"Maker, yes. Yes, it--it's more than okay, Thomas," Krem murmured, a burst of soft, breathy laughter coming out of him, purely happy and elated.
It was easy to get wrapped up in the pressure, the fullness, the feeling of Thomas's breathing on his skin and his weight over top of him. All of it was overwhelming in all the best possible ways it could be. He knew why Thomas needed to know--the newness of this, and all the truths Thomas knew about Krem's past. He appreciated it. He cupped Thomas's cheek, pressed his cheek against Thomas's.
"It's good," he breathed. "It's so, so good."
Anything else Krem might have said, quiet praise and reassurance, dissolved as Thomas's pace shifted a bit, driving a breathy series of noises out of him as he arched off the bed with pleasure.
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It was easy to get wrapped up in the pressure, the fullness, the feeling of Thomas's breathing on his skin and his weight over top of him. All of it was overwhelming in all the best possible ways it could be. He knew why Thomas needed to know--the newness of this, and all the truths Thomas knew about Krem's past. He appreciated it. He cupped Thomas's cheek, pressed his cheek against Thomas's.
"It's good," he breathed. "It's so, so good."
Anything else Krem might have said, quiet praise and reassurance, dissolved as Thomas's pace shifted a bit, driving a breathy series of noises out of him as he arched off the bed with pleasure.