"I think my bias is sort of the whole point here," Krem said mildly, but it was truthful. When it got down to it, it didn't matter if Thomas lived up to some expectation he constructed for himself. It mattered if he was happy, if he was comfortable, if they enjoyed their time and company together. That was what Krem wanted most.

He smiled when Thomas looked at him, his palm moving slowly and gently over the front of Thomas's jeans. Somehow this felt more easy than anything else--they'd done this, he sort of knew what Thomas liked about this now--but just as embarrassing, with the movie still going on.

"I'm not stopping you watching it," he said softly, lips still close to Thomas's skin.

He glanced over to the screen, just in time to see that the two men had just started to fuck. The trans man, sprawled out on his back with his legs curled up and taking it, let out a rapturous noise, and Krem flushed darkly, watching for a moment as he kept touching Thomas through the fabric of his jeans.