Thomas moved closer easily, quickly, wanting that warmth pressed back against him. His embarrassment from earlier had abated for the most part, left behind in a pile of clothes that he'd left in his bathroom.

"I think it is," Thomas said, walking his fingers up Krem's thigh and towards his stomach again. He traced a few absent patterns there, sighing and closing his eyes.

"I don't think it can be counted as just looking anymore," he added, still tracing loops and lines against Krem's skin.