"Pornography, hm? I had never considered. I suppose, in a way, we're already acting out a fairly cheesy porn scenario, aren't we? The dirty professor and his kinky young student. They could film me fucking you over a desk with complex theorems written on the board in the background. You know, to give the whole video some veracity." Ansel chuckled and sighed contentedly as Lucio rested against him. It seemed like no matter what position they were in, their bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces. It was a soothing feeling, one that Ansel wanted to hold onto just a bit longer.<br/><br/>Ansel watched as Lucio pulled back his head, the young male's face seeming to go pale at the drying red liquid on his fingers. Although Ansel had felt Lucio dig into his shoulders during sex, he had not realized his partner had broken skin. Ansel lifted a hand and brushed it against the back of his neck. He could feel the torn skin and the blood that had already begun crusting over. The professor smiled, amused and satisfied, and stroked the small of Lucio's back with his free hand. "You don't need to apologize," he said. The older man bit his lower hip, trying to hold back a laugh. Lucio was very obviously disturbed by the amount of blood that had leaked from Ansel's wounds. "You holding on so tightly just means that I did my job."<br/><br/>He followed without protest as Lucio led him upstairs to the expansive bathroom. He watched silently as Lucio set up the shower, admiring the smooth lines of Lucio's body. As Lucio pulled him underneath the stream of warm water, Ansel gave a soft moan of pleasure. The water felt stupendous on his aching muscles. He let Lucio do as he pleased; the young man seemed intent on washing away the dried blood from Ansel's back and the professor did not argue.<br/><br/>"Lucio, this . . . all of this, it was lovely," Ansel began, facing away from the water and staring at the marble wall as Lucio scrubbed at his back. "I realize ensuring that your--we'll say<i>clientele</i>for lack of a better word--have a good time is part of the deal. The more fun they have the better grade you receive, I understand. But this was a joy. The suite, the drinks, the food,<i>you</i>. . . it was beyond expectation."<br/><br/>Ansel took a deep breath and licked nervously at his lips. It was unlike him to be so forthright with his partners. Typically, when Ansel picked up young men from his classes or at a bar, the night was fun and passionate, but Ansel made an effort to ensure that it was nothing more than that. He didn't strive to create any connection stronger than the lusty temptations that pulled at their groins. Lucio was apparently the exception.