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You know I said it in a prayer like a war cry

WHO: KREM and basically THE ENTIRETY OF SKYHOLD
WHAT: Krem is coming back from his private mission in Antiva and fulfilling some promises.
WHEN: 18 Wintermarch and onward
WHERE: Various places about Skyhold
NOTES: Attractive shirtless men?

He was stiff, sore, not exactly moving well, but when he finally mounted the stone bridge leading into Skyhold, damned if the smile on Krem's face wasn't as brilliant as the glare of sunlight on the snow. It was damned good to be home. He'd held up a hand when one of the front gate guards offered to run inside and inform the Iron Bull of his return, letting them know that he would be seeing Bull himself, as well as most anyone else that needed to know he was home.

As soon as all was said and done and the appropriate parties warned (Except for Cullen, Cullen could be just as surprised as everyone else) the toys would be collected, loaded en mass into the catapult, and seconds later, there would be stuffed toy nugs in a large variety of different fabrics hitting the ground with squeaks bordering on deafening in volume from the sheer amount of them. There would be enough for every child in the hold, plus a good portion of the adults that might come along and pick them up.

-Training Ring-

It was time for drills now. He had the ring to himself, most people were off and occupied elsewhere, and someone had set up a practice dummy at the edge of the ring that would make the perfect partner for a bout of shadow boxing.

Anyone that had ever witnessed Krem's drills before knew that sound: the maul swinging through the air fast enough for it to be faintly whistling, occasionally thudding down into the dirt. But if they approached, they'd immediately notice a difference. Where was Krem's armor?

Bracers on, boots grinding into the dirt, gauntlets on, but other than a pair of comfortable breeches, Krem wasn't actually wearing his armor. In the late afternoon light, the muscles of his arms, back, shoulders, and chest were gleaming faintly with sweat. He'd been at this for a little bit now, and it had warmed up just enough that he actually could break into a sweat as he trained. He was still trying to get used to his center of gravity changing, and as such was moving more carefully than usual. It lent a sort of grace to his movements that wasn't usually present.

If anyone wanted to come and spar with him now, they would have to get his attention first. He's entirely focused on the mild ache of his muscles, and moving to compensate.

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If there's one thing he's learned being with Krem it's not to make a big deal during times like this. It was best to take it slow and calmly, let the man settle into things and set the pace, and not feel like he was being crowded or pushed.

Sam hums lightly at the mention of balance as well as hearing about the healing period - if Adelaide said it would take that long then it would, regardless of healing. He smiles lightly, noting the interest Krem has in walking around without a shirt since that has probably been something he's wanted to do for a while. Course when he says that no was going to stare Sam cannot help but grin widely at that.

"Ah... I still think you're going to be getting a lot of stares, Krem. You're... kind of hard not to look at." Like seriously, it was honestly a bit hard not to look since he was standing right in front of him. "You're very attractive..."

Krem snorts. Of course Sam would say something like that completely earnestly and both mean it and sound like a shy child. He reaches out and drags his fingers back through Sam's hair, then withdraws only to take a seat at his side, his hands resting on either side of him.There are things he wants to do, things he discussed with Sam, teased him with or mentioned in passing, but now that he's here, he can't bring himself to do anything but lean his shoulder against Sam's arm, feeling a bit awkward and more than a little frustrated with himself.

"You really do think that, don't you?" he says quietly, looking down at his feet with his brow furrowed some. He was sort of used to compliments, but they all seemed rather token, or occasionally patronizing. But not when they came from Sam. They were rare coming from him, when it came to his physical appearance, and Krem doesn't know how to feel about it. Flattered, yes, but this is one of those instances that his emotions are conflicting with the baser parts of him. The parts that want to hold Sam down and do obscene things to his face, and maybe the rest of him if he had the chance.

It's still new to actually see Krem without any sort of covering, armor or cloth likewise, but the weight against his arm is the same. It's still the same person sitting next to him. At the question Sam glances down before sliding his hand over to lightly wrap over the top of Krem's. The same hands that would easily punch him in the arm, sew squeaking nugs or run fingers through his hair.

"I really do," he says back just as quietly, turning just slightly so that it was easier for him to lean forward and set his head against the side Krem's again. For a moment Sam is quiet, but eventually a small smirk pulls at his lips and he turns his head so he's facing Krem's ear better. Which is when he recites that one line in a mimicking tone that Krem used numerous times on him that had him taking a moment for himself. Complete with breathy little moan.

The color in Krem's face brightens substantially at that, and his hand tightens down on the edge of Sam's bed briefly.

"Damned unfair," he murmurs, in spite of knowing that it's payback for pulling the same things on Sam over the sending crystals. His free hand comes up and shoves gently on Sam's face, though after that, and a moment of thought, the hand in Sam's slips away and eases over his leg, fingers resting near the inseam of his trousers. He was still having a hard time believing that Sam had said that, or done that. The other man is stupidly handsome, not that Krem would actively admit it, at least not to his face.

The smirk broadens on his face at seeing Krem blush and hearing the soft murmur. He supposes it was a bit unfair, but considering the number of times Krem had done it on him? Payback was rather sweet, but in this case rather attractive.

He's not quite expecting the hand in his face after that though, which makes Sam snort in amusement and brings his own free hand up to help block it. At feeling Krem's other hand slip away Sam immediately brings up his own, expecting for Krem to go after his face with it as well. Course with thinking that he is certainly not expecting the slide across his leg and fingers brushing along the inside of his thigh.

It certainly has the mage blushing as well and a small shudder going through his body. The smirk is gone, but he's still smiling, head tilting ever so slightly as he gazes at the other curiously.

With Sam looking at him like that it's all he can do not to headbutt him out of sheer fluster. He actually does, but it's gently, tilting the man's head up just enough to push his lips up against Sam's, rougher and slightly more insistent than usual. His tongue flicks out briefly, just testing, teasing, before he pulls back and eases his hands up the front of Sam's shirt, just as a suggestion. He shouldn't be the only one shirtless here, after all.

The kiss is very different from any other time, which is a bit surprising but no less pleasant. He is eager to press back just as eagerly, though the press of a tongue as him moaning softly, having not expected it. When the kiss ends and Krem starts to pull back, Sam chases, slowly leaning forward for perhaps another, but stops, eyes looking down to where a pair of hands have found their way into his shirt.

Taking the hint he brings his hands down, fingers lightly running over Krem's wrists for a moment before grabbing the bottom of his shirt. Since Krem wants it off he's a bit eager to get out of it, but still manages to go slowly, letting out a slow exhale once he's gotten it over his head and dropped onto the bed next to him.

As soon as Sam's shirt has come off Krem lets him go ahead with the kiss again, pushing himself up to sit fully on the bed in front of him. He licks his lips when he pulls back again, that easy smirk back on his face. A great cover for the creeping nerves, if you don't look at the way his eyes flick away every now and then.

"You know, you've got an excellent face," he says thoughtfully, reaching up and smooshing Sam's cheeks a bit with his hands.

This close it isn't that hard to notice the way Krem has to keep looking away, which has Sam's brows narrowing in slight worry. Course before he can say or do anything, Krem is holding his face, pushing his cheeks together.

For a moment all Sam can do is blink at the action, feeling his lips pucker oddly from it. His lips purse for a moment before he breaks out in laughter, bringing up his hands to grab onto Krem's, pulling them away just a bit so that he can talk properly. "I'm so glad that you approve of it. It's the only one I've got. Though I still need to shave, right?"

Sam holding his hands out away from his face prompts Krem to shuffle forward, sticking a foot in between the two of them and pushing Sam back with it. He was more limber than he looked, when he wanted to be.

"You do, but I think I can live with carpet burn for a little while," he murmurs and pushes forward, sitting up on his knees straddling Sam's lap, though his leg hangs off the side of the bed as he does so. "But I mean it, Sam. I don't know how often you hear it, but I'll just tell you anyway that you're...well, ridiculously attractive, yourself. You deserve to know."

The foot being pressed into his chest has Sam blinking, and then his eyes going wide as he's pushed back and down into the mattress. He certainly wasn't expect Krem to do that, and how did he do that with his leg? Course that is quickly pushed to the back of his mind when his lap is suddenly full of mercenary.

Sam quickly finds himself flushing what with finding himself practically pinned to the bed and having Krem telling him he's attractive. Course the bit about 'carpet burn' has the corner of his lips curling upwards in amusement.

Actually he has heard it several times thanks to a certain elf, but actually hearing Krem say that? Well he might be a bit more than happy to hear it, which has him smiling a bit wider. "That actually means a lot. Er... thank you?" Were you supposed to thank someone for something like that? Well too late now.

He's still holding onto Krem's wrists in this position, and being unsure on where to put his hands, Sam just allows his fingers to rub lightly over the skin in his grasp.

The thanks makes him snort quietly, and Krem pulls his wrists out of Sam's grip, only to take hold of his hands instead, lacing their fingers together then pinning Sam's hands down on either side of his head. He leaned down as he did so, hovering over Sam with his hair falling over his brow.

"You don't have anything you've absolutely got to go and do for a few hours, right?" He has to ask; what if Sam had made some kind of plans beforehand that he was impeding, sitting there on top of Sam like he was? He wanted to keep the mage to himself for a while, but if Sam has prior engagements, he won't let himself get in the way of that.

"There is absolutely nothing that comes to mind that would make me consider getting up from this spot," he says quite quickly in response. Honestly it would have to be something rather pressing for him to even think about telling Krem to get up, but as it was he was rather enjoying the predicament he suddenly found himself in.

There is a moment that he does try lifting his hands, not at all trying to get out of his position, but curious to just how hard he would have to try in order to get out of this. "Guess we don't have to worry about those irons, huh?" he says with a bit of a chuckle.

"We could go and find them, but I think we can stand saving that for later." Krem lifts his hands when Sam pushes back against them, sitting up astride Sam's hips and looking down at him with a vague smile. "You could also tell me what you want to do right now. Fairly certain you've got a notch or two in your belt, at least."

Ah. Judging by that response Krem had already found them, which has Sam chuckling lightly. "Later sounds like a better plan," he agrees, putting his hands behind his head when they're released so that he can get more comfortable.

At the mention of notches he takes a thoughtful breath in then lets it out, bringing his hands down to his sides to help get him into a sitting position. It's not enough to move Krem from where he's sitting, but it does bring them chest to chest.

"A notch," he confirms, slowly bringing his hands up so that they're resting on Krem's thighs. "Right now? I want to kiss you." He gives a small grin at that, thumbs lightly rubbing along the material under his fingers. "Feel out this amount of skin being shown off-? I'm not going anywhere for the next several hours... or the evening if you want."

When Sam sits up and comes close enough for Krem to be able to feel his breath, how could he possibly deny that request?

"Is that feeling out literal or figurative?" he asks with a soft smirk, then cranes his neck up just enough to press his lips against Sam's throat then mouth up until he hits stubble. He makes a show of spluttering over it, then catches Sam's lips in a proper kiss. He would let the mage lead this where he wanted.

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