"I'm relaxed," Lio assures him, though given the rising growl in his voice is probably a bit more evidence of his need than actual relaxation. But Galo's lips are a pleasant, delicious distraction, and Lio's hands shifting to settle on either side of his neck, shifting to grip instead at his shoulders when Galo begins to push inside.

"Ga...Galo..." he whimpers, breathless, letting himself be guided down inch by inch until he's fully impaled on Galo's cock. It's slow, maddeningly slow, but it's good, too, even if there's a moment or two where it's almost too much, but even that is good, and Lio lessens his grip at Galo's shoulders.

Instead he leans in to him, running his hands up into his hair, down over his back, through the fabric of his shirt, tugging. "Take this off," he murmurs. "Then mm. I'm ready. Give it to me."