Being listened to should not have thrilled him so much. It was a balancing act. Krem scrubbed the tips of his fingers against Gannicus's scalp, but kept his hair tangled around his knuckles, so the grip was tight and secure.

He pulled him back, off the toy, and admired the spit on his lips for a moment. It was easy to bump, filthy and pushy, against his lips and cheek for a moment, before he gripped the base of the toy and stroked up it once, twice.

"Is that all you want? To put your mouth to good use?"