"Okay," Thomas breathed against Krem's skin, pulling his lips away only to taste Krem with his tongue. He used the tip of his tongue and moved down the long column of Krem's neck, stopping in the hollow right above Krem's collar bone. He used his tongue to race the bone there before shifting closer again and returning his lips to Krem's neck.

His hand lay still for a few seconds before he remembered he could multi-task. He could use his tongue and he could use his fingers so he did. He pressed one finger, two fingers, three down and then stopped, repeating the process before rubbing them firmly, smoothly back and forth over the fabric of Krem's shorts, pushing down in the hopes that that was something good, that would give him more friction, something to enjoy.