It was stupid, maybe, to find it a little exhilarating to be held down like that, to be so easily thrilled about being overpowered. Krem had a wealth of reasons to not enjoy that and later, maybe, he might question why he was. But for right now? Right now, Chris had done everything right. Right now, Krem was fully convinced and convicted that if he said a single word, things would stutter to an satisfactory conclusion for the both of them, because Chris was good and kind and all of the power and force in this had nothing to do with anything but pleasure for the both of them.

He rolled his hips. He started to throw his hips back against the rough demand of Chris's pace, panting and whining softly. How much of it was his own pleasure at this point, and how much of it was because he wanted to make Chris come, another competition that he thought he might be able to come out on top of this time?