Krem smiled when Thomas opened his eyes, infused it with reassurance when the worry settled in. He kept his hand against Thomas's cheek, the other moving to settle over Thomas's fingers on his thigh and squeeze gently. It made their movements inherently slow as Krem had to figure out how to balance himself without knocking his head against Thomas's.

"No," he whispered, and kissed Thomas softly again. "No, I just thought--maybe it'd be easier if you relaxed a little. If you stopped worrying."

He laughed, soft, a little teasing. Both of his hands moved until they came together, neatly resting against Thomas's chest. He knew it was a lot to ask. He tripped his kiss down to Thomas's neck and then rested there, sprawled out on top of him, shifting and grinding his hips slowly, breathing into his neck.