Krem sighed against Thomas's mouth, the curious, clumsy tough a thrill all on its own for all its uncertainty. He spread his legs, just a bit, lifted the one on the outside of the bed so he could put his foot flat, knee bent; it opened him up a bit more, an exposing gesture, a welcoming one.

"It's okay." He coaxed Thomas gently back up, kissing him again. "As long as you want to. I'm...very easy to please. We can just kiss a while, and I'll probably..."

A flush rushed over Krem's face, and he breathed out a laugh. "The second time, ever, I was with someone, I got off just from kissing and some love bites. You're doing fine."