The taste of a man's semen depended on many things: genetics, health, diet. While typically not the most wonderful of tastes, Lucio seemed to once again subvert expectation. Whether by luck or meticulous effort, Lucio's semen tasted as close to pure as was possible. A very light flavor but so pleasantly clean. It seemed that it was impossible for Lucio to disappoint. The professor swallowed everything that Lucio ejaculated, licking his lips and cleaning away all evidence when Lucio pulled out.<br/><br/>Ansel wasn't expecting Lucio to take hold of him, to gently lead him upwards until they were facing one another again. Looking into Lucio's eyes was cathartic, even more so than the orgasm he had shared with him. They were expressive, moving, and inside of Lucio's pupils Ansel felt that he could swim around for years, slowly learning everything about the beautiful boy with the English lilt that mesmerized him so deeply.<br/><br/>The kiss was passionate, full of heat, and Ansel gave into it completely. He wrapped his arms around Lucio's tiny waist and held the young man close, finding the feel of Lucio's lips against his own to be irresistible. Everything about Lucio drew him deeper and deeper into feelings of longing and need. Ansel pulled away suddenly, catching Lucio's gaze once again. "Lucio, I . . . " he began, but he stopped himself before saying something he would have regretted. He wanted to tell Lucio he was falling for him, that Lucio didn't need to prostitute himself anymore. Ansel could take care of him, could please him and spoil him. If Lucio wanted to fuck around on his own time, Ansel genuinely didn't care about that. Ansel himself was a notorious player, and typically didn't attribute much meaning to his one-night stands. But Lucio was different. Not only had he moved from the one-night stand territory with their classroom lovemaking, Ansel didn't just want to fuck Lucio and leave. He wanted to come home to him, with Lucio waiting in the kitchen or the living room or the bed with open arms.<br/><br/>But he stopped himself. He didn't say any of that. Lucio wouldn't hear it, he knew. The professor smiled, laughed painfully. "You taste amazing," he said simply, pulling Lucio to him so they locked lips once more. The tragedy of knowing that Lucio would have to leave in just a few moments could be ignored as long as they were woven together.