Thomas appreciated the care Krem was taking even if his body wanted him to jerk faster and harder. This felt a lot different than what they'd done on the couch, no fabric between Krem's hands and his cock and Thomas felt like he was going to come apart at the seams if he wasn't careful.

Thomas didn't know exactly what he was waiting for, listening for but he knew Krem hadn't gotten there yet. He didn't even know if he was close and all Thomas could hope was that he wasn't doing this wrong and that Krem's hand on his cock was taking pity.

The sudden downturn of his thoughts didn't mean he stopped moving his fingers. Krem hadn't told him to stop yet and he still hoped Krem was enjoying this (slightly or otherwise). The only bad thing was that he didn't know what else he could do to help Krem along so he just kept doing what he was doing and hoped for the best.