"Not sure if that's persistence or stubbornness," Krem said, though the words ended with a whine as Gannicus took his fingers away. He slapped the wall to keep from grabbing for Gannicus's wrist and forcing him back to task, panting and shoving and wiggling out of his jeans.

Desperation was gnawing at him the way that it did when they were together, and he wanted, badly, just to be had.