Krem smiled against the kiss, letting Noah lead the kiss how he wanted. It was a tender thing, without any rush, and just a little bit sloppy. Krem found he quite liked it, and the way it felt, and the way it made him feel.

He lifted a hand to Noah's hand on his chest as he cautiously traced at his nipple, slowly adjusting his hold to a more solid grip. With his other hand, he cupped Noah's cheek.

"It's okay."