Later, Thomas would pinpoint the words as being the ones that really pushed him over the edge. Up until then, he'd been doing a moderately good job of keeping his control in check. Each thrust in had produced a shudder, a tremble, a lengthy whimper but he'd been able to pull himself back and keep going.

That wasn't happening anymore. He tried to do it again but the control slipped through his fingers and the movements of his hips grew even more erratic. He gasped against Krem's neck, trying to kiss him just to ground himself but it didn't work.

Miraculously, his hips quickened, driving into Krem rapidly but there wasn't much of a rhythm, the smoothness falling away for someone scrabbling to hang on.

"I can't -- I'm gonna." He bit down on his lip and mumbled a bunch of nonsense against Krem's neck, hanging on for those last few seconds.