Krem chuckled, smiling contentedly at Thomas's teasing. He was half right, after all: Krem knew where everything was and could throw himself something together from Thomas's meager groceries if he was really that hungry if he came over in the middle of the night.

Thomas's hands were warm and firm enough to be sure-seeming, which was a wonderful comparison to the first time they'd fallen to kissing and touch like this. Krem was feeling lazy enough to not push anything, either. He hummed and shook his head, bending back down to kiss Thomas again.

"Just don't squeeze too tight," he said against the kiss. "It all looks worse than it feels, I promise."