The slowness had settled back over them, an almost hesitant quality to the air, but it was a less a nervousness, like their first time together. Now, it was a hesitation of control, of not wanting to rush, of enjoying this moment before.

Krem sighed at the wetness of the kiss, the playfulness. He squirmed a little, more his torso than his hips, and hummed as Thomas's fingers brushed up ticklish spots on his sides. When he plunged his fingers into his hair, Krem was practically glowing.

Krem tilted his head back, just a touch, just enough to expose his neck a bit if Thomas wanted to kiss him there as well. But he didn't quite break the kiss. He was enjoying that far too much at the moment.