Two fingers felt more like that promise, that conviction, and when Gannicus kissed and bit at him he whined softly, imploringly. The whole idea of either option--up, back against the wall, facing Gannicus with his legs around him while they fucked; or back to front, balancing on his toes and scrambling for purchase as he was taken.

He rolled his hips down on Gannicus's fingers. "I leave the decision up to you. But I know how much you like to slap my ass when we fuck."