It was still gentle and tender, slow, a wonderful haziness to it all. Chris's weight was exquisite, enough to have him overly aware of his own body and how loose his joints felt at the moment.

He hooked his heels against the back of Chris's thighs, encouraging him to draw inward. The nudge of Chris's cock was thick and heavy, inspiring a hitch in Krem's breath with every drag of heavy warmth against his slick folds as they deliberately teased each other.

He found both of Chris's hands and laced his fingers with him, slowly dragging them up his body. One he left on his breast, encouraging the attention. The other, he continued up past his head, so that a bit of weight would definitely feel more like a pin.

"Are you going to make me beg for it, Chris?"