The encouraging words came at a good time because Thomas had been close to asking if he should have been doing something else, something different. He turned his head and press a shaking kiss against Krem's hair, a kiss that turned into a moan as Krem's hand moved against his cock. He shivered and his fingers stuttered, slipping along and stopping every so often when his own pleasure overtook him.

His wrist was going to be tired later and he hadn't worked his fingers quite like this before but he knew it'd be worth it. It'd be worth it to see Krem like this, falling apart and fraying at the seams right there in his bed. Thomas slowed his pace, trying to draw it out, trying to feel what it felt like when he drove his fingers into Krem's cunt and how that feeling, that heat just shot right to his dick and made him ache.