With Krem's guidance, Thomas's mouth slipped against and then over one of Krem's nipples, tongue flicking out gently and then slightly firmer. It was a different taste, a different sensation and Thomas meant to keep doing it because he wanted to hear Krem's voice like that again.
His body betrayed him though. He hadn't really been paying that much attention to himself and he should have been before Krem's fingers, the touch and press and stroking, even through his boxers was too much for him.
He moaned against Krem's chest and then smothered a shout against a patch of skin right above Krem's nipple. His hips bucked against Krem's hand and that was when Thomas knew what was happening.
He couldn't stop it, the combination of Krem's fingers, his voice, the fact that Krem was on his lap without a shirt and the friction of fabric against his cock made it impossible to stop from coming against his boxers.
For several seconds, he pressed his forehead against Krem's chest, breathing hard before letting out an embarrassed sound and saying, "Oh god. Oh god, I'm sorry."
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His body betrayed him though. He hadn't really been paying that much attention to himself and he should have been before Krem's fingers, the touch and press and stroking, even through his boxers was too much for him.
He moaned against Krem's chest and then smothered a shout against a patch of skin right above Krem's nipple. His hips bucked against Krem's hand and that was when Thomas knew what was happening.
He couldn't stop it, the combination of Krem's fingers, his voice, the fact that Krem was on his lap without a shirt and the friction of fabric against his cock made it impossible to stop from coming against his boxers.
For several seconds, he pressed his forehead against Krem's chest, breathing hard before letting out an embarrassed sound and saying, "Oh god. Oh god, I'm sorry."