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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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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."

"See to every need, lovingly. Chastely," he insisted, bumping his forehead against Krem's. "Until it is safe to ravish each other again." He smiled and kissed Krem again, lingering. "And see that you follow orders."

Krem nuzzled and lingered in the kiss as well. He cupped Gannicus's cheek and would stay there as long as he was able. He smiled, settling into this warm closeness. "I would know that you're taken care of when I'll be abed. But all your...chaste attention will be gladly accepted."

Gannicus smiled. "Do not worry over me." He kissed Krem sweetly, licked briefly into his mouth to taste him. It was so easy to settle together, to hold Krem against him and find comfort in his warmth, in the steady beat of heart and quiet sound of breathing. "Will you sleep, cariad?"

Krem opened his mouth to the kiss, moaning softly at the gentle, loving possession of it. When they pulled apart, Krem sighed contentedly, though he still worried. He would not have Gannicus be lonesome in this place; he hoped that he wasn't.

He stripped off his swim top and cast it aside, leaving him naked in Gannicus's arms. "I'll doze, at least. I think you might have actually tired me out a little."

"Rest," he urged gently, settling back with Krem held to him. Gannicus was, maybe, pleased with himself if it was true he had tired Krem out. He knew how little he slept some nights.

He ended up dozing off for a while after Krem closed his eyes, but before long he woke. As Krem slept, Gannicus's mind fell to brooding - thoughts he dedicated considerable time to keeping at bay. But he was sober, and he would not move for fear of disturbing Krem's rest. So instead he watched him, taking in the peace on his face.

Soon he would have surgery, and Gannicus could not help but worry. How many had loved him and found unlucky, violent end? The thought that Krem could find similar fate haunted him.

Krem dozed, longer than he had expected. When he roused, it was a slow thing. He ached, extremely pleasantly, and the ache reminded him that Gannicus might as well, and that he ought to assure that Gannicus was alright with what they had done, and that they didn't have to do it again, now that the indulgence had passed. It had not felt like indulgence, though, with Gannicus's quiet, building enthusiasm and the way he'd come apart.

He opened his eyes slowly, slightly, and found himself looking up at Gannicus's unsleeping face and worried brow. For a moment, he lay very still, trying to puzzle out this melancholy. It was not the first time he'd seen it, but the first he'd seen of it so close to him.

Krem found one of Gannicus's hands and touched it. His voice was sleep-rough. "What is it, carissime?"

Gannicus put on a smile, small though it was, when he realized Krem was awake. His fingers slid over Krem's, lacing together in a gentle squeeze. "Troubled thoughts," he admitted. "And wine too far to keep them away. A burden you need not shoulder."

He leaned down to kiss him, attempting to offer some reassurance.

Krem kissed back for a moment, soft, still sleepy. He squeezed Gannicus's hand. He knew he was being distracted, and he wasn't sure he liked that, but he did like the kissing, which left him in a conflict.

Finally, he leaned back from the kiss a little, nestling down into the bed.

"It's a burden I would help you carry. You're not alone, are you? I'm right here."

Gannicus looked down, watching him for a moment before his gaze lowered to the sheets beneath them. "Everyone I have held to heart has died. Often in my sight."

Melitta, Oenomaus, Attius, Saxa. The list grew depressingly long if he added those he counted as friends and brothers. But those - those had been the closest to him.

"Ill fate follows loving me. I fear the loss of you just as I have found you."

Krem slid his fingers away from Gannicus's gentle grasp and cupped his cheek, encouraging him to look up and at him again. He wanted to meet his eyes, as reassuring as he could be.

"No ill fate has followed here," he murmured. He pulled him down for a sweet, chaste kiss. "You will not lose me."

He held Krem's gaze, concerned and hopeful all at once. He leaned into the kiss, taking the comfort offered. "If I thought the gods heard, I would pray," he murmured. Maybe he would do it anyway, just in case. Melitta had believed, maybe that was enough.

"I don't know if the gods or the Maker have anything to do with it," Krem said gently. Now, he smiled, as reassuring as he could manage when he worried for Gannicus like this. "I'm too damned stubborn to leave. You'll never be rid of me now."

Gently he turned his arm, flashing the inked knot for Gannicus. "And I'll never be rid of you, either."

Gannicus smiled small and brushed his hand over the dark knot. He leaned to kiss him again, lingering sweetly. "I would have it no other way, carrissime."

He kissed Krem again and pulled him closer. "I will endeavor to turn mind from worry." Krem was going to have surgery, and everything would be fine.

Edited 2016-09-12 03:51 (UTC)