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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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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.

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--!"

"Your cunt," he retorted, a moan edging his voice. "May yet end on the floor." He almost laughed, but was soon distracted by the slick heat of Krem around him. There was something to be said for this, for pinning Krem to the wall, for feeling his weight lend itself to the depth of every thrust. But Gannicus wanted to fuck him, and he simply couldn't get that kind of power like this.

"Would prefer the bed to the floor, if we must," Krem said with a groan. He scraped his blunt nails across the back of Gannicus's shoulders, whimpering softly with each deep grind of cock into cunt. His breath was a wreck, a shivering masterpiece of pleasure.

He licked his lips and looked at Gannicus warily, cheeks dark with flush. "It would be nice to have to brace myself on something while you see if you can meld us into one."

Gannicus pushed deep and stayed there, grinding his hips lewdly against Krem's. His back arched at the scratch of nails across his skin. He kissed Krem, then slid his hands to adjust his hold.

"Keep your hold on me," he urged. The bedroom wasn't fair - he was fairly sure he could get them there as they were, with some cooperation. If Krem preferred the bed to the floor, he would have it.

It took some doing, but he managed it, and he set Krem on the bed rather than dropping him - he didn't want to lose his place.

Krem laughed delightedly, keeping his legs wrapped around Gannicus's waist and his arms around his shoulders and trying to keep his hips as still as possible. The walk from doorway to bedroom was short, but aching. Every step was a pleasurable jostle, until Krem was panting raggedly as he was set down on the bed.

He unwound himself from around Gannicus's torso, splaying his legs wide on the bed. His fingers trailed down, and he groaned to touch his skin when he reached for the root of his cock. It had been ages.

"You must pull out before you come," he breathed. But then, on the next breath, "Fuck me well."

Gannicus used his hips to nudge Krem higher onto the bed, until his knees had purchase. He shivered at the brush of fingers against his cock and he nodded in answer to the command. He would pull out. Even in heated passion he would endeavor to remember - he would not put Krem at risk.

A grin ticked his mouth at the second issue. An order he hardly minded. He grabbed Krem's thigh and braced his other hand against the bed, wasting no time. He fucked Krem like he meant to put him through the mattress, like he meant to leave corresponding bruises on ass and hips.

The respect, the trust, in that nod warmed Krem from cheek to hipbones. He arched and squirmed, let himself be nudged and moved about, and when they settled to place, he gripped the sheets above his head, making his body as long and admirable as possible.

He roared with pleasure, howled. Gannicus battered at him just as Krem had requested, like he meant to put them back into one body. There was a quick, sudden riptide of pleasure that came with it, and within moments, Krem was coming, yowling like a cat in heat as he twisted on the bed.

He wanted to come inside Krem. He wanted to feel their fluids mingle, wanted to see it when he pulled out. Gannicus clenched his jaw, fucking Krem through it, nearly losing himself in the eager tightness, in the sharp cries tearing from Krem.

With a growl of his own he forced himself to pull out, though his hips didn't stop desperate movement; instead he thrust against Krem's stomach, rubbing lewdly against him until he came in stripes across Krem's skin.

There was a moment, a terrifying, exhilarating moment where Krem thought that maybe Gannicus wouldn't pull out, or he wouldn't pull out in time. But he did, and that was marvelous as well, a moment of slick sliding and then the splatter of come on his stomach.

Krem groaned, and a moment later it was laughter. He shifted a foot, nudged at Gannicus's thigh as he brought a hand down to skate through the come on his stomach.

"...hair trigger."

Gannicus huffed a breathless laugh and smacked Krem's thigh. "You said fuck you well, not long." He grinned and leaned over him for a kiss. "As if I have not been fucking all night."

He kissed Krem again, teasing, then collapsed next to him to catch his breath. "Are you not satisfied?" He lifted an eyebrow.

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