Krem's breath hitched up a touch, a ruffling of air across Thomas's dark hair. He nuzzled at him, breathed in against him for a moment. There was a spike of nervousness in him that lasted only a second; not fear or anxiety or any sort of dread, because this was Thomas, and he was nervous and gentle and slow and that helped. But it was a nervousness of the newness of the two of them together.

He slid his hand down, covering Thomas's hand and threading their fingers together. Slowly, he pulled Thomas's hand up from his thigh to the front of his shorts. As when he touched Thomas, he kept their fingers outside, for now, but the warmth and the longing in his stomach begged for it.

"I have a few, if you want to explore," Krem said softly, leaning down to kiss Thomas again.