Lucio's teasing was enough to make Ansel chuckle awkwardly, his nails digging into the firm flesh of Lucio's ass. Although it was meant as nothing more than a light joke, Ansel couldn't help but note the trivialization of whatever feelings may be developing between the two. Once again Ansel was forced to remind himself that for Lucio, this was just a job. It was an agreement between two parties and involved a transaction: sex for a passing grade. No matter how Lucio moved for him, no matter how the young man played coy or how many childhood stories they shared between them, the sex, tonight, it was all just a means to an end. Even though it seemed like Lucio was handcrafted just for him, perhaps the truth was much more mundane. "You misunderstand, love," Ansel purred as Lucio wiggled and settled onto his cock. "I care for all of my students. It's a necessary quality in a good teacher."<br/><br/>As Lucio tilted back and exposed his elegant neck, a smile spread across Ansel's face. Without even having to direct, Lucio had naturally positioned himself in the perfect way. Whether it was experience or an innate sense of perception, Ansel didn't care. All that mattered to him in that moment was satisfying his desire and making sure both he and his company enjoyed their time together.<br/><br/>Ansel bucked up his hips and felt Lucio bounce lightly on top of him. Supporting his partner with one hand, Ansel reached up and wrapped his strong fingers around Lucio's pretty throat. He wanted to feel Lucio's blood rushing past his fingertips, to feel every gasp that escaped Lucio's soft lips. The initial squeeze Ansel gave was more than enough to inspire the professor into performing strong, rhythmic thrusts into Lucio.<br/><br/>With each thrust of his hips, Ansel could feel a tightening in his chest, as if Lucio was shoving his hand deep inside and squeezing Ansel's lungs. The feeling was one he had felt only a few times before with specific individuals. It was more than just lust, longing, a desire for a good fuck. Was it just Lucio's look that was causing this change in Ansel? Could it truly be something so cosmetic? Whatever it was, Ansel knew that he wanted to know<i>everything</i>about his lovely Lucio Bane.<br/><br/>But now, thoughts needed to go. There was only the moment, the two men together in that extravagant hotel suite didn't need to focus on anything or anyone other than each other.