Thomas ducked his head down and pressed a kiss against the few bruises that he could reach. Gentle, lingering kisses against the scattered bruises and scrapes that he could find. When he was bold enough, he flicked his tongue out, licked the blemished skin and hummed quietly.

The humming turned into a squeak, a muffled groan against Krem's skin when Krem rolled his hips. It was kind of impossible to keep himself under control with that happening when he was already half aroused.