"'s oka--ah, hey." The stuttering, deep thrust, off balance from the others so far, sent tremors of pleasure through Krem. His eyes unfocused for a moment, especially as Thomas seemed to settle into things, despite his cautious, worried warning.

Thomas tucking his head down, the settling of their bodies into a rhythm, rattled a soft moan out of Krem's chest. He kissed the top of Thomas's hair, down his hairline to his ear. He wanted to murmur reassurances to him--how good it felt, how much he trusted him, how it was alright if it was over quick--but English had left him.

All he could do was breathe and move to meet Thomas, tucking in against him, whining softly and occasionally murmuring his name with a gentle, emphatic need.