Noah Czerny

"Cremisius," Noah whispered, voice urgent. His hands bracketed Krem's sides and then slid behind to the small of his back, putting pressure to raise his body just a little, like he was going to lift Krem, like he was making sure Krem stayed there with him. He lowered his mouth once more, licking a trail along the slope of Krem's breast, mouthing at so much soft skin. When his tongue reached the nipple he merely licked at first, teasing. He could feel Krem squirm, and began to suck, too turned on to work up to it. His fingers dug a little into the skin of Krem's back, and he moved to the other breast.