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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]

"I'm not, I'm not," Krem murmured, assuring, almost desperate. The shift in Gannicus's shoulders was an aching, desirable temptation. Krem hitched up the speed of his hips a touch, pulling at Gannicus's hair a bit harder.

"Maker," he breathed, a touch of rapturous laughter and strain on the edge of his voice. "Carissime, you are amazing like this."

[god_of_the_arena]

Another low, eager sound tore from him when Krem gave a firmer yank on his hair. "You feel good," he gasped out. "Cariad, I'll come like this." His voice came out edged in another moan; he nearly dropped his head, running into the resistance of Krem's grasp. It was perfect. Gannicus tightened his fingers slightly around his own cock, giving him more to thrust through as Krem's pace forced his hips forward.

[krempuff]

The noises were sweet and tempting in all their deep neediness. Krem didn't let up on a bit of his attention, trying to wring more sound, more pleasure out of Gannicus as he moved, as he drove Gannicus toward that peak.

His thighs were shaking, a slight tremor of desire that started in the small of his back and wound down to his knees as he kept moving.

"Do it," he said, bending low to brush his lips and teeth on Gannicus's skin. "I want you tight around me, carissime."

[god_of_the_arena]

Krem's encouragement, his insistence, was almost enough to make it happen. Gannicus rolled his hips back, meeting every firm thrust of Krem's hips, rocking between his hand and Krem's cock until something delicious snapped through him. He came with a low, sharp moan, like it had been startled out of him by the sudden, perfect intensity of it. He tightened around Krem for a moment, arched as he rode out the feeling. It was different, and it was so fucking good.

[krempuff]

Krem shuffled a sigh out, his hips slowly slightly in response to the resistance of Gannicus's body, but he fucked him through it, sliding his hip down to thread his fingers against Gannicus's and stroke him through as well.

Slowly, his fingers eased out of Gannicus's hair, sliding down his spine. He came back to cradling his hip, buried deep in him. He could feel his thighs soaked with arousal, his stomach tense and burning with need.

[god_of_the_arena]

Gannicus groaned low and slumped to the bed once Krem released his hair; he managed to keep his hips up, at least. His eyes drifted shut, a smile tugging at his mouth as Krem's fingers ran down his back.

It took him a moment to catch his breath, then reached back, touching Krem's thigh. "Your turn," he quipped, still a bit breathless.

[krempuff]

Krem needed a moment as well, and he took the moment of Gannicus relaxing, catching his breath, to compose himself. It was only half effective. Slowly, he eased out of Gannicus. His fingers trailed over the cleft of his ass and then, unceremoniously, Krem collapsed onto the bed next to Gannicus.

He laid there a moment, shorts shifted up his thighs a bit, toy hard from his groin, and laughed breathlessly. Then, slowly, he arched his hips and peeled the shorts down his legs.

[god_of_the_arena]

Gannicus grinned when the mattress moved under Krem's weight. He looked over at him, just enjoying the sight as he stripped his shorts off. His hand ran up Krem's thigh and his desire attempted to renew itself when he realized how aroused Krem was.

As soon as the shorts were gone, Gannicus found his way to Krem's cunt face first. He wanted to taste him, and all he could offer for the moment were tongue and fingers. "You're so wet," he breathed, almost in awe as his fingers slipped over his cunt, two pushing in as his tongue teased higher.

[krempuff]

The choice of words spiked through Krem, dragged a noise out of him, because he hated it, even though it was true. He was wet to soaking, his cunt and his inner thighs, making a mess of himself, and all from the spectacle of fucking his lover.

So he said nothing. He could say nothing. Gannicus's mouth and fingers pressed word and thought and air from him, so all he was left with was a gasping desperation and squirming hips, fucking himself back toward those seeking fingers and tongue.

[god_of_the_arena]

Gannicus lifted his head for a moment, just to watch Krem's face as he fucked himself onto his fingers. "Name desire and see it met, carrisime."

He leaned higher to kiss Krem - something missed when they couldn't face each other. The movement of Krem's hips urged his pace; Gannicus curled his hand, pressing the heel to Krem's clit, giving him more to thrust against.

[krempuff]

Krem sighed more than moaned, at the offer of anything and at Gannicus's slick mouth coming up to his. He flushed a little to taste himself, rocking his hips down on Gannicus's fingers, his palm, fucking himself obscenely.

"Treat me roughly," he whispered against Gannicus's mouth. It was not the first time he'd requested it from him, but requesting it always made him nervous, like Gannicus would say no. "Leave me marked. Use me. Maker, carissime, please...?"

[god_of_the_arena]

Gannicus nodded, took a moment to find words. "Break word if I push too far," he said, meeting Krem's gaze. He'd never worried about anything like that, but he'd also never been with anyone like Krem - with anyone that asked it of him. But how could he deny him anything? Especially when he felt desire toward it too.

He tried to stay focused despite the lewd, eager grind of Krem's cunt against his palm. Then he gave in. Gannicus pulled his fingers free and grabbed Krem, hauling him into a slick, bruising kiss.

[krempuff]

Krem offered only a nod, could offer only a nod, before Gannicus was hauling him about as he wanted him. The kiss was rough and filthy and Krem excelled at it, scraping teeth and pressing until his jaw hurt a bit. His cunt squeezed for a moment and he whined against Gannicus's mouth, wanting something, anything inside him to fill that ache for him.

[god_of_the_arena]

Gannicus pushed between Krem's legs, grabbing one thigh hard to pull it up against his hip. His cock, hard again, pressed against Krem's cunt but he was careful not to push in - not yet. He let go of Krem's thigh only to hit it, hard. He might have to turn him over just to see flesh bounce.

He left Krem's mouth in favor of his breast, catching a nipple between his lips for a hard suck, a bite, apparently intent on raising a bruise right there. And when he finished the first his mouth slid, finding another susceptible place. He wanted Krem to feel them for days, to see them and think of him.

[krempuff]

Krem squirmed, not specifically resisting, but putting up a good show of pretending it. It made the wrestling a bit more intense, the filthy press of their bodies, the slap on his thigh that tore a moan out of him.

Gannicus's teeth, his mouth, on his breasts tore noise from him too. He wound his fingers into Gannicus's hair and tugged, only a bit gently. There was no effort to displace him. He rubbed his knees against Gannicus's ribs and let his legs splay slowly apart, inviting, tempting.

[god_of_the_arena]

Gannicus lifted his head, used his body to push Krem's toward the center of the bed. He wrestled him into the position he wanted, moving until he had Krem pinned face down to the bed - he met resistance with more force, though he retained the faintest edge of care: this was a lover, not an opponent.

He used his weight to pin Krem down, knowing all too well that Krem could flip them both over if he desired to. He pressed against him from behind, put a hand on Krem's shoulder to press him down while the other landed firmly across his ass.

[krempuff]

The struggling movements pressed heat and desire up into Krem, a steady balloon of desire from his slick cunt to the fuzzy noise around his mind. Gannicus was firm with him without being excessive or brutal. This was a moment he could trust.

He breathed, rough and needy, against the blankets as Gannicus slapped him. Subtly, he lifted his hips to show his ass off more, to display the way his cunt glistened with needy desire.

[god_of_the_arena]

He hit Krem again, and he wanted nothing more than to push into him when he saw the peek of his cunt between his thighs. Gannicus made a low, frustrated sound. He needed a condom. With a growl he pulled away to grab what he needed - he was intimately familiar with where Krem kept all his supplies now. Once his cock was covered he returned to desired position, sliding it over Krem's cunt, a tease and a promise.

Gannicus leaned low over him, mouth against his ear. "Would you have me, carissime? Tell me." He wanted to hear that Krem wanted him, even if he had overwhelming evidence.

[krempuff]

To feel Gannicus move away made Krem whine in a quiet protest, but he knew what the purpose was for, and that made his cunt twitch and pulse with desire. He couldn't deny that he needed it, so badly he could practically taste it.

When Gannicus returned to tease him like that, Krem moaned and wiggled back encouragingly. He nodded furiously, hectic and overwhelmed. Then, because it needed to be said, he told Gannicus, "Take me. Make me yours."

[god_of_the_arena]

Hearing Krem's voice like that sent a heated spike through him. He grabbed Krem's hips, dragged them back to him as his own rolled forward. Gannicus reached down to guide his cock, to make sure the next time they moved he slid in. His head tipped back as he wallowed in that euphoria for just a moment.

He didn't wait and grabbed Krem's hips tightly, intent on leaving marks, as promised. He used his knees to push Krem's further apart and started moving, fucking him like he meant to put him through the mattress.

[krempuff]

Krem managed a couple weak, huffing breaths in anticipation and then--and then. He was aroused enough that Gannicus slid into him with such ease, but it still made him moan. The rough grip on his hips made his eyes roll a little bit. His next breath was a disastrous moan as he swung his hips back to meet Gannicus's thrust, as his knees were knocked wide.

[god_of_the_arena]

Gannicus leaned over him, pressing Krem to the bed. One hand planted to keep his position, the other kept punishing hold on Krem's hip, dragging him to meet every thrust. The obscene sound of their bodies meeting only served as fuel. His mouth brushed Krem's shoulder, his neck, leaving a trail of bites.

"I dream of this, carissime."

He pushed himself up and his hand smacked across Krem's ass, satisfied to see it move.

[krempuff]

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...!"

[god_of_the_arena]

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.

[krempuff]

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.