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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 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)

Krem hummed and nuzzled at Gannicus as he pulled him close. He pressed against him, soft and warm and pleasantly nude, and he cupped Gannicus's cheek affectionately.

"How can I help to turn you mind to happier thoughts?"

He smiled, cradling Krem's cheek. "Seeing you is enough," he murmured, leaning to press into another kiss. "Your voice is balm to aching wound." So was the warm vitality of Krem's skin against his, the beat of his heart, the soft sound of his breathing.

"How long will you be in hospital?"

"You're sure?" Krem kissed Gannicus again and pressed in closer, until he could push Gannicus onto his back and climb across his lap. He settled, warm and heavy and reassuring, their naked bodies close together.

"Only a day in the hospital," he said, kissing over Gannicus's cheeks and down to his jaw, his neck. "Then a week abed, then several weeks with minimal movement and work. I'm going to go mad."

Gannicus relaxed onto his back as Krem slid on top of him. He smiled, hands running over Krem's strong thighs. He tipped his head up into the sweet, wandering kisses. He chuckles. "You are stronger than that, carrissime. We will keep you entertained while you heal."

Krem hummed a little, continuing his gentle, reassuring administration of kisses. He smoothed his fingers gently over Gannicus's broad shoulders, gripping at him gently. "I'm sure I'll become very good at board games and chess over a month."

"You will have to teach me. That might take the whole of your recovery." Krem's tender touching and kissing helped ease his mind from his worries. His hand slid to cradle Krem's cheek, guiding him into another kiss.

"I'd certainly be alright with that," Krem said, kissing Gannicus sweetly. He would miss the close, physical intimacy of fucking for the time of his recovery, but this--tender kisses, slow touch, just being with Gannicus, or any of his lovers--that was not restricted, and he relished that he would still have that.

The risk, of course, was what it was now: Krem let the kiss deepen, pressed himself closer, and shivered with desire.

Gannicus smiled under Krem's lips; he relished these moments, quiet and tender and loving. Then he felt Krem shift, the kiss changed and Gannicus wrapped his arms around him, holding him tighter, closer. He opened his mouth to the kiss, eagerly tasting as his hands slid down Krem's sides in a firm caress. He caught his hips, pulled them together.

"You won't be able to get away with this for a month," he teased before pressing into another kiss. "Will I need to keep ice nearby, carrissime?"

"You say as if the ice would stop me," Krem murmured against Gannicus's mouth, turning a grin up against him. They knew, for a fact, the reactions he had to cool.

He rolled his hips, slow and as subtle as he could when he was this close to Gannicus. He felt flush, needy. If he was not going to be able to do this for over a month, he would have all he could have now.

Gannicus kissed him again, unable to keep the smile from his mouth. "It would be worth the attempt." His voice came out edged in a moan as Krem moved his hips. "Are you ready again, carrissime?"

One hand slid over Krem's ass and between his thighs, fingers teasing over his cunt from behind.

Krem sighed, but it was more of a groan. He arched is back a little, hoping to cant his hips and give more access to his cunt. He was already going slick, just from their closeness and kissing. "I am always ready, carissime," he murmured. "You need only decide when and how you want me."

Gannicus pushed his fingers as deep as he could - the angle meant he couldn't get too far, but that made it far easier to tease Krem with shallow touches. "Ride me?" He grinned up at Krem and gave an upward nudge of his hips.

The touch was certainly a tease, not quite deep or enough, just a coaxing pressure. Krem sighed, which turned into a soft moan as Gannicus nudged his hips up and his cock rubbed lewdly against his cunt.

"Condom," he murmured. Soon--not soon enough--he would not have to worry about such things with these people he was closest with. For now, he had to do his best to be careful.

Gannicus stretched, reached to find the condoms. He grabbed one and pat Krem's thigh to coax him up, just long enough to roll the latex over his cock. He didn't mind - it was for Krem's sake, and that made it worth the effort. "There," he breathed.

Krem lifted up only long enough for Gannicus to slip the condom on his cock. On the way back down, he guided Gannicus into him. It was a slow, aching press, settling only when he had Gannicus so far deep in him that he could go no further.

"Fuck, carissime."