Once they were both shirtless, it was easy and even more warm to get back into kissing. Krem let out a soft sound of pleasure, perfectly content to settle into the bed and the feeling of Thomas's fingers skating idly on his skin.

Gently, he guided one of Thomas's hands to his breast, cupping the fingers gently but with no particular urgency. As with everything else, the heat and the weight were a pleasant rush, a desirous fuss under his skin and behind his ribs.

He curled his fingers against Thomas's lower ribs, over the slight bend in his waist, and let his thumbs rub in tight circles.