Krem sighed a little, tilting his head back into the pillow to expose his neck to the way that Thomas was kissing at him. He ran his own hands over Thomas's arms slowly, squeezing his biceps and then easing one hand down to cover Thomas's again.

Gently, he shifted Thomas's hand. It was only a slight adjustment--the slide of his palm, the curl of his fingers, and then Thomas's whole long-fingered hand was cupping him. Krem let out a moan, soft and breathless, that washed away into the space above his head.

"Anywhere your hand is is good," he breathed, trying to be steady for a moment longer. "To rub, to touch. Exploring's good. I'm still...pretty new to what's good, too. But it feels good."