Noah moaned from the sounds Krem was making, from the way he said his name, from the way his body responded, from the fact that it was him making Krem feel good. His mouth left Krem's neck and he kissed him soundly, his fingers moving from Krem's hair to cup his cheek.

His other hand tugged at Krem's shirt, pushing it up his stomach, but stopping there. "Can I...see?" he asked, breathless, against Krem's mouth.