Krem was surprised when Noah moved off him, less so by Noah saying he didn't need to worry about pleasuring him. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but not having to settled nicely, in amongst the other over-pleasant emotions in his belly that he refused to acknowledge as anything other than postcoital bliss.

He dragged Noah back toward him, still shaking a little while his body tried to catch up with the reality of the situation. Noah's honesty, and then teasing, made him swat him gently.

"I did not sound like that," Krem said. It was a lie, because he'd heard his own gasping, desperate begging.