"Okay," Noah whispered. He leaned in to kiss Cremisius again, giving a gentle squeeze with his hand before running his palm up Krem's arm and along his shoulder. He moved his hand to the small of Krem's back, then, after hesitating at the hem of his shirt, slid his hand underneath. He wanted, most of all, to feel skin, and traced his hand along Krem's spine, still kissing him with soft, lazy kisses.

"You feel so good," he murmured against Krem's mouth. "It's a little overwhelming."