A coy grin made it’s way across Lucio’s statuesque features, and his fingers continued their torturously slow movement down the front of his dress shirt. “Oh darling, you should know well enough that I’m yours.” Lucio stepped in closer, and he heard a soft sigh escape his lovers slightly parted lips. The young man didn’t offer any sort of resistance as Ansel reached out and grabbed a hold of his wrist, pulling his frail body forwards and locking their lips together in a passionate kiss. Lucio hummed softly against his lover’s warm mouth, reveling in the sensation of his deft fingers working their way over his partially clothed abdomen, quickly stripping his skin of the barriers that he’d so rudely placed upon it.<br/><br/>“Well of course, we simply couldn’t have a proper play session with so many barriers hiding me away from you,” he murmured as Ansel slipped his silken boxers down over his hips, promptly ridding him of his last item of clothing. He was instructed to stand still, and he did so without complaint, watching Ansel move over to the bedside table to fetch the expanse of fresh rope Lucio had placed there. There was something about the man’s slow, sure movements that he found incredibly enticing, in fact his mouth even began to water a bit as his eyes followed Ansel’s every move. He was simply divine, and a part of Lucio wanted to toss aside the notions of bondage and torture and pounce on his lover right then and there, but he couldn’t. He’d made a promise to his love about their evening and he planned to abide by it no matter his reservations.<br/><br/>“I’ve not participated in much of any bondage, my love, unless you consider manual restraints from my partners to be a part of the fetish,” he paused and smiled as Ansel commented on the beauty of this specific type of restraint, and he nodded quietly in agreement, “The beauty of the act is ultimately why I decided to pick up the rope. I figured you might be able to appreciate the elegance associated with it.” Lucio’s stance grew to be a bit more erect once again as Ansel moved in behind him and began winding the soft rope about his fragile body.<br/><br/>One knot was fastened at his chest, then two, and Lucio cleared his throat lightly as they rope was pulled taut about him. He reminded himself as anxiety began to greep up from the depths of his psyche that this was Ansel, he’d never do anything that hurt him severely, and he’d never push Lucio further than his comfort levels allowed. These thoughts, which he planned to keep held within him, were drawn out by Ansel as though the professor could read his mind itself. Lucio couldn’t help but soften up at the man’s gentle, comforting words. He loved him, he’d never hurt him, and that sweet reassurance was enough for Lucio to ultimate decide he’d steel himself for the pleasure of his love.<br/><br/>“I’m positive, my love. I’ve been wanting to explore my sexuality more with you, and what better way than to dip a toe into one of your favorite fetishes?” Lucio closed his eyes as the rope was wound about his middle now, fastening his arms down against his sides fully. He was fully at Ansel’s mercy, and while a piece of him delighted in that fact, there was also a gradually growing pit forming within his stomach, threatening to consume him. He pushed it aside, choosing to embrace the delight for now and deal with the utter panic a bit later or, preferably, not at all.