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The trouble with planning to not have plans was that, inevitably, it left Krem feeling like he ought to make plans anyway. He'd settled on making the barest plans that he could comfortably suffer while still calling the whole thing an act of relative spontaneity. They had, after all, planned the time together; they'd made sure their schedules were free of work or other obligations, had told their other friends they would be otherwise occupied, and promised each other the time. Neither of them were known for their ability to suffer idleness well, so Krem knew there would be at least one outing. Structured spontaneity. That sounded quite good.

So, he came with a small overnight bag, since they had discussed that option briefly and he liked that potential, the learning of being in Thomas's space for that long--but, more importantly, it had his running shoes in it--and with a large box full of a myriad variety of Chinese foods because he felt that a lie in was obligated to have food that they didn't really have to clean up after.

He'd texted Thomas to let him know that he was on his way after he'd picked up the food, and--grateful that there were no more animals loose in the streets--he headed there presently.

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"Yeah, yeah," he said, shuddering out that last vestiges of the orgasm before the blush settled in, darkening his cheeks and neck. He grimaced and shook his head again which he knew looked contradictory but it was hard to form words when there was still an undercurrent of pleasure thrumming through him.

"I wanted that, I did," he said, sounding less shattered finally. "I just didn't want to..."

He gestured down at his pants, wet and sticky, before looking back up. "I don't know a lot about this but I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to make a mess like that."

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."

The words and the kiss went a long way to ease the embarrassment that has flooded through Thomas's body after he'd made a complete and total fool of himself and a mess of his pants. He still wasn't really thrilled with his self control but there was nothing he could do about it now.

Thomas spent a few moments just looking at Krem standing before him and he flushed again because it was beautiful and he liked looking and even if he'd just come, it was still pleasurable to see something like this so close up.

"Okay," Thomas said, nodding and standing up. It felt awkward and gross considering the current state of his shorts but it wasn't that long a walk to the bedroom. "Okay, let's do that."

Krem smiled at Thomas encouragingly. His lingering gaze stirred up his flush again, made him lick his lips a little. He gave Thomas another kiss, turning him toward the bedroom and giving him a gentle push at the small of his back.

"Go get settled. I'll put the food away and be right there." He needed a moment to find his center again, at any rate, to calm the hot roll in his belly that hadn't died down with Thomas's orgasm but was still waiting for his own.

Once the food was all put away, he grabbed them each a bottle of water, too, and then headed toward the bedroom after where Thomas had disappeared to. His whole body was still ringing and excited, his fingers thrilling at the idea of touch. He set the water bottles down on the end of the bed.

Thomas carefully walked back to his bedroom and dug out a bare of shorts. He disappeared into the bathroom, tugging off his pants and shorts and tossing them into a pile of dirty clothes that had slowly grown.

He really needed to do laundry. He cleaned himself up quickly enough before sliding on his clean shorts. He tossed the long sleeved shirt away too, pulling on a tank top before finally padding out into the bedroom.

He was propped up against his pillows when Krem finally arrived and he couldn't help but stare for a few seconds because he was, again, struck by the realization that all of this had happened and wasn't some dream.

"Hi."

"Hi," Krem said back softly. With Thomas stripped down to his shorts and an undershirt, Krem let his eyes skate slowly, consumptively, over his body. He took in the long, wiry muscles of his arms and the thick muscles of his thighs, how rangy he was, still just a growing thing but getting to that settled sort of way that young men got. Very handsome. Krem smiled softly when his eyes came back up to Thomas's face.

He took off his jeans, leaving him only in his own shorts. His own short stature made his muscles look thicker than they were, he thought; if he'd been as tall as Thomas or Noah, he would have been leaner, more elegant. But his thighs and his arms still would have been thick. He wasn't displeased with his body. But he was aware of all the little differences.

He climbed up onto the bed and sprawled beside him, also against the pillows. "This is alright?"

"This is fine," Thomas said, moving closer to Krem when he'd gotten settled. He took a second (or maybe longer) to look him over, see skin he hadn't seen since they'd gone swimming together all those months ago. They'd both been different, their relationship different so Thomas felt like he was seeing Krem with new eyes.

"It's really fine," he murmured, nodding and reaching over to trace one single finger down Krem's thigh towards his knee. He circled around the muscles there, the bones that he could feel before moving back up his thigh and tapping gently.

Krem hummed contentedly, settling back a little more into the pillows. He looped an arm around Thomas, pulling him in just a little closer, so that he could run his own fingers across his shoulder blades with the same slow tracing speed that Thomas was using.

"So I take it looking's going well," he murmured against Thomas's hair, chuckling softly. As much as they joked about it, he just hoped that it wouldn't go back to only looking after this. The very idea of it made his chest ache.

Thomas's fingers were tapping and sliding back up his thigh, and Krem let out a shuddering, soft little sigh, shifting his hips just a little before he settled.

Thomas moved closer easily, quickly, wanting that warmth pressed back against him. His embarrassment from earlier had abated for the most part, left behind in a pile of clothes that he'd left in his bathroom.

"I think it is," Thomas said, walking his fingers up Krem's thigh and towards his stomach again. He traced a few absent patterns there, sighing and closing his eyes.

"I don't think it can be counted as just looking anymore," he added, still tracing loops and lines against Krem's skin.

Krem sighed, pressing a kiss to Thomas's forehead as his fingers traveled around of their own volition now, without guidance or the hindrance of the heaviness of shirts and jeans. Some small part of him speculated on the prospect of if they had tried to do this before Krem had discovered the wonder of sports bras and binders, back when he was still wearing his stay, or any of his other clothing from home. The thought of Thomas trying to navigate the layers of his outer clothes, let alone his under clothes, made him snort softly.

"No, this is definitely a bit past looking," he said gently, mouth lazy with a grin. He tipped his head down to kiss Thomas. "I'm rather alright with that. Though, how do I measure up as a pillow?"

"You're not bad," Thomas mumbled against Krem's lips, shrugging one thin shoulder. He didn't have much to compare it to, of course, but he knew he was comfortable and warm right now so that made Krem a shucking good pillow.

"Could be softer," he teased, pulling away and giving his stomach a light poke. The poking turned into Thomas pressing his hand down and stroking his nails back and forth along Krem's skin. "Should get to work on that. I might need a pillow in the future too."

"Not bad," Krem said, a smile on his lips as he carded his fingers through Thomas's hair. "You're not even on the comfortable parts..."

Krem had meant to say something a little more teasing perhaps, but the words got lost, tripped up and scrambled in a vague little noise as Thomas's nails scraped over his stomach. He shivered, heat racing down his body, sinking low in his belly. Unconsciously, his thighs squirmed together a bit.

Considering Thomas had his hands on Krem's stomach and his eyes on that movement, he didn't miss the movement of Krem's thighs. He reached down and slid his fingers over one of his thighs, lightly, tentatively, not wanting to step over any line Krem had.

"I can find the comfortable parts, if you want," Thomas murmured, glancing up at Krem and smiling gently at him. He knew there were comfortable parts, he wasn't that dumb, but touching them was a whole new thing for him. It'd be fumbly, maybe a little slow but he wanted to try.

Krem's breath hitched up a touch, a ruffling of air across Thomas's dark hair. He nuzzled at him, breathed in against him for a moment. There was a spike of nervousness in him that lasted only a second; not fear or anxiety or any sort of dread, because this was Thomas, and he was nervous and gentle and slow and that helped. But it was a nervousness of the newness of the two of them together.

He slid his hand down, covering Thomas's hand and threading their fingers together. Slowly, he pulled Thomas's hand up from his thigh to the front of his shorts. As when he touched Thomas, he kept their fingers outside, for now, but the warmth and the longing in his stomach begged for it.

"I have a few, if you want to explore," Krem said softly, leaning down to kiss Thomas again.

Thomas shivered but pressed his fingers down more firmly, acclimating himself to the new touch and letting Krem get used to his fingers. He knew he was clumsy and maybe not ideal so he didn't want to go too quick and completely shuck things up for the both of them.

"I've never done this before," Thomas said against Krem's lips, a statement so obvious that it probably didn't need to be said. "Show me. I might need a little help."

The shiver gave way to a blush and he bowed his head, forehead resting against Krem's shoulder. "Sorry."

Krem sighed against Thomas's mouth, the curious, clumsy tough a thrill all on its own for all its uncertainty. He spread his legs, just a bit, lifted the one on the outside of the bed so he could put his foot flat, knee bent; it opened him up a bit more, an exposing gesture, a welcoming one.

"It's okay." He coaxed Thomas gently back up, kissing him again. "As long as you want to. I'm...very easy to please. We can just kiss a while, and I'll probably..."

A flush rushed over Krem's face, and he breathed out a laugh. "The second time, ever, I was with someone, I got off just from kissing and some love bites. You're doing fine."

"I want to, I want to," Thomas said emphatically, nodding. He looked down at his hand, at the fingers Krem had pressed against the front of his shorts. He knew that it'd be different than what Krem had just done to him, that he couldn't just use what he'd felt and apply it here but that didn't matter. He wanted to try.

"What should I do?" he asked, leaning up and pressing a kiss against the underside of Krem's chin and down his throat. "You don't need to give me step by step guidance, just...what kinds of things do you like. Besides kissing. Kissing I'm going to do."

Krem sighed a little, tilting his head back into the pillow to expose his neck to the way that Thomas was kissing at him. He ran his own hands over Thomas's arms slowly, squeezing his biceps and then easing one hand down to cover Thomas's again.

Gently, he shifted Thomas's hand. It was only a slight adjustment--the slide of his palm, the curl of his fingers, and then Thomas's whole long-fingered hand was cupping him. Krem let out a moan, soft and breathless, that washed away into the space above his head.

"Anywhere your hand is is good," he breathed, trying to be steady for a moment longer. "To rub, to touch. Exploring's good. I'm still...pretty new to what's good, too. But it feels good."

"Okay," Thomas breathed against Krem's skin, pulling his lips away only to taste Krem with his tongue. He used the tip of his tongue and moved down the long column of Krem's neck, stopping in the hollow right above Krem's collar bone. He used his tongue to race the bone there before shifting closer again and returning his lips to Krem's neck.

His hand lay still for a few seconds before he remembered he could multi-task. He could use his tongue and he could use his fingers so he did. He pressed one finger, two fingers, three down and then stopped, repeating the process before rubbing them firmly, smoothly back and forth over the fabric of Krem's shorts, pushing down in the hopes that that was something good, that would give him more friction, something to enjoy.

Even if Thomas hadn't moved his hand, if it had just been the steady warmth and weight of his body close against him and his hand cupping him and his lips and tongue moving however they pleased now, adventurous instead of cautious, Krem would have been electric with sensation. Then Thomas started to move his fingers, just softly and curiously, and even though was a torrent of sparks through Krem.

Unlike Thomas out on the couch, Krem didn't hesitate to let Thomas know he'd done well by bucking his hips gently up against his palm and rolling his hips. He closed his eyes for a moment, let his body speak for him. Soft, needy noises in response to Thomas's lips on his skin; the steady heat and the wet building between his thighs; his hips shifted against the curve of Thomas's hand.

If he hadn't been otherwise occupied, if he hadn't wanted to feel more and hear more and see more of Krem reacting to him, he might have slid back and just gawked for causing such things in another person. He'd never thought the opportunity would have arisen, not even after he'd gotten to Darrow and the threat of WICKED and the Scorch and the Flare were no longer heavy on his shoulders.

Thomas pressed his face against Thomas's bite and nipped gently, Krem's words from before about kissing and love bites ringing in his ear. If that was something he liked, Thomas wanted to give it to him.

He pressed down with the heel of his hand, sliding that down the front of Krem's shorts and pressing again before re-positioning his hand, fingers pressing down against the clothing again and caressing as smoothly as his slightly shaking hand would let him.

The first gentle nip wrung a gasp out of Krem, louder than his gasping breaths and soft sighs, more concrete. He arched his back and squirmed for a moment, seeking out every inch of Thomas's body to press his again. It all felt spectacular.

"You can..." The words trailed off a little, swallowed into Krem's breathing for a moment, into the softness of his voice, and he cleared his throat. He ran his fingers up into Thomas's hair, then down his spine slowly. "You can move my shorts, if you...? It can be easier? Or...?"

His toes curled a little and he bit his lip, suddenly nervous, suddenly overcome with how close they were and how warm Thomas's body was and the gentle tremors in his body. "It's good. It feels good. Please don't stop?"

"I'm not going to stop," Thomas breathed against Krem's neck, licking the spot he'd just bitten. He leaned closer and sucked on Krem's neck, going with what felt right, what his instincts told him Krem might like all things considered.

Thomas gently pulled his hand back. He glanced down, trying to make sure that he didn't end up with his hand some place it wasn't wanted. He tucked his fingers beneath the waist of Krem's shorts and pushed down, already feeling the heat and dampness though it was much stronger now that there wasn't clothing between them.

Thomas breathed raggedly against Krem's neck and cupped his cunt, pressing his palm down before pushing one finger inside Krem tentatively, grateful that his fingers were long and flexible right now.

Thomas's words sank through him, a rock in a pond, ripples casting outward. Something in Krem's chest clenched, and it was a purely desirous sort of clench, a purely adoring one. Thomas's mouth was hot, his teeth and tongue a secondary behind the basic suction, and Krem moaned, a full noise, as his nails slanted against Thomas's back for a moment.

His breathing hitched up at the first nervous move Thomas made to reach into his shorts. Even as the touch was cautious, a little clumsy, Krem could feel himself moving toward it, inviting and excited by it. Touch was still so new to him, and he enjoyed learning it, knowing enough to be able to teach someone he cared about what he liked and otherwise expanding what he knew about himself to include new and exciting things.

Then, fingers were sliding against him and Krem's breath turned into a sighing moan. Thomas's hand felt big and warm against his cunt, his palm elegantly wide. Even if he was uncertain, he didn't seem it, a finger rocking in, and Krem squeezed around him, just for a moment.

Thomas barely stopped himself from asking if what he was doing was okay. He knew he needed to break himself of that habit, to trust his instincts and trust Krem to tell him something he was doing wasn't wanted. So, he kept his mouth fastened on Krem's neck, pressing open mouthed kisses down to his shoulder and back up again.

For a second, he kept his finger still, letting Krem adjust, letting himself get used to the feeling, the tightness. He gave his finger a slight wriggle, back and forth before slowly withdrawing his finger so he could slide it back in, faster and a little firmer, less tentative.