The moment Lucio began to experience his euphoric orgasm, Ansel released his throat and settled his hand firmly on the young man's hips, continuing to pump into him as he rode the wave of sensual pleasure. Lucio's trembling body was a glorious work of art, even from behind, and it wasn't long before Ansel was feeling the pressure build up inside of him at the sensation of Lucio clenching down onto his shaft. He released himself inside of his lover, squeezing Lucio's hips as he did so and moaning into the young man's ear.<br/><br/>Lucio collapsed against Ansel, but cradling the young man against him and holding him close was no burden on the professor. Some of the Englishman's semen had splattered against the glass separating the two men from a very long drop, but Ansel couldn't have cared less in that moment. He would clean it up later, tomorrow sometime, perhaps. It didn't matter. Lucio could stain or destroy every item in Ansel's apartment during their lovemaking and Ansel still wouldn't have been able to find it within himself to be irate at blonde beauty. He wrapped his arms around Lucio's waist, keeping him on his feet while the youth sagged against him. He smiled when Lucio began making his demands; he liked his lover's possessive ferocity. It was the same energy that had caused him to toss a pan at another boy's head, but Ansel couldn't stop himself from admiring it.<br/><br/>"I promise, Lucio," he whispered, leaning down to pick Lucio up in his arms so he could carry him back to bed. "I will never leave you. I love you."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;​</div><br/>Two weeks passed, and they were simultaneously torturous and magnificent. Classes in which Lucio was in attendance were a vicious test of Ansel's patience, as all the professor ever wanted to do was rush to Lucio's desk and kiss, touch, and fuck the gorgeous student. Classes without Lucio were even worse, and although it was marginally easier to focus on his lesson plans, he couldn't help but feel a deep yearning to see the young man's face and wrap him up in his arms once more. Thankfully, Lucio never missed an opportunity to sneak into Ansel's office so they could enjoy some moments alone.<br/><br/>The weekend of the masquerade and auction came much sooner than Ansel could have predicted, but as time spent with Lucio seemed to pass by at an alarming rate, he could do nothing but accept the date as it was and ready himself to accompany Lucio. Ansel had opted for a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F99%2Feb%2Fe5%2F99ebe5923019aa081957d96fa3f6e467--gray-suit-wedding-wedding-groom-suits.jpg&amp;hash=1edbd892ac4660697e6d8abfc4a9f584" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/99/eb/e5/99ebe5923019aa081957d96fa3f6e467--gray-suit-wedding-wedding-groom-suits.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">gray suit</a>, enjoying the way it complemented Lucio's darker attire and the silvery mask the young man had provided him. He much preferred that Lucio's mask was more elegant than his, more attention-grabbing and intriguing. Not only did the differences in extravagance of their masks simply reflect their personalities better, but this night was supposed to be about Lucio, not the man whose arm the model chose to wrap himself around.<br/><br/>"You're stunning," Ansel replied truthfully, opening his arms to receive his lover. "Though, you could probably decorate yourself in refuse and still be undeniably attractive." He kissed the boy on the forehead before reluctantly pulling away so he could finish tucking his shirt into his pants. "How in the hell did you manage to finish getting ready before me?" He grumbled, but wasn't seriously bothered. They both knew Ansel has spent perhaps a bit too much time watching Lucio when he should have been dressing himself.<br/><br/>When he was finished, the two men grabbed their wallets and keys and headed out, taking Lucio's car to the event just to eliminate the possibility of anyone recognizing Ansel's, even though both males knew the chances of that were exceptionally low.<br/><br/>"What time is the auction supposed to start?" Ansel asked, knowing Lucio had already provided this information to him but finding he couldn't quite recall what his lover had said. "And how much time are we going to be forced to mingle with snobby socialites? Should I have brought earplugs?"