"Fantastic," Krem said, his voice rumbling and a little wrecked from moaning and panting. He'd heard himself speak more roughly, but there was still the thickness of pleasure obviously there.

He shifted only because he knew he'd set the water bottles he'd come in with before they'd begun somewhere near enough to reach. He'd known they'd want them. Even just kissing could be parching work, in his experience, and they'd done a lot more than that. When he found one, he settled back comfortably, and rolled the bottle against Thomas's side; it had warmed in the room, a little.

"Are you? Since that was the first..." Krem pushed Thomas's hair off his forehead. "It was a lot all at once."