Krem hadn't pulled away from him so Thomas guessed (hoped) that he was doing this all right, that he wasn't so bad at kissing that Krem would pull back and look at him gently before telling him what he'd done wrong.

Krem wasn't doing any of that. Krem's mouth was still sealed over his and Thomas couldn't breathe. He didn't want to breathe and he wanted Krem to be closer to him if that was all possible.

The hand in Krem's hair ventured down, fingers curling in the top of Krem's shirt before letting go and smoothing the fabric down so his hand could continue down the line of Krem's spine while his mouth moved against Krem's, tongue occasionally questing out tentatively but growing more bold each time.