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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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He shakes his head, not thinking that he would like things to be very rough. He's not delicate, but he doesn't find as much enjoyment. "Maybe not too gentle, but I don't think rough will be good," he says, swallowing back the nerves as he stares at the man above him.

"I will find the balance," he promises tone warm, almost gentle. "And trust that you will give voice if I push too far. But first." Gannicus flashes a wicked grin and offers Lito the lubricant. "I would see you make yourself ready."

Lito takes it in hand and leans back on the bed, feeling back in his element. Normally, Hernando does this for himself, but Lito knows what he likes to see and so he begins to make himself ready, spreading his legs wide and using two fingers, then three to do such a thing, moaning with every touch.

And with every passing second, he refuses to break eye contact.

He watches, just as intense in his focus as Lito - though perhaps he breaks eye contact far more frequently, intent on watching his fingers disappear, watching the eager spread of his body. Gannicus eventually gives in, too aching, moment too long delayed.

He moves closer, grabbing a condom. "Are you ready?" he asks, already reaching to pull Lito's hand away.

"Yes," he breathes out, eyes stinging with the tears of wanting this so very badly. It's desperate, he knows, but he just needs to be fucked by another man before his mind can let thoughts of Hernando and their break-up ruin it.

He eases his fingers away, sliding his palm up Gannicus' bare chest. "You are like a god," he praises. "Full of power and strength and beauty."

Gannicus chuckles, because it isn't the first time someone's compared him to a god. Granted, he used to hear it for a very, very different reason. "There are some that would say my ego does not need so much bolstering," he quips, grinning as he leans to kiss Lito. "We will fuck like gods," he promises.

He lightly smacks Lito's thigh as he eases back. "Turn over." There is something to be said for fucking face to face, but he knows he can get more power, a better angle, with Lito on his knees.

They can always change position.

"Yes, but we are about to fuck. Your ego needs bolstering at just this moment," Lito insists, because someone who is sure of themselves fucks so much better than someone who is wary and insecure. He turns in order to dig his knees into the bed, stretching out his back so it's a long, sinuous thing as he grips the pillows with his hand.

"Go on, then. Fuck me into a god," he prods.

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