Gannicus pictured it for a moment and it drove a low moan from him. His hands tightened, certain to leave faint bruises on Krem's hip, his thigh. He had no mind toward continuing the conversation, nor did he have proper breath for it. He fucked up into him, lost to the pure urge to rut.

His head fell back when that sweet tension snapped. He came, harder than he had with the girl beneath him.