"Worrying about embarrassing yourself," Krem murmured against Thomas's throat, as Thomas made his exact point for him by bringing it up. Krem smoothed his hands across Thomas's chest, brought them up to cup the back of Thomas's neck.

"It's okay."

He sat back up then, keeping one hand gentle behind Thomas's neck. The other he slid down his own body, a show of a gesture, wanting Thomas to see him, to watch him, as he brushed his fingers fleetingly over his chest and then down between his legs to rub at his clit. He started to move again, more earnest, more expansive, riding him with an intention that was clearly for the pleasure of getting them off, however quickly that happened.