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Kremy Lecroux believes he has every reason to be this mad. He’s been angry before, of course. When a potential business partner won’t collaborate, when the carnies ask for their salaries, when the Harris Wheel breaks because of that stupid bugbear climbing it. Kremy does get mad sometimes, but he’s usually able to mask it, wags his silver tongue for a bit until his anger is subdued. Just like almost all of his emotions, he puts on his best poker face and the emotions disappear like smoke.
Kremy almost never gets mad. But this right here, it takes the fucking cake.
He was already stressed with the weight of having to take care of the carnival, the amount of money they wasted when moving towns, the foolish carnies and this just broke the camel’s back. If he had any hair on his head, he would’ve pulled every single one of them by now from the sheer frustration. He had already destroyed a few pens with the strength of his tense maw without even noticing, chewing them until he left almost nothing. The pieces of them already in the trash can, the thought of wasting more money making him even more mad. Frost had been helping him with the bills, and when the gator asked about an error in the final sum, it all came out into the spotlight.
“... And you’re certain that this is…”
“Accurate? Without a doubt, Kremy. I’ve done the calculations twice. I’m sorry I have to be the one to tell you this.” Said Morning Frost in his monotone voice.
Kremy let out air he didn’t know he was holding, and scratched an itchy scale on his snout. “You don’t need to be. This ain’t your fault.” He said in an amicable tone, and saw Frost flick an ear, giving him a knowing look.
He knows, of course he fucking knows I’m fuming, how couldn’t he?
Kremy loved that man like one would a brother, maybe even more than that if you caught him in a certain mood, when he’s watching the ceiling of his small caravan in the middle of the night and unable to sleep. Not that he would ever tell anyone . He was something Kremy was sure he could never have, something to be observed at a distance. But this, this was unforgivable. And not even devotion could stop this much anger.
“So, what should be done about this?” Kremy blinked twice, surprised to hear the voice of the tabaxi sitting in front of him in his mind.
“Tell him… Tell him I know. That he can come to my office right now or consider himself dead.” He said with a growl that Frost had only heard a few times. Green eyes looked at him with suspicion. Kremy caught on to him and added. “Do it, just go.”
Frost just nodded, stood up and went on his way, leaving Kremy alone with his thoughts. He started collecting the papers from his desk while he also collected his thoughts, replaying the last minutes of conversation again and again in his mind. Their meeting had started with them being four around the desk in Kremy's office.
“Gideon has… Been seeing someone.” The tabaxi had said, and Kremy had to scoff.
“And the birds fly, and the fish swim. I’d be surprised if he didn’t.” He said as he lit up the cigarette between his sharp teeth. He falls in love and marries a girl he swears up and down that he loves in every other town they visit, to never see her again after they flee before dawn. “What the hell does that have to do with our missing money?”
“Well Kremy, you see…” Interjected Gricko, scratching the underside of Hootsie’s beak. “This girl, she is one of our new carnies, and I wouldn’t even trust her to tell me the time o’ day. The two of them have been seen scurrying away during work hours, oh those little minxes.”
Someone else who knew better would’ve fired him on the spot. But Kremy knew Gideon better, and that made all the difference. Wouldn’t even be the first time that something of the sort happened. A reprimand would quickly make the genasi see reason, Kremy would fire her, and that would be it. The girl would be out of Carnivàle Lecroux by dawn, and he’d have Gideon’s attention all to himself for a bit, until another one comes along. He had already come to terms with that a long time ago, when it was still only him and the genasi. He was destined to watch the sun rise and fall, but never grasp it. Kremy exhaled the smoke through his nostrils, thrumming claws on his cane.
“That’s not everything. The other carnies have been spreading rumors.” Frost added, as if expecting Kremy to just sweep this under the rug. “People have been talking a lot about these two. The low season leaves them with time to spare, it seems. Rumors about them being spotted near where we keep our coffers, numerous times. It’s been said that-”
“You two better be plain with me right now. I’m in no mood for jokes.” Gold eyes met jade ones, and the tabaxi licked his thin lips, breathing slowly as if treading with care. Gricko took his leave with the owlbear cub, only being present because he was already hanging out with Frost when Kremy called. The both of them waited until father and daughter left the room, and only then, Frost continued.
“Ever since their escapades, she has been seen… Wearing expensive clothes and shiny new accessories. And the date that the rumors started aligns with the day the account shows losses.” Only four people had access to the area where they keep the gold. As much as he didn’t want to believe it, there was no way of denying it. “We haven’t paid her a copper, Kremy.”
May the good Baron have mercy. Even thinking about it made his cold blood run hot. Kremy had acted as indifferent as he could manage, putting up his infamous poker face, but Frost still could read him like a book. One thing was thinking with your cock because of a woman, and another was thinking you can fool your boss and steal his money right under his snout. Kremy could be very forgiving, especially with Gideon, but this had crossed the line completely. Not only putting his business and reputation in danger, but the mere thought of them getting down and dirty right beside or on top of their gold and silver made his tail flick in anger, feeling like someone was scraping sandpaper on an old scar and waiting for the wound to open again.
A knock on the door of his office pulled him from his thoughts, along with the dragging of chains on his newly polished floor.
“Kremy? Frosty told me ya’ wanted to see me?”
“Come on in.”
The door opened to reveal Gideon Coal in all his glory. White linen shirt stained with soot and grease from working on the machines, one of his suspenders hanging around his hip and running his fingers through fiery hair. To everyone else, they wouldn’t notice any difference. But Kremy did, he’d known him way too long to not see the little details. He seemed tired somehow. The way his cheeks were flushed, sweat dripping down his temple, his relaxed posture, the tips of his dark brown hair burning brighter, the smell of… Were his pants unbuttoned? This brat has no shame.
Despite his best efforts, his imagination ran wild at the image of a blissed-out, post-coital Gideon. Tousled hair, the fire in his core running even hotter, strong arms and thighs trembling from exhaustion… The times he’d stolen glances at him while taking a dip in the river or bath or even changing clothes —more times than Kremy would like to admit— had left little to his imagination. The image twisted and turned in his mind and mixed with his anger, only igniting him more. There was something deeply wrong with him, and he didn’t know if he cared enough at this point to feel disgusted or to thrive in it.
“Sit down.” The genasi looked at him with a weird expression, surprise and something else painted on his handsome face. Kremy pointed at the seat directly in front of him with his cane and sat on the desk to avoid his tail from thrashing in anger. It would only give him away. He put off what was left of his cigarette on the ashtray to his left, and played balancing his cane on one hand, hiding his anxiousness.
“Alright man, tell me what’s-”
“I’ll do the talking, Gideon.” And just like that, that stupid smile was finally off. Gideon scratched his beard with blunt fingernails and stared directly into his eyes, all slit pupils and amber, then crossed his big arms, and spread his legs wide enough for comfort.
Kremy was, for all intents and purposes, underdressed. He had the first button of his off-white shirt open, purple bowtie unfastened and resting on his shoulders, only wearing his lighter purple waistcoat. The anger of the sole idea of Gideon fucking a carnie and getting robbed at the same time had made him shed his tailcoat, now perched on his chair.
How should he even start? ‘Hey Gid, there’s been a rumor about you fucking some rookie carnie and also you giving her money from my business and I’m so jealous I might blow the poor woman to smithereens?’ ‘Also, I know you’re my best friend and all but I have this urge to grab that handsome face of yours and kiss you until I make you bleed? Until I can’t hold my breath anymore and I keep having these dreams about us getting under the blankets and doing things that even the gods of lust haven’t even thought about? Dreams about… Just holding you close and both of us having a simpler life?’ That would just make him sound insane, at least more than he actually was. Instead, he grabbed the papers to his right and showed them to him. He knew Gideon sometimes had a hard time reading, but he could recognise the color and size of the papers where they wrote their finance-related stuff.
“This is the record of this month’s finances” He explained, looking closer at the papers to find the exact date. He heard Gideon move his chair closer so he could see the paper clearly. “And ever since almost two weeks ago, we’ve started losing money. Very fast. Could you maybe explain this?” He tapped the number and extended his arms to the larger man. His eyes scanned the page.
“Well…” Kremy heard him gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing while he searched for the appropriate words. The smell of Gideon’s favorite cigars, and ashes and the man’s musk and warmth flooded his nostrils. “You know I can’t-”
“You can, and you will. You’ve been taught your numbers. Look, almost every day, almost the same amount, and not from any game, it’s being drained from the coffers, Gid.” Kremy said with a sweet tone and left the papers by his side, gripping his cane and putting it between them, fingers playing a little tune of impatience as his tone turned cold as ice again. “So, you better start explaining yourself.”
Gideon opened his mouth, then closed it again like a fish out of the water. A flustered expression adorned his face, cherry red cheeks turning an even deeper crimson, the embers in his hair getting smoky. He’d even swore he heard the smallest of whines. His usual prideful, unabashed self reduced to this mess with just a few words. He stuttered to find his words and Kremy tutted his attempts, scoffing at him.
“What, cat got your tongue, Gid?” He laughed, rubbing the skull atop the cane with his thumb, losing patience by the second. The laugh seemed to finally make him snap off the spell, running fingers through his hair, chains clanking from the movement.
“Wha- Yeah, and!? You know I like to get around. What about it? You’ve never given a shit about who I stick my dick into. Why do you care all of the sudden- and- The fuck does that have anything to do with us losing money? This place is- Fuck!” He slid back into the chair, opening his legs even more, bouncing his leg anxiously and stealing his attention.
And well, so what if Kremy’s only a mere mortal with a good pair of curious eyes? He gave his best friend’s groin a glance when he was too busy wiping sweat off his forehead, just a little peek. Gideon’s pants hugged his thighs almost too obscenely, Kremy had lost count of the times he’s just plainly stared at his well formed ass while he wasn’t looking. Only a mere mortal, remember? The first button was open, getting only a glimpse of red skin and wiry dark hair where he knew a happy trail snaked around. What surprised him was the perfect outline of his cock, clothed but still visible and at half-mast. Well, someone was excited to see him. Kremy felt blood rushing south once again at the thought of oh so many obscenities. He pushed the thoughts away to look at the genasi as soon as he felt himself throb.
“You haven’t answered my question, Gideon. Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear. Come closer.” He turned his body to reach for a cigarette from the little silver box in his desk, also another memory from his best friend. Once he had one between his thin lips, Kremy gestured towards the man, who lit up the cig with a snap of his fingers, now sitting closer than before. Maybe too close for two people who consider themselves best friends.
Kremy’s slender legs caged his right, still bouncing away as the lizardfolk tucked the cane in his lap, gripping the handle with his right, still rubbing the skull on it. His sight ran over red, then the steel of his manacles, then the dirty white of his shirt, then red again until he found his beautiful eyes, lit up and burning and looking straight into his right hand toying away with his cane. Kremy hid the toothy wicked grin that threatened to escape him. The lizardfolk slowly raised his right leg to position his shoe between thick thighs, and heard the man hold air and tense up, as if expecting what was to come.
“Let me rephrase what I said, then. Someone has been stealing money from the Carnivàle directly from our coffers, and we both know who has access to that, yeah?” Gideon nodded, looking directly into his eyes, fire swirling inside like a roaring campfire, like a glass of rum on the rocks, like the cig between his jaws as he took a long drag of it, shaking it softly on the ashtray on his left side only to put it in his lips again, all while a pair of eyes recorded his every movement. “So, you have something to say in your defense? It’s only natural that I care for our expenses when they ain’t adding up.”
He knew in part what he was doing to him, and the dangerous game they were playing. Of course, Gideon could have pulled away by now, admitting and apologizing, maybe even covering his blatant erection? Still, he was there, right between his jaws, like the cigarette dancing on his lips, listening to the singsong-y lull of his voice. His body was giving him away, even if his mouth was shut.
Glazed eyes looked at him as he used the handle of the cane to catch his attention once again, perking his chin up until their eyes met again. “Pay attention to me now, Gid.” Gideon sat up straight, then blinked, eyes with enlarged pupils flitting from his lips to his eyes. Kremy sighed, blew smoke right in his face and felt the muscles from his inner thighs twitch, like he was fighting the urge to surge and steal a kiss from his lips and take. Kremy pushed the end of his cane against the middle of his chest, startling the genasi and making his back hit the chair again.
“Speak.”
“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about, Krems.” His drawl was nothing more than a groan, strained from not using it and in a lower octave than usual.
He’d given him the chance to escape, to excuse himself and leave with his dignity and friendship unharmed, but apparently Gideon had decided —just as Kremy had— that he would watch this ship crash and burn, to take the leap of faith. And Kremy, ever the showman, wouldn’t disappoint him.
“Oh? You don’t know, you say?” The purple skull of his cane came alive and hummed, as shadow and the soft hum of a jazz tune enveloped it. Tendrils of shadow protruding from the end started swirling around Gideon’s torso as the man gulped, Kremy’s shadow magic acting in a way even the warlock himself hadn’t ever seen.
Gideon of all people had seen the cane in action numerous times, and knew the power that the good Baron had bestowed upon Kremy. He could absolutely kill him now, and Kremy was sure Gideon would let him with how he was pushing his chest out.
“I know the truth of it, you sweet fool.” He growled, showing a smidge of white teeth in a wicked smile. “I know everything that happens in this Carnivàle, Gideon Nathaniel Coal. Nothing escapes my ears, seems like you’ve forgotten. The house always wins.”
The shadows on his chest were nothing but smoke and mirrors, he still had a way out if he so pleased. Just as he could put a hole through his chest at the mere whisper of Eldritch Blast, the genasi could have burned his scales to cinders a long time ago. And while the fire in his core was burning hotter than before, he’d kept his hands around the base of the cane, as if frozen. But there was nothing cold about his flaming beard and hair, usually dark eyes almost red and yellow, a real fire burning inside him. And if the pressure beneath the sole of Kremy’s shoe was nothing to go by, Gideon was probably enjoying this as much as he did. The warlock slowly pushed his shoe in between his thighs, heat radiating even through the leather of his shoes and through his socks. Gideon outright moans, the tension releasing like a coil but still unmoving.
“You better start talkin’, don’t make me use it.” He pushed slowly both his cane and foot into him without much resistance. With the threat of a suggestion, Gideon’s throat came alive again, voice raspy and gone by now.
“Fine, fine! I-I’ll talk! I swear, I’ll do whatever ya’ want, just… Please…” The frantic whine that came out of his mouth was better than jazz to Kremy’s ears. Gideon closed his eyes, as if the tapping of Kremy’s fingers on his cane was making his brain throb. “Fuck, Kremy…”
He was seemingly having a hard time concentrating with the friction in his crotch, and saw him shake as Kremy pulled away. Gideon sighed heavily as both of his hands carded through his hair that seemed to never burn out.
“I did it. Okay? You don’ hafta go bother Gricko or Frosty about this stuff. We- hah-” At the confession, Kremy resumed his activities, which included rubbing his ever growing erection with the sole of his shoe, using the small heel of it to push him further.
“Good boy. See how easy that was?” Gideon gasped at the praise and ground his hips against the shoe. “Go on…” Gideon licked his lips, trying so hard to concentrate despite the friction feeling so good but still being insufficient to fully get him off.
“We… I wasn’t thinkin’ properly at the time, I recognise that now. I was horny, she approached me about her pay, swaying her hips like that, and so- Fuck, I… I gave her what she wanted, but then she wouldn’t stop asking for more and more…”
“So you just gave her the money.”
“I gave her more than money let’s be clear on tha-” Gideon let out a loud yelp as Kremy pulled on his hair, feeling more than warm to the touch, but not burning. As if trying to defend himself from the sudden pull, one of his big hands was circling Kremy’s wrist.
“You tryna get smart with me? That won’t do.” He tutted in disappointment. “Off.”
With a whine, Gideon slowly let go of Kremy’s wrist, his rough hands unable to say put, playing with the chains of his manacles while looking at the man who demanded so much of his attention. And Kremy must be truly mad, because seeing that big wall of muscle of a man become bent like a willow only made his cock throb harder in his cloaca, begging to come out. The gator smiled, pleased.
“See how you act with me? One command and away you go, like a puppet on a string. You really would do whatever it takes to please me, dontcha.” Gideon nodded absentmindedly, looking down at his best friend's foot working away between thighs, and grinding his hips against it.
Kremy could tell he was fully hard by now, drops of precum staining his pants and the smell of it giving him away. The smell was overwhelming, even from where he sat, it pierced right through him. He had to exhale the smoke of the cigarette through his nostrils to get rid of it, before he could do something he would regret doing, or at least doing so soon.
“Now now, answer me, Gid. It’s like you’re asking for it with that attitude. Why are you shy all of a sudden?” The little whine that he let out was delicious to Kremy, and he drank it all up. “Answer. Wouldya’?”
“Yes! Yes, ‘course I would, for you I… I… Keep going Kremy, please-” Gideon let out a gasp as Kremy made the end of his cane trace up, higher than his clavicles and then down, lower than his belly button, the man would squirm under his touch, but enjoy it either way, with goosebumps all over.
This man, this big mountain of a man in every sense of the word, had done so much for him already. What hadn’t he done for Kremy? He’d killed, and lied, and conned, and schemed, and everything was for him. And as those eyes in front of him ignited a white hot of pleasure, so did his own cold black heart. The realization made his insides writhe with a fire he didn’t know he had inside of him. He wanted to hiss and bellow and mark, to hear his animalistic nature deep inside him. Grasp the sun, keep him to himself.
Still, as much as he wanted to revel in that prideful feeling that filled his chest, a touch called his attention, followed by a noise coming from the man in front of him. Gideon was gripping his calf, moving his leg by himself, trying to get himself off. Kremy scowled, pushing a bit too hard on him to make him stop.
“Enough. Did I tell you to do that?” Kremy growled, then saw the moment Gideon noticed what he had done, maybe without even noticing, warm hands immediately letting him go and tensed as the end of his cane was set right on the middle of the genasi’s chest once again.
The cane came alive again, a purple light flickered on the skull. “You asked for this, Gid.”
“No! Please don’t- c’mon Kremy-” he croaked desperately, hands trembling to reach the cane and encircling it with his big hands, begging for something, anything really. It was hard to keep the composure, and harder trying not to kiss him.
“Would you kindly keep your hands behind your back?”
Despite his protests and whines, muscles flexed as his hands slowly went behind his back, and the look on Gideon’s face was like a painting. A bit of fear and anticipation, of course, but there was something else, something that Kremy now recognised as obscene and unadulterated desire.
Kremy had remade him from the ashes of the young man he’d found after Gideon escaped captivity. Yet now, no matter how many beautiful people set their eyes on him, the only one who could pride themselves in taking Gideon apart in this way was Kremy himself.
The warlock stopped his movements for a moment, pushing the bud of his cigarette on the ashtray and then left the cane by the desk, as if in casual conversation. When he looked back, there was a pair of molten gold eyes waiting for him expectantly, a whine stuck in his throat.
“There you go, attaboy.” Kremy praised again and felt twitching beneath his shoe. “Was that so hard? Learning to keep your hands to yourself once in a while?”
“Kremy…” Gideon complained with a low little whimper as the lizardfolk stroked his cheek and scratched the hair on the side of his head, near his ear. He melted like lava before him, his muscles relaxing and tensing, legs blown open as much as the chair could take, his right leg had even stopped bouncing. Kremy closed the distance between them and lowered his head to whisper in his ear.
“Tell me… What would our dear friends think if they saw you like this? What about if she saw you like this?” He tensed again, whimpering like a dog. “You’re just a big lapdog to me. A horny, big lapdog at my feet that can’t think straight for one minute of its life.”
He heard the gasp that escaped the man’s throat, and felt the warmth radiating off of him intensify, as if that was possible. “If everyone catches on to this little fuckup of yours, every carnie will go out there asking for the same treatment. We don’t have that kinda money and I don’t have that kinda patience either, you understand that? Or are you really that dense?”
His words were laden with poison, he knew, but Kremy had every reason to be mad at him. But then he heard it, the way he stifled a smile. Kremy got out of the crook of his neck and looked at him suspiciously. “Unless you…”
It was harder to read his expression again. The desire was still there, of course, but now fear was replaced with something else. Nothing good ever happened when Gideon stifled a smile.
“Unless… I can’t believe you’d do this to me- To us. You are actively risking our livelihood and my life by default just because you can’t keep your dick in your pants!” He scowled, not knowing if he wanted to punch him or kiss him, frowning and trying to keep the rage in. “Or maybe because you… No, you wanted this to happen, us to be in this exact same position.”
When he looked back into his face, there was a lazy smile waiting on his lips. Gideon licked his lips.
“Took ya’ a while to catch up, thought you never would.” He said in a husky drawl, looking as handsome as ever and looking him up and down like he could see him naked and right into his soul.
Maybe punching wasn’t enough, maybe he would kill him. Thank the good Baron that gators like him can’t blush, because he would be as red as the genasi in front of him if he could. How could he be so blind? Of course it was a farce. That embarrassment quickly transformed into anger again, unable to shake it off but mixing with his own desire. He wanted to make him eat his own words and take that bratty smile right off of him.
“Seems like you’ve forgotten who is the boss here.” He pushed the palm of his hand against his chest and pushed until Gideon’s back was touching the chair again, the bigger man letting him do it with ease. “You clearly need someone to put you in your place, mutt. That’s what happens when a pet is unruly. Always talking big and boastin’ about your conquests, when in reality…” He got close again, then whispered in his ear. “You’re just a dirty mutt in rut, aren’t you.”
Gideon moaned and bit his lip. Kremy didn’t even knew where all of that came from, but it was out now, and the larger man seemed to bask in it, even seemed to enjoy it.
“Fuck, please Kremy… I’m so close.” He begged and thrusted his hips into Kremy’s sole, desperate for the contact and friction he was craving after being egged on for too long. “Please touch me, kiss me- anything… I’ll do anythin’ for ya’.”
“Ya’ think that’s what you deserve after what you did, you mutt?” Kremy hissed but not moving when Gideon rubbed his head against his own, pleading and whining for contact. “I’m always in trouble cuz of you, cuz the second you see someone fuckable enough, you lose your brains. And now we’re deep in this shit because you only think with this.”
He started moving his foot again, now faster than before, way faster than the rhythm Gideon had set on his own, and sending the larger man into overdrive. The legs that were wide open before now dared to close around him, an unending whine escaping from his lips, seemingly on the verge of tears.
“Think you deserve a kiss? I can smell her on you, Gideon. Think you can come to me and play cool after you fucked some nobody girl? You disgusting mutt. There ain’t no fooling me.”
Venomous words only seemed to get him even closer to the edge. At the end of the day, no matter what words they shared on the throes of pleasure, Gideon always came back with him, always chose him over anything. In that regard Kremy didn’t have any doubt. What made him rage was his sheer audacity.
“This is where you deserve to be, your rightful place. Right under the sole of my shoe. You like that? You’re getting off using my shoe like the mutt you are?”
He saw it in his face before he could feel the strength of his thighs around him. Gideon turned away from him for the first time in what seemed like forever, gritting his teeth like a madman with his hair burning into a smoke. He was closer than Kremy thought.
“No, no and no.” Kremy tutted, pulling his chin once more to see directly into his burning eyes. “Don’t you dare do that. You’ll finish what you started looking at me.”
He heard the man sob as those beautiful amber eyes filled with tears of ecstasy. “Ffuuuck, you look so hot when you get mad, and I just couldn’t help it! Oh fuck- Krem- Gonna come-”
And with that, all nine hells broke loose. Gideon came right in his pants, white hot pleasure making his pants sticky and awfully warm. Kremy relaxed the pace then, milking him of everything he got until he was keening from the overstimulation.
“I’m sorry… Krem- I’ms- sorry…” His words slurred as he tried to breathe again with shaky thighs, sweaty all over. Kremy moved his foot, undid the spell with a flourish and parted his legs, letting his hands rest on his desk and just watching the man in front of him regain his mind.
The mental image he had of Gideon was close enough to what was in front of him, but knowing what he’d done with him made it even better. A sickly pride filled his chest, seeing his best friend in that state. That reminded him of his own erection, forgotten in his purple slacks. There was no way of hiding it now, though, his cock was all the way out of its protective sleeve. There was a damp spot right above his cloaca, that was still leaking slick profusely, just as it’s supposed to do. To anyone unfamiliar with gator anatomy, it would seem rather strange, maybe even off putting. To Kremy, it was convenient and inconvenient at the same time, he couldn’t just rub one out, he had to work himself for it. And he had really done a number on himself now, he wasn’t sure how he was going to stand up after this.
There was another pair of eyes plainly staring at the tent in his pants. He sensed a shuffle and all of the sudden Gideon was on his knees, licking his lips hungrily and looking straight into his eyes with a pleading look. The sight made him feel dizzy, like the blood that was left in his brain had all gone to his erection.
“Gid?”
“Lemme show ya’- how sorry I am…” That husky drawl of his was surely gonna make him go crazy. “I’ll make ya’ feel so good, please Krem.”
Warm fingers caressed the inside of his thighs, getting him closer to the edge of the wooden desk. Kremy fidgeted with the details of the wood beneath him, thinking about if he really did deserve it. Still, the thought of Gideon smelling of him and his cum for weeks after coming in his face did make the offer more attractive.
What the heck, as if he wouldn’t move mountains for Gideon.
“You better get these off and fold ‘em without tearing a button, or you won’t be liking what’s coming next.”
Gideon grinned, hiked a slim leg up his broad shoulder and planted his face right into Kremy’s slit, deeply smelling and licking the dampness there.
“You really are just a dirty mutt, aren’t ya’. Sniffin’ my dirty clothes like a little pig.” Kremy tensed the leg over his shoulder just to get him closer to that heat, the groan that he let out going to his slit, his tongue lapping right into where he was more sensible. He chirped, then held his snout to avoid making any of those gator noises.
“Those little sounds o’ yers are so fuckin’ cute, darling.” The pet name made him melt on the inside. “An’ you smell amazing too…” Gideon mumbled as he dexterously undid the buttons of his slacks, nimble fingers working at it like they would work a machine.
As soon as his pants were down and out, he noticed Gideon folding them and putting them down on the other chair, the one that wasn’t soiled with bodily fluids nor burnt on the armrests. Kremy believed he didn’t have the brains to actually pay attention to his instructions right now, but maybe he did. Or maybe he just wanted the praise.
“Good boy, Gid. You’ve done so well.” The larger man keened at the praise, getting closer again, red hands running over the soft pale green scales of his inner thighs, then being placed on his hips, curious fingers grazing over and under the waistband of his flowy silk underpants. Kremy had fashioned it himself for his own comfort, with a hole in the back for his tail. Getting the silk was expensive even after haggling, but it was all worth it, even if the bottom part was now wet with his slick. “Now now, be good and take it off. Go ahead.”
With that, his eyes glimmered from excitement and slowly started peeling the underpants off of him. The leg on his shoulder first, then his tail and then it was off, not without giving it a shameless whiff before throwing it along with his pants and shoes, now discarded in the clean chair.
Gideon’s hot gaze started trailing from his shins to his thighs, then stopped at his pelvis, where his sex stood, sticky-hot and awfully hard from the neglect. Kremy begged the good Baron that the brief conversation about his anatomy that he feared could be around the corner could be skipped. Even if he wasn’t an exhibitionist like Gideon, there were a few times where he might have seen his body as naked as the day he hatched. Playing strip poker, changing clothes in their tent, sharing a bath… When you’re travelling with someone for as long as they had there’s virtually no privacy to be had. During those special instances, of course he’d been modest enough to cover himself, but Kremy couldn’t remember a single time of Gideon finding him with his cock out, always making sure his dear genasi friend was snoring before getting rid of a bothersome want, to fuck and be fucked. Kremy could remember a few times his friend had gone to bed with another lizardfolk, maybe he’d discovered it then, surely they showed him the way around gator anatomy. But he didn’t want to think about that at all right now, about his hands around someone else’s scales. All he wanted right now was his sweet mouth on him, to feel his warmth again.
To his surprise, Gideon wasted no time acknowledging their anatomical differences and took Kremy in his hand, the feel of his warm hands making him shudder, as he started stroking him slowly, testing the waters. Kremy pulled him closer and got as comfortable as one can be on a wooden desk, leaning slightly on his hands that were firmly pressed against the desk.
“Y’ like that that much?” Gideon whispered with a smile full of pride, eyes travelling up his body until he met his gaze, whistling softly. “Gods you’re beautiful, you’d be even more beautiful naked.”
“Ya’ think I’ve forgiven you jus’ because I’m letting you do this?” Kremy grabbed his cheeks and made him focus his attention on him, amber eyes growing big with worry. “You ain’t winning me over with flattery. Shut up and put your dirty mouth to good use, mutt.”
With that, his tongue darted out to lick the slanted head of his cock, hand still stroking at the base. The pure look of desire burning in his eyes made Kremy feel like he was the one on his knees, begging with a devotion few have seen before.
The hand that wasn’t busying himself on his cock started touching his hips and thighs with a bruising grip, like he wanted Kremy to remember his touch there, knowing there wouldn’t be any visible bruising no matter how hard he tried. Soon he started taking more and more, inch after inch, in his mouth. A sudden tug on the base of his tail made him bellow again, this time even lower, almost like a purr. Gideon seemed very pleased with himself, now having Kremy’s lower back on the edge of the desk, both legs around his shoulders and tail swinging side to side. Kremy heard the multiple papers on his desk falling to the ground from the move, angrily wagging his tail harder.
“You’ll be picking those papers up as soon as we’re done with this, understoo-” His bickering was interrupted by a warm tongue greedily swirling around the head of his cock, making his hips buck into the warmth and making him unable to hold a moan. “Fucking mutt.” He mumbled running a hand through brown short hair and playing with the fiery ends, warm but never burning.
If one could smile with a cock in his mouth, Kremy would bet Gideon was doing exactly that, proud of himself. Kremy propped himself on his elbows to ogle at Gideon, who was taking him as far as he could, which to the surprise of either of them was right until his nose would tickle the soft pale scales of his lower abdomen. Kremy let out a yelp as the hand that was once busy on the base of his cock now was rubbing around his slit, then felt a cautious finger enter him, then two, caressing his cock from the inside and making him throw his head back in pleasure, legs tensing and effectively caging Gideon in.
“Seems like the only way to shut you up is with my cock down your throat. Maybe I should keep you like this all day.” He stroked his cheek and felt his breathing relax, then sucking slowly, going up and down with a swift motion. Those pretty eyes filled with tears met his gaze, almost begging. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Keep you under the desk, my cock in your mouth while I work? Sucking on it all day like the mutt in rut that you are? Getting you off with my shoe when I’m done ruining your throat? Maybe that’ll stop you from whoring yourself to whatever throws itself at you.”
Maybe that way you’ll finally learn that you’re mine. The pathetic whimper Gideon let out made him shake all over, finally allowing the larger man to escape from his grip, breathing heavily but still licking every single drop of precum dripping from the cock in front of him like a good boy. To have all of this power over him now manifested in this sickening game was making him even more dizzy. And the fact that this was reality and not some wet dream from the depths of his desires made him feel drunk.
Gideon was now sucking him in earnest, head bobbing up and down at just the perfect pace. Every time he went down, Kremy canted his hips and met him right in the middle. Both of his hands were now supporting Kremy’s awkward position, holding him by the ass and kneading it softly. His own were busy scratching his scalp and yanking his hair when he got too bold. If he kept that pace, Kremy knew he wouldn’t last much longer. As soon as he felt the tug on the base of his tail again, he knew he was a goner.
His thrusts became sloppy, then he finally came with another bellow, lukewarm cum painting his throat. He heard him gag and had to get his mouth off of him, finishing the job using his hand and getting everything out of Kremy’s system.
Now in the haze of his orgasm, Kremy trembled and focused his attention on Gideon, almost expecting him to look weirded out or disgusted from either the flavor or the sight in front of him. But as he saw him licking whatever remained of his cum off his hands and lips, then wiping his beard with the backside of his right hand not before sucking on the sticky fingers that were inside him not even five minutes ago, he felt a gush of happiness. He couldn’t care less about his tail or how soiled he felt as he surged to kiss him on the lips as well as his maw would let him.
Gideon let out a surprised gasp, then returned the gesture. His full, warm lips on his made him feel lightheaded, sunburnt even. He could never tan, but if he could, he’d imagine this is exactly how it feels like. Dirty hands came to pet the sides of his jaws as they deepened the kiss, Kremy could taste himself in his mouth, any other scent or taste already gone. He chirped happily at the small victory, now matter how ridiculous it felt.
“Well, looks like someone enjoyed himself.” Kremy heard the strained voice of the man in front of him as their lips parted, pecking him on the sides of his jaws and neck, kisses as light as feathers.
“Could say the same. But don’t even think I’ve forgotten. You’re still picking up my papers.” Gideon groaned, rolling his eyes like the little brat he sometimes was. “And most importantly, paying me back.”
“Wha- Krem, I still don’t know what you’re talking about!” Kremy gave him a suspicious look before he reached for the silver box on his desk, making an effort to remember to fill it whenever they reached some other town.
“You still gonna play the fool? Haven’t ya’ learnt your lesson?” Gideon just laughed, sitting back on the dirty chair and breathed out, seemingly tired, still sweaty and dirty. Kremy got up, still a bit clumsy from his orgasm and grabbed his clothes, snapping his fingers at them to clean them up. He would wash them later, but for now this would do.
“Well… As you’ve said plenty a’ time before, your money is my money, remem- Hey! The fuck was that for!?” Gideon yelped as Kremy’s rough tail hit him on the back of his thighs.
“Oh, I dunno Gid, maybe because you’re being an insufferable horny brat? I can’t control it, I wouldn’t know.” Kremy shrugged, now buttoning the fly on his pants. He felt a presence behind him, like the sun materialized and was right there with him, big warm hands almost completely circling his waist and kissing the back of his head.
“You’re so mean, y’know. I’m supposed to be your best friend.” He whispered the final words in his ear, then rubbed a bearded cheek on him, as if wanting to leave his scent. That motion, along with his hands on his hips anchoring him, was sending his mind down a spiral. “Keep treatin’ me like that, I’m bound to misbehave…”
“Get out of my office before I brand your ass with my cane.” Kremy said as nonchalant as he possibly could muster, grabbing his cigarette box again and pulling the last one, putting it on his lips. With a silent understanding, Gideon extended a hand to light it effortlessly, only pushing him closer after doing so, now peppering kisses on his neck.
“That a threat or a promise, darling?” He licked a sensitive spot in his neck, then attempted to bite into the keratin, not really damaging it but making his presence known, effectively marking him. It made his breath hitch.
“Off, you needy mutt!” Kremy complained, coughing from the smoke and elbowing Gideon on the side to get him off. “You really are a lost cause. Get outta here. I want my money on the desk by tomorrow morning.”
Turning to face him, Gideon was already looking down at him with an impish smile on his lips, the coal of his eyes burning hot again, though not as hot as before. The pang of jealousy Kremy knew all too well felt like poison on his heart, leaving the most animalistic parts of his brain confused. He was already his, in a way, now drenched in his scent, and no one could take that pride away from him. Yet still…
“And I… Want her out of my carnival. Did I make myself clear? If I see her again I may not be so kind. To you or to her.” Kremy grabbed his cane with the hand that wasn’t busy with the bud of the cigarette, putting space between the two. The genasi looked at him expectantly, then the smile vanished from his face.
“You… Aren’t going to…” The whole sentence couldn’t escape Gideon’s throat, as he looked down at his own body. Dirty clothes still clung to him, sweaty from the exertion and with a mean damp spot in his crotch. Even if Gideon was bigger than him and was cornering him to the desk, he wouldn’t give. Kremy wasn’t one to forget a slight so easily.
“No, I don’t think I will. This is still a punishment for you missbehavin’ and thinkin’ you can smart me.” The icy words almost made Gideon recoil, though his eyes lit up with more interest. Maybe then everyone will understand you belong to me. “Get. Out. Of. My. Fucking. Office.”
After punctuating every word in that sentence, he started to sense the faint smell of liquor, with a soft but somber jazz piece started going in the back of his mind. Gideon bit his lip, blushing and seemingly surprised, but never one to back off from a challenge.
“Your word is my command, boss. It will be done.” With a small nod, he turned and was on his merry way.
After he closed the door, Kremy stared into it, almost expecting Gideon to come back and say sorry. Get on his knees again, nuzzling against his thigh with a whimper and stay there. Not that it would ever happen. Deep in his thoughts, Kremy failed to notice the hot ash from the cigarette falling between his clawed fingers. He jumped and winced from the pain, putting it between his lips to press down on his burnt hide. Well, shit.