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"Gladly given," Krem said against Gannicus's mouth, laughing when they collided with the wall. He lingered there, letting Gannicus be taller and ever so slightly heavier than him, a comforting, protective weight. Krem brought his hands down to Gannicus's ass and squeezed, pulling him close until their hips jostled pointedly. "And I was hardly complaining about the attention, either."

It had been thrilling, really. The risk of it. Much more risky and forbidden than their nights out, finding dark, secluded corners. It just served to spur him on, really.

"Worth the tease of feeling you tremble in my arms." He kissed Krem again before easing back, just enough so that they might move again.

If he was nervous, he let desire override it. He trusted Krem. He wanted Krem.

Gannicus turned, moving backward toward Krem's bedroom and guiding with eager kisses, hands once more wandering towards exposed, framed breasts.

Krem purred, because it had been good to tremble in his arms, to stand in that surf and be so filthy like that. And now, with those eager, lingering kisses, with those hands on his body, Krem was just as happy as he'd been out there on the beach. And getting excited once more.

At the bed, he pushed Gannicus gently back.

"You wait right here."

Gannicus let Krem's push send him back onto the bed. He sat heavily, more so than he needed to. He smiled at Krem, watching him with more concentrated anticipation. For the moment he was content to watch the lines of Krem as he moved, to remember the scent of the sea on his skin as they stood together in the water.

Krem let his eyes trail over Gannicus a moment in the way that Gannicus was trailing his eyes over him. He liked this, even just this part. It was like with Thomas, in these moments, just looking, appreciating, enjoying the view. It was about the only thing, between him and Gannicus, that could be compared to Thomas. Krem preferred it that way. Each love was very much their own.

He stepped to his chest of drawers as he stripped off his swim shorts, and from the lowest drawer, he pulled a pair of handsome black shorts that doubled as harness. To the front of these he fashioned a realistic looking toy. The cock was smaller than Gannicus, a more modest, average size. It fit neatly in his palm, and he played at stroking himself as he turned back around, looking at Gannicus once more.

"...well?" Saying what he wanted and putting desire to deed were two things entirely.

Gannicus watched, interested and wanting, as Krem prepared himself. His cock was different, but it was still his. He reached for Krem.

"I can't have it if you don't come closer," he answered, flashing a grin. Maybe Krem's cock was different, but he could still go down on him.

Krem relaxed the closer he came to the bed, until he was kneeling up on the edge of the mattress and could run his fingers into Gannicus's hair again. It was a touch as reassuring for himself as he hoped it was for the other man. That, yes, he wanted this, that Gannicus had said they could try; the indulgence was appreciated, but it went no further than Gannicus's comfort allowed.

With a soft sigh, Krem bent and pressed a kiss to Gannicus's brow, tracing the shape of his ear with his thumb.

Gannicus tipped his head to Krem's mouth, loving the tender touches and soft sounds. He lifted his head for a kiss, fingers curling around Krem's cock.

He met his gaze before leaning down to lick the head. Maybe it wouldn't taste or feel quite the same, but it was Krem's and he saw no reason to treat it differently.

It had been a long time since he sucked cock, though, and he was a bit more cautious as he began.

Krem sighed, watching the way that Gannicus's fingers curled around the toy, how he worked it like it was real, like this mattered for more than just show. He watched the way that Gannicus put his mouth to it, eyes soft and heavy-lidded, like he did to Krem's cunt.

It shot heat straight down through Krem's belly. Even if he couldn't feel this, he could feel what it meant.

He curled his fingers in Gannicus's hair, rocking his hips forward gently, testingly, to see how he took the weight and thickness of the toy--of his cock. He refused to take his eyes off him.

Gannicus slid back when Krem rocked forward, just enough to be sure he wouldn't choke. Then he bobbed his head, a bit more sure of himself as he found a familiar rhythm; he could call to memory when Krem did this for him, and it did not take much effort to remember what he liked.

He kept one hand at the base of Krem's cock but the other was free to explore the edges of what Krem wore, until he pushed his hand down the back to grab Krem's ass.

Krem let Gannicus pull back, let him control the pace and the pressure for a moment of things. It was good and nice, to watch him, to see how he took it. Krem's breath hitched and caught up high in his chest and he tangled his fingers a little harder in Gannicus's hair. The wander of his fingers was tempting, alluring. He spread his legs a little, rocking forward again, just a touch, to meet the way that Gannicus bobbed his head, and to rock back into the way he touched his ass.

His hand slid lower, fingers teasing over Krem's hole though he didn't try to push in - his fingers were dry, and he would not even tempt that discomfort. Gannicus got more comfortable with the feel of Krem's cock in his mouth; he reveled in the fingers tangled in his hair, holding tighter.

He moaned quietly and pulled Krem closer to him, hand leaving his cock to brace against his him instead. Just another place to touch him as he dared to take more.

The whole sight of it was amazing, almost ghosting sensation, definitely sinking heat up his spine and down again into his belly. He felt desperately wet already.

He gave Gannicus's hair a gentle, but authoritative tug, using a voice he reserved most generally for unruly mercenary and never for lovers as he growled down at him, "I never said you could touch me like that, carissime. Behave with your hands, or I'll have to punish you."

Gannicus shivered as pleasant shocks shot down his back from his scalp. The voice, the tone, might have earned an entirely irreverent laugh if his mouth had not been full of cock. Behave never came naturally. And a secret part of him thrilled at the strange freedom of being under another's command.

It provided clarity.

He bobbed his head, drawing back with a suck as offered apology. His fingers moved from their illicit place, hand settling safely across Krem's ass.

Being listened to should not have thrilled him so much. It was a balancing act. Krem scrubbed the tips of his fingers against Gannicus's scalp, but kept his hair tangled around his knuckles, so the grip was tight and secure.

He pulled him back, off the toy, and admired the spit on his lips for a moment. It was easy to bump, filthy and pushy, against his lips and cheek for a moment, before he gripped the base of the toy and stroked up it once, twice.

"Is that all you want? To put your mouth to good use?"

Gannicus eased back with Krem's pulling, and little smile tugging at his mouth at the slick slide of Krem's cock across his cheek, bumping against his mouth. His tongue flicked out to lick it one more time.

He looked up at Krem. "The rest of me will bend to your will as well. Speak desire and see it answered."

Edited 2016-08-15 23:38 (UTC)

It was as easy as that. Their desires to please each other had gone so quickly attuned that it was a simple thing for this accommodation to be a pleasant act for them both.

Krem bent down and kissed Gannicus, and then, with only a bit of force behind it, pushed him back on the bed.

"Spread for me."

Gannicus flopped back with the push. He moved a bit higher on the bed and the command actually made him blush, just a bit. He trusted Krem though, more than the last person to say anything quite like that to him. His thighs parted in invitation and he lolled his head to keep an eye on Krem. He liked looking at him.

The blush was a comely thing, made more so because Gannicus didn't often go dusty pink like that. Krem draped over him, having to arrange the toy a little so that he could nudge right up against Gannicus's cock. He rolled his hips, sighing. Then he stretched and grabbed the lube from the bedside table.

He groaned quietly, hips lifting to grind them together as Krem leaned over him. The movement was easy and without thinking his hand found its way back to Krem's ass, pulling him into another lazy rock of his hips. As he stretched over him, Gannicus leaned to catch a nipple in his mouth, biting.

Krem sighed at the brush of lips, at the edge of teeth. He continued to nudge and roll his hips against Gannicus's, pulling back only once he decided that he'd played enough.

It was with reluctance that Krem pulled back a bit from Gannicus, enough that he could see what he was doing in the beginning and not just by feel. His fingers were slick, and Gannicus's thighs felt so, so warm. Krem sank a single, over-slick finger into him slowly.

Gannicus pouted when Krem pulled away, out of reach out his mouth. When he realized why, he felt a nervous, excited thrill. He let his head fall back, thighs relaxing further apart when a slick finger presses against him, then into him. His hips lift in a faint jerk - it felt cold - but soon enough he settled down again and he lolled his head to watch Krem.

It felt fine, and he gave a lazy roll of his hips toward Krem's hand, encouraging. Maybe it was over-confidence, but this was good so far.

Krem kept slow, knowing that the first bit could always, inevitably, be the easiest. But Gannicus opened around his finger so easily, so well, and Krem found himself shivering with anticipation, wishing he could just push into him like Gannicus was able to push into his cunt.

That wasn't an option here. He teased, then pressed in with a second slick finger, slow but insistent, curling his fingers in search of his sweet spot as he leaned down and kissed, bit at his chest.

Gannicus made a quiet sound when the second finger went in - not protest, but he tensed for just a moment and-- and then Krem moved them, pressed them just so. Rather suddenly his hips jerked and he tried to keep Krem's fingers right where they were, because it felt good.

He moved toward Krem's touch, finally moving his hips again to encourage movement. His fingers push into Krem's hair, holding for a moment as lips and teeth teased his chest.

"There it is," Krem breathed when Gannicus arched and squirmed. It was a lovely, radical sight. It thrilled in Krem. He was reminded of teasing and touching him that first time after they'd been out at the club, when they'd come back and he'd gone to knee and touched him like this so briefly. Now, instead of teasing, it was with promise.

He groaned softly as Gannicus managed to get lips and teeth on him again. That sank a shiver of light through him again as well, delightful, radiant. He scissored his fingers slowly, keeping his fingers against that sweet spot as best he could.