Krem breathed out a laugh that was mostly a sigh of relief. He eased his hand gently and slowly out of Thomas's jeans, twining both arms around Thomas's neck so that he could lean in and kiss him slowly, deeply. They had all the time in the world, for the moment. For now, he wanted to kiss Thomas.

He did pull back after just a few kisses, because Thomas deserved to be reassured. "It happens, there's nothing wrong," he said, voice calm and adoring, lips brushing against his. A flush whispered up the back of his neck, and he gently slid off Thomas's lap.

"Come on. You'll put on some fresh shorts, and we'll lie in bed this time." He gave him a smile that he hoped was charming, maybe cheeky, but mostly he just felt flushed and a little shy for trying to be so bold. "I can be the pillow? I'm not quite all muscle, like this, even. You can put your head on my chest."