Krem perked, a little, as Thomas spoke up. He didn't press, letting Thomas find the words himself. When he did, Krem hummed, trying to think if there might be any better way for them to configure themselves, to avoid his bruises and have Thomas not worry so much about hurting him.

He kissed those sweet flushed cheeks after a moment of thought, cupping the back of Thomas's neck.

"I like being able to see you," he whispered. His cheeks went hot with shy, excited embarrassment as well. "So. Like this or--you on your back?"