Thomas's answer came in the form of a sharp inhale and a scrape of fingernails against Krem's back. That was a new touch to him and it ignited something in him that he'd only felt once or twice when he'd been alone. It wasn't as bright as it was now though, wasn't as heady.

He nodded hurriedly lest Krem get the wrong idea from his reaction. It was all right, it was more than all right. He could even feel the desire of his hips wanting to wiggle closer, shift up towards Krem's hand.

Thomas blew out a breath and managed to croak out a, "Yeah, that's all right. Keep -- keep going."