Goddamn, there was a part of Chris that wanted to stop and make Krem wait. It was one of his favorite things to build someone up and then slow things down, make them wait for more, and build them up again and again. He didn't think Krem had the patience for that right now.

Maybe when they were fucking. Chris might try it then.

"You're close," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "You're clenching real tight around my fingers right now."

He pressed them deeper, rubbing hard against his inside walls. "Be good. Come for me. And I'll fuck you."

There was a look in Krem's eyes, like he really wanted more.