"Dinner would have been very nice, actually," Krem said contemplatively, a little pout on his lips that Thomas hadn't been so considerate the night before when he'd arrived. He kept his hands soft and gentle on Thomas's ribs, able to feel the relaxation there to assure him that Thomas wasn't actually irritated with his having come and woken him so late.

The question was an important one, and Krem knew it. He didn't want to stop, and he could say that, but he didn't want Thomas to feel like he had to agree to something too.

Even if he was better at words than Thomas sometimes, they were both better at actions. He collected Thomas's hands and slipped them under the borrowed tshirt, against the warmth of his ribs, with no binder in the way.

"No," he murmured. He rolled his hips gently. "This is a good way to spend the morning, right?"