"I'm not, I'm not," Krem murmured, assuring, almost desperate. The shift in Gannicus's shoulders was an aching, desirable temptation. Krem hitched up the speed of his hips a touch, pulling at Gannicus's hair a bit harder.

"Maker," he breathed, a touch of rapturous laughter and strain on the edge of his voice. "Carissime, you are amazing like this."