Noah didn't mind at all, he craved touch, affection. It was unfair, really, everyone else felt so warm to him, but he couldn't imagine his own skin - or whatever it was - felt so nice to anyone else. But Blue had liked the kiss, and Krem seemed to like kissing him, so he would't bring it up.

He traced the path his mouth had made along Krem's neck with his tongue, stopping to lightly suck. He moaned low in his throat at the taste of Krem's skin, hand stroking idly along his back.