There was something lovely about the feeling of it, right now, while he was heady and rushing from everything in his system. He could be nervous about it later. He knew nothing would happen, but the intuitive quality of that did nothing to sate, he found, the intrinsic natural worry that came with having this body and doing these things, having another man bury himself deep and come inside.

It had only happened a few times now, and at least he knew the feeling of it and how he responded.

As Chris drew back, Krem was left with a lovely, shivering aftermath. He ran his fingers through the mess Chris had left on his stomach, scooping a bit up on his fingertips before bringing it to his lips to lick clean.

"Yeah," he said against his fingertips, sighing it out. "Yeah, that was really good. Sorry I...made a mess."