Chris liked Krem squirming against him but he still pressed a little harder against him to remind him he wasn't going anywhere. He didn't think Krem would actually go anywhere or wanted to get away.

He like the hard, steady rhythm he set. It made it easy to get lost in the physical sensation. Chris felt it rolling through him, a heavy want sitting low in his gut.

And yet, stupidly maybe, he was determined to make Krem come while fucking him. He wanted his own orgasm too but male pride or something make him want to get Krem off again. Maybe just to see him squirt again. Chris didn't know and he'd self analyze after. He focused on fucking Krem stupid right now.