Lucio wouldn’t have considered himself an anxious person, really. He’d never been one to grow nervous at the prospect of much of anything, but then again as he sat there and pondered he realized he never really allowed himself into many situations where he was out of control. Despite the fact that he was, by basic definition, a submissive, he always had the upper hand in his relations, in the situations he put himself in. He was in familiar territory a vast majority of time, doing something he was good at, with people whom he held a particularly strong amount of power over. The men he slept with had their jobs and stake were something to slip from Lucio’s lips about their relations, so more often than not despite the fact that he was the one getting fucked in the grand scheme of things he was the dominant, the one with the upper hand. Now, he was realizing, he’d done something that placed him into a situation that was completely out of his hands. It made him distinctly uncomfortable and, admittedly, very anxious; he disliked both of those feelings quite a bit.<br/><br/>He tried to shove the thoughts of vulnerability from his mind as he took ahold of the offered bottle and brought it up to his eager lips, which he hadn’t even noticed were beginning to feel rather dry despite the saliva that thickly coated them. He swallowed down a few big gulps of the refreshing liquid before deciding that he was sated for the time being. He handed the bottle slowly back to Ansel and began to look around, his brow furrowing slightly as he tried to decipher if anything looked particularly different than how he remembered it all looking normally. He decided that his senses hadn’t been particularly heightened yet, aside from his sense of self perhaps. He didn’t know if it was the pill or his anxiety but he almost felt as though he could feel his blood coursing through his veins with each particularly jarring thump of his heart. He could feel the hair on his arms raising up slightly as a gentle breeze buffeting his half naked body, and he could feel his lungs expand and contract with each inhale and exhale. Everything going on within him was felt acutely, and he wasn’t sure he liked it.<br/><br/>Lucio nodded slowly as Ansel commented on his potential need for sunglasses as he gladly leaned into the man’s touch, breathing in deeply and closing his eyes briefly. When he opened them again he lifted his gaze up onto Ansel, a vaguely uncomfortable expression having taken over his features. “Maybe I shouldn’t have taken the pill, Ansel. What if something happens? What if I have a bad reaction, or too strong of a reaction?” He whispered, momentarily letting his anxieties consume him as he carefully clambered into Ansel’s lap.<br/><br/>He wasn’t sure if it was normal for first time users to feel this sort of anxiety, if it was a product of the pill or a product of his own controlling nature, but he did know that he didn’t like it. He knew that in the end it’d be best for him to simply sit back, relax, and succumb to the pill and to Ansel’s promises that it’d be a pleasant experience but he didn’t feel like he could. The boys heart was beating ever faster and he could feel himself started to perspire slightly as he sat there in Ansel’s lap. His eyes were wide and his pupils began to gradually dilate in response to the drug that was beginning to course through his system, it’s trek through his bloodstream being streamlined by the rapid pounding of his poor heart.