Krem smiled, and plucked one of Thomas's hands gently, bringing it down between his thighs. His cunt was slick and wet, and Krem knew, from his own experiences, that it would be easy to take him now. Still, he laid Thomas's fingers against him for a moment, rubbing gently, even as he leaned in to kiss him.

"You won't hurt me," he murmured, a soft, reassuring promise. "We'll go slow to start. So we both know how it feels."

His hand left Thomas's where it was, resting against him, and he drew him close so they could kiss again. Their bodies could slip and grind against each other like this, and it was smooth and easy and natural, between the stutter of their hips, for their bodies to line up. He didn't push it, didn't rush it. He simply kissed Thomas and waited for it to happen naturally.