"You," he retorted, the most he could manage as he sank into a delicious haze.

He could sort of feel his fingers, feel an extra tightness the pressure caused. He kissed Krem again, fleeting, eager. "Don't stop," he urged, nipping at Krem's mouth. "I want to feel you, cariad." It was going to be a while after this; he wanted to savor it.