Seeking some thrills, I been wanting one more

[krempuff]

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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"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.

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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?"

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"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?"

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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."

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"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."

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"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..."

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"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."

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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.

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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."

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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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This position was a lot different than the last time. Krem was in control, setting the pace and the rhythm, controlling the whole encounter. All Thomas could do was clutch at his thighs, raking his nails down the bruised skin and lift his hips whenever he managed to have a lucid enough thought.

Thomas closed his eyes again, tipped his head back into the pillow and tried to gather up every single morsel of control so he could last, so that this wouldn't end too soon. He exhaled, breath whistling through his suddenly dry lips. He wet them and then bit down on his lip hard enough to sting.

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"Hey," Krem breathed. He leaned forward, over Thomas, not quite stopping but slowing down a little. Not that he'd been going particularly quick in the first place, steadiness more important than speed at the moment, especially with the ache of Thomas's nails racking at his skin.

He shifted his hand from next to Thomas's side to his head, carding his fingers through his hair. Gently, he kissed him, first on the month and then slowly down his throat. He leaned back again, just enough that he could watch Thomas's face.

He brushed his thumb on Thomas's cheek. "Hey. Look at me?"

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Thomas shivered, the words coming at him as if he was underwater. He didn't know if Krem was talking or if he was imagining. He didn't know if the words were a request or just words of pleasure. He didn't really know anything until he felt Krem touch his hair, kiss him and then he pulled his eyes open.

Blinking slowly, nervousness crossed his face and he quickly tried to cover it. "Did I -- is something wrong? Am I doing it wrong?"

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Krem smiled when Thomas opened his eyes, infused it with reassurance when the worry settled in. He kept his hand against Thomas's cheek, the other moving to settle over Thomas's fingers on his thigh and squeeze gently. It made their movements inherently slow as Krem had to figure out how to balance himself without knocking his head against Thomas's.

"No," he whispered, and kissed Thomas softly again. "No, I just thought--maybe it'd be easier if you relaxed a little. If you stopped worrying."

He laughed, soft, a little teasing. Both of his hands moved until they came together, neatly resting against Thomas's chest. He knew it was a lot to ask. He tripped his kiss down to Thomas's neck and then rested there, sprawled out on top of him, shifting and grinding his hips slowly, breathing into his neck.

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"I'm not -- " He trailed off to inhale and hold his breath, ground himself in the here and now. He didn't want to let go too much lest he end this too early. His control was already slip sliding all over the place, the least he could do was at least keep some of it to himself.

"I'm not worrying," he said, finding his voice again. He licked his lips and shook his head. "I'm trying not to embarrass myself. It's different than worrying."

In Thomas's head, that was true. Through the haze of pleasure and the hot press of skin, he was absolutely convinced of that fact.

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"Worrying about embarrassing yourself," Krem murmured against Thomas's throat, as Thomas made his exact point for him by bringing it up. Krem smoothed his hands across Thomas's chest, brought them up to cup the back of Thomas's neck.

"It's okay."

He sat back up then, keeping one hand gentle behind Thomas's neck. The other he slid down his own body, a show of a gesture, wanting Thomas to see him, to watch him, as he brushed his fingers fleetingly over his chest and then down between his legs to rub at his clit. He started to move again, more earnest, more expansive, riding him with an intention that was clearly for the pleasure of getting them off, however quickly that happened.

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"Oh. Oh.

It was the combination of the movement and seeing it, the fact that the thrust of Krem's hips nearly made his eyes roll back into his head and seeing Krem touch himself nearly made him choke on his tongue. His breath whooshed out and he had to fight to keep his eyes open. He did, though, he kept looking, kept watching Krem while he started to slowly come apart at the seams.

"Shuck. Oh shuck," he mumbled, biting down on his lip and moaning. He wasn't worrying, though. Worry was the last thing in his head right now.

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Thomas's reaction buffeted a breathless, moaning laugh out of Krem, trembling with desire and excitement. His reaction was so genuine, washed with arousal and need. The way he looked at Krem shot heat through his whole body, and it just made him pick up the speed of his fingers rubbing and his hips moving a little bit more.

Unlike last time, when the build had felt slow and just out of reach, a treacherous heat burning up his spine, Krem could already feel his orgasm rushing at him. He didn't pretend it wasn't. He squirmed and bounced, reckless breath more moans and blissful noises than anything else.

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Thomas's eyes fluttered shut and he couldn't stop that from happening. His back arched, pushing his hips up into Krem, sending him deeper and making him shiver hard enough that he was worried he'd buck Krem off of him.

Krem was stronger than him though and Thomas didn't need to worry about something like that jostling Krem enough to send him tumbling onto the bed.

Quiet moans were slipping through his hips and he clutched at Krem's thighs, scrabbling for an anchor and trying to soothe Krem at the same time.

The noises were the best part, Thomas decided. Krem's moans, the sound of skin against skin, Thomas's own harsh breathing, he loved it all, wanted it all.

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Now that Thomas had relaxed a little, had let go of that thread of concern that he wasn't going to live up to some expectation that didn't exist here, he seemed to be doing much better. Maybe it was because Krem was so wrapped up in what they were doing, in how good it all felt, but Thomas's face was also a wash of pleasure and need, and that was a relief.

Thomas's fingers, shifting and desperate, on Krem's skin were something like an anchor, something like electricity on his skin.

Krem took his fingers off his clit, just long enough to shift one of Thomas's hands to his ass instead of his thigh. He smiled at him, rakish, before licking his fingers obscenely and going back to rubbing himself with a full-bodied moan.

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Despite his relaxation, despite this not being the absolute first time this had happened, Thomas still felt something coiling in his stomach that started to spread out, making his whole body feel hot. He still knew he wasn't going to be make this long, wasn't going to be able to draw anything out even if Krem climbed off him and went home.

He was too far gone, too far out of his mind.

One hand scrabbled at Krem's thighs, breath coming in quick puffs. He spread his fingers out along Krem's ass, grasping and kneading before stroking and clutching.

"I can't -- I can't for much longer," he warned, pressing his head into the pillow firmly.

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Krem nodded, not only understanding but equally close to coming unwound himself. He grinned, enjoying the way Thomas groped at him, the sort of clumsy way he pawed and kneaded in his haste and euphoria.

"Me too," he murmured when he could find his breath. His fingers shifted, slick, rapid. He shivered and moaned. "Maker, Thomas, I'm almost..."

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"Hurry hurry hurry," Thomas said, voice hoarse and thin. He didn't know how he could help that along but he kept grabbing and groping, kept pushing his hips up whenever he remembered that he had hips and he could move.

He writhed and squirmed, eyes tightly closed and skin overheating to the point that Thomas wondered if he was red all over. He was clinging to that precipice and it was almost painful in its pleasure.

"Hurry hurry hurry," he chanted again, barely realizing that he was saying that out loud and not repeating the mantra in his head.

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Krem bit at his lip as he tipped over the edge, a grateful keen in his voice as he bent down over Thomas and kissed him. It was a hungry, messy kiss, and it lifted the angle of his hips a little so that the next little jostle of Thomas's hips was a slightly different angle than the others, a freer, easier one for Thomas to move at.

"Oh, Maker," he swore, tucking his face against Thomas's cheek, panting roughly. He whimpered a little, still rubbing himself through his orgasm even as the feeling started to overwhelm. He could feel himself clenching slightly. "Oh, fuck, keep--keep moving your hips. Come on, I want you too, Thomas..."

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Krem didn't need to worry about Thomas not coming. The sight and sound of Krem coming on top of him, around him while Thomas was inside him was too much. He felt that tension uncoil, snap and release and he was pretty sure he might have shouted.

He did buck his hips up once more, planting a foot to keep himself there, keep himself deep while he shuddered his way through his orgasm.

Thomas didn't know how long it lasted before he was slouching back onto his bed, drained and boneless.