"It would be a false accusation anyway," Thomas mumbled, nosing his way along Krem's ribs and hiding a smile near his hip. He sighed, blowing warm air across Krem's skin and pressed a kiss to the indent of his hip.

"I'm not teasing you," he added after a moment of quiet, a moment of working his mouth and lips against the curves and hard angles of Krem's body. "I'm exploring. There's a difference."

It wasn't a difference that Thomas was going to explain right now, though. He knew he could probably pull out a few dumb shucking reasons that it wasn't teasing but only if prompted, only if needed.