Even though he'd felt Peter coming, he still inhaled a little, surprised by the sudden attention, in a good way. Peter's warmth and presence, each time they did this, was confident and reassuring, and that helped Krem be confident in turn. He tilted his head a little bit to allowed the attention to his neck, his belly fluttering slightly when Peter reached under his shirt.

There was cheap lace underneath, not skin like at the spa or his stays like he might normally have worn. He still hadn't turned in anything for better clothes, but the vending machine had gotten him something good enough to wear, a treat for them both. It was still concealed under his clothes, but Peter could still feel the fabric of the bodysuit.

"Once it's ready to cook, we'll have an hour or two," Krem said, the implication that they weren't quite there managing to come through. He brought a hand up to Peter's and slowly guided it down between his legs. "But you could start...warming things up."