Krem let Gannicus pull back, let him control the pace and the pressure for a moment of things. It was good and nice, to watch him, to see how he took it. Krem's breath hitched and caught up high in his chest and he tangled his fingers a little harder in Gannicus's hair. The wander of his fingers was tempting, alluring. He spread his legs a little, rocking forward again, just a touch, to meet the way that Gannicus bobbed his head, and to rock back into the way he touched his ass.