Krem let his eyes trail over Gannicus a moment in the way that Gannicus was trailing his eyes over him. He liked this, even just this part. It was like with Thomas, in these moments, just looking, appreciating, enjoying the view. It was about the only thing, between him and Gannicus, that could be compared to Thomas. Krem preferred it that way. Each love was very much their own.

He stepped to his chest of drawers as he stripped off his swim shorts, and from the lowest drawer, he pulled a pair of handsome black shorts that doubled as harness. To the front of these he fashioned a realistic looking toy. The cock was smaller than Gannicus, a more modest, average size. It fit neatly in his palm, and he played at stroking himself as he turned back around, looking at Gannicus once more.

"...well?" Saying what he wanted and putting desire to deed were two things entirely.