Krem arched to every bit of the attention. He rolled up to the weight and warmth of the squeeze on his chest as his nipple perked against Chris's palm; he arched his hips up against the teasing slide of Chris's cock, breath growing more and more heavy with every brush, every smear, every tempting nudge.

"I've been ready," he insisted, laughing breathlessly. "I know you can feel it."

The next nudge got the line up just right and Krem let out a whimpering sigh as his body took Chris in. Not deep, just yet. But so easily that it felt like he'd been built to do this the whole time.