Lucio was stomping around in a huff and despite Ansel's attempts to reach for the boy he continued to reject his advances. He was throwing things into his bag carelessly, and Ansel watched as he grabbed some clothes and began hurriedly dressing himself. "Lucio, you're right," he said slowly, as calmly as he could, looking on as Lucio pulled a t-shirt over his head and covered up that beautiful body that Ansel so adored. "I should have pushed Ian away immediately and I regret that I didn't. But I promise you it had nothing to do with me being attracted to him. Why the fuck would I want some little boy like Ian when I have you? He is nothing but a subpar version of you." Despite his words, Lucio continued to seethe, and Ansel found his irritation growing as it felt like Lucio was only half listening, too focused on his own anger to understand what Ansel was saying. "Hey," he said firmly, demandingly gripping the boy by the wrist and pulling him close. Lucio could fight all he wanted, but Ansel had no intention of letting go. "I told you I didn't believe him, didn't I? I know you don't want me for my money. If you did, you could find someone much richer than me with that pretty face of yours."<br/><br/>Ansel wrapped his arms around Lucio's waist and held the boy close, leaning down and pressing his lips to Lucio's flushed neck. "I love you. Only you. I don't want that little pissant. I want you. Always." He inhaled deeply as he pressed his hips against his lover, letting him feel the erection that had sprung. Despite Lucio's unexpectedly intense temper, or maybe because of it, Ansel found himself aggressively aroused, fueled by the fire in his passionate paramour's eyes. Ansel had always had a fetish for angry sex, the sex that occurred when all you wanted to do was beat your lover to a pulp but instead direct your attention to pleasuring one another intensely, fervently, without concern for anything but<i>feeling</i>. Lucio's temper was extraordinary, and certainly something that would need to be quelled in the future. Ansel couldn't have his boyfriend tossing kitchenware whenever another man hit on him, but for now, Ansel was attracted to Lucio's ferocity, and he wanted to harness it.<br/><br/>The professor grunted as he lifted Lucio from the floor, carrying him over to the bed and tossing him on top of it. The door to the bedroom was still wide open, but Ansel didn't care. All he wanted to do was be inside of his fiery lover, and he didn't mind if Lucio put up a little bit of a fight. If he really didn't want it, he would let Ansel know, and the professor would have no option but to comply lest he push Lucio past the point of forgiveness. But until that point, he was going to do what he pleased. Lucio was his. And he was Lucio's.<br/><br/>He climbed on top of the smaller man and situated himself in between his legs, covering him completely with his broad, muscular torso. He nuzzled the crook of Lucio's neck and left a trail of kisses against the young man's collar bone, savoring the taste of Lucio's skin. "Are you still furious, sweetness?" Ansel purred, once again pressing his hard cock down against Lucio, grinding against him gently. "Show me. Show me how angry you are."