Thomas's eyes fluttered shut and he couldn't stop that from happening. His back arched, pushing his hips up into Krem, sending him deeper and making him shiver hard enough that he was worried he'd buck Krem off of him.

Krem was stronger than him though and Thomas didn't need to worry about something like that jostling Krem enough to send him tumbling onto the bed.

Quiet moans were slipping through his hips and he clutched at Krem's thighs, scrabbling for an anchor and trying to soothe Krem at the same time.

The noises were the best part, Thomas decided. Krem's moans, the sound of skin against skin, Thomas's own harsh breathing, he loved it all, wanted it all.