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[god_of_the_arena]

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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[krempuff]

The whole sight of it was amazing, almost ghosting sensation, definitely sinking heat up his spine and down again into his belly. He felt desperately wet already.

He gave Gannicus's hair a gentle, but authoritative tug, using a voice he reserved most generally for unruly mercenary and never for lovers as he growled down at him, "I never said you could touch me like that, carissime. Behave with your hands, or I'll have to punish you."

[god_of_the_arena]

Gannicus shivered as pleasant shocks shot down his back from his scalp. The voice, the tone, might have earned an entirely irreverent laugh if his mouth had not been full of cock. Behave never came naturally. And a secret part of him thrilled at the strange freedom of being under another's command.

It provided clarity.

He bobbed his head, drawing back with a suck as offered apology. His fingers moved from their illicit place, hand settling safely across Krem's ass.

[krempuff]

Being listened to should not have thrilled him so much. It was a balancing act. Krem scrubbed the tips of his fingers against Gannicus's scalp, but kept his hair tangled around his knuckles, so the grip was tight and secure.

He pulled him back, off the toy, and admired the spit on his lips for a moment. It was easy to bump, filthy and pushy, against his lips and cheek for a moment, before he gripped the base of the toy and stroked up it once, twice.

"Is that all you want? To put your mouth to good use?"

[god_of_the_arena]

Gannicus eased back with Krem's pulling, and little smile tugging at his mouth at the slick slide of Krem's cock across his cheek, bumping against his mouth. His tongue flicked out to lick it one more time.

He looked up at Krem. "The rest of me will bend to your will as well. Speak desire and see it answered."

[krempuff]

It was as easy as that. Their desires to please each other had gone so quickly attuned that it was a simple thing for this accommodation to be a pleasant act for them both.

Krem bent down and kissed Gannicus, and then, with only a bit of force behind it, pushed him back on the bed.

"Spread for me."

[god_of_the_arena]

Gannicus flopped back with the push. He moved a bit higher on the bed and the command actually made him blush, just a bit. He trusted Krem though, more than the last person to say anything quite like that to him. His thighs parted in invitation and he lolled his head to keep an eye on Krem. He liked looking at him.

[krempuff]

The blush was a comely thing, made more so because Gannicus didn't often go dusty pink like that. Krem draped over him, having to arrange the toy a little so that he could nudge right up against Gannicus's cock. He rolled his hips, sighing. Then he stretched and grabbed the lube from the bedside table.

[god_of_the_arena]

He groaned quietly, hips lifting to grind them together as Krem leaned over him. The movement was easy and without thinking his hand found its way back to Krem's ass, pulling him into another lazy rock of his hips. As he stretched over him, Gannicus leaned to catch a nipple in his mouth, biting.

[krempuff]

Krem sighed at the brush of lips, at the edge of teeth. He continued to nudge and roll his hips against Gannicus's, pulling back only once he decided that he'd played enough.

It was with reluctance that Krem pulled back a bit from Gannicus, enough that he could see what he was doing in the beginning and not just by feel. His fingers were slick, and Gannicus's thighs felt so, so warm. Krem sank a single, over-slick finger into him slowly.

[god_of_the_arena]

Gannicus pouted when Krem pulled away, out of reach out his mouth. When he realized why, he felt a nervous, excited thrill. He let his head fall back, thighs relaxing further apart when a slick finger presses against him, then into him. His hips lift in a faint jerk - it felt cold - but soon enough he settled down again and he lolled his head to watch Krem.

It felt fine, and he gave a lazy roll of his hips toward Krem's hand, encouraging. Maybe it was over-confidence, but this was good so far.

[krempuff]

Krem kept slow, knowing that the first bit could always, inevitably, be the easiest. But Gannicus opened around his finger so easily, so well, and Krem found himself shivering with anticipation, wishing he could just push into him like Gannicus was able to push into his cunt.

That wasn't an option here. He teased, then pressed in with a second slick finger, slow but insistent, curling his fingers in search of his sweet spot as he leaned down and kissed, bit at his chest.

[god_of_the_arena]

Gannicus made a quiet sound when the second finger went in - not protest, but he tensed for just a moment and-- and then Krem moved them, pressed them just so. Rather suddenly his hips jerked and he tried to keep Krem's fingers right where they were, because it felt good.

He moved toward Krem's touch, finally moving his hips again to encourage movement. His fingers push into Krem's hair, holding for a moment as lips and teeth teased his chest.

[krempuff]

"There it is," Krem breathed when Gannicus arched and squirmed. It was a lovely, radical sight. It thrilled in Krem. He was reminded of teasing and touching him that first time after they'd been out at the club, when they'd come back and he'd gone to knee and touched him like this so briefly. Now, instead of teasing, it was with promise.

He groaned softly as Gannicus managed to get lips and teeth on him again. That sank a shiver of light through him again as well, delightful, radiant. He scissored his fingers slowly, keeping his fingers against that sweet spot as best he could.

[god_of_the_arena]

Gannicus squirmed his hips when he felt the stretch but it wasn't bad - it didn't hurt, and the constant attention to that spot made him not care at all. He tried to touch some part of Krem at all times: his hair, his face, his arm. Any part he could reach without pulling away or making their position awkward.

He couldn't get over how eager he felt. He wanted Krem, wanted him inside him.

That desire was relatively new in his life.

[krempuff]

The ways that Gannicus moved, the way that he accommodated him and sought him out and wanted him sank heat and desire all through Krem. Krem was sure he had soaked his shorts by now; his thighs felt a little sticky.

He pushed in, slowly, with a third finger. The combined width of them was nearly the thickness of the toy. He stroked Gannicus slowly, soothingly. "Do you need it?"

[god_of_the_arena]

The third finger, somehow, felt easier. Gannicus tried to focus on what Krem was saying. He lolled his head, a grin flickering into place. Feeling more bold, he gave a firmer rock of his hips toward Krem's hand.

"Yes," he breathed. "You've kept me waiting all day." It came out as a tease edged in obvious desire. His cock throbbed at the thought of Krem being in him. "Cariad, please."

[krempuff]

It was that lilting plea, the raw need, that chewed the last bit of Krem's control away. He bent down and kissed Gannicus, easing his fingers out slowly before giving his lover's thigh a swift, stinging slap.

"Roll over, carissime," he murmured against Gannicus's mouth. "It will be easiest on hands and knees."

[god_of_the_arena]

Gannicus held him into the kiss only to laugh, jumping when Krem smacked his thigh. "Next time I would have added pleasure of watching your face," he said. A promise: there would be a next time. He grinned and kissed Krem again, all raw need and want, before they had to part. Their height difference was enough that it might be the last kiss until they finished.

He nudged Krem back and pulled forward a bit so he could turn without knocking into him. He let his knees slide apart on the bed and looked back at Krem. He trusted him.

[krempuff]

Krem let Gannicus arrange himself as he wished, so he was comfortable. The affection, the want, the statement of next time all eased Krem nearer and nearer an unspoken reassurance that all of this was not just because Krem had asked this of him. This was not just passing indulgence.

With a smile, Krem kissed a line up Gannicus's spine, draping over him. He pressed himself against the back of his thigh, gentle and promising, before he pulled himself away to slick the toy.

Just for the hell of it, he gave Gannicus a playful slap on the ass. There was not quite as much ass to jiggle as he himself had, but it was still very nice.

[god_of_the_arena]

Gannicus reached back as Krem leaned over him and trailed kisses, warm against his back. It felt good just to touch him, helped him find a warm center: this would be good. His fingers brushed Krem's thigh before he pulled away again.

The slap made him jump a bit and he laughed, turning his head to look at Krem, bright and fond. It was only fair given the number times he'd reveled in doing it to Krem.

[krempuff]

Krem grinned back, lazy and fond as well. He stroked his thumb over the curve of muscle, a reassurance and brace, as he slicked the toy and then, slowly, began to nudge in.

"Tell me how it is," he murmured. He could not feel it, after all, which always upset something in his chest a little, but was a manageable offense. Especially to watch how Gannicus's body took him as he eased in.

[god_of_the_arena]

He stayed still as Krem pushed in; it felt different, but thanks to Krem's careful preparation it wasn't uncomfortable. "I'm good," he breathed, reaching back to touch Krem's thigh, to hold him as much as he could in their position. Soon enough he felt Krem's hips press against him and he remembered to breathe.

"You're good, carissime." Gannicus rocked his hips back a bit, testing the feeling.

[krempuff]

There was the softest break in the middle of Gannicus's words and it hit Krem in the chest like a sack of bricks. He bent over Gannicus's back, kissing at his spine, staying pressed in and deep and mostly still as Gannicus squirmed and rolled his hips a little, adjusting to the feel of the toy.

[god_of_the_arena]

"Krem." His name came out as a plea. He wanted - needed - to feel him move. Gannicus tried to be more patient. He probably should be, right? "Don't stop," he urged. "I'm alright."

[krempuff]

That was it, the words he needed, the tone. Krem kept his lips against Gannicus's back for now, stayed draped over him with his hands now cradling Gannicus's hips. When he began to move, it was slow at first, adapting a rhythm to the way Gannicus breathed, the way he moved to meet him, the sound of their bodies together. It felt like a lifetime since he'd done this.