"Is this okay?" Thomas couldn't help but ask. Even if his mind was mostly silent, he still wanted to make sure he wasn't hurting Krem or that this was pleasurable for the both of them.

Thomas knew he was trembling every so often, a reaction born purely out of the push of his hips in and the pull out. He was panting against Krem's neck, hot breath flowing across Krem's skin.

Something hot was pooling in his belly and he tried to stave it off, tried to keep it at bay just for a little while longer. His hips quickened, deeper thrusts replaced by shallow while Thomas's control started unraveling.