Krem moaned softly through the last few stuttering beats of Thomas's hips. The feel of his come on their bodies made Krem clutch his hand briefly at Thomas's hair, before he soothed gently at his scalp, scratching gently, sighing against his ear.

His body relaxed slowly, his breathing still ragged and sharp, frayed on the edges. He nuzzled gently at Thomas's ear and neck, a content noise slipping out of him. For the moment, it didn't matter what a mess they were; they could worry about it when they'd gotten their breath back under control.

He ran the hand not buried in Thomas's hair gently against his side, tracing the contour of his ribs, the swell and shift of them under his skin. He kissed his neck gently, stayed tucked there against his soft skin and breathed in the smell of him.