The clumsiness of the position, the potential for falling, meant they were slow and Gannicus was deep, and Krem could feel everything, every inch and every twitch and how hot his skin was. He laughed, bright and moaning a little, when Gannicus slapped his ass. He pressed down to meet each thrust, legs wound tight around Gannicus's waist.

"Fuck," he breathed, lulling his head back to the wall. "Maker, your cock--!"