The laziness of their kissing was starting to ripple and break. Krem shivered as well. When Thomas pressed close, Krem pressed back, impossibly close. Their hips ground together, a slow movement that belied that the kisses were getting sloppy and more breath than actual kiss.

He reached down between them and touched Thomas, a tease of fingers along the length of him, his mouth barely moving away.

"Have you got a--a condom?" He wanted him desperately, a dull ache of want that almost hurt. As soon as the question came out, he felt demanding, rushing, pushing.