The noise, soft as it was, made Ganymede smile, humming as he curled his fingers around Nicky's waist, tugging one side of the lounge pants down far enough to expose the crest of a hipbone, moving his mouth there. He bit down just enough to leave a little temporary dent in Nicky's skin, shifting to kisses aiming to raise a hickey.

"You can be loud," he chuckled. "I like hearing it."