"I don't think I could either," Krem said truthfully. There was a part of him that had no qualms about letting someone see him in such a vulnerable position, but that was different.

Krem slid one of his hands to Thomas's thigh, still only touching. He split his attention more evenly now between Thomas and the movie, where things were starting to ramp up beyond simple touch. It was still things they'd done to each other, though things were progressing quickly toward the inevitable next step.

"You know," Krem said softly, "we don't have to do anything different than what we have already? I like what we do. The kissing and touching we do. It's good."