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Gannicus held him into the kiss only to laugh, jumping when Krem smacked his thigh. "Next time I would have added pleasure of watching your face," he said. A promise: there would be a next time. He grinned and kissed Krem again, all raw need and want, before they had to part. Their height difference was enough that it might be the last kiss until they finished.

He nudged Krem back and pulled forward a bit so he could turn without knocking into him. He let his knees slide apart on the bed and looked back at Krem. He trusted him.

Krem let Gannicus arrange himself as he wished, so he was comfortable. The affection, the want, the statement of next time all eased Krem nearer and nearer an unspoken reassurance that all of this was not just because Krem had asked this of him. This was not just passing indulgence.

With a smile, Krem kissed a line up Gannicus's spine, draping over him. He pressed himself against the back of his thigh, gentle and promising, before he pulled himself away to slick the toy.

Just for the hell of it, he gave Gannicus a playful slap on the ass. There was not quite as much ass to jiggle as he himself had, but it was still very nice.

Gannicus reached back as Krem leaned over him and trailed kisses, warm against his back. It felt good just to touch him, helped him find a warm center: this would be good. His fingers brushed Krem's thigh before he pulled away again.

The slap made him jump a bit and he laughed, turning his head to look at Krem, bright and fond. It was only fair given the number times he'd reveled in doing it to Krem.

Krem grinned back, lazy and fond as well. He stroked his thumb over the curve of muscle, a reassurance and brace, as he slicked the toy and then, slowly, began to nudge in.

"Tell me how it is," he murmured. He could not feel it, after all, which always upset something in his chest a little, but was a manageable offense. Especially to watch how Gannicus's body took him as he eased in.

He stayed still as Krem pushed in; it felt different, but thanks to Krem's careful preparation it wasn't uncomfortable. "I'm good," he breathed, reaching back to touch Krem's thigh, to hold him as much as he could in their position. Soon enough he felt Krem's hips press against him and he remembered to breathe.

"You're good, carissime." Gannicus rocked his hips back a bit, testing the feeling.

There was the softest break in the middle of Gannicus's words and it hit Krem in the chest like a sack of bricks. He bent over Gannicus's back, kissing at his spine, staying pressed in and deep and mostly still as Gannicus squirmed and rolled his hips a little, adjusting to the feel of the toy.

"Krem." His name came out as a plea. He wanted - needed - to feel him move. Gannicus tried to be more patient. He probably should be, right? "Don't stop," he urged. "I'm alright."

That was it, the words he needed, the tone. Krem kept his lips against Gannicus's back for now, stayed draped over him with his hands now cradling Gannicus's hips. When he began to move, it was slow at first, adapting a rhythm to the way Gannicus breathed, the way he moved to meet him, the sound of their bodies together. It felt like a lifetime since he'd done this.

It wasn't hard to fall into a rhythm and he found himself moving to meet every push of Krem's hips. He sank lower, weight on his forearms. He soaked in Krem's touch as his lips drifted over his back, calloused hands gripped his hips. His breath catches and for a moment he stills, a euphoric look crossing his face.

"Fuck," he gasps. Gannicus felt his cock throb in answer to the delicious pressure and he tried to stay just as he was to chance it again.

Krem leaned back, just enough to look at the strong, sinuous lines of Gannicus's shoulders and back as he leaned down into the bed like that. His hips picked up in pace and he sighed to watch him, longing to be able to feel this properly--not just the flex of their thighs and the growing collision of their hips, but how Gannicus would feel around him. His warmth, the tightness, the friction of their bodies properly touching.

When Gannicus stilled, Krem did not. He kept fucking him, lazy but deep, keeping that angle. He slid one hand up Gannicus's back and wound his fingers into his hair, pulling.

Gannicus moaned low, arching into each smooth thrust. Every slide of Krem's cock sent a delicious shock through him. His head tipped back as Krem's fingers tangled in his hair.

His weight shifted as he reached down to palm his cock, allowing every push of Krem's hips to rock him into the circle of his fingers. "Don't stop," he urged.

"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."

Another low, eager sound tore from him when Krem gave a firmer yank on his hair. "You feel good," he gasped out. "Cariad, I'll come like this." His voice came out edged in another moan; he nearly dropped his head, running into the resistance of Krem's grasp. It was perfect. Gannicus tightened his fingers slightly around his own cock, giving him more to thrust through as Krem's pace forced his hips forward.

The noises were sweet and tempting in all their deep neediness. Krem didn't let up on a bit of his attention, trying to wring more sound, more pleasure out of Gannicus as he moved, as he drove Gannicus toward that peak.

His thighs were shaking, a slight tremor of desire that started in the small of his back and wound down to his knees as he kept moving.

"Do it," he said, bending low to brush his lips and teeth on Gannicus's skin. "I want you tight around me, carissime."

Krem's encouragement, his insistence, was almost enough to make it happen. Gannicus rolled his hips back, meeting every firm thrust of Krem's hips, rocking between his hand and Krem's cock until something delicious snapped through him. He came with a low, sharp moan, like it had been startled out of him by the sudden, perfect intensity of it. He tightened around Krem for a moment, arched as he rode out the feeling. It was different, and it was so fucking good.

Krem shuffled a sigh out, his hips slowly slightly in response to the resistance of Gannicus's body, but he fucked him through it, sliding his hip down to thread his fingers against Gannicus's and stroke him through as well.

Slowly, his fingers eased out of Gannicus's hair, sliding down his spine. He came back to cradling his hip, buried deep in him. He could feel his thighs soaked with arousal, his stomach tense and burning with need.

Gannicus groaned low and slumped to the bed once Krem released his hair; he managed to keep his hips up, at least. His eyes drifted shut, a smile tugging at his mouth as Krem's fingers ran down his back.

It took him a moment to catch his breath, then reached back, touching Krem's thigh. "Your turn," he quipped, still a bit breathless.

Krem needed a moment as well, and he took the moment of Gannicus relaxing, catching his breath, to compose himself. It was only half effective. Slowly, he eased out of Gannicus. His fingers trailed over the cleft of his ass and then, unceremoniously, Krem collapsed onto the bed next to Gannicus.

He laid there a moment, shorts shifted up his thighs a bit, toy hard from his groin, and laughed breathlessly. Then, slowly, he arched his hips and peeled the shorts down his legs.

Gannicus grinned when the mattress moved under Krem's weight. He looked over at him, just enjoying the sight as he stripped his shorts off. His hand ran up Krem's thigh and his desire attempted to renew itself when he realized how aroused Krem was.

As soon as the shorts were gone, Gannicus found his way to Krem's cunt face first. He wanted to taste him, and all he could offer for the moment were tongue and fingers. "You're so wet," he breathed, almost in awe as his fingers slipped over his cunt, two pushing in as his tongue teased higher.

The choice of words spiked through Krem, dragged a noise out of him, because he hated it, even though it was true. He was wet to soaking, his cunt and his inner thighs, making a mess of himself, and all from the spectacle of fucking his lover.

So he said nothing. He could say nothing. Gannicus's mouth and fingers pressed word and thought and air from him, so all he was left with was a gasping desperation and squirming hips, fucking himself back toward those seeking fingers and tongue.

Gannicus lifted his head for a moment, just to watch Krem's face as he fucked himself onto his fingers. "Name desire and see it met, carrisime."

He leaned higher to kiss Krem - something missed when they couldn't face each other. The movement of Krem's hips urged his pace; Gannicus curled his hand, pressing the heel to Krem's clit, giving him more to thrust against.

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...?"

Gannicus nodded, took a moment to find words. "Break word if I push too far," he said, meeting Krem's gaze. He'd never worried about anything like that, but he'd also never been with anyone like Krem - with anyone that asked it of him. But how could he deny him anything? Especially when he felt desire toward it too.

He tried to stay focused despite the lewd, eager grind of Krem's cunt against his palm. Then he gave in. Gannicus pulled his fingers free and grabbed Krem, hauling him into a slick, bruising kiss.

Krem offered only a nod, could offer only a nod, before Gannicus was hauling him about as he wanted him. The kiss was rough and filthy and Krem excelled at it, scraping teeth and pressing until his jaw hurt a bit. His cunt squeezed for a moment and he whined against Gannicus's mouth, wanting something, anything inside him to fill that ache for him.

Gannicus pushed between Krem's legs, grabbing one thigh hard to pull it up against his hip. His cock, hard again, pressed against Krem's cunt but he was careful not to push in - not yet. He let go of Krem's thigh only to hit it, hard. He might have to turn him over just to see flesh bounce.

He left Krem's mouth in favor of his breast, catching a nipple between his lips for a hard suck, a bite, apparently intent on raising a bruise right there. And when he finished the first his mouth slid, finding another susceptible place. He wanted Krem to feel them for days, to see them and think of him.