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Gannicus has been excited since the beach, for, he felt, obvious reasons. He stayed close to Krem for the walk back to his apartment, not minding it at all. It was an excuse for more touching, more teasing: for building anticipation.

It had been a long time since he'd enjoyed penetration or even had thought toward it. Under Batiatus's roof he had endured many things against his will, but thankfully, rarely, that.

With Krem it was different. He wanted him, and trusted him, and desire did not fade at the thought that Krem wanted to be inside of him. If anything, it swelled. When they got to Krem's door he crowded behind him, not at all helpful as he tried to unlock it.

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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.

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.

Gannicus lifted his head, used his body to push Krem's toward the center of the bed. He wrestled him into the position he wanted, moving until he had Krem pinned face down to the bed - he met resistance with more force, though he retained the faintest edge of care: this was a lover, not an opponent.

He used his weight to pin Krem down, knowing all too well that Krem could flip them both over if he desired to. He pressed against him from behind, put a hand on Krem's shoulder to press him down while the other landed firmly across his ass.

The struggling movements pressed heat and desire up into Krem, a steady balloon of desire from his slick cunt to the fuzzy noise around his mind. Gannicus was firm with him without being excessive or brutal. This was a moment he could trust.

He breathed, rough and needy, against the blankets as Gannicus slapped him. Subtly, he lifted his hips to show his ass off more, to display the way his cunt glistened with needy desire.

He hit Krem again, and he wanted nothing more than to push into him when he saw the peek of his cunt between his thighs. Gannicus made a low, frustrated sound. He needed a condom. With a growl he pulled away to grab what he needed - he was intimately familiar with where Krem kept all his supplies now. Once his cock was covered he returned to desired position, sliding it over Krem's cunt, a tease and a promise.

Gannicus leaned low over him, mouth against his ear. "Would you have me, carissime? Tell me." He wanted to hear that Krem wanted him, even if he had overwhelming evidence.

To feel Gannicus move away made Krem whine in a quiet protest, but he knew what the purpose was for, and that made his cunt twitch and pulse with desire. He couldn't deny that he needed it, so badly he could practically taste it.

When Gannicus returned to tease him like that, Krem moaned and wiggled back encouragingly. He nodded furiously, hectic and overwhelmed. Then, because it needed to be said, he told Gannicus, "Take me. Make me yours."

Hearing Krem's voice like that sent a heated spike through him. He grabbed Krem's hips, dragged them back to him as his own rolled forward. Gannicus reached down to guide his cock, to make sure the next time they moved he slid in. His head tipped back as he wallowed in that euphoria for just a moment.

He didn't wait and grabbed Krem's hips tightly, intent on leaving marks, as promised. He used his knees to push Krem's further apart and started moving, fucking him like he meant to put him through the mattress.

Krem managed a couple weak, huffing breaths in anticipation and then--and then. He was aroused enough that Gannicus slid into him with such ease, but it still made him moan. The rough grip on his hips made his eyes roll a little bit. His next breath was a disastrous moan as he swung his hips back to meet Gannicus's thrust, as his knees were knocked wide.

Gannicus leaned over him, pressing Krem to the bed. One hand planted to keep his position, the other kept punishing hold on Krem's hip, dragging him to meet every thrust. The obscene sound of their bodies meeting only served as fuel. His mouth brushed Krem's shoulder, his neck, leaving a trail of bites.

"I dream of this, carissime."

He pushed himself up and his hand smacked across Krem's ass, satisfied to see it move.

Krem could only whisper out a breathless sort of whine, a desperate noise as his body leaked, dripped with desire and need. His face flushed hot, embarrassed by how aroused he was to be treated like this, to be held down and struck and used. But it ached through him exactly as he wanted, it battered him perfectly, it drew him higher and higher.

"Pull out," he gasped, then swore. "I would use my mouth for you. Oh, fuck...!"

Gannicus pushed deep but stopped moving. His hand moved from Krem's hip, wrapping around to rub his clit.

"Before you come?" He gave one more thrust before he pulled out. He moved to roll Krem onto his back and leaned over him again, catching him in a slick, lewd kiss.

Krem moaned, all abandon, as Gannicus pushed in as deep as he could. His eyes rolled a bit, fluttering, overwhelmed by the sensation. He whimpered and pressed his face briefly into the sheets as Gannicus touched him, rubbing his clit, more teasing than anything else.

And then Gannicus was moving him. Krem sprawled out on his back, feeling empty and unsatisfied. He licked his lips, reaching out for Gannicus to draw him near, to draw him up his body.

Gannicus climbed higher with Krem's coaxing, until he was braced at the top of the bed, practically straddling Krem's head. He pushed his fingers into his hair. "Like this, carrisime?"

He grinned and rocked his hips forward, just to see his slick cock slide across Krem's cheek.

Krem stripped the condom off Gannicus urgently, even in the midst of him rocking lewdly against his cheek. He made no effort to properly catch him in his mouth, just opening his mouth obscenely and tilting his head in the general direction, moaning when he caught little tastes.

He groaned at the touch of Krem's mouth and reached down to guide himself, to try to slip past Krem's lips. "Carissime," he breathed, aching for release. He couldn't spare his other hand without pushing up - he wanted to keep his position looming over Krem.

The way Gannicus hovered over him, the way he looked down as he guided his cock past Krem's lips, it sank heat so swiftly through Krem that he whimpered for a moment. In comparison to moments before, when he'd been pressed so coarsely into the sheets, Gannicus was tender and gentle now. Krem brought his hands up to Gannicus's ass and slapped, once, as he looked up at him.

He'd asked to be taken. This was not different.

Gannicus grunted when Krem smacked his ass and answered by slapping Krem's cheek. "Apologies for taking time," he huffed, a laugh edging his voice. He gave a firmer thrust of his hips, building toward a steady, insistent pace. "Your mouth is perfect, cariad," he breathed. He gasped when he felt Krem's throat.

Krem's eyelashes fluttered in the wake of the slap. A shiver bolted through him. He relaxed, trying to find a good angle to take Gannicus at without sputtering, letting out a little whine when Gannicus was deep in him, cock brushing the back of his throat. He could feel his mouth getting messy, desperate; there was no control over the moment, except Gannicus working him like this.

It was easy to get lost in the feeling - the perfect, slick slide of Krem's mouth. Gannicus slid his hand, cradling the back of Krem's head to keep it at just the right angle. He murmured something in his native tongue, rough and urgent; he spoke Krem's name with a heavier accent.

Krem whimpered softly, eyes fluttered closed and cheeks all flushed with want. He dug his fingers into the meat of Gannicus's ass, an encouragement, while his other hand left him to fall between his own legs and haphazardly rub at his cunt.