The middle one, Griffith, seemed to welcome Ansel graciously, shaking his hand enthusiastically and offering the professor a joyful smile. Cassio, on the other hand, who Ansel thought to always look too sullen in his photos, gave Ansel nothing more than an obligatory handshake and a wary glare. Ansel did not let the cold aura from Cassio go unnoticed and made a mental note to watch the younger one, and perhaps tailor himself to suit Cassio to some degree. Truthfully, Ansel didn't really care all that much whether Lucio's brothers liked him, but he knew that Lucio loved his siblings dearly. If anything, Ansel's efforts to be cordial were more for his lover than himself, but as he was willing to do anything for his English paramour, he didn't mind.<br/><br/>Ansel smiled down affectionately at Lucio as the smaller man wrapped himself around his arm. The professor loved being touched by the beauty, he didn't care where, and he thought it a good sign that Lucio was comfortable enough to physically display some amount of intimacy with him in front of his brothers. But the subtleties weren't lost on the boys, especially on Griffith, who called the two men out quickly and without shame on their desire to fuck one another wildly. Ansel decided in that moment that he quite liked Griffith. His "give no shits" attitude was not unlike the feistiness that Lucio displayed on occasion, and the professor found it extremely endearing. More so than Cassio's cool nonchalance, anyway.<br/><br/>He cocked his head in Lucio's direction when the boy seemed to give in rather easily to his younger brothers. Ansel was of the opinion that perhaps he was letting his young siblings push him around a little bit. He and Johanna had always adhered to the first come first serve rule whenever they were vying for the same thing, but he guessed that if the kids gave the two their privacy, the weekend could still be salvaged. Sharing the charming cottage with six teenagers certainly wasn't what Ansel had expected, and despite his penchant for bedding younger men, Ansel found teenagers to typically be rather insufferable. But the weekend wasn't about them, it was about him and Lucio. He'd just have to settle for fucking his boyfriend in the bedroom and not in the living room, or over the kitchen counter.<br/><br/>After Lucio had laid down some ground rules, rules that Ansel heartily agreed with, the two younger brothers rushed outside. "It's fine, sweetness. You couldn't possibly have known that your brothers would take advantage of the stellar weather. Our trip was rather impromptu, after all." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Lucio's forehead, inhaling the clean scent of his lover's hair before he began to tell Ansel all about the boys' friends.<br/><br/>One by one Lucio listed them off, and Ansel listened casually, admiring all of the youths and their fresh, attractive faces. It seemed Ansel had been correct in assuming that these were modeling friends, and the kids all practically sparkled in the bright morning sun. Ansel laughed when Lucio spoke of Ian and turned into his darling, placing his hands on Lucio's waist and pulling him close. "Baby, are you going to get jealous if Ian takes a glance at my cock?" he whispered softly, pressing an erotic, deep kiss to Lucio's lips for a moment before pulling away, but only slightly, so that when he spoke his soft lips brushed gently against his lover's. "I don't care how pretty he is. No one can turn me on like you, Lucio. I am absolutely, positively addicted to you."