Solstice Night

[god_of_the_arena]

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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[god_of_the_arena]

Gannicus groaned quietly, feeling the way Krem's hips moved. "I may have you ride me if you keep moving like that," he breathed. He smacked Krem's ass before coaxing him back. He slid his fingers free, holding Krem's thigh for a moment as he looked around. He found a string of condoms and the lube he'd used with the young man. He leaned to grab both.

"And where would you have us move?" The promise was enough to make his cock stir again, threatening fresh arousal.

[krempuff]

Krem felt shivery and overwhelmed. Yes, he would ride him. Yes, he would do just about anything, in that moment, because he was desperate and needy and full of filth. But most of all, he just needed this.

Gannicus collected condom and lubes, and Krem collected their clothing swiftly, not to pull it on but so it was in their possession, and he kissed him.

"Away from prying eyes," he whispered against Gannicus's mouth. "I would have you be the only one witness me come apart now."

[god_of_the_arena]

"I will not protest," he promised, helping to gather their clothes. Krem's desire fueled his own. He pulled Krem further from the light, from the sound and the people scattered all over. He led with teasing kisses, until they found a more promising place.

Gannicus dropped whatever he had in his arms so that he could pull Krem to him.

[krempuff]

In the woods away from the orgy, Krem cast aside the clothes he was carrying and yanked Gannicus close to kiss him hungrily. He would have climbed him, were he a little shorter or Gannicus a little taller. He did, though, make an effort. He wrapped his arms around Gannicus's shoulders and used their combined strengths to lift himself, to wrap his legs around Gannicus's waist.

[god_of_the_arena]

Gannicus nearly stumbled when Krem's weight hit him center. He braced himself and got lost in their next kiss. It took some work but he managed to get down to his knees, landing heavily but not worse than he could handle. He laid Krem out, pressed between spread thighs. He rocked his hips forward, grinding obscenely against Krem as he devoured his mouth.

[krempuff]

Krem laughed, muttering apology into the kiss, as they went down rather less ceremoniously than he had intended. Still, here they were, wanton and filthy, rubbing against each other, tempting. His body ached a bit, desperation lancing through his belly. He shouldn't. He could not.

"Find a condom," he breathed, voice thick with need as he angled his hips teasingly. "Before I am stupid about this."

[god_of_the_arena]

Gannicus groaned quietly and dropped his head to Krem's shoulder. He longed to just push in. The condom made little difference, but it was different. But he would not put Krem at risk. He kissed him again, fierce, then leaned to grab the condoms he'd dropped a moment ago. He ripped a packet open and rolled the latex down, well practiced now.

Then he rolled them over, pulling Krem to straddle his lap. Gannicus gave him a crooked grin.

"I believe you made promise," he said, smacking Krem's thigh. They might not stay this way, but he was intent on starting there.

[krempuff]

Krem whined as Gannicus kissed him like that, a deep sort of keen, a needy noise. And when Gannicus moved him, he made another noise, low and desperate. The soil and detritus of the ground dug into his knees, and he reached down between his thighs, holding Gannicus's cock steady as he pressed down on him with eager urgency.

"Oh," he breathed now, arching his head back, sinking until their hips were flush. "Fuck."

[god_of_the_arena]

"Fuck," he echoed, voice tight as Krem sank down on his cock. His hands grabbed Krem's hips, holding tight as his hips gave a thrust up, like he could get deeper. He hadn't realized how badly he'd wanted Krem since they started playing with that other couple, but now that desire was made manifest. He attempted to move Krem's hips, encouraging that obscene grind he'd been teased with earlier.

[krempuff]

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.

[god_of_the_arena]

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.

[krempuff]

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?"

[god_of_the_arena]

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.

[krempuff]

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."

[god_of_the_arena]

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.

[krempuff]

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.

[god_of_the_arena]

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.

[krempuff]

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.

[god_of_the_arena]

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.

[krempuff]

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."

[god_of_the_arena]

"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.

[krempuff]

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."

[god_of_the_arena]

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.

[krempuff]

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.

[god_of_the_arena]

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.