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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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.

Thomas's breath hitched slightly when Krem guided his fingers down and in between his legs. There was warmth and slickness there, coating his fingers and he instinctively pushed in, slowly, just to feel for himself.

He knew what the next step was and he wanted it badly, wanted it enough that his hips juddered against forward, cock sliding against Krem's stomach and hip and he started to apologize before he blushed.

Slow was a good choice. He glanced down, watched his fingers disappear into Krem's cunt and Thomas closed his eyes at the feeling. His fingers slipped out and he shifted closer, trying to line up his hips now.

Krem kissed the apology away, sighing both at how Thomas's fingers filled him, moving gently, and then were shortly slid back out. He took Thomas's hand, lacing their fingers together, lifting his hand so he could kiss the back of his palm, his jut of his wrist, the bend of his thumb.

He lifted his hips, gently, and wrapped an ankle gently around the back of Thomas's thigh. It drew him in, lined them up. There was a moment of pressure, a deliberation of their bodies, before everything lined up, fit together.

Krem inhaled and then sighed out noisily, squeezing the hand he held as he felt Thomas slide into him.

Thomas was going to come apart at the seams.

There was a brief moment of hesitation, just the slightest of resistance before Thomas's cock slid in and he swore his whole entire body shuddered with the sensation. He was pretty sure he was going to turn into a pile of dust right there.

Clenching his eyes closed, he bowed his head and tried to fight off the immediate and forceful need to come. He couldn't move just yet, not while he was balancing on a hair trigger. There had to be some shucking control left in him and he just had to find it.

Krem let himself just breathe. He focused on the still concentration of Thomas's body, the focus written across his forehead and neck and shoulder, the way he breathed. He tried to be still as well, when all he wanted was to move, to shift, to feel every inch of their skin pressed together.

Slowly, he lifted the hand he was holding, kissing Thomas's fingers and knuckles and wrist once more. It was a reassurance, a grounding, a confidence without words. He was here, not going anywhere, and they had all the time in the world. This felt good, searingly warm in comparison to everything else Krem knew.

His thighs trembled a little, brushed up close to Thomas's hips, as he waited patiently for him with a tender smile on his lips.

"Sorry," Thomas said, blinking his eyes open and peering down at Krem. "It's just -- if I didn't take a second, I wasn't going to last and this was going to be so embarrassing."

Thomas sincerely doubted he was going to last all that long anyway, even with the momentary pause in things to catch his proverbial breath. He licked his lips and rocked his hips forward just a touch, just to ease himself into things.

He didn't want to go too fast and have things be over too soon. It was going to be quick anyway, no need to make it quicker.

"Nothing to apologize for," Krem breathed, still smiling when Thomas finally opened his eyes again. He didn't mind the momentary respite, the chance to catch his breath and let his body adapt to the sensation of fullness. It had been a while since he'd done anything sexual, and Thomas was new and different, and the way their bodies fit together took getting used to.

The first, tentative rock pressed the air out of Krem's lungs. He arched off the bed a little, licking his lips for a moment. Whatever else happened, however quickly this might or might not be over, it was already tender and overwhelming and spectacular.

"It feels good," he murmured, leaning up, kissing Thomas tenderly. "You feel good, Thomas."

"I don't -- I don't know how long I'll be able to do this," Thomas said, sounding apologetic again. His hips snapped forward again, a little faster, a little harder than before. The movement surprised a gasp out of Thomas.

His hips seemed to know what to do even his mind was telling him that he wasn't going to last, that he was going to do something wrong. His body had other intentions and Thomas was fine with letting his baser instincts take over for a little while.

He shut his eyes and bowed his head, lips finding Krem's chest while his hips fell into a slow but steady rhythm. He seemed to shiver each time his hips slid back and quiet moans and gasps were smothered in Krem's skin.

"'s oka--ah, hey." The stuttering, deep thrust, off balance from the others so far, sent tremors of pleasure through Krem. His eyes unfocused for a moment, especially as Thomas seemed to settle into things, despite his cautious, worried warning.

Thomas tucking his head down, the settling of their bodies into a rhythm, rattled a soft moan out of Krem's chest. He kissed the top of Thomas's hair, down his hairline to his ear. He wanted to murmur reassurances to him--how good it felt, how much he trusted him, how it was alright if it was over quick--but English had left him.

All he could do was breathe and move to meet Thomas, tucking in against him, whining softly and occasionally murmuring his name with a gentle, emphatic need.

IF there was ever a time to be grateful that his thoughts were quiet, it was right now. He wouldn't have been able to do much if he'd been over thinking plus everything else that was going on. His body had enough to deal without Thomas making it worse, questioning every move and stroke and caress.

So, he just let it happen. For what seemed like longer than a second, Thomas just panted against Krem's neck before he decided that maybe he could multi task without coming too quickly.

Inching forward, Thomas pressed a kiss against Krem's neck before becoming bolder and sucking harder, sucking what he hoped would be a little bruise, a little memento.

His hips stuttered slightly but didn't stop, angle twisting just the slightest bit and it made Thomas whimper and gasp against Krem's neck.

Each little shift, little movement, pressed a huff of a sigh out of Krem, a tender noise of happiness for the gentle way that Thomas moved. When Thomas pressed his lips, his teeth, to his neck, Krem arched a little, a more certain moan crashing out of him. He couldn't control it at that point. His whole body shivered with desire.

"Yes," he breathed, though it wasn't in reference to anything in particularly. Just the quiet reassurance of the moment. This was good and right, this was what he wanted--what they both wanted.

He shifted his legs slightly, wrapping his ankles around the back of Thomas's thighs to keep him close as he felt that stutter in his hips. It was never hard or rough or fast, but it all felt good, twisting his face and body with pleasure.

"Is this okay?" Thomas couldn't help but ask. Even if his mind was mostly silent, he still wanted to make sure he wasn't hurting Krem or that this was pleasurable for the both of them.

Thomas knew he was trembling every so often, a reaction born purely out of the push of his hips in and the pull out. He was panting against Krem's neck, hot breath flowing across Krem's skin.

Something hot was pooling in his belly and he tried to stave it off, tried to keep it at bay just for a little while longer. His hips quickened, deeper thrusts replaced by shallow while Thomas's control started unraveling.

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