The movie was pretty much forgotten as soon as Krem climbed atop him, putting his face and his skin in Thomas's view instead of a movie. This was better anyway. The movie hadn't been bad but this was better, this was something that Thomas could touch and shiver against and sigh about.

He slung his arms around Krem's waist, trying to drag him closer without jostling the kiss too much. He shifted himself down the bed some, trying to invite Krem closer or more on top of him or whatever he really wanted.