The couch was, maybe, not built for two people to lay on top of each other and kiss like this. Krem couldn't help wanting to shift around a little bit, but his only real place to go was off the couch entirely, and that didn't seem like too much fun. He didn't want to pull back from kissing again and risk losing this heat, this momentum they had at the moment.

Slowly, he shifted a little bit, moving his hands around, himself, trying to find that comfortable position again against Thomas's body and against the sofa, all without having to stop kissing him. Thomas's fingers were hot, teasing touch, still on skin, but pressing up toward his binder and working higher, over the taut material.

Krem slid a hand slowly, cautiously, up the inside of Thomas's thigh, up between his legs. He shifted his lips down to Thomas's throat, kissing at his pulse. "Is this alright?"