Krem squirmed, not specifically resisting, but putting up a good show of pretending it. It made the wrestling a bit more intense, the filthy press of their bodies, the slap on his thigh that tore a moan out of him.

Gannicus's teeth, his mouth, on his breasts tore noise from him too. He wound his fingers into Gannicus's hair and tugged, only a bit gently. There was no effort to displace him. He rubbed his knees against Gannicus's ribs and let his legs splay slowly apart, inviting, tempting.