“Ah, yes, I see. It’s not a problem, I’ll come into contact with you some other time, I’m sure of it,” he murmured dismissively, waving his hand carelessly in front of his face. There was an odd level of sexual undertone to his statement, but it could have been easily dismissed as him simply not having picked out his words in a wise manner and Ian knew that well enough. He was young, that much was certain, eighteen years of age at that stage, but at the same time he had been through more sexual experiences at his young age than most adults did throughout, not unlike Lucio. He wasn’t as good at the game of seduction as, for he didn’t practice nearly as often as the other male, having usually preferred to keep partners for extended periods of time, but he certainly wasn’t all that bad at it either. Just like his competition he rather enjoyed the chase, just so long as in the end he managed to capture the prey as he wished to.<br/><br/>He nodded pleasantly at Ansel’s reassurance that he and Lucio had slept quite well after their shenanigans. The pleasantries were already beginning to bore the young man, however, and he found himself just itching for any opportunity to lead Ansel on. He didn’t want to outright request sex, that would have been too bold even for him, but at the same time while he did enjoy the chase he didn’t wish for it to last too terribly long, especially when he was so eager. Ansel had managed to wiggle his way under his skin without even trying, and Ian felt the intense desire to scratch that itch, to satiate his already incredibly intense desire for the tall, dark, handsome older gentleman.<br/><br/>Ian was given pause as Ansel offered to cook a bit extra so he could indulge in some breakfast along with him and Lucio. A wry smile spread across his handsome face and he nodded slowly. “You know, Ansel, I would like that . . . But I must admit there is something in particular that I’m finding myself just absolutely craving right now.” As he spoke the teen slowly slunk around Ansel, standing at his other side nearest to the skillet now and gazing down thoughtfully at the sizzling meat within. He reached over and grabbed a hold of the turn dial that manipulated the height of the flame and he flicked it off before Ansel could protest, simultaneously using his other hand to pluck the knife from Ansel’s hand and toss it onto the counter as well before planting his hands firmly on the man’s chest and pushing him backwards firmly. Ansel was quite a bit taller than him, and considerably more in shape, but with the element of surprise it was rather easy to move him backwards the few steps it took for him to be pressed against the island counter behind him. The move was bold, careless, and entirely like something Lucio would do to Ansel. It was almost unnerving, the similarities that the pair of them shared, almost like Ian had learned from the best.<br/><br/>“That something is tall, dark, and exceedingly handsome . . . Do you have any idea what I’m speaking of?” he whispered as he approached the man, a single eyebrow quirking upwards and a nasty smirk forming upon his handsome features.