Krem tilted his head back, exposing his jaw and neck and shoulder to more of Thomas's kisses. He could feel his breath fluttering on his skin, as ragged as his own. Could feel his breathing, the way his lungs filled and shivered with each breath, the way his skin shifted over his ribs, the way their torsos jostled together gently.

He moaned, softly, with each new way that Thomas moved his fingers. Each one was a new, nervous experimentation, a slow and curious trial, and it made his whole body burn with desire.

He licked his lips, cheeks flushed, nervous. "I...I've got condoms...if you'd like to...?"