Krem bit at his lip as he tipped over the edge, a grateful keen in his voice as he bent down over Thomas and kissed him. It was a hungry, messy kiss, and it lifted the angle of his hips a little so that the next little jostle of Thomas's hips was a slightly different angle than the others, a freer, easier one for Thomas to move at.

"Oh, Maker," he swore, tucking his face against Thomas's cheek, panting roughly. He whimpered a little, still rubbing himself through his orgasm even as the feeling started to overwhelm. He could feel himself clenching slightly. "Oh, fuck, keep--keep moving your hips. Come on, I want you too, Thomas..."