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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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?"

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.

"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.

"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.

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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..."

"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.

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..."

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.

The last thrust of Thomas's hips left Krem whimpering slightly, oversensitive and aware of the thrum of his heartbeat in his wrists, in his temples, in his cunt. He could feel the twitch of Thomas's cock, too, through the throes of his orgasm.

When they'd both relaxed enough to untangle, Krem made a slow, valiant effort to lift himself off Thomas and at least roll to the side so he wasn't crushing him. He managed to pull off slightly, leg still sprawled across Thomas's thighs as he tried to catch his breath.

Thomas stared up at the ceiling, focused on one small crack that he saw there. He blinked, relieving the sting in his eyes and finally his brain and body started to settle down into something comfortable. Focus returned, his skin cooled and he could think again.

He moved, turning his head to glance at Krem beside him. "Are you all right?"

Krem took stock. His chest ached from breathing too hard. His shoulder was sore from the repetitive motion of rubbing too quick and too small over his clit. His thighs and hips were giving protest to the position they'd just been in.

He smiled and kissed Thomas gently. "Fantastic. Starving. I'm not entirely sure I can stand up for a few more minutes."

"If you're hungry, you can go get some food," Thomas said, waving a lethargic hand towards the front of the room. He sighed and settled onto his back, unwilling to move.

"I'm not going anywhere," he decided. "Might even fall back to sleep after all that."

"Oh, was all that lying back and letting me do the hard work exhausting for you?" Krem laughed and swatted Thomas's flapping hand gently, but it was mostly a move to catch his fingers and drag his hand back down, holding him close as he continued to lay exactly where he was.

He nuzzled his nose against Thomas's shoulder, kissing gently as he settled in. He was pretty content not moving, now that he thought about it. Even if he would probably be more stiff later if he didn't get up and move now.

"You woke me up and then all that other stuff happened," Thomas pointed out, blushing faintly. He gave Krem's hand a squeeze and sighed.

It was still fairly early and the only thing he had to do was work later so he thought he could have a lie in and a cuddle and be lazy.

Thomas doubted that he'd stay that way long though. He'd want to get up and run soon enough, stretch his muscles and wake up.

Not right now, though.

Krem chuckled against Thomas's shoulder, not objecting to his summation of the events. He hadn't meant to wake Thomas up, or for things to go quite how they had. But, now that they had, there wasn't really any taking it back.

He smudged another kiss on his shoulder. "Should take that condom off before you fall back asleep, though," he warned. "I can't imagine it's terribly comfortable."

Thomas really didn't even want to move to do that but he knew he had to or there'd be problems later. So, he grumbled though there was no heat behind it, rolled off the bed, walked into the bathroom, cleaned himself up and returned to the bed.

He flopped back down again, stretched out and sighed. All right, this was a better. Now, he wasn't going to move for awhile.

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