Lucio was stroking the dark bruise he had forced onto Ansel's neck, and although the spot was still tender the professor didn't pull away. He let his lover touch where he wanted without restraint, figuring that having Lucio see and absorb the evidence of his anger would probably be good for him. He didn't want guilt to wrack the boy, but he wasn't fond of the idea of pretending like the ugly mark wasn't there, either, so he hoped that this would settled Lucio and they could move on with their weekend, however hectic it was destined to be.<br/><br/>The professor knit his eyebrows together in confusion when Lucio asked him what had transpired the evening prior. Memory loss was a side effect of taking ecstasy, but it was something that usually occurred after the drug had already worn off and deteriorated some mental capacities, so Lucio's inability to recall the events of their trip was odd, if not entirely unexpected. He had expected potential moodiness, perhaps some anxiety or restlessness, but those typically disappeared within a day or two, if at all, and he had been willing to guide Lucio through those negative feelings to the best of his ability. Ansel had to remind himself that Lucio was not used to dealing with mind-altering substances, certainly not in the same way he was, so perhaps those side effects that he simply took for granted were more acute in Lucio. Something to remember for the future if Lucio decided he ever wanted to indulge with Ansel again.<br/><br/>"We had a lovely evening, darling," Ansel whispered, kissing Lucio's neck again in that way he knew he liked. "We took the pills and then lay on our little makeshift bed you made for us in the sand. We talked about smoking. We asked one another questions about ourselves. You . . . you told me about some pieces of your past that I don't think bear repeating," he said softly, remembering Lucio's story about Luther, the monster who had raped an innocent twelve year old boy. He did not want his lover to focus on this, so he quickly moved on. "You told me about moving to America, and I told you about the time I dove into an underwater blue hole in the Bahamas and just nearly killed myself.<br/><br/>"There was a brief moment when the e started to kick in and you became nervous, but we talked it out, and you pushed through it beautifully. I was so proud of you and the way you conquered that fear. And then . . . " Ansel paused, the edges of his mouth turning upward in a modest smile as his favorite part of the evening came flooding back to him. "You told me that you loved me," Ansel said slowly, his body tingling as the words left his lips. "You told me you loved me and that you never wanted us to be apart. That I was never allowed to leave you. And I agreed, wholeheartedly. After you told me you loved me, I couldn't resist you, and I ravished you. We fucked on the beach and you rode me. You've never looked more beautiful, grinding on my cock with the sun illuminating your entire perfect body. It was amazing. Without a doubt some of the best sex I've ever had. And I don't mean to presume, but it seemed like you had a pretty decent time yourself if I'm to go by how hard you came."<br/><br/>Ansel's smile was wider now, and he hoped that his recollection would help Lucio retrieve some of his own memories of the evening. It had been one of the most important they had shared together, at least as far as Ansel was concerned, and the idea that Lucio remembered very little of it saddened him a small degree. "After we were done, we got some snacks from the cottage, returned to the beach. Your brothers weren't too happy about us fucking out in broad daylight, especially Cassio, but I managed to assuage them. Not so sure those tolerant feelings are going to carry over once they learn what you did to Ian, but we'll just have to deal with that as it comes.<br/><br/>"Speaking of your brothers . . . I realize that you guys had a deal to not rat on one another for doing things and being places you're all not supposed to be, but is that deal going to hold up with that huge hole you put in the kitchen wall? We're going to have to call a contractor out here to get that fixed. I can foot the bill so your parents don't find out, as I don't know how much access they have to your finances, and if you want to split it halfway I'd be amenable. What do you think?"