Krem giggled, a little bit, at being called babe. It wasn't bad. He didn't hate it. He rolled his torso toward Chris and kept his hips flat and legs spread, keeping things open and exposed for Chris to keep fingering him.

He jerked at Chris's jeans, whimpering slightly with the way that Chris's fingers curled inside him. In a moment, he had the jeans open and pushed down slightly, far enough to pull Chris's cock out.

"Yeah," he said, breathless, almost moaning against the kiss. "Yeah, I want to use my mouth."