[ In the morning, Krem will find in front of his door a neatly wrapped package, bow and all, the size of a shoebox. It comes with an attached card from Peter. ]
Ey handsome, to honor the spirit of the Festival, I thought you might have fun with this present.
PD:Now you have two.
-P.Q.🌟
[ It would probably not be a good idea to open it in public because the present in question is a leather strap on and a double dildo that fits in it perfectly. Have fun, Krem. ]
[Well, unfortunately, Krem opens it up right out there on the stoop outside his and Bull's place. Which isn't so bad to just look at the harness. But the dildo? Oh! Okay!
He covers the box back up and then goes inside. Then he opens it up again and, after a second, takes a picture of his fist about halfway down the shaft of the dildo.
[ That's true and you're very welcome. Also, that's a shame because he loves a flustered Cremisius. ]
Would you believe me if I told you this was one of the most normal dildos they sold? It's not ribbed or weirdly shaped, I didn't want to go overboard in case that wasn't your thing.
They came in all sorts of shapes, colors, sizes , some of which were a tiny bit concerning. Not like I'm judging or anything. I think there was one toy that was tentacle shaped, even. That looks more fun than it is in reality. The suckers are just impractical. [ Talking from experience here. Don't ask, Krem. ]
How about tomorrow night? We can see how flexible e are in all other areas, not just your schedule.
[ He smiled after seeing the last text, because it's really endearing that Krem did tell him. ]
Blue, gotcha I won't forget. [ He will get Krem blue flowers one day ] I'm partial to red myself, I think I look quite fetching in it.
Good choice, Krem. He will be more willing to talk about certain things if he can't see the other man's face and make sure he's not saying anything too weird or uncomfortable.
You'd make diner for me? [ Now, that's a first, and it takes Peter by surprise. It's unexpectedly touching. ]
That would be lovely. [ Peter will wear blue instead, since that's Krem's color. ]
That's fine! I wasn't expecting it, it's all. You're a charmer.
[ Ooooh, pictures. He loves pictures. It has Peter smiling instantly. ]
Holy...You look so good already. Like all good leather, we will have to breaking it in to make sure it's as comfortable as it can get. I'm very flexible, I look forward showing you just how much.
[Fine, Peter, you get one more picture for that. No shirt this time. Krem's figured out fitting the dildo into the harness too! Even though he's still wearing the pants, so he's clearly not doing anything with it himself. Yet.]
You're incorrigible. I'll see you for dinner tomorrow and you can remind me how flexible you are.
[ !!!! Fucking supper, you funky little mercenary. Peter makes a sound of appreciation when he sees the new pic, it's not as if Krem can hear him, but still. ]
You love me still, gorgeous. Damn, you truly love fantastic, I can't wait.
[ Peter sends a picture in return, it seems just right. He's shirtless, wearing a pair of sweatpants that ride low on his hips. There's a million-dollar smirk spread across his face, and he's holding up his cat JJ with an arm, close to his chest. ]
You got an extra dick, and I've got a pussy, I think we're all set. [ He's not even sorry for the terrible joke. ]
[That's a terrible joke and Krem isn't even going to ACKNOWLEDGE it, sir. Terrible. Absolutely the worst. The cat is very cute though, and Krem is definitely going to make friends when he visits.
The next day comes, and Krem shows up at Peter's with a basket of food and a pleased look to be there.]
It truly was an awful joke, but Peter will tone it down in the future. Possibly. JJ (Short for Joan Jet because Peter loves using singers' names) is indeed the cutest kitty and very welcoming of pets. She's right next to Peter's feet, peeking up at the newcomer when he opens the door for Krem. The Guardian is wearing a navy blue shirt that hugs his chest in all the right places and a pair of jeans.
"Ey, Krem, perfectly on time. Come in, can I fetch you a drink?" He holds the door open for the other man and the cat also shuffles around, giving Krem a curious look. "That lady over there is JJ, you're not allergic to cats, I hope?"
Krem didn't look like he was wearing anything red just yet, or at least it wasn't very obvious at first place. But there was something. His shirt was just thin enough that, underneath, you could see that there was a bit of red underneath, something secretive to be uncovered.
"Yeah, if you have something, I'm happy for a dink," he said, stepping in. He looked down at the cat and smiled a little bit. "I'm not, I don't think. There was always cats about when I was growing up, but they were alley cats, nothing may parents owned. Oh, but you're a well-fed thing, aren't you JJ?"
He paused, once he was inside, to toe off his shoes and to lean up and kiss Peter.
It took Peter a second to notice the glimpse of red under the shirt, and the curve of his lips curled up into a pleased smile. Krem was spoiling him already. Not something he was going to complain about.
"I have white and red wine, and beer." He might or might not have got them all for the occasion. JJ eyes Krem with her usual initial wariness before deciding that the man was okay and soon enough moved closer to him and meowed softly. Peter blinked in surprise at the kiss he received from Krem and instinctually leaned into it with a happy smile.
"You, charmer." If his cheeks gained some color, well, it might be that or a trick of the light. "She was a stray too, the poor thing, barely half her current weight when I found her. Some months ago I was turned into a dragon after bathing in a magic pool spring and I had the weird urge to collect all sorts of things, cats and kittens included."
It was one of those strange things that happened on the island from time to time and that Peter was no longer surprised by. Eventually, he got back to his normal humans self.
"Once I was myself again, I realized that I had been adopted, so...here she is. JJ is good company when I'm alone. But..." His arms wrapped around Krem's waist to pull him a little closer for another kiss, briefly forgetting about the drink. "I've got even better company today."
He followed Peter into the kitchen, looking around, listening to him. They were all strays, weren't they, in some way or another. That was what the place made them. But Krem wasn't going to get philosophical right now.
He managed to set his bag down before Peter pulled him in and he purred into the kiss a little bit, running his fingers slowly up his chest and behind his neck to keep him close.
"Unless I should plan to cook later," he teased against the kiss.
"Beer it is. I still can't believe you're really going to cook dinner. "Not because he doesn't trust Krem's skills, but because he's not used to be on the receiving end of these sorts of sweet gestures.
They were all strays in more than one way, that's true. But they had each other too, so that made the loneliness of being stranded on an alien planet more bearable.
"Tempting, very tempting." And just for the suggestion, Peter was going to press their lips together one more time, kick and playful because the night was long, and they had time for more later. "But I want to try your cooking. Let me help, and it will be done more quickly."
Krem hummed against the kiss, and then nodded a little at the offer of help. It would go faster, they would be nearer the end of the task, and then they would have the whole night in front of them, and whatever else happened.
"You're in charge of vegetables, then," he said, unloading his basket carefully to get everything he'd brought. "And...pointing me in the direction of a pot. It's a stew, so it will take a bit to cook down."
Krem had already done a lot of work to prepare for the meal beforehand, but there were some things that were just better done when you were ready to get to cooking. Either way, the meal itself took an hour or two to cook down to its final form, and they'd find ways to fill the time, he was sure. But he left Peter with the vegetables to cut up into bite-size pieces, once he'd shown him where a decent sized pot was, and then started toasting spices in it.
"This is one that my mother used to make a lot. I'm glad I could find everything for it."
"Alright, let me fetch you the drink and we can start." After getting the beer, Peter handled Krem one of his aprons so he didn't get his clothes dirty and looked around the kitchen for the tools they might need for the dinner.
He wasn't familiar with the dish but he was paying attention to what Krem was doing as well as getting the vegetables and other food ready as ordered. Every now and then Peter hummed a song under his breath as they comfortably moved around the small kitchen. It was different, he usually cooked alone, and it was...domestic. He liked domestic.
"It's already starting to smell good, so I'm sure it will taste like heaven." After he finishes working on the vegetables and adding them to the mix, he bumped his hips against Krem's playfully. It was just difficult to keep his hands to himself when he had such a gorgeous partner that was sweet enough to pamper him, making them dinner. Peter found himself placing his hand on each side of Krem's hips, nuzzling his nape nd kissing its curve as the other worked, and pressing his chest against the man's back. "And, hmm, how much time we have before it's done?"
'Do we have enough time for me to distract you?', is what Peter was trying to convey. He let one of his hands do the silent questioning, slipping under Krem's shirt.
Even though he'd felt Peter coming, he still inhaled a little, surprised by the sudden attention, in a good way. Peter's warmth and presence, each time they did this, was confident and reassuring, and that helped Krem be confident in turn. He tilted his head a little bit to allowed the attention to his neck, his belly fluttering slightly when Peter reached under his shirt.
There was cheap lace underneath, not skin like at the spa or his stays like he might normally have worn. He still hadn't turned in anything for better clothes, but the vending machine had gotten him something good enough to wear, a treat for them both. It was still concealed under his clothes, but Peter could still feel the fabric of the bodysuit.
"Once it's ready to cook, we'll have an hour or two," Krem said, the implication that they weren't quite there managing to come through. He brought a hand up to Peter's and slowly guided it down between his legs. "But you could start...warming things up."
He wasn't aiming to startle Krem, but the reaction made him smile, lips curling up while still pressed to the back of the other man's neck. He always gave the best reactions, occasionally surprised ones that soon enough turned into flirting, proof of Krem's quick thinking and keen wit that Peter enjoyed very much.
More than once, Peter had wondered what Krem's home world must be like. He knows Bull and him are friends, and he has the feeling it might be a world similar to Molly and Fjord's. What he wonders the most is if the people there had treated Krem the way he deserves, with respect and adoration. He might ask one day if he finds the right moment.
His lips brushed against the offered neck, a tongue darting out to lick a wet stripe before he blew lightly over it, playing with the hot and cold sensations. Peter knew many ways to be distracting, and he enjoyed teasing more than he coudl put in words.
His hand found the unexpected lace, and he hummed in approval close to Krem's ear, teeth nipping at the earlobe. Peter didn't care about the quality, a potato sack would look gorgeous on Krem because it would be Krem wearing it, and he sure appreciated the effort the other man had put on their date to surprise him. It made something warm bloom on Peter's chest and spread down until it reached his lower belly.
"Once it's ready to cook...sounds too far away. I think I'll take you up on your offer." He said thickly, shifting to press his body against Krem, pinning him in place and pressing his hand between the man's thighs as suggested. It would be more fun once he got under Krem's clothes, but they had time and Peter's questing fingers wasted no time in trailing up Krem's inner thigh, stroking his slit through the fabric.
Krem swore under his breath, mild and laughing, as Peter started to play with him like that. It was subtle, for now. Building. Krem had been a little turned on just from showing up and the couple of friendly kisses, and the hand down the front of his pants certainly helped. Peter's bold exploration made Krem squirm as he focused on cutting fish for the stew, hurrying more than he would normally.
He wanted to drag out this playful teasing, but he wanted Peter to have better access to him even more than that. And, beyond that, there was that toy he'd sent him in the bag he'd brought still. That could wait. They had all night, after all.
Half distracted with Peter's questing fingers teasing and touching over his thighs and his covered cunt, Krem finished the last of the prep work and threw it into the pot. He could feel his thighs gently trembling with desire.
"You're incorrigible," he sighed, shoving his hips back against Peter's in a gentle temptation.
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He enjoyed that reaction immensely, the soft swearing and the less subtle laugh. Sex was supposed to be fun, freeing, and relaxed. Peter prided himself in giving his partners a good time, even if today that could be counterproductive to their future dinner.
Their closeness and all that squirm were having an effect on him as well, his cock stirring to life and hardening as they got more handsy. They would have time for the toy later, he wasn't worried about that. The evening was going to be long and, if Peter had any saying in it, pleasingly filled with mind-breaking orgasms.
"It's part of my charm." It was said against the curve of Krem's neck, the tip of Peter's nose brushing against the back of the right ear. His breath caught, and his pupils grew wide when Krem's ass pressed against his front. His body's response was to press himself forward in return, cock straining in his jeans and now more in contact with Krem's backside. They fit perfectly together. "And you're very tempting. How I am supposed to resist this?"
Peter's hands roamed. The one under Krem's shirt moved up to cup his left breast and give it a squeeze. Fingers teasing the nipple over the lace, careful not to tear it in the process. The other trailed up from between Krem's legs to the flat of the man's stomach, and then Peter brought it to his mouth. First, he ran a thumb under the lower lip, then pressed his index and middle finger over it. "Suck on them. Get them nice and wet."
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Ey handsome, to honor the spirit of the Festival, I thought you might have fun with this present.
PD:Now you have two.
-P.Q.🌟
[ It would probably not be a good idea to open it in public because the present in question is a leather strap on and a double dildo that fits in it perfectly. Have fun, Krem. ]
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He covers the box back up and then goes inside. Then he opens it up again and, after a second, takes a picture of his fist about halfway down the shaft of the dildo.
He texts Peter the picture.]
I don't think I can fit all this without help...
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Ey, handsome. Looks like you're already doing a great job with it but I'll happily lend you a hand. Or any other body part you see fit.
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I mean I'm definitely going to need a hand or two to get it to fit
did you mean for it to be so long?
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Would you believe me if I told you this was one of the most normal dildos they sold? It's not ribbed or weirdly shaped, I didn't want to go overboard in case that wasn't your thing.
Plus, I don't know your favorite color.
Just say a day and hour and I'll be there.
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I have a very flexible schedule, though.
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Blue, by the way
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How about tomorrow night? We can see how flexible e are in all other areas, not just your schedule.
[ He smiled after seeing the last text, because it's really endearing that Krem did tell him. ]
Blue, gotcha I won't forget. [ He will get Krem blue flowers one day ] I'm partial to red myself, I think I look quite fetching in it.
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Tomorrow night then. I can make dinner?
And see if I can find anything red to wear.
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You'd make diner for me? [ Now, that's a first, and it takes Peter by surprise. It's unexpectedly touching. ]
That would be lovely. [ Peter will wear blue instead, since that's Krem's color. ]
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[...okay, Peter, have a slightly silly picture of Krem posing in his work out outfit, now wearing the harness over top of the pants.]
Good fit
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[ Ooooh, pictures. He loves pictures. It has Peter smiling instantly. ]
Holy...You look so good already. Like all good leather, we will have to breaking it in to make sure it's as comfortable as it can get. I'm very flexible, I look forward showing you just how much.
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You're incorrigible. I'll see you for dinner tomorrow and you can remind me how flexible you are.
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You love me still, gorgeous. Damn, you truly love fantastic, I can't wait.
[ Peter sends a picture in return, it seems just right. He's shirtless, wearing a pair of sweatpants that ride low on his hips. There's a million-dollar smirk spread across his face, and he's holding up his cat JJ with an arm, close to his chest. ]
You got an extra dick, and I've got a pussy, I think we're all set. [ He's not even sorry for the terrible joke. ]
> ~MAGICAL TIME JUMP TO THE NEXT DAY~
The next day comes, and Krem shows up at Peter's with a basket of food and a pleased look to be there.]
Wonderful ~
"Ey, Krem, perfectly on time. Come in, can I fetch you a drink?" He holds the door open for the other man and the cat also shuffles around, giving Krem a curious look. "That lady over there is JJ, you're not allergic to cats, I hope?"
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"Yeah, if you have something, I'm happy for a dink," he said, stepping in. He looked down at the cat and smiled a little bit. "I'm not, I don't think. There was always cats about when I was growing up, but they were alley cats, nothing may parents owned. Oh, but you're a well-fed thing, aren't you JJ?"
He paused, once he was inside, to toe off his shoes and to lean up and kiss Peter.
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It took Peter a second to notice the glimpse of red under the shirt, and the curve of his lips curled up into a pleased smile. Krem was spoiling him already. Not something he was going to complain about.
"I have white and red wine, and beer." He might or might not have got them all for the occasion. JJ eyes Krem with her usual initial wariness before deciding that the man was okay and soon enough moved closer to him and meowed softly. Peter blinked in surprise at the kiss he received from Krem and instinctually leaned into it with a happy smile.
"You, charmer." If his cheeks gained some color, well, it might be that or a trick of the light. "She was a stray too, the poor thing, barely half her current weight when I found her. Some months ago I was turned into a dragon after bathing in a magic pool spring and I had the weird urge to collect all sorts of things, cats and kittens included."
It was one of those strange things that happened on the island from time to time and that Peter was no longer surprised by. Eventually, he got back to his normal humans self.
"Once I was myself again, I realized that I had been adopted, so...here she is. JJ is good company when I'm alone. But..." His arms wrapped around Krem's waist to pull him a little closer for another kiss, briefly forgetting about the drink. "I've got even better company today."
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He followed Peter into the kitchen, looking around, listening to him. They were all strays, weren't they, in some way or another. That was what the place made them. But Krem wasn't going to get philosophical right now.
He managed to set his bag down before Peter pulled him in and he purred into the kiss a little bit, running his fingers slowly up his chest and behind his neck to keep him close.
"Unless I should plan to cook later," he teased against the kiss.
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They were all strays in more than one way, that's true. But they had each other too, so that made the loneliness of being stranded on an alien planet more bearable.
"Tempting, very tempting." And just for the suggestion, Peter was going to press their lips together one more time, kick and playful because the night was long, and they had time for more later. "But I want to try your cooking. Let me help, and it will be done more quickly."
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"You're in charge of vegetables, then," he said, unloading his basket carefully to get everything he'd brought. "And...pointing me in the direction of a pot. It's a stew, so it will take a bit to cook down."
Krem had already done a lot of work to prepare for the meal beforehand, but there were some things that were just better done when you were ready to get to cooking. Either way, the meal itself took an hour or two to cook down to its final form, and they'd find ways to fill the time, he was sure. But he left Peter with the vegetables to cut up into bite-size pieces, once he'd shown him where a decent sized pot was, and then started toasting spices in it.
"This is one that my mother used to make a lot. I'm glad I could find everything for it."
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He wasn't familiar with the dish but he was paying attention to what Krem was doing as well as getting the vegetables and other food ready as ordered. Every now and then Peter hummed a song under his breath as they comfortably moved around the small kitchen. It was different, he usually cooked alone, and it was...domestic. He liked domestic.
"It's already starting to smell good, so I'm sure it will taste like heaven." After he finishes working on the vegetables and adding them to the mix, he bumped his hips against Krem's playfully. It was just difficult to keep his hands to himself when he had such a gorgeous partner that was sweet enough to pamper him, making them dinner. Peter found himself placing his hand on each side of Krem's hips, nuzzling his nape nd kissing its curve as the other worked, and pressing his chest against the man's back. "And, hmm, how much time we have before it's done?"
'Do we have enough time for me to distract you?', is what Peter was trying to convey. He let one of his hands do the silent questioning, slipping under Krem's shirt.
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There was cheap lace underneath, not skin like at the spa or his stays like he might normally have worn. He still hadn't turned in anything for better clothes, but the vending machine had gotten him something good enough to wear, a treat for them both. It was still concealed under his clothes, but Peter could still feel the fabric of the bodysuit.
"Once it's ready to cook, we'll have an hour or two," Krem said, the implication that they weren't quite there managing to come through. He brought a hand up to Peter's and slowly guided it down between his legs. "But you could start...warming things up."
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More than once, Peter had wondered what Krem's home world must be like. He knows Bull and him are friends, and he has the feeling it might be a world similar to Molly and Fjord's. What he wonders the most is if the people there had treated Krem the way he deserves, with respect and adoration. He might ask one day if he finds the right moment.
His lips brushed against the offered neck, a tongue darting out to lick a wet stripe before he blew lightly over it, playing with the hot and cold sensations. Peter knew many ways to be distracting, and he enjoyed teasing more than he coudl put in words.
His hand found the unexpected lace, and he hummed in approval close to Krem's ear, teeth nipping at the earlobe. Peter didn't care about the quality, a potato sack would look gorgeous on Krem because it would be Krem wearing it, and he sure appreciated the effort the other man had put on their date to surprise him. It made something warm bloom on Peter's chest and spread down until it reached his lower belly.
"Once it's ready to cook...sounds too far away. I think I'll take you up on your offer." He said thickly, shifting to press his body against Krem, pinning him in place and pressing his hand between the man's thighs as suggested. It would be more fun once he got under Krem's clothes, but they had time and Peter's questing fingers wasted no time in trailing up Krem's inner thigh, stroking his slit through the fabric.
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He wanted to drag out this playful teasing, but he wanted Peter to have better access to him even more than that. And, beyond that, there was that toy he'd sent him in the bag he'd brought still. That could wait. They had all night, after all.
Half distracted with Peter's questing fingers teasing and touching over his thighs and his covered cunt, Krem finished the last of the prep work and threw it into the pot. He could feel his thighs gently trembling with desire.
"You're incorrigible," he sighed, shoving his hips back against Peter's in a gentle temptation.
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He enjoyed that reaction immensely, the soft swearing and the less subtle laugh. Sex was supposed to be fun, freeing, and relaxed. Peter prided himself in giving his partners a good time, even if today that could be counterproductive to their future dinner.
Their closeness and all that squirm were having an effect on him as well, his cock stirring to life and hardening as they got more handsy. They would have time for the toy later, he wasn't worried about that. The evening was going to be long and, if Peter had any saying in it, pleasingly filled with mind-breaking orgasms.
"It's part of my charm." It was said against the curve of Krem's neck, the tip of Peter's nose brushing against the back of the right ear. His breath caught, and his pupils grew wide when Krem's ass pressed against his front. His body's response was to press himself forward in return, cock straining in his jeans and now more in contact with Krem's backside. They fit perfectly together. "And you're very tempting. How I am supposed to resist this?"
Peter's hands roamed. The one under Krem's shirt moved up to cup his left breast and give it a squeeze. Fingers teasing the nipple over the lace, careful not to tear it in the process. The other trailed up from between Krem's legs to the flat of the man's stomach, and then Peter brought it to his mouth. First, he ran a thumb under the lower lip, then pressed his index and middle finger over it. "Suck on them. Get them nice and wet."