Krem pulled back from Chris's cock. He looked up at him with a dazed, flushed look, his body trembling with the wonderful effort of being wrecked through like that. He rubbed his thighs together slightly, unashamed of the wetness on his thighs or Chris's hand.

Slowly, still breathing raggedly and desperately, he eased Chris's fingers out. He'd be a little embarrassed about the wet spot later. He'd offer to help clean up. All of those things.

"It feels good," he said. "No matter what."

No matter if that was all Chris wanted to do or if Krem needed to reign himself in. Chris had said he wanted to fuck, but Krem wouldn't push. He'd had two and that was alot to demand of anyone, no matter how much he was still shivering and desperate and burning up with an aching need for more.