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Solstice Night

Gannicus lifted an eyebrow at the people propositioning them. He still had one hand holding Krem's jaw - he'd been kissing him and quite content to do so when someone had cleared their voice at him. His other hand may or may not have been firmly planted on Krem's ass.

He was only momentarily annoyed to be interrupted before realizing exactly what they wanted. A man and woman, as far as he could tell, both offering interest, asking if he and Krem would like to join them. He couldn't tell if they were a couple and he wondered if it even mattered.

He brushed his thumb over Krem's cheek and looked at him.

"What do you think?" He nodded towards them as he asked but kept his eyes on Krem.

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The thrust rocked a noise out of Krem, something visceral and harsh. Krem's eyes rolled for a moment, showing mostly white. He wasn't sure he'd ever had a man, even Gannicus in all his momentary abandon, so deep.

It hardly took any encouragement to get him to move. He was far better at this ride than he was at horse back.

Gannicus moaned with total abandon when Krem started moving. It was tempting to tip his head back, to revel purely in feeling, but he wanted to watch. He gripped Krem's hips, not to guide but to feel the movement.

"I had moment's jealousy when she was in you," he confessed, breathy. It hadn't been possessive so much as he wanted to feel Krem in that moment.

Krem breathed out a sound, half a laugh, half a moan, as he kept up the movement of his hips, the roll and grind. Gannicus's words sank through him, a warming note, a sort of desperation. He smiled down at him, though it was dark, and Krem wasn't sure if the expression was entirely visible.

"Should I have offered to trade?" he asked. "Or would have seeing me get fucked by another man make you intolerably jealous?"

The obscene movement of Krem's hips only made him want more. He braced himself against forest floor so he could rock his hips up, meeting ever drop of Krem's hips.

"I had thought toward it," Gannicus admitted. He had wondered what it would be like to watch Krem with someone else. He squeezed Krem's thigh. "Perhaps if he had been known to me. To us." Somehow a stranger made it different.

This thread, this line of conversation, wasn't going to get far at all if Gannicus kept moving the way that he was. Krem whimpered softly, bracing a hand on his chest as he arched and rolled his hips, a filthy, bracing rhythm, straining for release.

Softly, with his eyes shut, he said, "I would let you share me, if you wished."

Gannicus pictured it for a moment and it drove a low moan from him. His hands tightened, certain to leave faint bruises on Krem's hip, his thigh. He had no mind toward continuing the conversation, nor did he have proper breath for it. He fucked up into him, lost to the pure urge to rut.

His head fell back when that sweet tension snapped. He came, harder than he had with the girl beneath him.

Krem shouted as Gannicus got rough with him once more, the tight grip on his hips and brutal sequence of thrusts that drove Gannicus up as deep as could be into him. He leaned forward bit, all he could do to ride it out, and whined when he felt Gannicus go rigid with orgasm.

"Selfish," he whined petulantly, breathless, against Gannicus's chest.

Gannicus huffed a laugh, breathless, and smacked Krem's ass. "You're on top," he pants. "I thought you were in charge this time, and I got to lay back and take it." He grinned, finally focusing on Krem's face. He pushed him back, just a bit, then his hand slid down, between them, to rub Krem's clit.

Krem whined as Gannicus touched him. He grumbled and moved Gannicus's hand away from his clit, up to his breast, so that he could slide off his cock. They'd played that game for rousing him again with an intimate immediacy. Krem was more than happy to rut desperately against his thigh and contemplate if and what he might want besides this.

Gannicus groaned when Krem pulled off, the night air not nearly as inviting as the heat of his body. Then he felt Krem pressing, rubbing, rutting against his thigh. He wasn't sure if that was better or worse somehow. He kneaded the breast Krem had pulled his hand to, then the other lifted to pull him down into a kiss.

Krem kissed Gannicus back, just a moment, before he pulled himself away from the kiss. A tease, a temptation, as he kept his hips moving filthily against Gannicus. He sighed, soft, against Gannicus's mouth, but not quite close enough to kiss him again.

"You can be rougher than that."

"How rough?" he asked, tweaking Krem's nipple on principle. The lewd slide of Krem's cunt against his thigh was far too enticing. The heat, the wetness, were impossible to ignore.

Krem gasped at the pinch, the bit of a twist. It twisted up his face with pleasure. More than anything, he wanted Gannicus hard enough to fuck him again, any way he'd have him, filthy and pressed into the dirt and hard enough Krem would be bowlegged later. But the words like that wouldn't quite come out.

All he could manage, in fact, was, "I'll say if it's too much."

Gannicus kissed him again, slick and obscene. His arousal had waned but not disappeared; his cock was filling again, slowly but surely, encouraged by the rock of Krem's hips, the promise of what he could feel again. He realized he should probably, eventually, put on a different condom or something (Hild had given him the riot act of sexual health) and was promptly distracted by how Krem's body felt leaning over his.

"I have faith you will make yourself clear," he said with a huffed laugh.

Krem whined a little, because this was all teasing, all kisses and words, and none of it was touch, none of it was what he'd asked for. He pushed his hips up a little more, tucking his head down away from the kiss for a moment to nip at Gannicus's chest. When he looked up at him, his eyes were dark and promising.

"So trust me and do," he growled, wanting to feel his hands be rough with him, wanting to be taken brutally. The very idea rocked arousal through him.

He stared up at Krem for just a moment, then nodded. The weight of his hands changed, gripping wherever they fell. He gave Krem's breast a firm knead. He let go only to try to get the covering off - it wasn't as tight as the other binder he'd seen before, but still an added layer to contend with. When he had at least one breast free, he leaned up to catch the nipple between his teeth, sucked hard. He wanted to leave Krem marks he would see, feel, for days. He moved his mouth, left another bruise before laying back again.

Abruptly, he rolled them, landing with his thigh still tucked between Krem's legs. He pulled back long enough to get a fresh condom, then flipped Krem onto his stomach, hauled his hips up.

It took a moment, but the moment was brief. Then, Gannicus was pushing and pressing, disheveling the only item of clothing left on Krem's body, showering him in biting kisses and just plain bites, rough, strong touches. When he pushed Krem back into the dirt, Krem squirmed a bit. Not a protest, but a quiet trial of the limits of this display. Gannicus was already pushing him over, face first in the dirt, and Krem whimpered softly, arching his hips back for eager attention.

Gannics yanked his hips back when he felt him squirm. Then he smacked his ass, the edge less playful than it had been in the past. He leaned low over him: They were roughly the same size, but Gannicus had the advantage of height and he used it. He used his knees to push Krem's further apart, then reached between them to guide himself back to his cunt.

He pushed in with a single, firm thrust. He pushed up, hand pressed between Krem's shoulders to keep him down. In just a moment he'd set a brutal pace, intent on filling the wood with the obscene sound of skin smacking against skin.

Krem gasped, a heady breath to match the rush of heat in his body, arousal and surprise as Gannicus bullied at him. This was no longer the hurried encounter in the club or even the roughness on top of his table their first evening together. This was something else, something encroaching toward a brutality that Krem would have only known in Thedas against his wishes.

But he wanted this. So badly it ached in his chest. He groaned when Gannicus shoved into him, the second time in such a short amount of time and he was still slick and wet from their tumble with the couple. Gannicus's hands were heavy on his skin, hot; his knees demanded space of him, and he conceded it.

"Yes," he breathed. Want and consent and understanding that he had asked for all this. To be used. This was what he wanted.

Gannicus smacked Krem's ass just to hear it, to watch flesh ripple. Then he leaned low over him, hand planted to the earth while the other arm wrapped around Krem's chest, holding him tight against him. He rutted like a beast, no concern beyond hard, eager use in answer to the Yes breathed on the air.

His earlier release provided endurance. His mouth found Krem's shoulder, mouthing until he found a good place to bite.

The slap drove a noise out of Krem, as so much else had. He squirmed back toward it, and then back into the cradle of Gannicus's hips. They were moving shortly after he'd draped across his back, and Krem moved and squirmed as he could, rocking back to meet powerful thrusts, but otherwise just rolling his hips in place to receive it. His nose was filled with a deep earth smell, overwhelmed by it all. He didn't try to quiet himself, especially as Gannicus's teeth found skin and he left marks.

Gannicus gripped tight, arm across Krem's chest to pull him into every thrust. His breath fanned across his skin, and he made sure their bodies touched everywhere possible as he pinned Krem down in the leaves and dirt.

"I want to feel you," he growled in Krem's ear. "Teased by the sight and promise of you all night - I would feel you finish, tight around my cock."

Krem shivered in Gannicus's arms, nearly boneless with desire. His knees slipped helplessly wider on the leaves, even as he tried to hitch his hips up against Gannicus's rough movement, even as Gannicus pulled him to it. He could feel how wet he was, down his thighs.

"You will," he breathed, sharp and desperate but quiet as the night because he could only manage so much air. "Maker, you will."

With a grunt Gannicus pushed himself up, planting a hand between Krem's shoulders to do so. Between the wanton spread of knees and the weighted press between shoulders, he would not be surprised if Krem was nearly flat to the ground. Still, he kept his hips from sinking too low, lest he had to work that much harder to fuck into him.

The heavy weight of Gannicus's warm, wide-palmed hand on Krem's back excited more noise out of him, more delirious, momentary tightness. He was right at the brink, rushing toward it, leaking wet all over the inside of his thighs. Each time their bodies met, it made a slick noise that made Krem's face burn, because it fed back into his arousal.

He lost the power of words. Every noise he was making was a fitful, animalistic, needy thing. His vision went sparkling and white around the edges and one of his thighs trembled inward as orgasm hit him hard.

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