Krem sighed more than moaned, at the offer of anything and at Gannicus's slick mouth coming up to his. He flushed a little to taste himself, rocking his hips down on Gannicus's fingers, his palm, fucking himself obscenely.

"Treat me roughly," he whispered against Gannicus's mouth. It was not the first time he'd requested it from him, but requesting it always made him nervous, like Gannicus would say no. "Leave me marked. Use me. Maker, carissime, please...?"