All Thomas was doing was using his fingers and his mouth and even his breathing had sped up, quickened and gotten heavier. He still worried that he wasn't doing this right, that he could have been doing it better but he fought against the urge to pull back and apologize. There was something good happening so he pushed on and, in this instance, pushed in.

His fingers seemed to be the best bet so he kept moving them, sliding against the warm, wet heat and experimenting with curling and stretching his fingers out while they were inside Krem. It was all gentle, all slow, trying not to hurt but trying to do something right, something good.

He kissed Krem's jaw, soft and fluttering, before ducking down and hiding his face against Krem's shoulder, trying to concentrate and focus on his fingers, on their movements.