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Kremy had been quiet, dangerously so, on the way back from The Ganymede. He'd let Gideon put a hand on his thigh, but he hadn't leaned his weight on him like he usually would, or grabbed Gideon's leg back. Instead, he just looked him up at down, raised an eyebrow at him, and gone back to looking out the taxi window at the city as it passed them by.
This was Gideon's sign that he was really going to get it when they got back to the hotel.
He had to fight to stop himself from shifting around in his seat out of excitement. He'd been worried that he might have pushed things a little too far, first with Henri and then with the little blonde twink at The Ganymede, but the imperious look Kremy was giving him meant that he'd played things just right.
It wasn't exactly a surprise to himself that he liked when Kremy got jealous, but what had been a surprise is that Kremy liked it just as much as he did. Then the pair of them discovered that they both liked it very much when Gideon had to be punished for making Kremy get jealous in the first place.
Gideon mused about what Kremy was going to do to him the rest of the drive home. It usually depended on what kind of mood he was in. Sometimes he'd spank him raw, other times he'd edge him until he cried. On one incredible occasion he'd blindfolded and gagged him and left him tied to a chair in his with a prostrate massager inside him, turned all the way up. Kremy had left him there, ostensibly ignoring him and working, until Gideon had started having dry orgasms. He hadn't been able to feel his legs by the end of it , and it was something that still made him shiver whenever he thought about it.
As much as he'd enjoyed that, Gideon was hoping Kremy would want to get a little more hands on with him this evening. He was in the mood to be taken, to really shown who he belonged to. Not that he ever forgot, of course, but it was still nice to be reminded of it.
He was concerned that the others would want to have a nightcap when they got back to the suite, but thankfully they all just said goodnight and traipsed off to the other bedroom, leaving he and Kremy alone. This, he was unbelievably grateful for – he didn't know if he'd be able to handle trying to make small talk and drink while Kremy continued to shoot him dirty looks that spelled out exactly the kind of punishment he was going to receive once everyone else went to bed.
Gideon knew that as soon as their bedroom door swung shut behind them, it would begin.
Just as he predicted, the moment they entered their room and Gideon went to pull Kremy into his arms, he was stopped by a swift hand to his chest.
"What's the matter, Kremy?" He said, as Kremy stepped away from him. He tried reaching out for him again, but Kremy shot him such a look that he didn't try and step into his space, arms falling uselessly by his side.
"You must think I'm stupid, Gid." Kremy sighed, untying his bow tie and pulling it off, placing it onto the dressing table he'd been sat at just hours before.
"What? No! 'Course not, man, think you're the smartest guy in the whole universe." Gideon frowned. It was true, which is also how he knew that Kremy already had what was about to happen to him planned out in minute detail.
"That so? Then why did ya think you could get away with actin' like that at the tailor's and the bar, then?" Kremy asked, taking off his jacket and tossing it carelessly over the chair next to the vanity.
"Actin' like what?" Gideon asked, innocently, as though he didn't know exactly what Kremy was talking about.
Kremy sighed, and clicked his tongue. He was disappointed, Gideon could tell. Gods, this was going to be good.
"See, there ya go again. Actin' like ya got no damn clue. I'm not fool Gid, an' ya know that." He took off his cuff-links, placing them with a gentle clink onto the vanity. "So why are ya insultin' my intelligence by actin' like I am?"
Gideon said nothing, just tracked the movement of his hands as he rolled his sleeves up to his forearms, anticipation prickling at his neck and pooling in his stomach. Kremy tutted at him again, and slunk across the room towards him.
"Y'know, I woulda forgiven ya if it had just been that Henri. Ya can't help bein' so big an' gorgeous. It'd be a little hypocritical o' me to get mad at people for appreciatin' the view as much as I do." He said, running a hand up Gideon's torso, smile turning satisfied as he felt Gideon's muscles twitching underneath his palm. "Wish he coulda hurried things up a little, but no matter. He gotcha into this fine suit, made ya look so handsome."
Kremy continued to run his hand up Gideon's chest, over his throat, pausing to cup his face before reaching up to grab onto one of Gideon's horns, tugging on it and forcing Gideon's head down towards his, so they were at eye level. Gideon yelped, the shock of the force shocking the noise out of him. He was forced to bend down until he was at Kremy's height, and he whined in discomfort.
"What I will not forgive is ya carryin' on with that fuckin' twink at The Ganymede in front o' me an' everyone else." Kremy snarled at him, yanking on his horn again. "Gettin' all up in his space, gettin' him to bend over for ya. Puttin' a cigar in ya damn mouth and lookin' in his eyes as he lit it, knowin' he was imaginin' it bein' his dick."
Oh, yes, this was it. This what he'd been waiting for.
"Struttin' about like ya some kinda free agent, like you don't already belong to someone. Or maybe ya just forgot? That it, Gid? Ya need me to remind ya who owns you?" Kremy tilted his head at him, and Gideon dropped to his knees instinctively. "Hm. That's a real cute trick, but it ain't gonna stop ya from gettin' what's comin' to ya."
Gideon flinched as one of Kremy's shiny new shoes found its way between his legs, and pressed down against his cock. He was half-hard, had been since he figured out what was coming, and he groaned as he shifted his hips up, rubbing against it. So this was how it was going to be.
"Can't even help yourself for one second." Kremy sneered down at him. "Only think with this, ain't that right, Gid?"
He pressed his leather-clad shoe down harder into his crotch, teetering on the precipice of pleasure and pain. Gideon moaned again and flexed his hands against his thighs, unsure if it would make things better or worse if he grabbed at Kremy's leg. He didn't know which he wanted more.
Luckily, he didn't have to make that decision. Kremy made it for him.
"Hnh." He said, intelligently, as Kremy's foot started to crush his balls through his impeccably-tailored suit trousers. Kremy sighed, and drew his foot back, and Gideon whined at the loss.
"Get outta that suit. I'm not callin' Henri if ya rip it."
Gideon fumbled with the buttons on his suit far more than he would have liked, too turned on and excited for grace. Once he was stripped down to his underwear, he returned to his position, kneeling in front of Kremy.
"I suppose he tailored these too, but it don't matter so much if these get ruined, does it?" Kremy asked rhetorically, foot returning to press at the bulge in Gideon's underwear once more. "Y'know, Gid, what upsets me the most ain't that he was flirtin' with ya, it's that ya never corrected him."
"Huh?" Gideon asked. Even making a single syllable was difficult in his current state. His dick was throbbing, for more than one reason, and Kremy was looking down at him like he was less than the dirt on his shoe, and he was almost certain that he could cum all over his nice new shoes like this. Maybe Kremy would make him lick it off if he did. He could only hope.
"By my count, he called me your friend three times." Kremy explained, pressing down further. Gideon whimpered. He wished that he been allowed to take the underwear off, too, that there was nothing separating the heat of his skin from the leather of Kremy's shoe. "Now, Gid, does this seem like somethin' a friend would do for you?"
He emphasised his point by releasing the pressure and rubbing his foot up and down Gideon's crotch, making him cry out. Throwing caution to the wind, he scrabbled at Kremy's leg, clinging on and pressing his cock harder against Kremy's shoe. He was almost shivering with want. He was startlingly close already, he just needed a little more, and-
The friction was gone, and Kremy was clearing his throat at him, hands on his hips.
"I asked you a question, Gideon." He said, stretching out each syllable of his name. "Does this seem like somethin' a friend would do for you?"
"N-no." He stammered. Was he drooling? He felt like he was drooling.
"No, it ain't." Kremy rewarded him for his correct answer by pushing down against his cock with his foot once more. "An' why am I doin' this for you?"
"'Cause I'm yer husband?" Gideon offered, hips jerking up once more. He had no idea when Kremy was going to pull away again, and he was eager to chase this feeling while he still could.
"True, but not quite." Kremy allowed him a hint of his genuine smile. "Shorter than that."
"'Cause I'm yours?" Gideon grinned up at him.
"Exactly. See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Kremy cooed sarcastically at him. "Get on the fuckin' bed. Hands and knees. Take your underwear off, too."
Gideon did as he was told, resisting the urge to shift about once he was on the bed, no matter how impatient he was feeling. He startled slightly was Kremy ran a hand slowly down his spine, stroking over his hip and onto his ass. He struck him once, hard.
"We won't be doin' that tonight, but I couldn't resist." Gideon could hear the smirk in his voice. "Hands behind your back, Mr Coal."
Gideon rested his chest against the bed, holding his arms behind his back, each hand holding onto the opposite forearm. He felt the soft touch of silky fabric being wrapped around his arms, and jolted as he realised that Kremy was using one of their bow ties to bind him.
"Look at you, all wrapped up nice and pretty for me." Kremy murmured at him. "Bet Henri would give just about anythin' to see this. Too bad for him that he's never gonna."
Whatever Gideon was going to say in response was eaten up by a gasp as two fingers, slicked with lube – when had Kremy had time to get lube? – circled his hole. He whined, pushing his hips back, desperate to feel Kremy's touch inside him.
"Always so eager." Kremy said, tone surprisingly gentle for someone that had just pushed a finger into him. He held onto where Gideon's hands were bound as he opened him up, far slower that Gideon would have liked.
"C'mon, fuck me. I can take it, Kremy, please." Gideon begged, after Kremy had pushed another finger into him. He needed to be full of him, needed it to burn slightly as his cocks split him open.
"There ya go again, forgettin' who's in charge here." Kremy sighed, although he never stopped the slow movement of his fingers. "It's like you're not even tryin', Gid."
"Sorry, sorry. Just- want you." Gideon huffed, craning his head around to try and look at Kremy over his shoulder. Kremy hadn't been expecting it – gone was the imperious look he usually wore while they were playing like this, replaced with a look of sheer adoration. As their eyes met, the cold look snapped back into place, and he spanked him again.
"And why would it matter to me what you want, huh?" Kremy demanded. "Guess it's lucky for you what I want it to burn off some of this…irritation you've inspired in me."
Gideon moaned loudly as Kremy rubbed his cocks against his hole, slowly sliding them into him. There was the stretch, the burn that he wanted, craved. Kremy knew that, and was giving it to him even as he pretended it was only for his benefit. His heart squeezed at the surprisingly tender gesture, even in a less-than-tender context.
Then Kremy was fucking him properly and the only thing he could focus on was oh Gods don't stop. He may have been chanting it over and over, or his words may have been garbled. He couldn't tell. All he knew was that his cheek was pressed against the bed and Kremy was still grabbing onto his bound hands and his cock was leaking onto the bed below him and it felt so, so good.
"I bet both o' those guys took a look at you an' thought they knew exactly what ya like." Kremy grunted, snapping his hips forwards and making Gideon cry out. "Bet they though you were just some big dumb stud, just lookin' to bend them over. But I know better, don't I, Gid? I know what it is ya need. An' what ya need is to be put in your fuckin' place every once in a while."
"Kremy," Gideon panted, begging for something, although he wasn't quite sure of what. "Please."
"Ah, ah. I told ya, not allowed to make demands when ya forgot who you belong to." Kremy admonished him harshly, pulling his head back by his hair. Gideon hissed, loving the sparks of pain across his scalp. "I'll decide what ya get, an' when ya get it."
What Gideon got was being fucked fast and hard while Kremy gripped onto his hair, and then his hips. Kremy forgot to mask the noises he was making as he did so, gentle grunts and moans falling out of him. Gideon revelled in the noises, loving the fact that Kremy couldn't hide how good his body was making him feel.
When Gideon finally came, it felt like being hit over the head. His vision whited out and he collapsed fully onto his forearms, only barely conscious of the noises that were pouring out of him. Kremy fucked him through it, and then through into overstimulation, twin cocks relentlessly pummelling his prostrate and making him whimper. It hurt, and it felt good, and he liked that Kremy was continuing to use him just as harshly as he had before he came, liked that he was chasing his pleasure without any concern of what was happening to Gideon. He was definitely drooling now, sheets wet underneath his cheek. He barely heard what Kremy was saying over the rushing in his ears, brain just about registering that it was directed at him.
"…fuckin' mine, Gid, aren't ya? Ain't no-one else can have ya like this, only me." His claws were digging into Gideon's hips as he fucked into him, breaths sawing out harshly.
"Y-yeah, Krem, all yours. All yours." Gideon nodded, too out of it to say much more, even if his heart sang at Kremy's words. Kremy didn't seem to mind, however, as at his words he thrust two, three more times and then came as deep within him as he could, falling forwards to plaster his front against Gideon's back, hips rocking forwards minutely as he rode out his orgasm.
"That's it, Gid. So good for me." Kremy sighed, sounding deeply satisfied. "So good."
Gideon was dimly aware of Kremy pulling out of him, of cleaning him up, of climbing into the bed next to him and manoeuvring his head so it was in his lap. Gideon turned over and pressed his face into Kremy's belly as he began to run his hands through his hair, petting him gently.
"You have fun, Gid?" Kremy asked softly, scratching his nails across his scalp.
"Mhm." Gideon hummed happily, rubbing his face into Kremy's chest. "Yeah."
"Good. Me too." Kremy told him, leaning down to awkwardly (but sweetly) press a kiss to his head. Gideon made a soft noise as his lips pressed against him.
Kremy was silent for a few moments, continuing to massage Gideon's scalp. Gideon's eyes began to slip closed, only opening again when Kremy spoke again.
"Y'know, if you keep on actin' up like this an' I'm gonna have to try an' make you jealous." Kremy said, tone gently teasing.
Gideon looked up at him, taking in the soft smirk on Kremy's face as he carded his hands through his hair.
"You promise?" Gideon asked, grinning up at him. Now that could be fun.
Kremy laughed, loud and unguarded.
"Sure, Gid. I promise."