Lucio smiled warmly at the mans comment and he tipped his head back so he could gaze up into his eyes. "You'll make love to me, hm?" he murmured thoughtfully as he gazed into the professors eyes for a few moments before returning his eyes to the water. "I've never experienced anything that would be classified as making love, I don't think . . . I've been fucked plenty of times, obviously, but I feel like making love is a bit different, isn't it? Slower, more romantic, perhaps not quite a pleasurable physically but much more so emotionally," he said quietly as he stared out over the lake quietly, relaxing further into Ansel and sighing heavily. He glanced briefly up at the professor again, a curious expression having taken over his features, "Would you say that is a correct observation, darling?" he queried curiously.<br/><br/>Years and years of empty fucking had left Lucio experienced and well versed in his craft but he found that it also left him feeling just that: empty. Something about being here with Ansel, cuddled up next to his companion comfortable, made that emptiness fade away. Lucio felt full of adoration and admiration for the older male settled beside him, so full that any holes that had existed in his being beforehand seemed a distant memory. Ansel completed him, that much he couldn't deny, but he was only left to wonder how it had worked out this way, how they'd found each other and ended up in each others arms like this. How Ansel had managed to fill a void within Lucio that he'd been attempting to fill for the entirety of his life in only a few short days. He was the type that dreaded not knowing, and yet somehow in this instance he didn't mind one bit, in fact, he felt that it'd feel wrong if he understood everything was experiencing with his partner. This seemed like the type of thing one simply had to ride out, and so he would.<br/><br/>Lucio took another small bite of his sandwich as he awaited Ansel's answer to the brief question, continuing to gaze up at the man. He admired his handsome features, finding it interesting that he looked mind numbingly beautiful from any angle. He was quick to deduce that Ansel, his handsome professor, was utterly perfect, at least physically. He hadn't spent enough time with him, really, to deduce his mental state, but on the outside there didn't seem to be a flaw in sight. It was amazing, truly.