"I don't -- I don't know how long I'll be able to do this," Thomas said, sounding apologetic again. His hips snapped forward again, a little faster, a little harder than before. The movement surprised a gasp out of Thomas.

His hips seemed to know what to do even his mind was telling him that he wasn't going to last, that he was going to do something wrong. His body had other intentions and Thomas was fine with letting his baser instincts take over for a little while.

He shut his eyes and bowed his head, lips finding Krem's chest while his hips fell into a slow but steady rhythm. He seemed to shiver each time his hips slid back and quiet moans and gasps were smothered in Krem's skin.