Thomas thought about resisting. For a few seconds, he thought about making it hard on Krem, just to be a slinthead, just to see if he made some kind of adorable face or pinched him or something.

But, between that and the choice of losing his shirt, he chose the option that would leave him in just his skin. So, he let Krem wrangle the shirt off and he rested himself against Krem after he'd lost his own shirt, sliding right back into the kissing and the touching.

He didn't try and push it, make it deeper, not yet. He'd grown more confident over time but he still wasn't ready to go from zero to one hundred that quickly. He liked the softness and he liked the build up of tension and feeling and friction.