Krem laughed and squirmed, a little, as Chris put him over his shoulder. Not too much. The stairs were a bad place for either of them to stumble, and he was a menace but not deliberately trying to cause problems.

When Chris tossed him onto the bed, he urgently stripped off his own shirt and reached behind his back to loosen his stay the rest of the way, enough that he could pull it off with a bit of creative wiggling. Normally, he wouldn't throw his clothes without care, but he was feeling too wild and flushed to be mindful.

"Yes," he said. He didn't roll his eyes or anything, though he did let out a bit of an exasperated noise, reaching for Chris. "You don't need to worry about that. You don't... I want this for both of us, not just me."