Krem sighed at the brush of lips, at the edge of teeth. He continued to nudge and roll his hips against Gannicus's, pulling back only once he decided that he'd played enough.

It was with reluctance that Krem pulled back a bit from Gannicus, enough that he could see what he was doing in the beginning and not just by feel. His fingers were slick, and Gannicus's thighs felt so, so warm. Krem sank a single, over-slick finger into him slowly.