It didn't take much for Krem to adjust, already slick and warm, and quickly settling to the sensation of Thomas tucked in close and touching him. Still, he appreciated the initial hesitation, the cautious curiosity.

Krem whined a little as Thomas started to pull his finger back, but it transformed into a healthy, needy moan as his finger slid back in again, filling him up once more. He shifted his hips, shivered a little, so that Thomas's finger sank in a little bit further than before.

"Oh," he sighed a little, laughing breathlessly. He urged Thomas gently between his sprawled thighs, offering him a soft smile, a smudged kiss, a needy sigh. "Like that, yes."