Krem shivered a bit at the scrape, less tickled and more squirming at the thrilling, chilly sensation of it. He sighed against the soft kiss and gave Noah's hair a gentle tug.

"Well," he smiled, "I believe you were kissing me a bit more. And your hands were a bit further north of my ribs..." He took one of his hands off Noah's head to redirect his hand to his chest.