Noah Czerny

Noah hummed pleasantly at the hair tug, and smiled down at Krem with his eyes half-closed. "I got distracted by your abs," he said, and cupped Krem's cheek with his free hand, dipping down to kiss him, not wasting any time with teasing pecks. He felt a renewed hunger for Krem's mouth, for his touch and the feeling of his warm skin under his palms. He cupped the weight of his breast in his hand, pinching lightly at the nipple, experimentally, to see if Krem liked it.