not like that, are you, Mr. Bane?" Ansel ran a hand through his dark hair as he watched Lucio disrobe. He was eager to see all that existed beneath those beautiful clothes, to drink in the soft line of Lucio's nuanced form. His chest tightened when Lucio let down his long hair, a curtain of silk framing his poetic features. "No, I doubt I am very much like the people you have entertained in the past.<br/><br/>"To return your frankness, Lucio, the only thing I truly desire is to tear those clothes from your body and toss you around this room like a doll. However, even an untrained eye can see how expertly those clothes were made. Damaging them would be a travesty." He poured himself another glass of bourbon, this time drinking deeply. It wasn't how it was supposed to be done, but the alcohol was now helping Ansel stifle his animalistic urge to sink his teeth into Lucio's throat.<br/><br/>"Play with me however you wish, but be careful. If you tease me too viciously, I may need to take matters into my own hands." Ansel stood, his eyes heavy as he continued to stare at Lucio's exposed skin. His hands went to his shirt and continued unbuttoning, slipping the piece of fabric off and tossing it carelessly aside. His chest and abdominal muscles were hard and contracted, it looked as if there wasn't an ounce of fat on Ansel's body. It was obvious that this body was sculpted by years of hard work. Being an academic had not deterred him from keeping his body muscular and strong. He had often despised the way many intellectuals kept their minds sharp but allowed their bodies to become soft and doughy. Why not strive for perfection in all aspects of life?<br/><br/>His pants hung low on his hips, exposing the sharp V of his lower abdomen. All day he had imagined Lucio dragging his tongue along the hard cut of his abs, down down down until Lucio was once again beautifully situated between Ansel's open legs.<br/><br/>"Come here," Ansel commanded, opening his arms up, inviting Lucio to be wrapped up in his strong embrace. "I need to touch you."