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A Hard Pill to Swallow

Summary:

Galo likes Lio. Lio likes Galo. Lio likes teasing Galo. Galo likes taking a bunch of pills without reading the warning label.

Or, a love story in two very horny parts.

Notes:

wow it's been a while!
Here is my submission for the Galolio Cumzine! It got a bit out of control length wise so I ended up breaking it into two parts. It's very silly and horny and I hope you enjoy it.
Also big thank you to Amber and Serotoninshift for helping edit and to Octo for coming up with a much better title than the original one.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: A Hard Pill to Swallow

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This story, like many, starts in a bar and ends at the hospital. However, just not on the same night.

Three months, one week, three days, and 14 hours past the end of the world, the crew of Burning Rescue 3 finds themselves seated at a noisy, crowded local bar, blowing off steam for the first night in what felt like forever. They had been helping rebuild and clear the rubble in the wake of the Parnassus crashing right into the center of the city. It was exhausting work, to say the least.

They’re all sitting in a large corner booth, crammed together and joined by Lio, Meis, and Guiera. The ex-Mad Burnish trio found themselves invited to work with Burning Rescue, restoring the city and reintegrating all of the displaced former Burnish. It was admittedly a little weird for the group of firefighters to be working with the ex-arsonists, but Lio and Galo had made a promise to clean up the city together, so here they all were. And besides, after a hard day of work and a few drinks, there were hardly any tensions between the two groups to speak of.

Well, maybe there was one.

Galo is six beers in and can not, for the life of him, stop staring at Lio, who is sitting across the table drinking, smiling, and just generally having a good time talking with his former generals and Lucia. Since their souls combined inside Galo de Lion, the little spark of something that Galo carried in his heart for Lio had been stoked into a full-blown blaze as they spent more time together. And his impulsive decision to have Lio move in with him only inflamed the issue.

But having feelings for Lio wasn’t necessarily the problem. It was that Galo could not bring himself to confess them. How could he? Lio was so busy, not only working to help rebuild the city, but also being a leader for his people. He worked tirelessly day after day, organizing memorial services, filling out housing applications, court dates, attending government meetings. It never ended! But Galo didn’t know how to help him. He wasn’t a Burnish. He could only understand and help so much.

So he kept his feelings to himself, shoved deep down inside, so Lio would have one less thing to deal with. But Galo, being a loud, boisterous, wear-your-heart-on-your-sleeve kinda guy, didn’t know how to deal with squashing his emotions down, so he threw himself into work. Running himself ragged was the easiest way to turn his brain away from all his wandering thoughts of Lio. The booze sort of helped too.

But his alcohol-soaked brain was telling him he could just look. No harm in that, right? Just beautiful, fiery, very-sexy-in-leather Lio—

“Hey! Earth to Galo, you okay there, buddy?” Varys shakes his shoulder lightly, but Galo can still feel his brain rattling. “You kinda spaced out there for a minute, yeah?”

“H-huh? What, yeah, I’m fine. Just, uh, kinda tired is all,” Galo stammers as he downs the rest of his drink, futilely trying to hide the fact he had been staring.

“Haha, yeah man! I saw you on the weight bench this morning! You were going at it like crazy.” Varys jovially slaps him on the back and Galo nearly spits his beer out from the impact. “Anyone would be tired after that. You looking to get ripped or something? Because there’s supplements and shakes to help with that, you know.”

Truth be told, Galo was not at the gym this morning because he was looking to get gains. No, he spent a good chunk of his morning shift at the station gym because he could hardly stand to be around Lio without his head filling up with all sorts of dirty thoughts. All he wanted to do was have his morning coffee in the breakroom, but instead he found the smaller man bent over, ass out, in front of the table examining some blueprints. His tight leather pants left little to the imagination, so Galo quickly noped! out of the room and practically sprinted toward the gym, where he spent his morning trying not to remember how good Lio looked bent over a table. Needless to say, Galo has to lie his way out of this situation immediately.

“H-haha, yeah! How’d you know? I gotta stay on top of things if I want to keep being the number one firefighter! Can’t be getting sloppy now. You got some, uh…suggestions?”   

“You know, if you’re feeling tired you could just actually bother using your personal days, Thymos,” Remi butts in. “Need I remind you that those don’t roll over next year? So use them. I shouldn’t have to tell you that working yourself to exhaustion isn’t just bad for you, but for the whole team.”

“Aw, don’t be like that, Remi! You heard him. He just needs a little extra boost. Now listen Galo, a friend of my has been using this one protein powder that he swears by and—” 

Galo is only half-listening to Varys as Lio turns to look at him with a smile. Immediately, Galo’s heart is thumping away in his chest and his face feels warm in a way that makes him think it’s not the alcohol.

“Well, I’m beat. You look tired too. You ready to head home?” Lio asks, tipping the rest of his drink back.

Home? With Lio? Yeah, that sounded perfect. “Sure, ready when you are.”

They both give their goodbyes and then Lio is pulling him by the wrist and dragging him out of the bar. Now that he’s standing and trying to walk, Galo is suddenly feeling the effects of the alcohol more than he was a few minutes ago. The ex-Burnish leader seems a bit unsteady on his legs as well, so Galo throws an arm across Lio’s shoulders as they amble their way in the general direction of home, all the while trying not to think about how Lio smells like roses.

It doesn’t take long before they’ve managed to stumble their way back to the apartment complex and make it safely inside (but only after Galo drunkenly fumbles the keys for five minutes as Lio laughs at him). Galo immediately collapses on the sofa as he feels both the alcohol and the exhaustion catch up to him all at once. He can hear Lio move about in the kitchen, opening cabinets and clinking glasses. Galo opens his eyes again as he feels Lio looming over him, a glass of water in hand.

“C’mon, drink this,” Lio plies, “or else you’re going to feel like shit in the morning. How are you going to be the universe’s number one firefighting idiot if you’re hungover at work tomorrow?”

“Pshhh! Puh-leaaaase! I will be fine,” Galo insists as he takes the glass and downs it. “A little headache isn’t going to extinguish my burning soul!”

“Uh-huh.” That really didn’t sound like a vote of confidence on Lio’s part. “Well, don’t fall asleep here. Go sleep in your bed.”

Galo truly doesn’t like the idea of falling asleep on the couch, especially when his bed is so close and much more comfy. However, the alcohol catches up to him as he stands, and he finds himself sinking down to the floor with the rush of blood to his head.

Lio doesn’t even move to catch him, just sort of watches him collapse face first to the floor, completely unimpressed. Instead he nudges Galo’s torso with his foot. “You gonna stay here all night?”

“Fuck you,” Galo mouths into the carpet. Lio just chuckles at him. 

“Fine. Here, let me help you.” Lio finally moves to help him, supporting his weight as the two make their way to Galo’s room. Once inside, Lio helps Galo sit on his bed, putting a couple of painkillers on his night stand to take in the morning. “You need anything else from me? Otherwise I’m going to my room.”

“Nahhh, I’m good,” Galo responds as he animatedly chucks his work boots off before giving Lio a cheesy smile. “Not unless you wanna tuck me in.”

Lio raises an eyebrow at him before crossing the room again, taking Galo by his shoulders, and shoving him down against the bed. Immediately Galo’s heart is in his throat and thudding in his ears. 

“You want a bedtime story and a goodnight kiss, too?”

There’s a hungry look in Lio’s eyes that Galo, if he was less drunk, might have realized was directed at him. Instead, Galo awkwardly panics, laughing it off. “H-ha, nah! I-I’m good. I’m sure you got lots of good stories, but, uhh… I’m just gonna sleep now. Thanks for putting up with me tonight. You’re a really good friend, you know?”  

Suddenly the ravenous look in Lio’s eyes is gone and replaced with something that Galo seems to think looks… sadder? But just as quickly, it’s gone and Lio’s ice cool demeanor is back in place. Lio makes to leave, only turning around to flip the light switch.

“Yeah, Galo, you too. Good night,” he says quietly before shutting the door behind him.

Galo is left in silence, partially stunned as he tries to make sense of what just happened. He strips off the rest of his clothes for bed but is suddenly feeling a lot more awake than before. He lies awake in bed trying to get his mind and heart to quiet down, but all he can think about is Lio. It’s been three months since the crash and still neither of them has talked about their CPR “kiss,” but Galo thinks about it. A lot. Does Lio even remember it or know what happened? Galo can still faintly recall how soft and perfect Lio’s lips felt against his, even in that moment of desperation

Then there’s the other weird memories his boozy brain is supplying him with: Lio wearing nothing but one of Galo’s oversized t-shirts; Lio coming out of the bathroom, dripping wet in just a towel; Lio licking whipped cream off of his fingers as if he knew Galo was watching. He’s glad Lio feels comfortable around him, but Galo can’t help thinking it’s all a little weird. Either that or the universe has a funny way of torturing him.

The last thing he wants to do tonight is jerk off thinking about his best friend (and crush, again ). He wishes he knew how to confront Lio with his feelings, but just doesn’t feel like it’s the right time to do so. Still, he can’t seem to fall asleep now, so he grabs his phone as a distraction. He hazily flips through some sites before he vaguely remembers he was going to try those energy-boosting supplements that Varys mentioned. He can’t recall what they were called, so he blearily types some keywords into the search bar and hopes for the best. He’s finally falling asleep and he can barely read, but thinks he’s found the right one. He hits “order” and tells himself it’s a gift for future Galo.

*~*~*~*

The next morning he has no memory of his purchase, just a vague recollection of sad, violet eyes and a skull-splitting headache.

*~*~*~*

It comes as a complete surprise to Galo when, three-to-five business days later, a very discrete package addressed to him arrives at his front door. He’s already in a rush to head to work, so he rips open the package to find a bottle of what look like supplements with a very strange name and realizes, Oh! These must be a gift from drunk Galo. So he pockets the bottle as he rushes out the door.

For his shift today, he’s on call in the morning and helping out with the construction in the evening. However, two hours into the shift, nothing has happened. Galo is antsy and needs something to do. Normally he’d go bother Lio or Lucia, but Lio is busy locked in the back room he called an office and Lucia is out running an errand for parts. Bored and with nothing better to do, Galo heads for the gym.

He changes into his workout gear in the locker room before remembering the bottle he received. He pops the cap off and sees “Take two…” and doesn’t bother reading the rest. 

“Hmm... If I take four maybe it will work twice as fast?” Galo reasons as he swallows the double dose of pills down with a water chaser and heads in to do some stretches.

Galo is working up a good sweat on the pec deck machine when Lio casually strides into the empty gym, looking downright delectable in skintight black leggings and a loose fitted cropped tank.

“Oh, here you are. I wondered where you disappeared to,” Lio comments as he casually tucks a strand of blond hair behind his ear. “Mind if I join you?”

Galo knows his face must be red from the sight of Lio, but he hopes Lio thinks it’s just from the exertion. “Sure! You know I love a good challenge. Want to see who can do the most pull ups? Run the fastest mile? Or I could spot you on the weight bench if you want.”

“Hm? Tempting, but no. I actually came down here to practice some yoga,” Lio hums as he unrolls the mat he brought down with him in front of the floor mirror that’s across the room. “I find that it’s been very helpful with relieving my stress.”

“Huh? Oh, sure! That’s cool. Didn’t know you did yoga.”

Galo tries to go back to what he’s doing, but he can’t help but peek over at Lio as he starts with some light stretching before moving on to some poses. They start simple—ones that even Galo recognizes despite knowing next to nothing about the practice—but eventually the forms start to get a little more provocative, to the point that Galo has to wonder if Lio is even doing proper yoga anymore.

And because Lio can see him in the reflection of the mirror, Galo gets caught staring.

“Is something the matter, Galo?” Lio is half laying on the ground with his ass in the air and his legs nearly behind his ears, and Galo can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“Uhhh, no! Just, uhhh, didn’t know you were so… bendy…” Galo swallows loudly and feels a rush of heat straight to his groin as his brain supplies him with a dozen different scenarios of how that flexibility could be put to very good use.

“Oh yes, being on the run for most of your life certainly has its ways of keeping you limber.” Lio brings his legs down before rolling onto his front, spreading his legs and pushing his ass into the air, giving Galo a very clear view of how little was left to the imagination in those spandex leggings. “And even though that part of my life is over, being flexible certainly has its benefits, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I… I, uhhh…”

Suddenly Galo feels something hit his system in a way that just isn’t normal. It feels like his burning soul has gone straight into overdrive. He can feel his heartbeat quicken tremendously and his whole body is suddenly way too hot. All he can think about is tearing off Lio’s clothes, bending his legs over his head, and fucking him into that godforsaken mirror. And to his horror, Galo realizes he’s painfully rock hard in his gym shorts. 

“I… uhh… gotta go! I just remember something I had to do. Bye!” And then he’s running out the door and into the locker room, leaving a very confused Lio in his wake.

He throws his work clothes back on in record time, all the while wondering, What the hell is going on with my dick? He wasn’t some dumb, horny teenager, so why did he pop a boner all of a sudden? And, better question: why wasn’t it going down?

“Galo, are you sure you’re alright?” He hears Lio call after him, but Galo is already sprinting for the locker room exit. 

Galo is grateful as he manages to avoid bumping into anyone, doing his best to locate the men’s room while running with an awkward boner. Once inside, he splashes his too warm face with cold water and mentally yells, WHY!? at his dick. What is he supposed to do? He tries his usual trick of thinking of very unsexy things to kill his boner, but that doesn’t seem to be working right now.

He hears a knock on the door outside and the sound of Lio’s muffled voice echoes through. “Galo? Are you in there? Are you feeling okay? What’s wrong?”

“Uh, don’t worry about it!” Galo panics and double-checks to make sure the door is locked. “I just have… diarrhea!” Brilliant. 

Lio doesn’t seem to have a response for that, but Galo hears footsteps walking away, so he figures that terrible excuse got rid of him for now. Galo wonders how much time he can reasonably kill hiding out in the bathroom like this., He doesn’t have a good plan to deal with this situation, except for maybe climbing out the window and awkwardly running home so he doesn’t have to look anyone in the eye. 

For the first time in his life, having a big dick seems to be working against Galo’s favor as the hard length pushes against the material of his work pants, creating an obvious tent in the crotch. Maybe if he just found somewhere to sit, he could drape something over his lap and pretend like it wasn’t happening until it went away on its own. It’s really hard to come up with a better plan when all he can think about is how painfully hard he is and stupid, sexy, bendy Lio.

He waits about 20 minutes, but he knows other people will need to use the bathroom soon. He’d rather not bump into anyone on the way out, so, making sure the coast is clear, Galo ducks out of the bathroom, intent on finding someplace quiet to hide and wait this whole thing out.

Luck seems to be on his side today as he doesn’t run into anyone immediately. He figures he can go hide out in his usual napping spot in the Burning Rescue truck, which seems like a good option, except the garage is on the other side of the building. That definitely dampens his chances of making it there undetected. He almost makes it there, though, until he hears voices coming down the hallway, so, acting quickly, he ducks into the breakroom.

Which is exactly where his luck runs out.

“Oh, there you are, Galo. You feeling better? Your face is really red.” 

FUCK.

“I-I… uh…”

“You’ve been acting weird all morning. Are you avoiding me?” Lio is getting very suspicious, but thankfully hasn’t looked down yet. 

The voices of Aina and Lucia are steadily getting closer, and Galo realizes he’s stuck between a rock and a hard place (or more specifically, his boner). His last working brain cell helpfully reminds him that if Lucia and Aina find out about his problem he will never live it down. Making a split-second decision, he takes his chances and grabs Lio by the wrist, pulling him into the small storage closet on the side of the room.

He quickly shuts the door behind him and claps a hand over a very bewildered Lio’s mouth. It seems like Lio has the good sense to understand that they’re hiding for some reason, so he allows himself to be pulled to the back by a very panicked-looking Galo.

After a moment, Lio pulls Galo’s hand away and angrily whispers, “Galo Thymos, what the hell has gotten into you today?!”

Galo quickly puts his hand back over Lio’s mouth and shushes him. The sounds of Lucia and Aina entering the breakroom seep in under the door of the supply closet and Galo holds his breath and prays that they leave soon. 

“Hey, wasn’t Lio in here a minute ago?” Lucia’s nasally voice questions.

Yeah, and I thought I heard Galo too. That’s weird. I wonder where they went?” Aina’s shadow passes over the crack underneath the door. Galo goes stock still with his back pressed against the adjacent wall, realizing he doesn’t want to answer any awkward questions about why the two of them are hiding in a closet together. 

Maybe they’re in here?” The doorknob rattles slightly and Galo instinctually pulls Lio closer in a fruitless attempt to shield him from sight with his body, holding him so close that there isn’t a breath of space left between them.

“What? Why would they be in the closet?” Lucia’s voice cuts through the tension. “I mean a physical closet. The metaphorical one is another matter entirely with those two.” 

They hear Aina let out a laugh and, thankfully, she lets go of the doorknob, “Lu! Oh my god, you’re terrible! Those two idiots are still dancing around each other, aren’t they?”

This day could not get any worse for Galo; he’s stuck in a closet with a raging boner and the man of his dreams pressed up against him, and now his two of his closest friends are gossiping about his very well-hidden, very secret feelings for Lio! How could fate be so cruel?

Chyeah, as far as I know. Something’s gotta give eventually though. I got a good feeling about it.” And just as Galo is ready for the floor to open up and swallow him whole, luck decides to smile upon him once more. “Ai, c’mon, I wanna go get lunch at that new Korean place down the block.”

“Yeah! Let’s go. I’m starving.” They hear a door close as the room goes silent once again, save for the sounds of their shallow, nervous breathing.

There’s only a little bit of natural light coming in through a window that overlooks the wall of another building, but Galo can see Lio’s face twisted in confusion.

“Galo,” he hisses angrily, “why the hell are we hiding in a closet and what the hell is poking me in the stom-” Lio cuts off there as he looks down and finally sees the tent Galo is been pitching in his work pants. The slow dawn of realization washes over his face.

“Oh.”

The pregnant pause that follows is so heavy and full of tension that Galo swears for a moment the revelation might have broken reality itself. Alas, he wasn’t getting off that easily. 

“Galo,” Lio says in a deep voice that is eerily calm, “why the fuck do you have an erect-” Lio gets cut off again as Galo puts his hand over his mouth and shushs him.

“I don’t know!” Galo whispers in a wide-eyed panic. “I took some pills earlier and then I started feeling all hot and weird and then next thing I know, I have a boner that won’t go down!”

Lio blinks slowly as he tries to absorb all of the information he’s just been given. Finally, he pulls Galo’s hand away and speaks slowly. “Is this the reason why you’ve been acting like a crazy person and avoiding me all morning?”

“...Yes?” Galo admits, embarrassed, as he tries to turn his face from Lio’s prying eyes.

The smaller man goes quiet for a second and Galo swears he hears his breath hitch before Lio calmly says, in a deep, dark voice that sends shivers up Galo’s spine, “Then would you like me to help you with that?”

Galo can’t believe his ears. “As in…”

“Yes.” And Galo’s heart damn near explodes at the sultry look in Lio’s eyes.

“O-okay, y-yeah… But only if you really want to.” A gloved palm presses against his chest until his back hits the wall as Lio nestles himself into the crook of Galo’s arm, letting his head rest against a broad shoulder.

“I wouldn’t offer otherwise,” Lio says resolutely as his deft fingers make quick work of the button and fly on Galo’s pants. The utility harness keeps the pants from falling down, but because he decided to go commando today the bulbous head of his cock pokes through past the zipper. Lio gives him one last look to ask Are you sure? and Galo nods back, almost in disbelief that this was even happening, before Lio’s gloved hand wraps around his swollen length.

Galo can’t help but groan loudly into his fist as his whole cock twitches against Lio’s tight grasp. His dick is flushed a deep, veiny red and seems strangely thicker than normal, but none of that matters because the sight of Lio’s small fist barely managing to make his fingers touch around it might just be the hottest thing Galo’s ever seen.

And when Lio starts to move that hand, Galo is pretty sure his brain turns to pudding. The texture of the smooth leather is like nothing he’s ever felt before as Lio’s hand makes long, slow strokes from the base all the way back up to the tip, where his fingers lightly graze over the slit. Galo gives a shaky groan, a roaring inferno building in his gut as he watches Lio tease him.

“Feel good?” Galo hears mumbled against his shoulder. He tears his eyes away, surprised to see that Lio is not totally unaffected by their unusual situation. He’s hazy-eyed and panting more than a little, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. In that moment, Galo wants nothing more than to grab him by the chin and kiss him long and hard, but is unsure if he should, so he snakes an arm around his waist and pulls him closer instead.

“Y-yeah… more… harder,” Galo groans and throws his head back as Lio strokes him faster. His hips jerk in rhythm with the movement, stoking that heat higher and higher. He’s too turned on to last much longer Lio touching him combined with whatever is in his system is driving him crazy. Lio is so close and he smells so good and Galo doesn’t even notice himself leaning his head against Lio’s as he drunkenly moans out, “Lio, Lio, Lio.”

Suddenly Lio comes to a dead stop and Galo thinks, Oh shit shit shit, I fucked up. He hears Lio let out a shaky exhale next to him before sinking to his knees. Before Galo’s brain can catch up to his mouth, Lio shushes him sternly, licking his lips at the sight of Galo’s heavy, weeping cock.

“I just really want to suck you off.”

Galo can’t get the words out fast enough. 

“Y-yes! Oh, god, please.” Though he can’t help but wonder if they skipped a couple of steps getting to this point. “But, wait, the gym, I haven’t showered…”

“I don’t care. Just don’t make any noise,” Lio smirks before giving Galo’s cock a fat lick up from the base all the way to the head. Galo has to bite his fist to keep from groaning loudly as he watches Lio brazenly lap away the beads of precum dripping from the slit. And if he was worked up before, Galo nearly comes then and there as Lio looks him straight in the eye and sucks the head between his lips. 

“Y-You know…” Galo stammers out as his brain blue screens, “I’ve had dreams like this…”

Lio stops for a moment and pulls off with an audible pop.  

“Me too,” he admits as he runs his tongue along the thick vein on the underside, “but usually you’re the one on your knees.” 

Galo’s jaw drops at that earth-shattering revelation before his swollen length starts disappearing again, inch by inch, into Lio’s small, incredibly hot mouth. Soon the only noises filling the room are Galo’s stifled moans and the lewd, sloppy sucking of Lio swallowing around him.

“Mhmn… Li-Lio… ohhh… so c-close.” Lio picks up the pace, bobbing his head up and down, each pump bringing him closer and closer to the base as he works Galo into his throat. Lio’s hands find purchase in the utility harness at Galo’s hips and he pulls on them like reins, dragging Galo forward until Lio’s nose is brushing against a mound of dark pubes.    

The blazing heat and the tightness around Galo’s cock is so overwhelming that his eyes screw shut as he tries to catch his breath. Lio is showing no signs of letting up as he moans around him. A surge of pleasure shoots all the way from the base of his spine down to his toes. 

“Mmmfm… Gawwo,” Lio whimpers around his dick.

Galo looks down and sees Lio looking completely debauched beyond his wildest dreams; eyes blissed out and flecked with tears, rosy cheeks, and swollen lips drooling around his girth. 

“F-fuck, Lio!” Galo groans as his orgasm hits him like a freight train and he spills down Lio’s throat. He cock slips free from Lio’s lips, but Galo is still coming in heavy spurts that splash thick, hot ropes of cum across Lio’s face and lips.

Lio swallows what he can before pulling away with a wet, sputtering cough. He looks absolutely stunned at the amount of jizz that just came out of the man in front of him.

“Is… Is that normal for you? Christ, Galo.”

Galo, for his part, is just as shocked. “No? Oh, jeez, let me help you with that.”

Completely missing the box of paper towels on the shelf, Galo tucks himself back in and strips off his shirt, using that to clean the mess off of Lio’s face before stuffing the soiled garment into his pocket when Lio seems presentable enough.

“Uh, sorry about that last part,” Galo starts awkwardly, scrubbing a hand through his hair. “Thanks, for uh, helping with that… You’re really, really good at that, uhhh… Can I… Do you want—”

Lio stands up and brushes himself off, looking rather amused at Galo bumbling over himself after getting his brains sucked out through his dick in a supply closet. “I think you and I need to have a serious talk when we get home tonight. And then afterwards, I would love if you wanted to return the favor.” Lio grabs Galo by the strap of his medi-sleeve, pulls him down, and plants a bruising kiss right on his lips before turning for the door.

“Okay, yeah, great, awesome.” Galo feels deliriously happy as Lio’s words further stoke the inferno in his groin. “Just, uh...one, little, teeny, tiny problem.”

“Yeah? What is it?” Lio quirks an eyebrow at him.

Galo grabs Lio’s hand and guides it back over to his crotch. Even after the intense orgasm, he’s still rock hard and straining against the confines of his uniform pants.

“I don’t think that was enough…”