Krem wasn't going to manage very much in the way of speaking. He shivered as the rasp of Chris's stubble worked over his thigh, and arched as his fingers worked slowly into him, almost teasing in their filling attention.

The kiss, and then the attention to his neck, had Krem gasping softly. He tilted his head back for more attention, pressing his hips down into that slow attention as Chris delved into him.

"Are you?" Even in the haze of his needy pleasure, Chris's seemed vital. He wanted to please him. He wanted to do good. He shivered, gasping softly. "I want to do good."