Krem thought, in the wake of Thomas's question, of what he would like. Not what he wanted--those were not, always or necessarily, the same thing--but what he would like. Now, from him, in the next minutes or hours. He didn't let the thought stretch further than that. Here and now. It was a slightly freeing way to think.

He smiled, bit his lip at the same time. Arched his hips up a little, a silently imploring gesture. He felt hot between his thighs, but he didn't know if the heat registered through fabric separating their bodies. Words, Cremisius, use your words.

"I would very much like to be naked with you, right here and now," he murmured, soft and lazy. That seemed more important than anything else. "I would like to keep kissing, and I would like for us both to be naked. If that's alright with you."