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There is a certain trouble, now that Lito finds himself out in the world as he truly is. The trouble is that he has nothing to hide behind. While he does not feel ready to move on and find love, he is aching for physical touch since Will has vanished and he doesn't have to lie anymore. The problem is that he spent so long lying that he hadn't given himself any possibility of finding someone to help with this.

So he's gone back to the club and waits at the bar for someone who looks like they wouldn't mind going a few rounds with him. He's also trying to look for someone who doesn't look like they'd mind a kiss or a touch, maybe even pinning him down and holding him.

Lito sighs when his search doesn't seem to lead him to anything, but the night is young. "Another drink," he orders, bolstering his optimism. He will find someone. He will.

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"Yes, please," Lito nearly begs, because he would do anything in order to spare those thoughts from his mind, and not have it be alcohol that does it -- he can't keep enduring the headaches the morning after. "You say whatever you like, whatever you want, and I will try and give it to you."

Gannicus lifts an eyebrow as he starts down the sidewalk, making sure Lito keeps pace. "I am one for mutual pleasure, and flexible in the finding of it. What do you like? Or what won't you do, if the list is shorter?"

"Protection," is all Lito says, because he's had many adventures in bed that have left him very adventurous and he doesn't think that he would shy away from anything, at this point. Except this. "Whoever is on top, inside, must wear protection."

"I have plenty," he assures. Between Hild and Krem, its importance had been made clear, so now he kept well stocked. He took them around the park rather than through it - it didn't make that much difference, but he knows it to be safer, well-lit. When they neared his building, Gannicus found his keys; they didn't have to go up far, just one flight of stairs.

"Would you have more drink? I have a good stock of wine, I think some vodka."

"Wine would be nice," Lito agrees, thinking that though the tequila is burning and gives him courage, he could always use more. Performance has never been an issue for him and he is nowhere near drunk enough that he would black out during this.

Gannicus lets them into his apartment and closes the door after Lito is in. He does the bottom lock, just for privacy, then heads into the kitchen. He empties his pockets onto the counter - keys, phone, wallet - then starts picking through his wine selection. He gets down two glasses - they are actual glass but they don't have stems. Gannicus prefers it that way.

"Red or white?" he asks, almost belatedly.

"Red," he says, thinking that the spice of it will warm him stomach the way a stronger liquor might, and might deceive him into having the liquid courage he needs. "Or whatever you like," he adds belatedly, thinking he should be a better guest.

"Red," he agrees, grinning at Lito. He pours them each a generous glass - there are no small servings in his home. Gannicus offers one of the glasses to him, then leans on the counter. "Tell me what you like, Lito."

If tonight is about helping him forget, he would make sure to do so in ways Lito liked most.

Lito takes the glass from him and toasts with it before drinking it down in one go. With that courage behind him, he reaches out to slide his palm over Gannicus' neck, tugging him towards him for a kiss. He might be anxious and nervous, but he's one of Mexico's hottest kissers and he intends to let that show.

Gannicus lifts his eyebrows when Lito just downs the glass. He doesn't have much time to think about it, finding himself pulled into a kiss. He leans to meet it and his free hand grips the back of Lito's neck, holding him to it. It is a kiss worth lingering over, and he seems intent on chasing the taste of wine on Lito's tongue.

When he pulls back, it is only to down a significant part of his glass. Then he sets it down and his other hand guides them into another kiss, slick and eager and promising.

Lito rubs a hand up and down the side of Gannicus' hip as he leans in for more of that kiss, eager for the taste of that red wine from his lips. It's heady and intoxicating and it makes him dizzy, which makes him realize that he's been missing out on human contact for far, far too long.

Gannicus pulls Lito tight against him, hand pressing firmly to the small of his back while the other stayed at his jaw. When they parted to breathe, he grinned. "Bedroom?"

It's either that or risk friction burn from the rug in the living room - which Gannicus is perfectly fine with.

"Mm, yes," he agrees with a throaty in his voice that sounds very appealing to his own ears. He shifts back to allow Gannicus to lead them there, enjoying taking the passive role in this case. "Wherever you wish to lead me, I go."

Gannicus shakes his head and pulls Lito from the kitchen, toward his bedroom. He leads him with a few promising kisses, lingering in the hall for just a moment. If they're going to do this, and Lito wants protection, bedroom would be easiest.

He grins as he backs toward the bed, pulling Lito by his shirt. "Do you fuck yourself, Lito?" he asks, intent on answer.

In many ways, yes. He has done so to his love life, to his career, to his friends. In a literal way, there have been times in which desperate times has called for desperate measures and a few fingers or a prop has had to help him. "I had a boyfriend, at home. I didn't often have to."

"He never watched you? Privilege wasted." He grins and kisses Lito again; Gannicus wouldn't have called it a desperate measure to enjoy oneself, with or without a partner. He nudges Lito toward the bed - with some distance between them, he peels off his shirt. "Would you do it for me?"

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"I brought myself off with my hand," he clarifies, wondering if it's just technicality that they're arguing about. He shivers, a little, and nods as he walks towards the bed, taking the time to watch the man he's about to have sex with. It won't be Hernando, but it will be something true.

It will be something he wants and not a lie. "I'll prepare myself for you," he agrees.

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Gannicus isn't sure that's quite the same, but he's also not interested in arguing semantics. He continues undressing, entirely at ease with his nakedness. When the last shred of fabric hits the floor, he lifts an eyebrow at Lito and grins. "You are falling behind," he teases, reaching to work Lito's pants open.

Lito wriggles a little and props himself up on his elbows. "Am I? Or are you just doing such a good job that I don't need to help you at all?" he points out with a raised brow. He slides a hand on top of Gannicus' to push to the bulge in his pants, hips hitching upwards. "Such a very good job."

He grins and offers more pressure for Lito to rub against. Gannicus leans over him, catching him in a firm, seeking kiss. He frees his hand long enough yank Lito's pants down - along with anything underneath them. "Be careful," he teases, voice heavy. "I have been known to tear clothes in haste."

Much to at least one partner's annoyance.

"These are ten dollars," Lito says, with the air of a spoiled man who's more used to wear ten times that value to cover himself. "Rip what you want," he challenges as he presses his hand a little harder, never letting his gaze drift away.

Gannicus chuckles and pushes the clothes out of his way, careful rather than ripping. "Then you would have nothing to go home in," he says with a smirk, eyes bright with amusement. He gets Lito's shirt up, then off, and leans in for a kiss once it's on the floor. His hand wrapped around Lito's cock, stroking slowly. "And while the neighbors would hardly complain at view, I imagine it might be uncomfortable."

"I have been in worse scandals," Lito assures, feeling his heart begin to beat much faster as he leans in for the kiss and the touch, unable to help his needy sounding moan. It's been so long since someone has done this for him and longer since it's been the right type of hand. "Don't stop," he pleads.

"I had no mind to," he assures, leaning low over Lito. He plucked another kiss from his lips, like he could taste his moan. Gannicus pulls away just for a moment, leaning past Lito to get into the nightstand, to find condom and lube. He doesn't want to have to look for them later.

Once he sees them, Lito wants to grab for them and prepare himself in order to get the fucking faster, but he knows that's his desperation speaking. He orders his brain to calm and be patient, thinking that Gannicus has his own plans. "Do you prefer to top from above? Or below?"