Thomas shifted again, trying not to be too selfish, too greedy with the movement of his hips. He was sensitive, he knew, because he hadn't done this sort of thing in his life (that he could remember). Any touch was liable to shoot right to his groin which could be both amazing or embarrassing.

Thomas nodded and spent a second or two focusing. He wanted to touch Krem, he did, but the dumb part of him, the part of him that had scant few memories and little to know experience felt suddenly shy about not knowing how to do that.

"I do. I wanna touch you," he mumbled, licking his lips and nodding. "Do I just pull it up like a regular tee shirt? I'm sorry. I've -- "

The only shirts he'd taken off before had been his own.