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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 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."

Gannicus watched, hands braced on Krem's thighs as he sank down. His breath caught when their bodies fully met and he rocked his hips, as if he might sink deeper still. His eyes raked up Krem's body, drinking in the sight of him. Then he grinned and smacked his ass. "Must I still make greater effort?" he teased.

Krem allowed himself the adjustment, the quiet, of being fully settled. When Gannicus slapped him, he laughed. He shifted his hands up to Gannicus's shoulders and pinned him there, a light, escapable promise.

He moved his hips. First a grind, then a slow bounce. He wanted Gannicus to stay this deep.

The grind of their hips forced a low moan from him and he gripped Krem's hip tighter, holding on for the ride rather than trying to guide it - especially since Krem now had his shoulders pinned. The position gave him the perfect view of Krem's face. He murmured something in his native tongue before trying to pull Krem down into a kiss.

Krem allowed the kiss a moment, though it made the shift of his hips more awkward and left him feeling vulnerably open for a moment. That was a silly thought. There was no one here but the two of them.

After a moment of kissing, he pulled back a little to bounce a bit more fiercely. He tugged Gannicus gently to sitting up rather than lounging on his back, tempted him with the curve of a breast close to his lips.

He moved with Krem's prompting, leaned up until he could catch Krem's nipple in his mouth, giving hard suck, wanting to leave a mark. He wrapped an arm around Krem's waist, just to feel the way his body moved.

That was incentive enough to keep new position. He tried to meet Krem, rocking his hips up every time he bounced down. "Carrissime," he moaned against his breast.

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The rough treatment to his nipple made Krem squeal. He squirmed and thrashed a little, panting as the dull ache of pleasure sank low, low, low in his belly. He could feel himself on the edge already, and he refused to hold himself back. If he was going to be easy about his pleasure, than he was going to take as much pleasure as he could get.

Gannicus fumbled blindly until he found their lubricant. He slicked his fingers; they slipped over Krem's hip as he reached behind him, teasing his hole as much as he could without interrupting Krem's rhythm. He waited for permission, kept his mouth busy sucking another bruise higher on Krem's breast.

Krem sighed at the touch. On his next rock down, he angled his hips, relaxing, taking Gannicus's finger far more easily than he would have expected. It rocked a moan out of him in place of that sigh.

"Maker, please," he murmured, arching his back a bit, pressing his chest closer to Gannicus's seeking, filthy mouth.

Gannicus moaned against Krem's skin, let his finger slide deeper the next time Krem rocked his hips. He gave a firm push of his hips, urging him on. "Can you take another, carrissime?" he breathed, words slurred against Krem's breast. He managed to pick his head up more, wanting to see Krem's face as he arched and rocked above him.

"Yes," Krem breathed out, arching and squirming. He kept his movements more shallow for now, leaning forward to put a hand against the wall above the bed to brace himself. He could take another, but the first felt thick and overwhelming. He worried he'd come.

He adjusted their position a little to make both their efforts easier. He waited a moment, watching Krem to be sure before he pushed a second finger into him. "There," he breathed. Gannicus leaned, caching Krem in a brief, lewd kiss. He couldn't hold to it, too eager to feel Krem moving above him, against him.

Krem moaned against the kiss, leaning down close. When Gannicus pulled away, Krem bowed his head down, stooping low as he rocked back on his cock, his fingers. It all felt lewd, overwhelming. He wondered if Gannicus could feel himself when he filled both holes like that.

"You feel so good, carissime," he whispered.

"You," he retorted, the most he could manage as he sank into a delicious haze.

He could sort of feel his fingers, feel an extra tightness the pressure caused. He kissed Krem again, fleeting, eager. "Don't stop," he urged, nipping at Krem's mouth. "I want to feel you, cariad." It was going to be a while after this; he wanted to savor it.

"I'm not," Krem assured. He couldn't dream of it. His cunt was slick and over-hot, and his ass felt filled and obscene. Some twisted little part of him wondered what it would be like to have two cocks in him at once. He shivered and leaned down to Gannicus again. He fucked himself back on cock and fingers, whining against Gannicus's mouth.

Gannicus kissed him, tongue darting out of a taste as Krem rode him. "I'm going to come, carrissime." Maybe it wasn't imminent, but he wanted to voice warning. His free hand ran over Krem's thigh, up his body to grab and knead his breast. He adjusted beneath Krem so that he could thrust up to meet him every time rocked back.

"Maker, you had better," Krem said with a sweet laugh that fell into a moan. He covered Gannicus's hand on his breast, riding back on each of Gannicus's thrusts. All his other sounds fell to soft, needy noise, desperation as he tried to shift to just the right angle to get them both off.

Gannicus gripped Krem's thigh tighter and soon his hips grew more insistent, fucking up to meet every roll of Krem's. He tried to hold them together, tried to grind against Krem as he came with a sudden, sharp moan. "Fuck, carrissime," he hissed, resisting the urge to roll them over - he enjoyed this view too much to sacrifice it, even in this delicious urgency.