"I don't," Krem assured, a breath exhalation against the kiss as Chris pulled away. He let him, though it felt like agony at this point. A shiver worked through him. They didn't need to go up stairs or to a bed or anything. They were inside. This was private.

He pulled at Chris again, dug his heals in a bit. There was a smile on his mouth as he physically protested being moved along. Stubborn and bratty and burning up.