Thomas's breath hitched slightly when Krem guided his fingers down and in between his legs. There was warmth and slickness there, coating his fingers and he instinctively pushed in, slowly, just to feel for himself.

He knew what the next step was and he wanted it badly, wanted it enough that his hips juddered against forward, cock sliding against Krem's stomach and hip and he started to apologize before he blushed.

Slow was a good choice. He glanced down, watched his fingers disappear into Krem's cunt and Thomas closed his eyes at the feeling. His fingers slipped out and he shifted closer, trying to line up his hips now.