A deep moan slipped from Ansel's lips as Lucio's fingers wrapped around his shaft. As his lover began stroking, the professor closed his eyes, letting his head fall back on his chair completely as he gave into the sensations coming from Lucio's deft hand. The feel of Lucio's lips against his and Lucio's hand on his cock was heavenly; he couldn't stop himself from groaning with bliss against Lucio's mouth. The way Lucio made him feel was reminiscent of the sex he had had during his twenties: aggressive, sensual, mindnumbing. It lacked the monotony he had come to discover in his middle age, sifting through boy after boy to try and find that feeling again. In truth, sex always felt good to some degree. It was biologically rigged to be pleasurable. But sex with Lucio wasn't just sex, it was a transcendent experience, and the anticipation of penetrating his prince again was already causing a steady stream of precum to pool at the head of his penis and his pelvic muscles to clench excitedly.<br/><br/>Ansel had to bring himself down for a moment to understand Lucio's question. He gasped and nodded, pointing to the glove box wordlessly. Throughout the years of flings, affairs, and trysts, Ansel had learned how to always be prepared. He never knew when a beautiful young man would stumble onto his path, inspiring Ansel to claim him and fuck him senseless, at least for the night. Banning Petra from his car had certainly made it easier to keep his outside sex life a secret, although he still maintained his silence with careful actions. The arrival of Lucio in Ansel's life had begun to break those rituals, however, as Ansel was slowly starting to detest his relationship with Petra. All it did was make it more difficult to be with Lucio. Ansel cared about Petra in his way, truly he did, but how could he compare the lukewarm emotions he had always carried with him when she was around to the fire that raged in his chest whenever Lucio appeared in his mind's eye?<br/><br/>The professor was eager for Lucio to retrieve the lubricant and complete their sensuous coupling. As much as he loved Lucio's hands on his member, being inside of him was everything. He opened his eyes and looked up, only now realizing the delicate position he was currently in. He smiled sweetly up at his lover and bit his lip tentatively. "Lucio, my darling, I hope you don't plan on taking advantage of my defenseless state," Ansel teased, his hands absentmindedly stroking Lucio's thighs once again. "You could do absolutely anything you wanted up there. I'm sure you won't take this responsibility lightly, sweetness."<br/><br/>Thinking on their past encounters, Ansel had always been inarguably dominant, fucking Lucio whichever way he pleased. Even during their second session in the hotel suite, with Lucio sitting in Ansel's lap, Ansel had wrapped his hand around Lucio's throat and taken control. But here, there was little Ansel could do. No steady traction or support for thrusting up, virtually no room for flexibility or movement. He was completely at Lucio's mercy.<br/><br/>He liked it. Instead of Lucio showing off his sweet, submissive side, Ansel was going to see something entirely new. He wondered how controlling, how cruel, how wild, how domineering Lucio could be riding on top of him. Was there a side to his precious flower that Ansel didn't know about?