Thomas didn't have the strength to pull away. Krem's words seemed to encourage him to stay closer so he did. He was greedy enough, selfish enough to not want to end this with his own hand but he'd had to try to at least give Krem the option.

His hips thrust quicker, sloppy and not at all elegant. His breath came out in sharp puffs. Hips stuttering, Thomas gave a few more weak, shallow thrusts before he started to come.

He managed to smother the shout against Krem's chest even as he made another mess against Krem's hip, his bed and his own thighs. It left him panting and slack against Krem, attempting to get his head back on straight.