Krem hummed, soft and tuneless, as he leaned even closer to Thomas, a gentle pressure against his arm. He kissed the curve of his jaw, right where it bent and smoothed into his neck. He slid his hand slowly up the inside of Thomas's thigh, heavy and warm, until his fingers were warm and still against Thomas's crotch.

"I like the things you do," Krem said softly. "I trust you. It will be good."