Eventually, without too much further thought, Krem collected the young woman to sit on his lap. He spread her thighs wide over his own, hand delved between them to finger her at a luxurious pace as they leaned into each and watched the spectacle in front of them. Krem wasn't sure he had ever been so aroused, watching the way Gannicus's hips moved, how possessively he touched and slapped and made sport of the young man beneath him. He moved his own mouth against the young woman's shoulder and neck, kissing her, biting up filthy points to remind her of this later.

"Touch him," he murmured to her, loud enough that Gannicus would hear his voice. "Touch them. They're beautiful aren't they? They're going to be so lovely when they come on you."