Another moan slipped out, smothered against Krem's lips. He clenched his eyes closed, trying not to be as quick as he had last time. He'd never come twice in less than twenty four hours, not even by his own hand, so he knew his sensitivity was high and that trying to hold off his orgasm wasn't going to work.

His fingers clawed at Krem's shoulder, trying to hold on, to give himself an anchor that maybe would keep him from coming for a few more seconds.

His hips bucked against Krem's, cock slipping against the sweaty, wet skin and he leaned up for another kiss before pulling off and gasping.

"I'm gonna -- " He was close, he could feel it. He could barely form words. "You don't have to keep -- "

He knew he was going to make another mess on Krem, on his bed and he tried to give at least some warning that Krem could pull away and save himself some stickiness.