Krem breathed out a sound, half a laugh, half a moan, as he kept up the movement of his hips, the roll and grind. Gannicus's words sank through him, a warming note, a sort of desperation. He smiled down at him, though it was dark, and Krem wasn't sure if the expression was entirely visible.

"Should I have offered to trade?" he asked. "Or would have seeing me get fucked by another man make you intolerably jealous?"