Thomas's head was a mess of fuzz and, if he'd been thinking clearer, he might have pulled away, stopped from possibly irritating Krem's piercing but then Krem sneaked a hand down his pants and he forgot everything but his name and Krem's touch.

He lurched closer, deepening the kiss as much as he could in their current positions. His hips wanted to move, to surge forward and ask for more pressure but he managed to keep at least one thing in control.