krempuff | Seeking some thrills, I been wanting one more

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Seeking some thrills, I been wanting one more

It was late when the Fight Club broke, or early, depending on how you looked at it. Krem was sore, aching, starting to get that shake in his limbs that spoke of the adrenaline finally leaking out of his systems. He took the collection of weaponry he'd taken out to the grounds back to his apartment, just so they were collected and safely stored. And then, too agitated to be alone, he walked.

His legs and lungs were aching. When he stopped, he was standing in front of the Bramford. He slid his hands over his gym slacks, realized he was wearing a pair that didn't have pockets and that he hadn't brought his phone anywhere with him. That was stupid of him.

It was late. He should, he knew, just go back home.

But then, aching, he was standing in front of Thomas's door. He knocked, hard enough that it would be able to be heard all the way back to the bedroom--he knew the acoustics of the inside of Thomas's apartment well by now--but almost hoping that Thomas would be asleep, and able to sleep through the noise of him coming by. If he didn't answer within a couple moments, Krem would go.

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"More than decent," Krem assured with a smile. He slipped his hands through Thomas's hair, like Thomas had through his a moment before, and tussled it gently. Then, down and down and down.

When he reached Thomas's hips, he pulled his fingers off Thomas's body and hooked his thumbs in his own shorts. The way Thomas was over him, he was tucked between his legs, and so he was perfectly capable of stripping off his shorts while still lying underneath Thomas.

It left him nude. Not naked. That implied some shame, some nerves, and in this moment, Krem felt none of that. He skipped his fingers up the outsides of Thomas's thighs to his hips.

"You're not hiding some broken bone or missing limb under your shorts, are you?" Thomas asked, glancing down like he might see some new injury that required medical attention. It wasn't a serious look and those weren't serious words.

"I wouldn't put that past you," he murmured, dropping a quick kiss on Krem's nose before moving one of his legs to slide up and around one of Krem's. The touch of skin, bare and warm, made him shiver and he pushed himself up to his knees so he could get his own shorts off.

"Gosh, I hope not," Krem said with a little hum, squirming this way and that so Thomas could get a good look. Really, the worst of the bruising was on his torso; he hardly had any on his legs at all, and most of them were glancing ones on his thighs, down near his knees, from being tripped.

The sweet gesture of Thomas's kiss made Krem smile. "I promise, I didn't even bleed in your bed. I was very well behaved."

Now? Less well behaved. That was alright. He bit his lip a little bit as Thomas stripped off his shorts as well.

"It wouldn't be the first time I've had blood in my bed," Thomas said with a crooked smile. He'd bled enough on his sheets to nearly be an expert on how to wash them so it wouldn't stain. He'd been doing better lately but Darrow had a way of sending him home with scrapes, cuts, burns and bruises.

He shucked off his shorts, tossing them somewhere on his floor and then moving to lean back over Krem. He braced himself with a hand above Krem and smiled.

"So, no clothes now," he pointed out obviously. He still sounded amused. "What's next?"

"And making such a fuss about me," Krem said, gently chastening, but his smile still strong and bright. Thomas's weight was still hovering over him. He contemplated reversing their positions, rolling Thomas onto his back and sitting on his waist instead. It would be a deliciously wicked temptation.

He cupped the back of Thomas's neck and leaned up to kiss him. It was slow and deep and full of wonderful promise. No clothes now. Just them and the whole day.

Thomas arched an eyebrow and shook his head. He didn't think he'd made a fuss but maybe he had and he hadn't realized it. He thought he'd just been concerned. It wasn't every day someone came to his door that early in the morning all beat up. He'd thought they were back in some horrible version of this city for a second or two.

He'd been waiting for Cranks to show up.

Thomas didn't get a chance to say anything though before Krem pulled him down for the kiss. Thomas wasn't that hard pressed to argue that he'd break away either so he stored it up, saved it for another time and pressed Krem into the mattress as best he could with his slight weight and lean frame.

Krem very graciously let himself be pressed into the mattress. Gracious wasn't the right word; he went willingly and happily, all boneless ease as he melted into the kiss.

It was just that for a time that seemed to melt into eternity. Close, warm bodies and slow, warm kisses, Thomas's body on top of his and not a single care in the world. It was easy to get wrapped up in something so simple.

Slowly, his hands slid from the back of Thomas's neck and down his back, circling his waist to sink down his sides to his hips. He rubbed his thumbs at the arches of Thomas's hips, sighing into the midst of the kiss. It was a purely joyous noise.

Thomas shivered, feeling his skin turn hot and sensitive under Krem's touch. He wondered if he'd ever grow used to things like this, be able to be touched like this without feeling like he was going to come apart at the seams. He was still inexperienced but he wasn't brand new and sometimes he still felt that way.

It was both a blessing and a curse.

Thomas took some initiative, deepened the kiss at the press of fingers against his hips. He shifted, pressed his hips down into Krem's and stayed that way until he couldn't bear it anymore. He smothered a moan against Krem's lips and kissed him again.

The laziness of their kissing was starting to ripple and break. Krem shivered as well. When Thomas pressed close, Krem pressed back, impossibly close. Their hips ground together, a slow movement that belied that the kisses were getting sloppy and more breath than actual kiss.

He reached down between them and touched Thomas, a tease of fingers along the length of him, his mouth barely moving away.

"Have you got a--a condom?" He wanted him desperately, a dull ache of want that almost hurt. As soon as the question came out, he felt demanding, rushing, pushing.

Thomas shuddered, thoughts momentarily scattered to the wind at just that light touch. Apparently, despite all his confidence, a simple touch still had the ability to leave him speechless and almost at the edge of that precipice. Maybe, one day he'd have better control. As it was, he barely yanked himself back from the edge and nodded dumbly.

"In the -- in the drawer," he said, pointing one uncoordinated hand to the nightstand at the head of the bed. "I think I put a few in there. Can you reach or do you -- should I move?"

Krem watched the slightly distant, distracted look come over Thomas's face when he touched him. He smiled and squirmed, just a little, underneath him so he could turn and stretch for the bedside table.

It rubbed them up against each other. That might have been a little deliberate. Maybe he should have done something earlier to relieve some of Thomas's pent up tension, so he wasn't so jittery and right on the edge.

His fingers brushed a foil package and he pulled it out, settling back down on the bed sigh a quiet sigh. With the condom retrieved, he felt significantly more at ease. He kissed Thomas again, slow and deep.

Thomas wasn't one hundred percent certain that he'd found the condom but Thomas hoped he had. He was dazed and his focus was rapidly going away so if he had to go digging for something, it would probably be quite the spectacle.

Thomas let Krem take care of the condom until he'd need to sit up, get the condom actually on himself. Right now, he was content to do this, to kiss Krem and slide his tongue along Krem's lower lip. He was completely fine with tiptoeing his fingers up Krem's side and higher, high enough to tangle up in his hair.

The slowness had settled back over them, an almost hesitant quality to the air, but it was a less a nervousness, like their first time together. Now, it was a hesitation of control, of not wanting to rush, of enjoying this moment before.

Krem sighed at the wetness of the kiss, the playfulness. He squirmed a little, more his torso than his hips, and hummed as Thomas's fingers brushed up ticklish spots on his sides. When he plunged his fingers into his hair, Krem was practically glowing.

Krem tilted his head back, just a touch, just enough to expose his neck a bit if Thomas wanted to kiss him there as well. But he didn't quite break the kiss. He was enjoying that far too much at the moment.

Thomas kept his hands in Krem's hair for a moment or two longer, tugging and pulling at it lightly. He didn't want to hurt, didn't want to cause pain but sometimes the kiss hit him in such a way that he had to react and his hands just had to grab and tug lightly.

He didn't move down to Krem's neck, not yet, because he had to pull back and breathe. Others might have been able to go longer but he was new to this still and he had to breathe so he wouldn't end up passing out on top of Krem. He smiled though, licked his lips and brushed his fingers gently through Krem's hair to make up for the tugging.

While Thomas's fingers were busy, tangled up in his hair, Krem trailed his slowly, over and over, up and down Thomas's arms. It was an encouragement, quiet and emboldened with each little twist and tug, each press of lips and slide of tongue.

He chuckled, softly, as Thomas pulled back. It was easy to ease back into the mattress and just admire Thomas, an open express on his face while Thomas rubbed at his scalp in needless apology. He slid one of his hands up and rubbed at Thomas's scalp as well, equally gentle, until he ended up cupping the back of his head.

It was all--there was no other word for it--delightful. He felt warm, and adored, and strangely at peace with himself, this strange body of his that Thomas didn't mind. Not because of what it was, or how it looked. Because it was his.

He rather liked that.

"Do you -- " Thomas trailed off and dipped lower again, pressed a kiss again Krem's forehead and sighed. Words. He had to use his words. He'd gotten better with actions but words were still needed especially at a time like this when he knew what he wanted but wasn't sure if his desire lined up with Krem's.

He guessed that their desires were the same but how they got there could be different and Thomas didn't want to make a mistake, assume, do something wrong that could cause discomfort or awkwardness.

He'd done that enough already.

"Do you want to -- like this?" Thomas finally asked, stuttering out the words and feeling his cheeks heat up and turn red.

Krem perked, a little, as Thomas spoke up. He didn't press, letting Thomas find the words himself. When he did, Krem hummed, trying to think if there might be any better way for them to configure themselves, to avoid his bruises and have Thomas not worry so much about hurting him.

He kissed those sweet flushed cheeks after a moment of thought, cupping the back of Thomas's neck.

"I like being able to see you," he whispered. His cheeks went hot with shy, excited embarrassment as well. "So. Like this or--you on your back?"

"We did it like this last time," Thomas said, pretty sure his face and neck and shoulders were red. He just wanted to laugh at himself, at how easily he could be made to do this. He shook his head, laughed at himself.

"So, maybe on my back?" he suggested, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. He wasn't exactly sure how that would work (he knew the basics but newness meant nervousness) but he didn't want to fall into a boring routine. "Do you want to try that?"

There was something lurking in Thomas's gaze, some worry or concern, that had nothing to do with Krem's bruises. Gently, Krem pushed Thomas back, until they were both sitting up. He wrapped his arms around Thomas's shoulders and leaned his forehead against Thomas's, the warm flush of his skin touching against his own.

"I want," Krem murmured, rubbing slightly tense muscles and warm cheeks with softly coaxing fingers, "for you to be comfortable. With me on my back or you on yours. Or--we don't--"

He hesitated, exhaling slowly. He breathed. "You don't have to, just because I want to. We can just keep kissing."

"I wouldn't still be here if I wasn't comfortable," Thomas assured him, giving his head a shake. He wanted to be there even if he worried about doing something wrong or not making it good for Krem. He wanted to be there because it felt good, made him feel warm and comfortable.

He hoped that, if he didn't want this, he'd be able to articulate it. He thought he'd gotten to that place with Krem that he could say that and not worry about Krem's reaction.

"I've just never done it like that before so if there's a better way for you..." He trailed off, smiled shyly. "I want you to feel good."

"I just wanted to make sure," Krem said. He smoothed his fingers down Thomas's arms and kissed him, slow and deep and sure now that Thomas had reassured him of that, and that his concern was just about making this good. He supposed it would be a little easier for him--and it was sweet of him, worrying about it.

Krem smiled against the kiss, matching Thomas's soft shyness with some of his own. "We can try with you on your back? And if it's not good for one of us, we--we'll try it another way? I just. I don't want you to worry about hurting me. And I like being able to kiss you, when we..."

"I'm not worried about hurting you," Thomas mumbled, pressing another kiss down onto Krem's lips before he started to slide off, to move so he could be on his back comfortably and so Krem could -- could climb on top of him, he supposed.

Thinking of it like that made the blush shoot down his arms and further down his chest. He was hopeless.

"I'm worried about being bad at new things," he admitted with a shrug and sheepish expression. "I'm always going to worry about that."

Krem watched the flush race over more of Thomas's body, a slow creep of color across his skin, completely endeared to the show of it. He didn't think he'd seen Thomas get so caught up in it before. There were times he got flushed and flustered, times he stammered and mumbled and even flailed a bit. But this was something else entirely.

He let Thomas arrange himself and then he took a moment to just touch him as he laid back. It was, he hoped, a soothing sort of touch. He rubbed his fingers slowly across Thomas's chest and stomach, certain enough in the gesture to not tickle. He leaned over him and kissed his chest, his ribs, down his stomach a bit. Then, he grabbed the condom, opening the foil and rather hastily rolling the rubber onto Thomas's cock.

He was barely holding himself back. He didn't want to be bad at this either, though. He wanted this to be good, for both of them but especially for Thomas.

It took a little bit of maneuvering, but, steadying a hand next to Thomas's ribs and holding his cock gently steady with the other, Krem eased himself down onto him. He bit his lip against an absolutely ridiculous noise of pleasure. It made it out anyway.

Thomas was certain, absolutely certain, that he would not ever get used to this feeling of overwhelming pleasure. It came at him from all sides, pressing down on him until his breath stuttered and his vision blurred. It felt like he was on fire but there was no pain, just heat.

When Krem settled down on his hips, he had to grab at his thighs, still him for a few moments because he always felt like he'd lose it right away if they went too fast. It didn't last long before he was stroking instead of holding and arching his back as that seemed to settle himself deeper.

He bit his lower lip and then licked it, opening up his eyes and nodding. "Move, you can move."

Thomas's grip, the silent demand for his stillness, was a good one. It gave Krem a moment to adjust. He was not uncomfortable, but the angle was one he hadn't done in months. He flushed just to remember, and then quickly stopped thinking about it, focusing instead on Thomas's hands on his thighs and the the slow relaxation of his face.

When he shifted a little, it eased a soft, needy noise out of Krem. Thomas had barely told him it was good to move when he started.

He kept his hand next to Thomas's ribs, leaning forward a little as he started to roll and rock his hips, building a rhythm with his hips that matched the soft, breathy noises he was sighing out after only a few shifts of his hips.

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