Lucio's question made Ansel frown slightly as he stared down at him. It wasn't particularly common, but ecstasy had the ability to bring things into hyper focus, and if one wasn't completely open to the experience it could lead to a sense of paranoia and severe anxiety. Although he had never experienced it himself, Ansel had witnessed people who had panic attacks while on ecstasy because they allowed their own negative thoughts to consume them instead of giving into the drug and allowing it to elevate them to a higher consciousness. He hadn't expected Lucio to be so controlling, but perhaps Ansel should have at least considered it, but he had allowed his own excitement to cloud his normally meticulous planning. He had considered the physical effects Lucio might experience but none of the mental ones, believing Lucio to be just as excited about their experimentation as he was. Lucio's question revealed this to clearly be untrue, and while he was disappointed at Lucio's worries, he was more disappointed that he was enough to inspire confidence and calm in Lucio, and he considered it his own personal failure as a boyfriend.<br/><br/>"Come here," Ansel said quietly, pulling Lucio completely into his lap, adjusting the boy's legs so that he was straddling his older lover, their faces directly in front of each other. "Nothing is going to happen," Ansel said firmly, settling his hands onto Lucio's hips. "The pills I get are top quality, and you have taken a minimal amount. You may experience mild discomfort while your body adjusts, but you won't overdose, or have an adverse physical reaction because you simply have not taken enough to do so. What you're experiencing is panic due to your own mental state. Ecstasy enhances everything, sweetness. Typically it is just the good things, but if you focus too much on your fear, or nervousness, or whatever doubt you're currently experiencing, it will enhance that as well and you will have a bad trip. I do not wish that for you. This is supposed to be a fun, wonderful thing for both of us."<br/><br/>Ansel's cock was still partially erect from their make out session, so he took Lucio's hand and slowly moved it over his swim trunks so the boy could feel his thick shaft. To anyone else, perhaps it would have seemed strange or even self-serving for Ansel to try and distract Lucio with sex, but it was the one area where Ansel knew his darling stored all of his confidence. Encouraging Lucio to focus on something he liked, even excelled at, was one of the ways he knew to bring people down from ecstasy influenced panics. Whether Lucio was receptive to this tactic Ansel couldn't predict, but he was hoping their fiery chemistry would be enough to steer Lucio onto the path Ansel wished for him.<br/><br/>"All you need to think about right now is this," Ansel said, moving Lucio's hand up and down the length of his covered member. "Doesn't that feel nice? Don't you want to play, baby, like we planned? You know I would never allow anything bad to happen to you." He pressed a kiss to Lucio's lips, hoping he felt the sincerity in his touch. "Remember my story about the blue hole? About how I gave myself to it willingly? This is your blue hole, Lucio. This is your abyss, and if you give into it, I promise you the experience will be like nothing else. You will feel beautiful and free, like you're floating, and every time we kiss wondrous explosions of pleasure will ignite along your lips.<br/><br/>"I was alone when I dove, darling, but you're not alone. I'm here with you. You will never be have to face the world alone ever again, and if for one second you feel like you're about to stumble, know that I am there holding you, supporting you. Trust in yourself, and trust in me, and you will have nothing to worry about."<br/><br/>As Ansel stared, the gold in Lucio's hair started to become a little shinier, his skin became more supple, the pink of Lucio's lips bloomed. The pill was slowly started to take effect, and Ansel knew that within the next thirty minutes he'd be rolling. He hoped he could settle Lucio by the and get him to focus, otherwise their first trip together wasn't going to be as fun as Ansel had planned.