Krem shivered against the kiss a little, holding himself back so he didn't tumble into that when Chris seemed to want to be kissing other things. He laughed into, into it, outside of it, and shoved Chris at the shoulders to push him, down and down, until he would settle between his thighs.

No, the semantics didn't matter. He just didn't want Chris to forget--especially after Krem had said that stupid thing about being willing to be a woman for him. He didn't want Chris to look at his body, no matter how considerate he was being, see all the parts of the whole, and forget that consideration.

"I will," he said, soft and breathless. "Fuck, I will."