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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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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.

Gannicus tried to look down to see what Krem's hand was doing. His cock pulsed at the sight, the full image of Krem desperately rubbing himself while sucking his cock. He abruptly pulled back, adjusted his position so that he straddled Krem's chest. His cock rubbed between Krem's breasts before he got hold of himself to stroke.

He watched Krem's face as he came, hard, across his chest.

The movement back from his mouth shuffled a long, shuddering breath out of him. He squirmed on the bed even as Gannicus resettled, pinning him at the ribs. It was hard to move his arm, his hand, now; he sank his fingers into himself, just as Gannicus came in messy streaks across his breasts.

"Oh, fuck," he breathed, voice tumultuous and wrecked. His cunt throbbed around his fingers.

Gannicus gave himself just a moment to catch his breath. When he moved it was to wrestle them into a new position. He ended up with one of Krem's legs thrown over his shoulder, held there, as his free hand ran over his cunt. He pressed his fingers in, fucking him as he leaned in, mouth covering Krem's clit so he could work it with his tongue, tease and suck and toy.

The reprieve was necessary. It heightened everything, when Gannicus pushed and shoved him into the position he wanted. Krem's fingers slipped out of his cunt, but Gannicus's fingers were right there to fill him back up.

He groaned, arching his back and pressing his hips against Gannicus's seeking, teasing mouth. His mouth fell open, wrecked with noise and need. He fisted his fingers into Gannicus's hair almost immediately

Krem's voice, the fingers tight in his hair, only served as desperate encouragement. His hand moved quickly, roughly, urging the frantic answering grind of Krem's hips. He lifted his head to mark Krem's thigh in bites and sucked bruises; his hand curved until the heel pressed against his clit, giving him something to grind and press against while Gannicus's mouth was otherwise occupied.

The shift of Gannicus's mouth from cunt to thigh was almost too much. It didn't take very much of that filthy, rough attention before his cunt started to flutter, squeeze, at the fingers fucking him so roughly. Krem arched, panting, going flush as he felt the mess he made against Gannicus's hand and around his fingers.

Gannicus pressed his cheek to Krem's thigh, watching his face as his cunt squeezes around his fingers. He works him through it, drinking in the sight of him arching, blushing, an utter, beautiful fucking mess beneath his touch. He buried his fingers deep and leaned over Krem to kiss him, belatedly dropping Krem's thigh from his shoulder.

The not-quite-gentle fullness of having Gannicus's fingers still inside him when he leaned up for that kiss made Krem shiver and moan. He only barely let his leg slide away, a filthy sprawl of his thighs to either side of Gannicus's hips. His breath rattled around in his chest. He squirmed a little.

Gannicus smiled against Krem's mouth before he lifted his head. "Do you need more?" he asked as he shifted his fingers inside Krem, pressing against him. He kissed him again, lingering, tasting.

"Always," Krem said with a lazy groan. He shifted his hips a little, settling the feeling of Gannicus moving his fingers. But now that the urgency had passed, he was content with lazy, lingering affection and Gannicus's sweet, gentle mouth.

Playfully, smiling, he murmured against Gannicus's mouth, "Quit being so fucking good at this. I'm going to go mad."

"How can I lose skill when practice is so encouraged?" Gannicus gave a few more lazy strokes before he slid his fingers free and settled between Krem's thighs. He drew him into another kiss, smiling. "I will see you back to shores of sanity," he promised between tender touches.

This slow relaxation, a come down of their passions, soothed Krem at all his edges. He thought, maybe, he might rest like this. It would be very nice, as it ever was, to doze next to and under his lover.

He kissed Gannicus lazily now, still moving his hips just a little.

Gannicus kept his fingers buried for a moment longer; when he finally slipped them free, he pulled Krem to him, holding him while they kissed.

As good as the sex was, these were his favorite moments: the quiet, sweet ones he could indulge in after.

Krem groaned softly as Gannicus pulled his fingers away, leaving him empty and bereft. He curled in against him, content, smiling, as he kissed Gannicus slowly and deeply.

"What will you do," Krem murmured with a smile, "while I'm in recovery from surgery, hm? You'll have live without my cunt or ass for over a month."