Gannicus squirmed his hips when he felt the stretch but it wasn't bad - it didn't hurt, and the constant attention to that spot made him not care at all. He tried to touch some part of Krem at all times: his hair, his face, his arm. Any part he could reach without pulling away or making their position awkward.

He couldn't get over how eager he felt. He wanted Krem, wanted him inside him.

That desire was relatively new in his life.