Krem felt like he was breathing plenty. Like he was breathing too much. Panting and shivering and letting out rapturous little noises, he was almost as aware of his breath as he was aware of Chris's thick fingers pressing into him and how his body accepted them, invited them in in that achingly slow way he had.

He'd asked for that, of course. The slowness and gentleness. They could worry about speed and roughness in a while, but right now he wanted to drag this out as long as either of them could stand. Even if he could already feel the pleasure trying to claw up the back of his belly and neck, insistent and dogged.

He brought a hand down between them and cupped Chris's cock through the front of his jeans, giving him a bit of a squeeze.

"Can I...for you too?"