Lucio's lips pulled into a slight pout as Ansel pulled away from the passionate embrace but the displeased expression quickly faded as he was tugged eagerly from the counter top. He gladly allowed his body to be manipulated about, his lips parting and an eager little noise escaping his lips as his jeans were tugged down and the pressure against his own painfully throbbing cock was removed, much to his relief. He was fully erect and yet, to his surprise, the pain wasn't too terribly intense. Perhaps the idea of pleasure overrode the fear of pain in his system at this stage, or perhaps his body was more well than he'd anticipated, either way it was a fairly pleasant surprise.<br/><br/>He still wasn't sure how far he wished to push the envelope, how far he wished to test his damage body, specifically his behind, but as Ansel spun him around and leaned him over the counter top his heart suddenly leapt into his throat. Ansel wasn't even a few thrusts in when Lucio suddenly bolted up right, pushing him back away from him and forcing him to stop stimulating himself. "As soon as this damned thing is done cook you're taking it out of the oven and coming upstairs to fuck me, I can't wait any longer and I don't give a damn how bad the pain is . . . I need you. Now." Lucio slid out from between the counter and Ansel, pushing down his pants fully and kicking them and his boxers aside before moving to walk upstairs.<br/><br/>"Don't you dare come up before it's done. We're going to be eating after we're through," he called out over his shoulder as he reached the stairs. He then jogged up them carefully, momentarily feeling as though his families eyes were boring into them from their portraits upon the wall. He brushed the discomfort aside as quickly as it arose and moved into the bedroom and over to his bag. He hadn't truly planned on fucking Ansel, but he had banked on the strong possibility that in the end they wouldn't be able to control themselves, that being locked away from the world for a weekend would drive them mad with lust. He'd expected them to last a little longer, perhaps, maybe until Saturday evening or Sunday afternoon, but it always wasn't too horrid of a shock that he himself only held out until now. Ansel drove him wild, that much he had to admit, and the thought of being tortured with not having his love inside of him for an entire week, when they had all the opportunity in the world to do so right then and there, was simply too much.<br/><br/>When Ansel finally arrived up stairs, roughly thirteen minutes later, Lucio was laid out on the bed quite beautifully, his head lying back and his mouth hanging open as he carefully fingered his tight entrance in preparation for Ansel's arrival, with the assistance of quite a bit of lubricant. Having not pleasured himself in quite a while, every single movement of his long, dexterous fingers was torturous and blissful simultaneously. His cock throbbed painfully, but at the same time it sung its praises which was evident by the amount of liquid that had already leaked from the tip of the boys penis. He didn't stop when he heard Ansel enter, nor did he open his eyes, figuring that the professor might enjoy soaking in the view for a few moments.