The first gentle nip wrung a gasp out of Krem, louder than his gasping breaths and soft sighs, more concrete. He arched his back and squirmed for a moment, seeking out every inch of Thomas's body to press his again. It all felt spectacular.

"You can..." The words trailed off a little, swallowed into Krem's breathing for a moment, into the softness of his voice, and he cleared his throat. He ran his fingers up into Thomas's hair, then down his spine slowly. "You can move my shorts, if you...? It can be easier? Or...?"

His toes curled a little and he bit his lip, suddenly nervous, suddenly overcome with how close they were and how warm Thomas's body was and the gentle tremors in his body. "It's good. It feels good. Please don't stop?"