Thomas's lips, even more than his hands, were a static sort of electricity, a needful sensation that jolted from Krem's skin where they brushed--soft and gentle and led by his nuzzling, lightly dampened from his tongue, and so, so warm--and down, down, straight between his legs.
He shifted his hand a little, too nervous to touch skin but able to feel all the warmth of him as he whimpered softly in his throat. His back arched, pressing his chest closer to Thomas's mouth as his thighs trembled slightly.
"Oh, Maker." The words came out a ragged, messy sort of thing, barely a whisper, barely a breath. He moved his hand along Thomas as best he could inside his jeans, squeezed his fingers on him, tried to find a good angle that would feel nice for him the whole way through. His other hand buried in Thomas's hair, guiding his head gently until a nipple slipped against Thomas's lips and he let out a shuddering, desirous whine. "Maker, Thomas..."
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He shifted his hand a little, too nervous to touch skin but able to feel all the warmth of him as he whimpered softly in his throat. His back arched, pressing his chest closer to Thomas's mouth as his thighs trembled slightly.
"Oh, Maker." The words came out a ragged, messy sort of thing, barely a whisper, barely a breath. He moved his hand along Thomas as best he could inside his jeans, squeezed his fingers on him, tried to find a good angle that would feel nice for him the whole way through. His other hand buried in Thomas's hair, guiding his head gently until a nipple slipped against Thomas's lips and he let out a shuddering, desirous whine. "Maker, Thomas..."