Even if Thomas hadn't moved his hand, if it had just been the steady warmth and weight of his body close against him and his hand cupping him and his lips and tongue moving however they pleased now, adventurous instead of cautious, Krem would have been electric with sensation. Then Thomas started to move his fingers, just softly and curiously, and even though was a torrent of sparks through Krem.

Unlike Thomas out on the couch, Krem didn't hesitate to let Thomas know he'd done well by bucking his hips gently up against his palm and rolling his hips. He closed his eyes for a moment, let his body speak for him. Soft, needy noises in response to Thomas's lips on his skin; the steady heat and the wet building between his thighs; his hips shifted against the curve of Thomas's hand.