"More than decent," Krem assured with a smile. He slipped his hands through Thomas's hair, like Thomas had through his a moment before, and tussled it gently. Then, down and down and down.

When he reached Thomas's hips, he pulled his fingers off Thomas's body and hooked his thumbs in his own shorts. The way Thomas was over him, he was tucked between his legs, and so he was perfectly capable of stripping off his shorts while still lying underneath Thomas.

It left him nude. Not naked. That implied some shame, some nerves, and in this moment, Krem felt none of that. He skipped his fingers up the outsides of Thomas's thighs to his hips.