Krem's own voice dissolved, quickly enough, into a stuttering sort of moan. He wrapped an arm around Thomas's shoulder, drawing him gently up so he could kiss him deeply. His breath jumped and hurried, a rushed and flurrying sort of thing.

Cautiously, he reached a hand down between them and cupped his hand against Thomas's groin again, squeezing gently, rubbing like he had on the couch. He didn't have a lot of control over his voice any more, with the way that Thomas was moving his fingers, but he could still touch. His fingers were nearly as clumsy as Thomas's were.