Krem whimpered as Thomas clung to him but also tried to warn him off. His fingers were strong and firm in his shoulders, one hand slick, and Krem was flush with that knowledge, with a headiness that suffused his whole body.

He clung to Thomas as well, gripped at his back and shoulder until his nails dug in a little bit. They were breathing each other's air and everything felt dizzy and humid and superb.

"I want to," he murmured against Thomas's mouth. He kept moving his hips, shifting the leg that Thomas was not rutting against so he could keep Thomas from pulling away just yet. "I want to, I want this--I want you, Thomas--"