Each little shift, little movement, pressed a huff of a sigh out of Krem, a tender noise of happiness for the gentle way that Thomas moved. When Thomas pressed his lips, his teeth, to his neck, Krem arched a little, a more certain moan crashing out of him. He couldn't control it at that point. His whole body shivered with desire.

"Yes," he breathed, though it wasn't in reference to anything in particularly. Just the quiet reassurance of the moment. This was good and right, this was what he wanted--what they both wanted.

He shifted his legs slightly, wrapping his ankles around the back of Thomas's thighs to keep him close as he felt that stutter in his hips. It was never hard or rough or fast, but it all felt good, twisting his face and body with pleasure.