"You're not bad," Thomas mumbled against Krem's lips, shrugging one thin shoulder. He didn't have much to compare it to, of course, but he knew he was comfortable and warm right now so that made Krem a shucking good pillow.

"Could be softer," he teased, pulling away and giving his stomach a light poke. The poking turned into Thomas pressing his hand down and stroking his nails back and forth along Krem's skin. "Should get to work on that. I might need a pillow in the future too."