Ansel pulled his mouth away from Lucio's cock and smiled cheekily up at the young man, enjoying the way Lucio's fingers played with his dark hair. He pulled Lucio's boxers up over his erect penis and shrugged his shoulders dismissively. "You're right, Mr. Bane. I am a cruel tease. It is a terrible thing and I should be setting a better example for my student. Unfortunately, we professors are not all perfect and I hope that you'll forgive me for my transgressions." Ansel pulled himself away and sat normally on the loveseat, knowing that his actions were crueler than anything his lips could do to Lucio's handsome cock. His own member, still very much erect, stood before him, aching for someone's touch. Ansel slowly began stroking himself as he looked at the spread for the next treat.<br/><br/>After the sweetness of the ice cream, Ansel craved something a little salty and set his eyes on the oysters, one of his favorite bits of seafood. He picked up one of the small forks that accompanied the dish and checked to ensure that the oyster of his choice was detached from the shell. "The first time I had oysters I was ten years old," Ansel said casually, lifting up the shell and slurping down the meat. He chewed slowly, savoring the slight creamy notes of the oyster. "It was on vacation in New York. Not so much a vacation for my father, he had some business he was doing over there and somewhat reluctantly took the family along. My mother--she absolutely adored seafood--she insisted on visiting this oyster bar in the city. Supposed to be one of the best places for oysters in the country. I don't remember the name of the place anymore.<br/><br/>"We went there and my parents ordered a huge platter of oysters. They sat there on the ice and I remember feeling almost intimidated by them. There was this certain way you had to eat them, certain way you were supposed to enjoy them, certain amounts of lemon juice or cocktail sauce you were supposed to add as adding too much would just be masking the flavor and that completely defeated the purpose." He loosened the meat of another oyster and slurped it down, enjoying the second just as much as he had enjoyed the first. "I tried my first one with my mother's help. The second it got into my mouth, I gagged. I hated it. The texture was slimy on my tongue and the oyster itself tasted just like the sea. I appreciate that flavor now, but back then it was vomit inducing.<br/><br/>"My father was livid. He ranted and lectured about how I was ruining the family's meal and that I needed to learn how to suck it up and act properly. Gagging apparently wasn't something my father approved of." Fork, meat, slurp. "My mother and sister ended up eating all of the oysters themselves. My father didn't even touch one. I asked my sister later if she liked them, she told me no. She was better at sucking it up than I was."<br/><br/>Ansel chuckled and ran a hand through his thick hair. He realized that he had lost his erection while speaking and now regretted opening his mouth. "I apologize, Lucio," he said. "I didn't mean to tell you that. Apparently the older you get the more you fall into the habit of telling boring, pointless stories. Who knew?"