There was a tremor in Thomas's voice, desire mixed in with gratitude for the words Krem had taken time to say to him. Thomas closed his eyes and exhaled a shaky laugh, nuzzling against Krem for a second.

Thomas took the words and the confidence they instilled and moved his fingers quicker. It wasn't at all elegant and his strokes stuttered every so often but he was committed and focused and trying.

His fingers were slick and he used that lubrication to make the thrusts easier, used to try and push a little deeper every so often. Nothing risky, nothing over the top but new things, new touches.