Krem stayed close, quieted and consoled that, if nothing else, Chris wasn't completely off put by the attention. It was hard to keep his hands to himself, but he managed. Things were getting hazier and headier the longer he was left wanting, and as they made their way away from the fair and down to the beach front, Krem had to consciously focus on things outside of themselves to keep from devolving into being entirely lewd.

He was flushed, by the end of the walk, breathing a little heavily--though anyone that didn't know him very well might have thought it was from the walk in the heat rather than from the fire building rapidly inside him. He was good, and he waited until they were inside.

As soon as the door was shut, he grabbed a fistful of Chris's shirt, near the throat, and yanked him down to kiss him.