Krem was left shivering, brief as it was, when Gannicus knelt at his feet and pressed his mouth to him. He helpfully kicked away his jeans and stripped off his sports bra, casting it aside, spreading his legs a bit as he felt the filthy slide of Gannicus's tongue on him.

It was a distraction, maybe, as so much of this was. And then, shortly, he was collected, weight pressed into the wall, mouth claimed with insistence. A distant part of him was aware that there was no crinkle of wrapper foil; it roiled some dark, needy heat in his belly, and he moaned filthily against Gannicus's mouth. No one had been inside him like this since the year change.

"How does it feel?" He squeezed around Gannicus, bracing on his shoulders.