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Kremy had gotten himself into a variety of stupid scenarios in his life, but this may have been the stupidest.
He'd been rummaging around in the carts of a currently out-of-commission ride for any loose coins or valuables customers had left behind, when the lap bar of the cart had activated, trapping his torso inside of the cart and leaving his legs and tail outside of it.
He'd assumed that a short, sharp push upwards from himself would be enough to disengage the lap bar and free himself, but it seemed to have been locked in place. Kremy tried to wriggle out from underneath the bar, but he was stuck fast.
He carried on attempting to pull himself out of the cart, but all he achieved was wrinkling his suit and pinching his hide. Panting, he stopped moving, thoughts whirling wildly. He was well and truly stuck, in a part of the Carnivalé that only workers frequented, and irregularly at that. It could be hours before someone came to find him.
How could he get out of this?
As if an answer to his prayers, Kremy heard the kind of tuneless whistling that usually made him feel like throwing something, but in this instance it made his heart lift in hope. The heavy footsteps and soft clink of chains confirmed who it was, and he felt so grateful that it was him and not someone else. Gideon might laugh at him, make fun a little, but he'd also let him out as quickly as possible, too.
"Gid? Gid!" He called out. trying to crane his neck around, but due to the angle he was pinned at, it didn't work. He was unable to see behind himself. "Gid, help, I'm stuck."
"Yer what?" Gideon asked. Kremy heard footsteps drawing closer, then a bark of laughter. "How'd ya get in there, then?"
"That don't matter! Are ya gonna help me out or not?" Kremy snapped at him. He was already embarrassed enough, he didn't need Gideon making a thing of it. "I can barely move."
Kremy demonstrated, shifting the small amount that he could.
"You're really stuck in there, huh?" Gideon said, far too casually for Kremy's liking, as Kremy struggled.
"No fuckin' shit I'm stuck! Get me out!" Kremy demanded.
"Won't be able to move unless I help ya." Gideon said, almost to himself. Kremy felt the press of one of his hands on the back of his thigh, and the slide of heat up onto his hip, and the soft stroking of Gideon's thumb against the bone there.
"Gid, c'mon, this ain't funny. Get me outta here." Kremy's voice took on a pleading note as he struggled. Gideon continued to say nothing, and just stroked his clothed hip again. Kremy stopped struggling, panting once more.
There was a long pause where all Kremy could feel was the squeeze of Gideon's hand on his hip and all he could hear was his own harsh breaths and the rapid beating of his own heart.
"Been feelin' real pent up all day." Gideon murmured, thumb rubbing back and forth over Kremy's flank. "Y'know what I'm like then that happens. End up makin' mistakes. Know you hate that kind o' sloppy work."
"Y-you're right Gid, I do." Kremy was trembling, now. Was Gideon suggesting…?
"Should probably find some release, huh? Don't want ya gettin' mad at me." Gideon said casually, as though his hand wasn't trailing up towards the buckle that kept Kremy's trousers fastened over his tail. He didn't undo it, yet, simply played with it. Kremy swallowed thickly.
"Guess you should." He replied. His face felt hot, a deep flush that he was certain would travel right down to his chest, not that Gideon could see.
Quickly as anything, Gideon undid the buckle and yanked down Kremy's trousers as he pulled up his tail, revealing his underwear. They were purple, and edged with black lace, and looked like something an ignorant person may call "panties", if they felt like being on the receiving end of an eldritch blast.
They were also wet, as Kremy's slit had been throbbing and oozing slick into them since Gideon first made his presence known.
"Damn, boss." Gideon whistled lowly. Kremy shifted, a sudden breeze cool against the wet fabric of his underwear. "Looks like you might need this as much as I do."
"I-It's a gatorkin thing, ya wouldn't- hah!" Kremy started to argue, but then Gideon was pressing his mouth against the wet spot of his underwear and licking his slit through them. Gideon hummed, his tongue painting a broad, hot stripe up Kremy's centre once, twice, three times. "Oh."
Gideon chuckled to himself, the noise vibrating against Kremy's scales. He licked him again, and Kremy tried to move, to shift back and press himself more firmly against his tongue, but he couldn't move an inch. Then, his tongue was gone, and instead Gideon was peeling down his underwear and baring Kremy to him completely. His cock, no longer trapped by his underwear, slid out of his slit completely. Kremy felt a bead of slick slide down his length and drip onto the floor. He bit back a whimper.
"Well, would ya look at that." Gideon said, like he was looking at something mildly interesting rather than Kremy's wet, open slit. "Reckon you're about ready for me, huh?"
Kremy whined in response. He wasn't, couldn't be, unless all of Gideon's posturing about being proportional was all lies. He heard a rustle of clothes, a fly being opened, and then something firm and hot was being pressed against him, making him flinch slightly.
Gideon ran his cock slowly up and down his slit, coating himself in his slick. Kremy hissed, and Gideon laughed mockingly at him again.
"Oh, baby, you just need it so bad, don'tcha? Guess you're lucky it was me that found ya. Bet anyone else wouldn't have been so gentle. Mm-mm, bet they woulda taken one look at this wet li'l pussy and just rammed themselves inside it. Gotta say though, even I'm losin' my patience…" Gideon pushed himself inside of Kremy, and Kremy let out a choked gasp at the intrusion. He was wet, sure, but Gideon was big. Thick, too, and Kremy felt like he was being split open.
"Gid." Kremy said through gritted teeth. "Baron fuckin' help me, your dick's fuckin' huge."
He didn't mean to sound so quite so accusatory, but he did regardless.
"You can take it." Gideon told him soothingly, running a hand up and down from his hip to his waist and back again. "Takin' me so well already. Gonna look so good all stuffed full of my cock."
Kremy keened lightly. He already felt so full already. It was dizzying. Gideon ignored his cries and carried on sliding into him, pushing slick out of his slit. Once his cock was fully seated inside him, Gideon allowed Kremy a moment to adjust before he started to fuck him rapidly, plowing him at a pace that would have certainly shoved him forwards if he wasn't so stuck.
"Gid, fuck, p-please, slow down." Kremy begged. He just needed a little longer to adjust, to collect himself. His slit was throbbing, half with the sheer stretch and half with sensation of being fucked at such a brutal pace, and he felt like he was about to lose his mind.
"S-sorry, Krem, I can't- I just- y' feel so. Fuckin'. Good." Gideon replied, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust. "Fuck. So fuckin' wet an' tight. Gods. Been holdin' out on me, boss. Shoulda asked for this as an incentive when I first signed on with ya."
"I guess I could- could have a look at ya contract." Kremy gasped out, eyes rolling back in his head. Gods, what a world that would have been. "Add an – hnn – amendment."
"Mmm. Sounds good. What shall we say then, three square meals, a roof over my head, my cut of any takings an' access to this tight fuckin' hole whenever I get too horny to concentrate?" Gideon offered.
Kremy considered what he knew of Gideon's sex drive, of just how many times he'd been privy to him sneaking off to masturbate or fuck, and readily agreed.
"Yeah, sure, sounds good." He nodded, although Gideon couldn't see it.
"Ah, ah, ah. That ain't good enough Do ya," Gideon took one hand off Kremy's hip to snap his fingers. "Snappy thing or somethin'. Ain't lettin' ya weasel outta this, sayin' ya just forgot. Want somethin' bindin'."
"Wha- now?" Kremy asked incredulously. He didn't think he could sign his name right now, let alone conjure a contract.
"Yes, now. I know ya, boss. If I don't make ya do it now, you're gonna put it off and put it off with the hopes I forget about it. But I'm not gonna. Just gonna bug ya about it every fuckin' day. Would be a real shame if anyone overheard me, 'cause then they might want the same benefits…" Gideon's tone was firm, and Kremy rolled his eyes.
"I'm not gonna summon a fuckin' contract when-" when you're banging me like a screen door in a hurricane "when we're in a compromisin' position! The Baron knows when I use his magic, y'know!"
"Feel like he'd approve of this. Ain't he all about sinnin'?" Gideon argued. He was still fucking him, but slower now.
"I- I- mean yeah, but-" Kremy resisted the urge to do something equal parts stupid and childish, like stamp his foot. Kremy wanted him to get back to fucking him properly, and to stop bringing up his Patron. Too much thought His way and Kremy had the inkling he'd take a peek on what he was up to. "Gid. Can't I just give ya my word now an' we'll, y'know, discuss this properly later?"
After I've come around the fuckin' monster you call a cock an' I can actually fuckin' think properly again, Kremy thought desperately.
"Alright, fine. But I ain't lettin' this go." Gideon said in a warning tone, before gripping onto his hips once more, fingers biting into his scales in a way that was sure to bruise. Kremy found he didn't mind, wanting to carry the marks of this encounter as long as possible. Gideon drove his cock into Kremy over and over as he grunted and swore, punching moans out of Kremy. If anyone happened to wander even remotely nearby, there would be no mistaking what they were up to, and the thought made Kremy's slit clench even as a prickling wave of embarrassment washed over him.
The boss getting caught fucking an underling was bad enough, but the fact that Kremy was so clearly the powerless one in the situation? That whoever was there could just stand and watch, and Kremy wouldn't be able to do anything to stop them? From commenting, even, asking Gideon how it felt…Kremy let out a low moan, stomach flipping at the idea of Gideon casually talking about how tight and wet he was to some faceless audience.
It appeared that Gideon had been having some fantasies, too, ones he was all to keen to share with Kremy.
"Could just leave ya here, y'know. Pretty sure thinkin' about this is gonna get me all distracted again soon enough. Gonna need to burn off that energy somehow, an' knowin' you'd be here, all open and ready for me…With my cum still drippin' outta ya…" Gideon made a low noise in the back of his throat. "Fuck. Gonna make a real picture."
Kremy whined, equal parts anxiety and want running through him. If Gideon left him here, he'd be completely exposed to whatever and whoever could come past. Who knew what could happen, who could see him.
"Don't worry, honey. As much as I want to, I don't want anyone else comin' across ya…or in ya. Heh." Gideon laughed at his own joke. Kremy rolled his eyes. "This is mine now, after all, an' I don't feel like sharin'."
What "this" was was clear, as Gideon snapped his hips forwards as he declared it.
"If it's yours why don'tcha go ahead an' claim it?" Kremy snapped at him, emboldened by the filth Gideon had been saying to him and the fact that he couldn't see Gideon's face when he said it. Gideon made a choked, surprised noise, rhythm lost in the face of Kremy's barbs.
"W-what?" He asked, sounded dumbfounded. He'd stopped fucking him entirely, and Kremy made a disapproving noise.
"Talkin' such a big game about it, why don'tcha actually do it, huh? Cum inside me, Gid. Make me yours. Unless you're all talk…" Kremy taunted him. He needed to feel it, needed to know what it was like to be even more full of Gideon. Gideon found his rhythm once more, fucking him deeply.
"I'll do it, Kremy, gonna cum in you so deep, fill you up so good." Gideon was babbling, now, and fucking Kremy so hard and fast he was actually grateful for the stability of being pinned down so completely. "Fuck, boss, wanted to do this for so long, you got no idea. Feel like I might be dreamin'. Just couldn't resist, seein' you bent over like that…"
If that was all it took I shoulda bent over in front of him years ago, Kremy thought to himself. All that came out of his mouth was a choked yelp. He'd always thought that he could be satisfied with just one night of knowing what it felt like to fuck Gideon Coal, but now he knew hoe incredible it felt to have his dick inside of him, he was almost certain he couldn't have this only once. That amendment to Gideon's contract was looking more and more desirable by the minute.
His stomach swooped at the thought of Gideon doing this to him whenever and wherever he wanted it, waves of pleasure crashing over him as he rapidly got closer to coming.
"Fuck, Gid, gonna make me cum." He breathed, claws scrabbling at the floor of the cart.
"Oh fuck. Wanna feel you come around my cock, been fuckin' dreamin' about it, c'mon, give it to me." Gideon was practically begging, and Kremy wondered how much of Gideon's dirty talk was actually true.
"Gid." It was the only thing Kremy could say as he came, slit pulsing and clenching around Gideon's dick, cock twitching as cum shot out of him and added to the mess on the ground. He whined as Gideon fucked him through it, tipping over into overstimulation that was as sweet as it was sharp.
"That's it, take it, feel so fuckin' good, gonna cum in you, gonna fuckin' make you mine, mine, fuck!" Gideon moaned, long and deep, and Kremy felt his cock twitching inside him as his slit was flooded with warmth. Gideon carried on grinding his hips forward, making soft, satisfied noises until his finally stopped pumping cum into Kremy. He pulled out with a soft, wet noise, the sensation making Kremy and Gideon hiss in unison. Kremy's slit twitched, and he felt Gideon's cum starting to drip out of him. Gideon groaned appreciatively, and Kremy shifted slightly. He liked the appreciation, but he was keen to make this situation as non-incriminating as possible as soon as possible.
"You got two more seconds to enjoy the view." Kremy warned him. He felt Gideon grabbing his ass with one hand, spreading his slit just a little more on one side. He shuddered as Gideon's cum dripped out of him further, joining the pool of his slick and cum beneath him.
"Mmm-hmm." Gideon hummed appreciatively. "Could watch this for hours."
"Too bad." Kremy sniped back, clicking his fingers and magicking away all traces of their entanglement, then clicking again to clothe himself once more. Gideon made a disappointed noise, and sighed mournfully.
"Alright, let's getcha outta there." Gideon said, reaching over and jostling the lap bar. It creaked a little ominously. "We gotta get back to work. Harris Wheel needs fixin', an' you got a contract to amend."
"The fuck, Gid?! The Harris Wheel's been broken this entire time?" Kremy asked him, incredulously. He chose to ignore the second half of his statement.
"There weren't people on it! I don't think so, anyway…" Gideon sounded a little shame-faced. Kremy couldn't hear any screams of terror, so he was going to trust that there weren't. "Should be a release somewhere over here, lemme just…"
Gideon hummed to himself as he searched for whatever it was he was looking for, and Kremy pillowed his snout on his arms, gazing listlessly around the cart. He spotted a small flash of silver wedged underneath the seat and grabbed for it, pulling out a battered silver locket. It didn't look to be pure silver, but with a bit of polish and a minor illusion it could. Not a fruitless endeavour after all. He hummed to himself smugly as Gideon tugged on something and the lap bar released, allowing him to scramble out in as dignified a manner as possible. He stretched, spine popping after being stuck in one position for so long.
"There we go." Gideon leaned into the cart and pulled out Kremy's hat, dusting it off and passing it over to him. "Like nothin' ever happened."
Kremy returned the hat to his head and stowed the locket in his pocket.
"Well, thank ya kindly for ya help, Gid. And for ya…other assistance." He said, brushing himself off and avoiding Gideon's eye. He felt strange, shy, almost vulnerable.
"Heh. Yeah. Anytime." Gideon grinned at him. Kremy raised an eyebrow at him, but he just carried on smiling cheekily at him.
No man should have dimples that cute, Kremy thought to himself, unreasonably irritated by them, especially not one so prone to exploiting 'em.
"See ya later, Gid." Kremy tipped his hat at Gideon and turned on his heel, marching off shakily towards his trailer. He could scarcely believe what just happened. He needed to be in his own space when his inevitable freak out over the fact that his best friend, bodyguard and allegedly unrequited love had just fucked him so thoroughly his legs were still trembling and showed no sign of stopping.
"Don't think I'll forget our discussion about my contract!" Gideon called after him. Kremy scoffed to himself.
"Come by my trailer later an' we'll discuss it further!" He called back, unable to help the grin that started to spread across his face. Perhaps he wouldn't be freaking out after all. Perhaps he'd be planning instead.