Krem hummed contentedly, settling back a little more into the pillows. He looped an arm around Thomas, pulling him in just a little closer, so that he could run his own fingers across his shoulder blades with the same slow tracing speed that Thomas was using.

"So I take it looking's going well," he murmured against Thomas's hair, chuckling softly. As much as they joked about it, he just hoped that it wouldn't go back to only looking after this. The very idea of it made his chest ache.

Thomas's fingers were tapping and sliding back up his thigh, and Krem let out a shuddering, soft little sigh, shifting his hips just a little before he settled.