Lucio let out another soft noise around the man's cock as he felt his hand upon the back of his neck. He kept his eyes trained upwards as he gladly slipped his lips down Ansel’s member gradually, eventually being forced to remove the hand at the base as his lips reached that point. He deep-throated the other with a sort of practiced ease, going so far as to simulate a bit of gagging by constricting his throat, knowing fully well the sort of pleasure that action brought about.<br/><br/>He only pulled back from this pleasurable activity when he heard a sharp rap on the door. Ansel seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself, so he half expected the man to ignore the individual vying for entrance, to simply pretend that he wasn't in his office, and he had to admit that he was thoroughly disappointed when he did the complete opposite. He continued gazing up at the other, taking a brief moment to run his tongue along the tip of his member, finding that he was already craving the taste of the mans precum, and imagining what the taste of his true seed would be. He could only imagine it was heavenly if he was enjoying the precursor this much.<br/><br/>His lips pulled into a slight pout as Ansel reached down, though he leaned into the brief touch, he also allowed himself to be pulled up to his feet, though a soft, sad little sigh escaped his lips as he did so. The kiss that the pair shared then was intense, and Lucio was tempted to clutch onto the other in order for it to extend out by at least a few more seconds, but he chose to show some sort of restraint and he took a slight step back after Ansel pulled away, offering a slight inclination of his head at the man's whispered command. He carefully wiped the corners of his mouth clean with his pointer finger as he settled back into his chair, clearing his throat lightly as he looked towards the door.<br/><br/>He recognized the woman as soon as she walked through the door. It was the beloved girlfriend. He had to bite his tongue to keep himself from sneering as he settled back into the chair, offering the young lady a warm smile. He hadn't recognized her voice, as he'd never gotten close enough to actually hear her speak, but even a gay man had to admit and admire her from afar. He'd seen her and Ansel together plenty of times, and he had to admit they were a stunning pair, the kind that drew the eyes of everybody in the vicinity, Lucio included. But, from what Lucio could gather, she had a personality that one could easily forget . . . it made sense, then, that Ansel would be so eager to find separate company.<br/><br/>He glanced over at the man very briefly as he was addressed, as though silently asking how much he should say, but then he turned back to Petra and offered her a full fledged, million dollar smile. "I am. My name is Lucio Bane, I'm a student in his Abnormal Psychology class," he responded sweetly, standing from the chair and offering her his hand politely. "And I take it that you're Petra, the lovely girlfriend," he murmured charmingly, taking her hand once it was offered in return and delicately pressing his lips to her knuckles before standing straight again. "I must say, you're even more radiant than Doctor Essen has made you out to be," he added softly. He had also found to rather easy to play the stereotypical straight British gentleman. He had made countless amounts of girls swoon in the past, either for his own entertainment or to get himself out of situations such as this, and his charms did not often go unappreciated by women, especially ones such as Petra. He had quickly gathered that she seemed like the vain type, the kind that thrived off of flirtatious compliments and sexually charged energies. It made her an incredibly easy target for this kind of manipulation.