Gannicus reached back as Krem leaned over him and trailed kisses, warm against his back. It felt good just to touch him, helped him find a warm center: this would be good. His fingers brushed Krem's thigh before he pulled away again.

The slap made him jump a bit and he laughed, turning his head to look at Krem, bright and fond. It was only fair given the number times he'd reveled in doing it to Krem.