At first, Thomas's touch was soft, barely there. He didn't want to touch the wrong place, to press against an area that Krem didn't want to be touched. Krem's guidance and his patience were enough to stop Thomas from being overly nervous and amazingly concerned about doing the wrong thing.

He swallowed and looked up at Krem as his hands moved, fingers feathering over the muscles now. They were hard and ropy, lean and long and Thomas found himself wondering how long it had taken Krem to become like this, so well defined and incredible to touch.

A laugh fell from his lips and he looked momentarily abashed before saying, "I'm not laughing at you, Fluffy, I promise. I just never though I'd be in this position right now and you feel -- you feel good."