Lucio grinned as Ansel concurred with his plan and he gladly returned the mans gentle kiss. When Ansel climbed off of him and stood from the bed Lucio sat up and began scooting over towards the edge. He gasped sharply when Ansel suddenly lifted him up with little to no effort on his part and then Lucio began to laugh softly. "You know, love, sometimes you make me feel like merely a child," he commented as Ansel toted him downstairs. Lucio didn't complain or protest, however, he slid his hand over Ansel's heart and rested his head on his shoulder, closing his eyes and relaxing as they descended down into the kitchen.<br/><br/>There was something so pleasurable about being reminded that he was truly at Ansel's mercy. There was nothing he could do to really protest Ansel moving and contorting him in whatever way he wished. Having that physical vulnerability held over his head, yet finding that he somehow trusted this man enough to allow it, caused the boy to be quite content. It was also part of the reason that Ansel was able to arouse him so thoroughly; the idea that he was this man's submissive, and yet also his equal, was most certainly enough to rev Lucio's engines.<br/><br/>When the boy was finally set upon his feet he smiled warmly over at him. It was a genuine smile, a rare type for Lucio, one that made his eyes crinkle at the corners and squint up just a bit. It was precious, to say the least, on such an emotionally reserved young man. There wasn't a particular reason for the smile to arise at that moment, aside from the fact that being here with Ansel after living without for a few days just made him so fucking happy.<br/><br/>"Well, you can start in the freezer, there must be some sort of . . . Well, something in there," he commented before he began heading towards the pantry to see what they had. He paused at the man’s question and pursed his lips thoughtfully, his brow furrowing. "Advil . . . Well, if we had anything of the sort it'd be in the cabinet just the beside the fridge. I believe we might have Tylenol," he instructed before turning and heading into the pantry whilst leaving his darling to search. He emerged a few minutes later with a few small spoils: A bag of dehydrated apples, a bag of walnuts, and a jar of peanut butter. He figured they could make some kind of little meal out of it all. "Find anything, darling?" he queried as he laid out his treasures upon the countertop.