Krem nearly stopped when Thomas froze, but his moan drove him back into motion. He kept his hand gentle and cautious on the outside of Thomas's shorts for a while, stroking and squeezing, pausing to take his hand off whenever Thomas's breathing got just a little too ragged or fast. He wanted him to last, even if he was working so hard to get Krem off.

It felt spectacular, the way that Thomas was moving now. Krem wasn't sure why Thomas was so nervous and worried. It was like watching him run, just all fluid and natural, all strength and endurance, and Krem felt like he was holding on through sheer stubbornness. He tugged Thomas's shorts down just a bit, enough that he could wrap his hand around Thomas's cock, stroking more exactly this time.