Krem moaned, soft and fluttering, as Thomas kissrd him, slow, slow and then deeper, hungrier, more confidently. The tremble of his anxiety fluttered in Krem's ribs. It had nothing to do with Thomas or their closeness or anything like that, but the quiet, treacherous caution his brain sometimes worried about.

He found the condom that Thomas had dropped in the sheets. Opened it and reached down, rolling it onto Thomas with an ease that spoke of having done it at least a couple times--and he had. But never like this. Not quite like this at least.

He smiled and nuzzled against him gently. "Okay. Ready?"