Despite his relaxation, despite this not being the absolute first time this had happened, Thomas still felt something coiling in his stomach that started to spread out, making his whole body feel hot. He still knew he wasn't going to be make this long, wasn't going to be able to draw anything out even if Krem climbed off him and went home.

He was too far gone, too far out of his mind.

One hand scrabbled at Krem's thighs, breath coming in quick puffs. He spread his fingers out along Krem's ass, grasping and kneading before stroking and clutching.

"I can't -- I can't for much longer," he warned, pressing his head into the pillow firmly.