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All Noah wanted was to curl up with Krem, feel the warmth of his touch, but he wasn't even sure if he'd be forgiven for what he'd done. He couldn't remember it, but it must have been bad to make Krem hit him. He wasn't angry, he wasn't scared. He trusted Krem. Krem wasn't Whelk, Krem would never hurt him without reason. He must have done something.

Not Whelk.

No. Noah knew Krem better than he'd known Barrington. He knew things better, now. Things were clearer for him somehow, people were easier to see.

He was the one Krem had some reason to be scared of. What if he'd attacked Krem, become possessed by some other spirit? Could that happen to him? Maybe he was turning into that kind of spirit. Is that what Dean had warned him about; that he'd become a danger to others?

Noah looked for Krem. When he found him it was jarring, at first, because he'd expected the apartment. Instead, Krem was in a room of mirrors. Noah gasped and panicked, turning blindly to leave, and ran right into a wall. "Shit." He ducked down, though, staying pressed to the wall so he wouldn't be able to see anything else.

"Cremisius?" he said in a tiny voice.

So far his apology wasn't going as planned.

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Noah had been doing well enough at not paying his own aching cock any mind, focused on sucking Krem to completion. But Krem's fingers tore a surprised moan from Noah. His head fell back and his hips arched up, toward the promise of Krem's warm hand. "Cremisius, please..."

With his head tilted back, he could see Krem's face more clearly and noticed the tear. "Hey-- are you okay?"

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Krem smoothed his hand up Noah's stomach, away from his hips. He smiled, adoring and sly, as he pulled his hips away from Noah's mouth, standing up. It was a little awkward, wide-legged over Noah and the bench.

"More than," he assured, and there was not a hint of a lie.

He shifted slowly, draping out over Noah's body and rubbing himself against Noah like he had been when he was sitting up on Noah's lap before. Now, though, there was no barrier, and he was slick from Noah's mouth. He rubbed his cunt against Noah's cock gently, nose pressed to his throat.

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Noah wanted to ask if Krem had orgasmed, it seemed like important information until Krem was hovering above him, draped along his body, and Noah forgot how to speak. But it was his cunt, moving in small, rhythmic motions along Noah's erection, and he was no longer able to think in words.

His hands, which had been clasped, white-knuckled to the sides of the bench, flew to Krem's hair, tugging his face upward for an urgent kiss. "Krem," he managed to say, rendered stupid for the moment, Cremisius too many syllables.

"Please. Want you."

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Krem spared a brief moment that they should have a barrier, that he still had to worry about pregnancy, that Noah might be a ghost, but he still came off like any other boy would--but that didn't seem to matter, at the moment, because Noah's hands were in his hair, and he was being so sweet and needy.

Krem reached down between them and held Noah steady, giving him one final stroke, as he lined up gently and eased himself slowly down.

As he moved, he kissed at Noah, covering up his soft noises with rapturous little kisses and soft, affectionate sighs. Noah felt bigger, easing in, than he did in hand or in Krem's mouth. It was a filling, consuming sort of stretch, like taking the toy for the first time, but realer.

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Noah let out a soft ah, fingers loosening their hold in Krem's hair to wrap his arms around Krem's shoulders, holding him close. He met Krem's sounds with his own, whimpers and low moans, his eyes half-closed but trained on Krem's face, gazing in wonder. His eyes shined gray, thick strands escaped his tousled hair and fell around his face, and his plump, pink mouth was lazy with kisses that Noah tried to catch with his own.

Krem was so hot, so slick, so impossibly tight around him. He felt so surrounded by Krem that his whole body felt warmer than it had in seven years.

He'd known it would feel good, but he hadn't really known.

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As Krem settled, their hips meeting, he let Noah hold him close. His thighs were shaking once more, overwhelmed by sensation and experience and the sheer closeness of the moment.

It had been very different to lose himself with Hild; it had even been different to lose himself with Noah and the toy. He could feel the slight skin-give of Noah's cock inside him, thrilling and real.

He clenched, tipping suddenly over the edge with his face pressed in Noah's chest and his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

"Maker... Maker, Noah, you feel..."

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"Good," Noah breathed. "God you feel good, Cremisius..."

Better than good, but it was a wonder he hadn't come the moment he was fully inside. His hands were restless on Krem's body, fingers skating through the sweat on Krem's lower back, over shoulder blades, through his hair. He held Krem's head, cradled to his chest a moment, then swept his fingers through where his hair was long on top. Pleasure was quickly turning into a more urgent need, and he wanted badly to move his hips, or for Krem to move his. Something.

"Please, kadan."

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Krem shivered at Noah's roving hands. Slowly, he sat up, groaning at the way that shifted the feeling of Noah's cock inside of him. He looked down at Noah softly, taking a long look at his face as he put his hands on Noah's chest and slowly began to move his hips.

"Yeah." He groaned softly, working to find the angle that would feel good for both of them. "Yeah, it feels good."

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Noah's mouth parted around a soft sound when Krem moved above him, and he gazed back, an open expression of adoration and wonder on his face. He touched Krem's cheek, then his hands both slid down Krem's arms, gently stroking his biceps.

"I love you so much," he blurted out, hushed and earnest, like a revelation.

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Krem soaked in the touches, the soft, adoring gaze and nearly surprised voice that Noah used every time he professed his love, but especially this time. Like it was a new revelation, a startling one. It made Krem smile, pleased and excited.

He ran his hands slowly over Noah's chest and ribs and arms, moving his hips more now, building his rhythm to ride Noah more earnestly.

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Noah swore softly, and looked away from Krem's face to where they were joined. Joining. Krem's hips were slowly building speed, and with it came the most delicious sort of friction Noah had ever felt. So much different from his hand or mouth, so much more intense.

Noah's hands slid from Krem's arms, down his sides, to his hips. He wasn't sure if he should move his own, what was expected of him. Watching Krem's body move, with his back curved and his cunt taking him in again and again, he felt pinned. He felt pinned and he liked it.

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Krem saw Noah look away from him and down at where they were fucking. He blushed, moved his hands a little so that the view was more visible, and did his best to elongate the movements--lifting up slowly, almost high enough so that he slid off Noah, and then sinking back down, grinding their hips together, before he repeated it.

Noah's hands on his hips were calm, reassuring, a weight and a balance through his movements. He reached down and moved one of Noah's hands, guiding it to his ass.

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Noah stared, transfixed, as his cock, shiny with Krem's come, was revealed. He felt the loss of that heat and ached for it, but it was only a second or two and then Krem was lowering back down and moving against him and Noah let out a helpless moan, shoes digging into the weight bench.

Noah moved both hands to Krem's ass and felt less passive. He massaged and gripped tight, spreading Krem's cheeks, helping grind their hips with a deep groan. The next time Krem rose up and began to sink down, he thrust up, pulled down with his hands, bringing their hips together a little harder.

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Noah's hands became more, or something other than, a calm reassurance, their coaxing, grasping, fumbling across his skin driving heat and pleasure through Krem as he kept up that elongated movement.

Krem gasped as Noah rose to meet him, the difference in pressure and depth and force making his back arch. His thighs trembled again, and he sped up, just a touch, hoping Noah would meet him. One of his hands came down to rub his clit, but more than that to display himself, to spread himself as he leaned back a little, exposing the view to Noah in an obscene gesture of their bodies coming together.

"Fuck, you feel so good inside me," he mumbled, voice rough and deep in his chest.

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"Jesus," Noah whispered, drinking in the view. "It's like...every time I think I can't be any more turned on, you do this-- and I just..."

He didn't finish that thought, too distracted by the sight Krem made, his lean, muscled torso, his angular hips, the thatch of brown hair and the pink of his cunt peeking through, spreading around his cock. But it was his face, his full, parted lips, his hooded gray eyes, the warm flush high on his cheeks. Noah couldn't look away.

And god, the way Krem felt, moving so smoothly over him. Noah's hands moved, restless and greedy over Krem's ass and thighs. He rolled his hips to meet Krem's with each thrust, needing more.

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Krem laughed softly, because he could feel how turned on Noah was, how much he was enjoying this, and it was exhilarating all by itself. Krem squirmed a bit, between some of his thrusts, trying to take in every little movement Noah made, every thrust and squirm he made, every way that Noah scraped his hands over Krem's skin.

It all felt so much, keeping Krem on a precipitous edge that he could never come back from nor quite tumble over. He didn't want to fall over the edge yet, either. He wanted to keep feeling like this, wanted and adored and consumed like this. It was positively spectacular.

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"Me too," Noah murmured, gazing up at Krem with a blissed out look on his face, both palms covering Krem's stomach, then moving to bracket his waist. He tried to steady his erratic thrusts into something more rhythmic, not too slow, but not so fast, either, because every time Krem sank down on him fully it sparked a feeling that nearly made him come. He wasn't ready for this to end yet, even though part of him ached to flip them, bury himself in Krem and just let go.

"Feels so good, kadan," he murmured, tilting his head back like he was sunning himself under Krem's body.

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Krem watched Noah, eyes soft and adoring. He sped up the way he was riding Noah, just a bit. Enough that he could shift the angle a little and meet Noah's growing, more stable rhythm. He knew his stamina would hold up to a considerable amount of this, but he also knew that, realistically, Noah wouldn't tire before him, and it did seem a bit unfair that he was the one getting to lie back and enjoy himself.

Next time, he'd be the one to lie back and enjoy himself. For now, he'd squirm and ride him like unseatable warhorse.

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Noah moaned when Krem sped up, and moved his own hips to follow. As they went faster, he couldn't help the sounds he made, he didn't seem to realize them as they came out, only after, like a belated embarrassment that he wasn't actually very embarrassed about.

"Just cover my mouth if I get too loud," he panted, reaching forward to feel for Krem's clit, replace where he'd been touching himself with his own thumb. "Wouldn't want anyone to hear. Come in and see this."

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Krem felt all washed up in the noises Noah was making, the obvious enjoyment, his skin flushed with heat and desire. When Noah touched him, rubbing his clit, he could only whine softly. He leaned forward a bit, grabbing onto the structure of the machine to go harder, not just faster.

The mention, the barest idea, that someone might hear, might listen, might see them, sent a shiver racing with heat down Krem's spine that he couldn't quite explain. He shut his eyes, cunt clenching around Noah as he bit his lip and whimpered.

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"Fuck, fuck," Noah gasped with the way Krem was suddenly slamming their hips together. He couldn't keep his hand on Krem's clit, felt bad about it, but his fingers instead dug for purchase on Krem's hips as he worked to match Krem's pace with his own thrusts.

"Fuck, Cremisius, I can't--" His words were strangled on a moan. It was good, but he couldn't get enough control, he couldn't get the rhythm he wanted, the speed. "Can we flip?"

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"Maker yes," Krem whined. He pulled off Noah only briefly, enough to let him catch his breath and get up off the bench himself, before Krem took his place on the bench.

He got a wicked grin and lifted one of his legs, hooking it up on the structure of the machine. It opened him up, obscenely and vulnerable, showing off his cunt in all it's pink, slick allure. He rubbed himself briefly.

"Please, Noah."

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"Jesus." Noah let himself take a nice, long look, before crawling into the bench above Krem. "If I wasn't already two seconds from coming I'd bury my face in there and never leave," he said as he slid back into that slick heat, mouth parted and moaning at the end of his reply.

He cupped Krem's ass in his hands, raising his hips and grinding once he was fully inside. He slowly slid out, not all the way, but enough, and started a stesdy rhythm for the moment, testing how different this angle was.

"Feel good?" he asked sweetly, knowing he was going too slow for either of them to be satisfied.

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Krem had half a mind to back sass Noah for the comment--he knew Noah's fortitude for oral, by this point, and he knew that Noah could hold out for a while when he had his face pressed between his legs--but it dissolved into a noise of pleasure as Noah pushed in.

It didn't really matter, anyway. He wanted this more than Noah's face between his legs, right now. He wanted the slick, only slightly cool, feeling of Noah's cock filling him up. He wanted the pressure of their hips meeting.

He wanted Noah to not be such a fucking tease. "Yes, yes, it feels good, Noah. Please?"

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Noah huffed a small laugh, but it died on his lips from the friction of that tight, wet heat. He adjusted his position so he could move easier, more fluidly, fuck faster like he hoped Krem wanted. He wanted, but it was different for him.

His body bowed closer to Krem's, and he covered Krem's hand on the machine with his, hovering over him as he began to thrust in earnest. It felt so much better like this, pulling him so much closer to the edge of too much, so good.

"Please, just. Tell me what you want. What you like," he said on a long exhale, not wanting to hurt Krem, not entirely sure what he was doing at all.