Krem smiled, arching up then and pressing a kiss more firmly against Thomas's mouth. It smothered out the end of Thomas's words, silly as they were--sleeping, pros and cons, all the rest of that; they both knew it was silly teasing.

Now, rather than teasing, he pushed Thomas's shirt up all the way. Compared with the still too-thin young man he'd been September, he was denser now, more solid and substantial. Thomas was never going to be a large man, but it was good that he seemed properly filled out now.

Krem pulled away from the kiss only long enough to pull Thomas's shirt over his head. He pulled off his own as well, while they weren't kissing, and pulled Thomas back in for more of that before he could get too good of a glance at the bruising across his chest.