There was a rush of chill when Thomas moved away, when the bed shifted with his weight. Krem breathed through the feeling of him pulling out--managed not to whimper or moan at the sensitive sensation of it, though it was a near thing.

He looked at Thomas, soft and searching, something twisted in his chest that worried for how he was taking this. Had they rushed too quickly? Was Thomas just rattled at how his body had reacted? Krem sat up and pressed a line of kiss across Thomas's shoulder, his neck.

Slowly, he smoothed his hands over Thomas's arms.

"I'll get us some water?" He was already slowly easing out of bed, untrusting of his shaky legs and slightly dimmed arousal.