Krem kept going. He didn't chuckle, though Thomas's enthusiastic response made his chest swell with warmth and desire. His hand kept moving slowly over him, exploring, feeling out how he felt through his jeans. He tilted and shifted his whole body a bit, until he was straddling one of Thomas's thighs. It was harder to let on how much the kissing, the touch, just being this close, affected him; saying the words felt silly.

"You can," he started, but his voice was rough, stuttering, and he had to sigh for a moment. His hips rocked a little against Thomas's thigh, even though all he was doing was rubbing between his legs. He tried again, "You can pull up my binder--my undershirt--if you want to touch me?"