Krem sighed, pressing a kiss to Thomas's forehead as his fingers traveled around of their own volition now, without guidance or the hindrance of the heaviness of shirts and jeans. Some small part of him speculated on the prospect of if they had tried to do this before Krem had discovered the wonder of sports bras and binders, back when he was still wearing his stay, or any of his other clothing from home. The thought of Thomas trying to navigate the layers of his outer clothes, let alone his under clothes, made him snort softly.

"No, this is definitely a bit past looking," he said gently, mouth lazy with a grin. He tipped his head down to kiss Thomas. "I'm rather alright with that. Though, how do I measure up as a pillow?"