"You like that?" Noah whispered, kissing open-mouthed along Krem's neck. The sight of the marks he'd made, knowing anyone would be able to see them, made his chest feel tight, his skin hot, even though he knew it could never be. He scraped along Krem's skin with his teeth, and sucked again, worrying the spot with his tongue.

Noah eventually moved lower, slowly kissing along Krem's collarbone, to his shoulder, and then lower still, sliding his hand down a little, out of the way. He looked up through his lashes, making sure it was okay, mouth paused at the swell of Krem's breast.