"Not bad," Krem said, a smile on his lips as he carded his fingers through Thomas's hair. "You're not even on the comfortable parts..."

Krem had meant to say something a little more teasing perhaps, but the words got lost, tripped up and scrambled in a vague little noise as Thomas's nails scraped over his stomach. He shivered, heat racing down his body, sinking low in his belly. Unconsciously, his thighs squirmed together a bit.