Thomas jolted slightly at the touch, having not expected the thrill of sharp pleasure to shoot up his spine from his cock. He smothered a moan against Krem's mouth. His fingers stopped moving for a second while he grabbed his control by the scruff of the neck and took a few breaths.

Instincts took over then, instincts to keep moving his fingers in a rough thrusting motion, using the callused pads to rub back and forth when he remembered, when he could. When he had to breathe, he didn't move too far away from Krem's mouth, breathing and letting out small quiet sounds when the touch on his cock got to be a little too much.