That was it, the words he needed, the tone. Krem kept his lips against Gannicus's back for now, stayed draped over him with his hands now cradling Gannicus's hips. When he began to move, it was slow at first, adapting a rhythm to the way Gannicus breathed, the way he moved to meet him, the sound of their bodies together. It felt like a lifetime since he'd done this.