By then Gannicus actually felt up for another round; Krem apparently had that effect. He had no mind to conceal arousal, either. Why shouldn't Krem know, at this particular moment? The fumbling of hands at the button and fly of his jeans and him groaning, the touch close enough to tease.

He pushed the door shut and dropped his keys to the floor so that both hands were free to hold Krem's face, to pull him into a devouring kiss, chasing the tastes of the evening into his mouth.