Krem leaned back, just enough to look at the strong, sinuous lines of Gannicus's shoulders and back as he leaned down into the bed like that. His hips picked up in pace and he sighed to watch him, longing to be able to feel this properly--not just the flex of their thighs and the growing collision of their hips, but how Gannicus would feel around him. His warmth, the tightness, the friction of their bodies properly touching.

When Gannicus stilled, Krem did not. He kept fucking him, lazy but deep, keeping that angle. He slid one hand up Gannicus's back and wound his fingers into his hair, pulling.