The longer they kissed, the closer Krem's kisses slipped more toward headiness, toward a needier press. Thomas's fingers moved from his hair to his back, and a soft noise slipped out of him that he couldn't control, but that he was momentarily embarrassed to let out. A shiver chased down his spine after Thomas's fingers, arching his back up catlike, pressing his hips down just a touch.

"Sorry," he breathed, still close, their lips brushing. His skin felt warm all over. He wasn't sure if he ought to pull back or not, if he ought to slow down or stop.

Krem ran his nails, very gently, against Thomas's scalp, staying where he was, pressed in so close against. Thomas's body was warm too, his breath heavy, heart rapid this close. They were tangled together, so close, and Krem didn't want things to seem too fast or soon, but Thomas's hand felt warm and heavily right where it sat on his back.