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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 gods themselves could not have resisted such sharp need, Gannicus was sure of it. He moaned low when he felt Krem tremble, tighten. He grabbed a shaking thigh, gripping to keep him close. Just breathes later he came, and for a moment longed to feel it without slight barrier between them, his slickness joining Krem's.

He dropped over Krem, catching himself on one hand and wrapping the other around him, dragging their bodies tight together to ride out delicious release.

When he finally stopped moving he had to resist the urge to just collapse on top of Krem - if they were anywhere else, he might have.

Krem whimpered excitedly, wishing there was no barrier between them. He missed that feeling--though he knew exactly how to get it now, and it merely involved taking it like a man would; he'd sacrifice the tiniest pleasures in favor of his impatience, in moments like this.

His hips ached from the abuse, his chest heaved, and he find himself sinking all the way down to the ground. But he did his best to drag Gannicus along with him, so he remained where he was for the moment.

Gannicus held his weight up as long as he could manage, but once Krem hit the ground, he soon followed. He at least managed to be gentle as he settled on top of Krem, even as he dragged him down. For a moment all he could do was breathe.

Eventually he moved, just to roll them onto their sides. He held Krem against him, perhaps a bit protective.

It was a series of shifts and movement, a graceless tumble sideways until they were sprawled on their hips. Krem let out a gusting breath, reaching back to find Gannicus's arm and drag it gently beneath his head. He pressed his face to his bicep, turned to press a kiss against him.

"I will certainly be feeling that later," he murmured against flesh.

Gannicus laughed. "Both of us will be sore from effort. And well-reminded of solstice night." He kissed Krem's shoulder and adjusted his position to provide him more comfort.

"Are we to remain here, then?" Krem asked softly into the dark of the wood, not wanting to move. He played his fingers over the back of Gannicus's hand, up his arm and then back. "I'm not sure that I can walk yet--and if I can, I would have us wait until you can manage any sort of movement to fix that problem, with hands or cock or however would please you, if you're not so tired?"

Gannicus laughed quietly. "Come home with me," he murmured against Krem's shoulder. "If you can yet walk, I will remedy that before sun rises. Unless you would have us continue to rut in the dirt and leaves." He grinned as he said it.

He wouldn't say no, but he would make offer of somewhere more private.

"I would not at all be adverse to waking up a mess in the woods," Krem admitted, glad for the dark to cover how hot his cheeks were. He'd never done anything like this, much like he'd never done anything like fucking in the back booths at a club. But they were things he liked, and things he enjoyed, and Gannicus seemed to enjoy them just as much.

But Gannicus wanted him to bed, and Krem was more than happy to do that as well. He turned and kissed him, slow and lazy.

"Yes, take me home."

Gannicus would be happy to spend the night in the woods with Krem, but perhaps not here; not with so many other people around. He pulled back slowly, then rose to discard the condom and find their clothes. He offered Krem his, then found his own, at least getting his jeans and shoes back on. He didn't mind walking around without a shirt on.

Krem adjusted his sports bra back down to cover his breasts, but didn't bother with his shirt. He pulled on his pants but not his shorts, balling up both shorts and shirt as he toed into his shoes.

He leaned up and kissed Gannicus, soft and lingering, a promise. "Sometime, we're going to practice you lifting me. I think you ought to be able to. At least long enough to put me against a wall."

Gannicus grinned at the prospect. "I could put you to the wall, carissime, if that is what you desire." He squeezed Krem around his waist and kissed him again. "And there are plenty of them between here and my bed."

Krem opened his mouth to the kiss, sighing excitedly at the idea. He didn't think Gannicus would be up for fucking him again just yet, but teasing, and Krem knew from experience that he enjoyed being back against a wall and kissed until he was breathless.

He lifted his hands and ran his fingers into Gannicus's hair, smiling against his mouth. "Take me home, carissime."

Gannicus grinned and pulled Krem from the woods to find their way back to civilization. He didn't mind walking - it wasn't too long of a hike, and besides, he had ample opportunity to stop and kiss Krem along the way - several times against whatever wall might present itself for use; only a tease of what he had promised.

When they reached his building, he had to stop to find his keys - grateful that they had not fallen out of his pocket back in the woods. He would hate to reach his apartment door and find them missing... though to be honest, he would break his own door down if it meant being with Krem.

By the time they reached Gannicus's building, Krem was fired with pleasure and need again, but he was keeping it carefully to himself. He was grateful for his strange, deficient body in moments like this, that he didn't have to curiously wonder how he might conceal his arousal; it was always concealed.

While Gannicus got them into the building and then up and into his apartment, Krem did his best to distract him. As soon as they were inside the apartment, Krem's hands fell feverishly to the fly of Gannicus's jeans.

By then Gannicus actually felt up for another round; Krem apparently had that effect. He had no mind to conceal arousal, either. Why shouldn't Krem know, at this particular moment? The fumbling of hands at the button and fly of his jeans and him groaning, the touch close enough to tease.

He pushed the door shut and dropped his keys to the floor so that both hands were free to hold Krem's face, to pull him into a devouring kiss, chasing the tastes of the evening into his mouth.

Krem moaned into the kiss as soon as Gannicus's mouth was against his. The noise of the door shutting was reassuring, but more so was the press of their bodies back together again. Krem wound his arms around Gannicus's shoulders, drawing him close. He was feverishly desperate for more of him, for more of that edge of roughness from the woods, but also for some of the gentleness they'd shared with each other previous times as well. What a wonderful line to balance across.

He brought one arm down and pushed his hand into Gannicus's jeans and stroked him, leisurely and teasing, and then the other arm down to open his own jeans and push them down around his thighs invitingly.

Another low moan escaped with the stroke of Krem's hand on his cock. He doesn't miss the fall of fabric, the sudden exposure of Krem's lower body. He grinned and moved them forward, until they hit a wall. His hand teased between bare thighs and he couldn't help but make another sound when he felt how slick Krem was.

"Fuck," he breathed, cheek pressed against Krem's for a moment.

Krem sighed and laughed, tilting his head back to kiss Gannicus hungrily. It was more just leaning up, breathing close to him, spreading his legs as much as he could when they were facing each other like this and his jeans were tangled just above his knees.

"Going to hold me here for it?" He smiled, shivering a little bit, hitching up onto his toes like it would make a difference.

"I made promise," he reminded, a grin in his voice. He slipped two fingers into Krem, just to feel him. "And this is a wall." He kissed Krem again and bit his bottom lip.

"Though we may need to remove more of your clothes to fulfill desire." Krem wanted to be up against the wall, after all. "Or turn you and keep you on your toes." His fingers gave a firmer thrust, curling slightly inside him.

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."

Gannicus grinned. "I would find way whatever our position,' he quipped. "And it's a good ass."

He kissed Krem, then slipped his fingers free. "First we need these off," he growled, pushing at Krem's jeans. "I want to feel your legs around me."

"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.

"Both." He went to his knees to help get the jeans all the way off, and he couldn't quite help himself. He leaned forward, tongue making a lewd line up Krem's cunt. He moaned at the taste and resisted the urge to stay there with his face buried. He wanted more. He stood and grabbed Krem's thighs, using the wall to brace weight as he lifted him, pinned him. He gave him an obscene kiss, mouth still wet from Krem's cunt.

Gannicus reached between them to guide his cock; he let Krem's weight do most of the work and gave a thrust of his hips at the end. "Fuck," he breathed, pressing Krem into the wall to get proper balance. If he could do this nearly falling over drunk he could sure as fuck do it nearly sober.

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.

Gannicus didn't have words for a moment. "Perfect," he groaned at last, voice heavy with need. He lifted his head for another kiss, as filthy as the last, and he started fucking into him, using the wall to bear weight and attempting to push deep each time, chasing that feeling.

And for the hell of it, because Krem said something, he managed to smack his ass, then gripped it to help balance.

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