"You won't mess anything up, herus," Krem whispered. He slid off Thomas, but pulled him close. He pushed and pulled at his clothing, sighing against his skin, smiling at him so he could see how much he believed that single, full sentiment.

Like kissing, stripping down seemed the easiest part of all this, so he kept kissing Thomas as he got them down to their skins. They'd both seen each other like this, they knew each other's bodies now.

When they were both naked and close, Krem cupped Thomas's cheeks again. "Trust me. I love you, Thomas."