The gods themselves could not have resisted such sharp need, Gannicus was sure of it. He moaned low when he felt Krem tremble, tighten. He grabbed a shaking thigh, gripping to keep him close. Just breathes later he came, and for a moment longed to feel it without slight barrier between them, his slickness joining Krem's.

He dropped over Krem, catching himself on one hand and wrapping the other around him, dragging their bodies tight together to ride out delicious release.

When he finally stopped moving he had to resist the urge to just collapse on top of Krem - if they were anywhere else, he might have.