"If you'd like to," Krem murmured, still bold enough to say so at the moment, maybe more so because of the way that Thomas was looking at him. There was a small, cautious sort of worry, the nervousness that came with the unknown.

He picked up Thomas's hands again, this time to bring them up to his mouth, and he kissed his fingertips gently, lingering softly on each one. After he'd kissed each finger and both of his thumbs, he slid Thomas's hands down. Down his chin and neck and to the swell of his chest--the firmness of muscle, but the softness that remained of his femininity.