Maybe some day Thomas wouldn't be as slow as he was right now. Maybe some day he'd be able to jump right into things without asking questions or warming up or letting himself get comfortable with the situation at hand.

When he was running, Thomas was fast. Faster than most. Right now, Thomas liked being slow. He liked sliding his tongue along angles of Krem's skin and he liked tasting Krem's skin. If he was aware what that was doing to Krem, he didn't let on.

Thomas lifted his head and smirked at Krem, maybe giving away the fact that he knew what he was doing and he was doing it on purpose.