He stared up at Krem for just a moment, then nodded. The weight of his hands changed, gripping wherever they fell. He gave Krem's breast a firm knead. He let go only to try to get the covering off - it wasn't as tight as the other binder he'd seen before, but still an added layer to contend with. When he had at least one breast free, he leaned up to catch the nipple between his teeth, sucked hard. He wanted to leave Krem marks he would see, feel, for days. He moved his mouth, left another bruise before laying back again.

Abruptly, he rolled them, landing with his thigh still tucked between Krem's legs. He pulled back long enough to get a fresh condom, then flipped Krem onto his stomach, hauled his hips up.