It really wouldn't take much, especially with the insistence of Chris's attention. Krem let out a long, low noise as Chris manhandled him into the position he wanted, spread and exposed like that, that thrilled upward with pleasure as he began to lick at him. His thighs tensed slightly, his toes curling.

Krem had a lot of practice pleasuring himself, and comparatively little being pleasured. On top of that, the singing heat of the drugs in his system--multiplied by however much of it he had gotten in that stupid competition--made even that initial contact feel electric. Krem reached down and grabbed Chris's head to ground himself, to hold him close.