Gannicus gripped Krem's thigh tighter and soon his hips grew more insistent, fucking up to meet every roll of Krem's. He tried to hold them together, tried to grind against Krem as he came with a sudden, sharp moan. "Fuck, carrissime," he hissed, resisting the urge to roll them over - he enjoyed this view too much to sacrifice it, even in this delicious urgency.