krempuff | keep it covered, I need you to run to me

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keep it covered, I need you to run to me

It had been a few days since the party at Semele's, which of course meant it had been a few days for Darrow to see that Krem's life had gone sideways in the worst kind of ways. Still, he was well aware that dwelling on his anxieties wasn't going to solve anything. After he'd discovered Aggie's disappearance, he'd been vocal in his protest against the statements that those that had disappeared had just, like so many others, returned home. The whole mess of it stank. And he'd dealt with enough corrupt situations to know the stink of it when he encountered it. But tonight wasn't about that. He'd done everything that he could for now. And for now, all he could do was wait and hope.

So he'd let Thomas know that he had an evening and day off in a row--a rare occurrence for him, and he planned to spend the day tomorrow filled with looking for Aggie again; but that could wait until after Thomas headed home. He knew that Thomas worked, but he let him know that the doors was open, that he was welcome to let himself in when he got here. He wasn't entirely sure when Thomas got off of work, supposing it probably depended on any number of things, but it wasn't as if Krem was likely to fall asleep.

He did wonder if he ought to put anything out in anticipation or presumption of the rest of the evening, but somehow that seemed to be asking a little too much. At this point, he'd just be glad to have Thomas there. More than ever, the quiet of the apartment was getting to him, and it would be good to have someone else there, even if just for the night, someone to be some sort of reassurance that things would be alright.

He curled up in the corner of the couch and waited, a book in his lap that he was only sort of reading.

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Krem hummed, soft and tuneless, as he leaned even closer to Thomas, a gentle pressure against his arm. He kissed the curve of his jaw, right where it bent and smoothed into his neck. He slid his hand slowly up the inside of Thomas's thigh, heavy and warm, until his fingers were warm and still against Thomas's crotch.

"I like the things you do," Krem said softly. "I trust you. It will be good."

"You're biased," Thomas mumbled, letting his eyes flutter closed and his breath come out in a quick exhale. His hips juddered slightly, moving closer to Krem's hand involuntarily.

"And you're distracting," he said, laughing and turning his head slightly towards Krem. "Trying to take my mind off this movie or something, shank?"

"I think my bias is sort of the whole point here," Krem said mildly, but it was truthful. When it got down to it, it didn't matter if Thomas lived up to some expectation he constructed for himself. It mattered if he was happy, if he was comfortable, if they enjoyed their time and company together. That was what Krem wanted most.

He smiled when Thomas looked at him, his palm moving slowly and gently over the front of Thomas's jeans. Somehow this felt more easy than anything else--they'd done this, he sort of knew what Thomas liked about this now--but just as embarrassing, with the movie still going on.

"I'm not stopping you watching it," he said softly, lips still close to Thomas's skin.

He glanced over to the screen, just in time to see that the two men had just started to fuck. The trans man, sprawled out on his back with his legs curled up and taking it, let out a rapturous noise, and Krem flushed darkly, watching for a moment as he kept touching Thomas through the fabric of his jeans.

Thomas exhaled again, trying valiantly to keep his eyes on the movie but failing when Krem was that close and had his hand on the front of his jeans. He shifted slightly, trying to get some more friction happening there without being too overt about it.

"It's hard to watch a movie when you're touching me and kissing me," Thomas pointed out, licking his lips and peering over at the television. His eyes widened at the sight that greeted him and he made a little sound in the back of his throat.

"Do you want me to stop?" Krem asked softly. He didn't though, not yet. The soft noise that Thomas made, from the touch and the sight on the screen, just made Krem want to keep touching him. It made him want to do more than touch, really.

"I'm not nearly that flexible," Krem said, laughing softly against Thomas's shoulder. He had plenty of flexibility, but he didn't think he could bend his legs up the way that he'd seen in half the pornographic videos he'd seen, clearly done to show off angles rather than for the actual sex acts. But he hoped the sort of playful tone would diffuse any nerves Thomas might have about watching and being touched at the same time.

"I didn't say that," Thomas told him, glancing over and shaking his head. "No, I don't want you to stop. I just want you to know you're distracting."

He smiled and leaned forward, trying to catch Krem's lips with his. Even without being able to see the screen, he could still hear what was going on and that was affecting. His cheeks and neck were going to be permanently red, he guessed, and there were goosebumps popping up on his arms and shoulders now.

Krem sighed softly into the kiss. It was nice, as kissing Thomas always was, and maybe more so for knowing the effect he had on Thomas. The background noises of the movie became nothing more than vague things he could filter out; he focused on Thomas's mouth, his warm body, the shape of him against Krem's palm.

He eased Thomas's jeans open, slipping his hand inside to touch Thomas's cock. He didn't break the kiss, not just yet, even opening his mouth just a little bit so it could go deeper. It felt different with the piercing on his lip, but still good.

Thomas's head was a mess of fuzz and, if he'd been thinking clearer, he might have pulled away, stopped from possibly irritating Krem's piercing but then Krem sneaked a hand down his pants and he forgot everything but his name and Krem's touch.

He lurched closer, deepening the kiss as much as he could in their current positions. His hips wanted to move, to surge forward and ask for more pressure but he managed to keep at least one thing in control.

Gently, making sure it wasn't too close to the edge, Krem pushed the computer away from them. They were already near the top of the bed, so there wasn't much to do in the way of adjusting side by side, but Krem was very suddenly more than aware of the ways they could be closer.

"Can I...?" He took his hand off Thomas a moment so he could use both hands to curl gently at the hem of Thomas's shirt, lifting it gently off his stomach. He didn't quite pull it up, though his skin was hot with the desire to.

"What?" Thomas asked, sounding a little dazed. He blinked and glanced down, finally noticing what Krem was asking and he hurriedly nodded his head.

"Yeah," he murmured, sliding back slightly so he could move his arms around, give Krem some space to slide his shirt off. "Yeah, go ahead."

Krem huffed a soft laugh, pulling Thomas's shirt off over his head after he'd pulled back a bit, and then pulling off his own and the binder with it as well. When they were both shirtless, he scooted in close again, this time sliding himself more on top of Thomas than just against his side.

He was definitely being a distraction now, and he knew it. It was entirely possible he could help himself; he just didn't want to. The prospect of being close, and feeling Thomas's skin against his, was too tempting. He wanted that more than he wanted to sit by and watch the video alongside him.

Still, just yet, he didn't try to strip either of them down any further. He went back to kissing again, wrapping his arms around Thomas's neck and pressing in close as he let out a soft, happy moan.

The movie was pretty much forgotten as soon as Krem climbed atop him, putting his face and his skin in Thomas's view instead of a movie. This was better anyway. The movie hadn't been bad but this was better, this was something that Thomas could touch and shiver against and sigh about.

He slung his arms around Krem's waist, trying to drag him closer without jostling the kiss too much. He shifted himself down the bed some, trying to invite Krem closer or more on top of him or whatever he really wanted.

The way they shifted, the subtle ways their bodies moved together, heightened the heat under Krem's skin. Thomas was so close and so warm, his arms gentle and strong and pulling him in, and Krem was happy to get as close as he could. He wanted more, almost desperately, but he was as nervous as Thomas sometimes, if in different ways. But he trusted Thomas, maybe more than almost anyone right now.

He slid his hands down slowly, lifting them off of Thomas's body so he could ease out of his jeans with a haste that told of his arousal but that he hoped wouldn't come off as desperation. He left his shorts on, for now.

He straddled Thomas's lap again once he'd stripped down that far, rocking his hips against Thomas as he nuzzled in against his neck.

Up until now, Thomas had been relatively quiet. He'd let soft exhalations escape from his lips, let himself make sounds in the back of his throat but then there was Krem, taking off his pants and rocking down against him and he couldn't contain a moan.

He almost looked shy about it, surprised, but he didn't look ashamed. He licked his lip, watching Krem with bright eyes. He let his hands settle on his thighs, stroking up and down gently while he watched and breathed.

They were, Krem thought, reaching a tipping point. He could pull back from this, just a little. He could settle for everything they had done and could continue to do until one or the other of them built up the courage again to be this bold. There would be no shame in reaching down between their bodies and using his hand to bring Thomas off, he knew that.

Or.

He leaned, just a little, to reach the bedside table and pull a condom out of the drawer. It was such a simple thing, really, but the knowledge of what the gesture meant seemed huge. When he returned to center, he pressed the little foil package gently against one of Thomas's palms.

"...we don't have to." It went without saying, really. But so much had changed in the months they'd known each other. So much had changed from that first time they'd danced on the beach, or gone swimming, or when he'd kissed Thomas in his kitchen. "But if you'd want to, we can."

Thomas's head was fuzzy and muddled with pleasure and sensation. All he could feel were the warm spots where Krem's body touched his, the feel of Krem's breath against Thomas's cheeks and the tightness in his pants that was only increasing the more they did.

When he opened his eyes and blinked down at what Krem had put in his hand, his hips lurched a little, bright excitement in his eyes. Control was something he didn't always have a lot of.

"I -- " He swallowed. "I've never -- before. Is that all right? I want to but I've never."

He swallowed thickly, fingers closing around the foil wrapper while he looked up at Krem for assurances or at least understanding.

Krem smiled and nodded. He kissed Thomas, soft and slow, leaking out every ounce of adoration and affection he had in his chest. He cupped Thomas's cheeks, then trailed his fingers down his neck slowly.

"I know," he said softly, right against his mouth. "It's alright. And it's alright if we need to stop, after we've started. If it's too much."

That was as much for him as it was for Thomas, but he meant it. With another soft kiss, he smiled at him. "But we both want to. It will feel good. I promise."

Kissing was easy, kissing was something he'd gotten fairly decent at over the months. He remembered being slightly terrified of the fact, remembered almost feeling like he was betraying Teresa but as time passed, he'd become more confident and Teresa's memory had faded, a dull ache like everything else.

"Oh, I don't doubt that it'll feel good," Thomas laughed, shaking his head. "I've done enough stuff to know that it'll feel good. I just don't want to..."

He blushed and lowered his voice. "Mess it up for you."

"You won't mess anything up, herus," Krem whispered. He slid off Thomas, but pulled him close. He pushed and pulled at his clothing, sighing against his skin, smiling at him so he could see how much he believed that single, full sentiment.

Like kissing, stripping down seemed the easiest part of all this, so he kept kissing Thomas as he got them down to their skins. They'd both seen each other like this, they knew each other's bodies now.

When they were both naked and close, Krem cupped Thomas's cheeks again. "Trust me. I love you, Thomas."

Thomas marveled at how steady Krem's voice was, at how assured his hands were. He did his best to help Krem strip him out of his clothing without breaking the kiss. He was coordinated but not all together graceful so he was pleased that Krem could do most of the work.

He nearly dropped the condom at Krem's words and he had to blink his eyes open and stare, amazed and awed all at once.

"You -- really?" he asked, breathless.

Krem felt equally breathless in the wake of the soft confession that had spilled out of his lips. He was quiet a moment, still touching Thomas's face. All he could do was nod.

He had known for ages, but been too scared to say. Too scared Thomas wouldn't feel the same way--or he would, but everything would be different or difficult or ruined. But there the words were, and here they laid, close and naked.

Krem kissed Thomas again. "Really."

"I -- " Whatever Thomas had been about to say (and he wasn't really sure) was cut off when Krem kissed him. He was almost grateful because he honestly hadn't known what was about to come out of his mouth so he was more than happy to press closer, kiss harder.

There was only bare skin between them so each press seemed to heat up his blood, make him moan when his lips weren't pressed against Krem's. Whatever he was going to say was lost to him for the moment. All he was concerned about was kissing and skin and trying not to shuck this up.

Krem moaned, soft and fluttering, as Thomas kissrd him, slow, slow and then deeper, hungrier, more confidently. The tremble of his anxiety fluttered in Krem's ribs. It had nothing to do with Thomas or their closeness or anything like that, but the quiet, treacherous caution his brain sometimes worried about.

He found the condom that Thomas had dropped in the sheets. Opened it and reached down, rolling it onto Thomas with an ease that spoke of having done it at least a couple times--and he had. But never like this. Not quite like this at least.

He smiled and nuzzled against him gently. "Okay. Ready?"

Thomas stiffened when Krem started rolling the condom on and it was only down to trying to maintain control of himself. He wasn't liable to come at just the touch of Krem's hands but his control in these situations still wasn't great and with the knowledge of what they were about to do, it was lessened even more.

He licked his lips and opened his eyes, peering over at Krem quietly. "I -- I think so. Are you? Don't we have to do something so I don't hurt you?"

First time or not, Thomas was still a teenager and he'd used the resources available to him here to explore. At least a little.

Krem smiled, and plucked one of Thomas's hands gently, bringing it down between his thighs. His cunt was slick and wet, and Krem knew, from his own experiences, that it would be easy to take him now. Still, he laid Thomas's fingers against him for a moment, rubbing gently, even as he leaned in to kiss him.

"You won't hurt me," he murmured, a soft, reassuring promise. "We'll go slow to start. So we both know how it feels."

His hand left Thomas's where it was, resting against him, and he drew him close so they could kiss again. Their bodies could slip and grind against each other like this, and it was smooth and easy and natural, between the stutter of their hips, for their bodies to line up. He didn't push it, didn't rush it. He simply kissed Thomas and waited for it to happen naturally.

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