If he hadn't been otherwise occupied, if he hadn't wanted to feel more and hear more and see more of Krem reacting to him, he might have slid back and just gawked for causing such things in another person. He'd never thought the opportunity would have arisen, not even after he'd gotten to Darrow and the threat of WICKED and the Scorch and the Flare were no longer heavy on his shoulders.

Thomas pressed his face against Thomas's bite and nipped gently, Krem's words from before about kissing and love bites ringing in his ear. If that was something he liked, Thomas wanted to give it to him.

He pressed down with the heel of his hand, sliding that down the front of Krem's shorts and pressing again before re-positioning his hand, fingers pressing down against the clothing again and caressing as smoothly as his slightly shaking hand would let him.