That was much better, that was something he could work with and he once again returned the kisses in kind, the lingering patience from before was gone, replaced with a near-desperate kind of hunger, wanting, needing more, but not about to let Ganymede up to get it just yet.

He could feel his own pulse thumping heavily in his joints, under his tongue, even behind his eyes in the best sort of way. The hand at the small of Ganymede's back slid down over the curve of his ass to hold there instead even as the one in his hair gripped just that much more tightly, applying another sharper tug of pressure on top of the steady pull already present. He'd noted the reaction earlier and wanted to see if he'd get the same again.