The tentative, almost nervous touches, exploratory touches sparked fires under Krem's skin. He leaned into each and every one. Thomas's fingers tripped and tracked across his torso, down his sides and stomach, back up his ribs to his breasts.

As Thomas touched and explored, Krem let himself be equal parts bold and nervous again, kissing at Thomas's jaw and neck, opening Thomas's fly with a cautious deliberation. The noise of his fly sinking down seemed to fill all the space between their breathing. He shivered, even though he felt overly warm.

He slipped his hand into the front of Thomas's jeans. The angle was a bit odd, his wrist tilted too much to do much more than feel the warmth and the shape under his palm and fingers, but it made him sigh ecstatically against Thomas's skin.