"Not everyone," Krem assured, still gently smudging his thumb against Thomas's jaw. He stepped away from the wall, closer to him, and pressed a brief, chaste kiss to his mouth, hoping that the taste of blood from the inside of his mouth wasn't present on his lips.

"If I can? More to get the dust and sweat off." Not that he hadn't been sweaty in Thomas's bed, but he felt grimy at the moment, in a way that spoke of the cling of dirt to his skin. It was different than just being a little sweaty.