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 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.

"Maker, yes. Yes, it--it's more than okay, Thomas," Krem murmured, a burst of soft, breathy laughter coming out of him, purely happy and elated.

It was easy to get wrapped up in the pressure, the fullness, the feeling of Thomas's breathing on his skin and his weight over top of him. All of it was overwhelming in all the best possible ways it could be. He knew why Thomas needed to know--the newness of this, and all the truths Thomas knew about Krem's past. He appreciated it. He cupped Thomas's cheek, pressed his cheek against Thomas's.

"It's good," he breathed. "It's so, so good."

Anything else Krem might have said, quiet praise and reassurance, dissolved as Thomas's pace shifted a bit, driving a breathy series of noises out of him as he arched off the bed with pleasure.

Later, Thomas would pinpoint the words as being the ones that really pushed him over the edge. Up until then, he'd been doing a moderately good job of keeping his control in check. Each thrust in had produced a shudder, a tremble, a lengthy whimper but he'd been able to pull himself back and keep going.

That wasn't happening anymore. He tried to do it again but the control slipped through his fingers and the movements of his hips grew even more erratic. He gasped against Krem's neck, trying to kiss him just to ground himself but it didn't work.

Miraculously, his hips quickened, driving into Krem rapidly but there wasn't much of a rhythm, the smoothness falling away for someone scrabbling to hang on.

"I can't -- I'm gonna." He bit down on his lip and mumbled a bunch of nonsense against Krem's neck, hanging on for those last few seconds.

Krem was vaguely, distantly aware of the raspy, rushed way he was gasping for breath, the soft keen to his voice, the desperate edge to the tone of his wordless voice. He stayed as close to Thomas as he could get, tangled and clinging, absorbing the way that he was trying so hard to make a good showing of it, like he had something to prove here.

When he lost it, when his hips stuttered and jolted and rushed, Krem bit his lip. It half smothered a noise he made, high-pitched and needy, right on the edge of his own orgasm. He slipped his hand down from Thomas's cheek to touch himself, rubbing urgently, breath stuttering out.

"Yeah--yes. Yes."

It ended way before Thomas wanted it to end. He thought that maybe he'd be able to hang on for a few more minutes but his body betrayed him and turned those few minutes into a few seconds.

He was barely aware of Krem's movements, eyes clenched shut and face pressed against Krem's neck. He managed to snap his hips forward a few more times, trying to bury his dick as far inside Krem as he could before his orgasm ripped through him.

He shouted hoarsely against Krem's neck, shuddering and shivering as he pressed forward, trying to ride the pleasure out without passing the shuck out.

Everything seemed to blur and fade around him and he was barely aware of Krem's body and his sounds underneath him.

Krem whimpered, softly, squeezing at Thomas's hand that he was still holding, incapable of doing anything more than accepting the way he was moving now. It felt amazing; overwhelming, sweat-slick even in the short time they'd been pressed together, and Thomas's rough cry vibrated on his skin so neat and sharply.

He could feel the way he twitched inside, buried so deep it was almost too much. All Krem could do, then, was hold on and wait for Thomas to relax a little, wait for him to ease himself back, just a little.

Krem's whole body was burning, thrilling, right on the edge. He didn't dare move, wanting to prolong the closeness and contact of their bodies tangled close. He didn't dare say a word, worried Thomas would think he'd done something wrong in how any of that had gone. He turned his head gently, pressing a soft, heavy breathing kiss to Thomas's temple.

"Was that -- "

The words trailed off, replaced by quick inhalations and harsh exhalations. He licked his lips and cleared his throat, idly wondering if he should slide off to the side and get his weight off Krem.

Breathe in, breathe out.

"Are you all right?" Thomas asked, changing the wording of his question to make it softer, less insecure. "Are you okay?"

Krem continued to cling and hold on, as long as Thomas was close and against him. He breathed roughly, panting for breath like he'd gone hard at training or run for ages. The heat of Thomas's body was searing, the weight of his body comforting and grounding. Krem ran the edge of his nails up his spine.

"Excellent," he assured. He pressed a kiss to Thomas's temple, his cheek, his lips. "You felt amazing. It was good, it was so good."

He could feel Thomas softening and he knew he'd need to move, take off the condom, clean up just a little. The whole prospect seemed such a hassle. He kept kissing Thomas softly.

"We should do something to clean up," he murmured between kisses.

"Yeah, okay," Thomas said, keeping himself close for a second or two longer before he finally shoved himself off to one side. He took a moment longer to push his hair out of his face and blink his eyes open.

"Okay," he said, still trying to pull himself together. "I need -- yeah, I should use your bathroom."

There was a rush of chill when Thomas moved away, when the bed shifted with his weight. Krem breathed through the feeling of him pulling out--managed not to whimper or moan at the sensitive sensation of it, though it was a near thing.

He looked at Thomas, soft and searching, something twisted in his chest that worried for how he was taking this. Had they rushed too quickly? Was Thomas just rattled at how his body had reacted? Krem sat up and pressed a line of kiss across Thomas's shoulder, his neck.

Slowly, he smoothed his hands over Thomas's arms.

"I'll get us some water?" He was already slowly easing out of bed, untrusting of his shaky legs and slightly dimmed arousal.

Thomas took a few deep breaths and peered over at Krem, letting a small smile cross his face. The fuzz in his head was clearing and he felt more focused, more with it than he had.

"That tickles," he mumbled, hunching his shoulders up after Krem had kissed them. "My whole body's sensitive right now, don't make me laugh."

But, he was still smiling slightly as he pulled himself to his feet and walked towards the bathroom on his shaky legs. He didn't take too long in there, disposing of the condom and washing himself off before he came back into the bedroom.

While Thomas was in the bathroom, Krem got them water from the kitchen. The soft smile he'd given had settled some of the worry and doubt in Krem's chest, had helped to pull at the worried knot in his ribs.

When he came back, Thomas was already finished in the bathroom. Krem set the waters down on the bedside table and climbed onto the bed with him. He closed the laptop and set it down on the floor, then stretched out on his side, unconcerned with his nudity.

"Did you...like it?" It seemed a silly question to ask, but now, worried, Krem couldn't help it.

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