Thomas shivered and he knew it was from a combination of his hands on Krem's chest and Krem's finger against his pants, against his fly. His breathing came out raggedly and he shook his head at himself, laughing again.

"Keep going," he murmured, giving permission even if Krem hadn't asked for it. His hands roamed down towards Krem's hips, wanting to touch all the skin that he could see. His fingers passed over fading bruises, skimmed dimples and moles before moving back up towards Krem's chest.

He knew what he wanted to touch and what he wanted to touch was right there in front of him. He'd avoided Krem's breasts up until now but no more. He finally reached to touch the soft, soft skin and shivered again.