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A quiet afternoon. Gideon had looked up across the field while surveying the fences and noticed someone in the distance.
The closer he got as he rode towards the figure on the edge of their property, the more certain he got that this was no local visitor or friend. He absentmindedly felt for the gun on his holster as his horse took him closer.
Who and what in all the hells is that? A tiefling of some kind? Do those come in green? He huffed, taking a deep breath before hollering out.
"Ya lost there, stranger?"
The figure froze, their green scales flashing beneath their hat as they tilted their head.
He slowed his horse to a stop, looking down on the scaled humanoid.
"Ah, my apologies If I've trespassed! I meant no offence, I hope you understand?" He held up his hands, his slitted eyes darting from Gideon's face to the gun on his side.
"No need for apologies, but whats a small thing like you doin' out here alone? Don't look like you come from these parts." He chuckled as the scaled man frowned.
"Well, hm. I'm just a traveler, and I suppose as such I'll be on my way..." he cleared his throat and pouted. "Think you could point my small self into the direction of someplace i'll be able to sleep tonight?"
Gideon laughed, this man seemed allright."Mhm, i'll need a name first tho. Mines Gideon, Gideon Coal" he reached down a hand to greet him.
"Kremy Lecroux" The man answered sharply, shaking his hand and letting go so quickly Gideon almost laughed again.
"My apologies, Mr.Lecroux, but I'm afraid you won't reach the nearest inn for many hours. I would be happy to let you stay the night, however" he grinned down at him "…for the right price"
"Stay at your…home?" he looked across the field towards the large farmhouse. "And what exactly would that price be?"
"Oh, a couple of copper pieces would do just fine. I must say, we've had all kinds of guests over the years but never a green scaled tiefling." Gideon had already turned his horse as he spoke, moving back towards the house, his gruff voice booming back towards the traveler.
"Oh? Well i'm sorry to inform you that you still haven't, i'm a gorgonite you see. Not exactly the most common kinda folk around here so I do understand the confusion." The green man walked briskly to keep up with the monstrous warhorse Gideon rode.
"My apologies, well, first time we'll have a gorgonite stayin' as well".
They arrived back at the front porch with Gideon's father squinting down at the stranger, cigar in his mouth and shirtless.
"We got a guest for the evening, Pa" Gideon jumped off his horse, planting his feet next to the stranger.
"Mr. Lecroux, this is my father Nathaniel." He gestured between them. " Pa, this here's Kremy Lecroux. Says he's a gorgonite, ain't that something?"
He'd started gathering up a pile of wood halfway through the introduction, and was now walking off, leaving the pair alone together.
He fidgeted nervously with his hands, adjusting the rings on his fingers as he watched the biggest man he'd ever seen in his life walk off. Biggest, and perhaps the most handsome as well. He was pulled pack to Avantris by Nathaniel sighing loudly.
"Wheeell, suppose i'll show you to your room." He stood up "oh right, hold on, Gid take payment from ya?"
"Uh, no, he just said it would cost a couple of copper-"
"HAH! That sum'bitch." He turned and spat down onto the ground in the direction Gideon had walked off into. " No, son. We won't charge you to sleep in our shitty fuckin' hay-bed. If Gid asks tell him I took payment" The older man scoffed, taking a worryingly deep drag from his cigar.
"Are you sure, sir? I'm happy to pay, it'd be much cheaper than a room at an inn" Kremy willed his hair tendrils to lay still. "I'm awfully hungry, to be honest with you, so could I ask to at least pay for a meal in that case?"
The man smiled, it was a charming smile, an older version of the crooked grin his son had flashed him. Kremy swallowed.
"Now thats an idea! How about you cook us dinner and we'll let ya eat if it's any good? I'm sick and tired of my boy's miserable excuse for cookin'" He chuckled.
Kremy studied him for a second, he had the kind of body that told of a lifetime of manual labor in the sun. Tanned skin that covered a muscular body. He wasn't a small man by any means but quite clearly dwarfed his massive son in stature. A face with lines and wrinkles telling of a life fully lived. Sparkling dark eyes and a dark grey beard. His hair was long and in a braid just like his sons.
Kremy had felt too unsure. Too afraid to ask the huge red man what exactly HE was. A summer eladrin? Some kind of tiefling? Nevertheless it seemed that whatever he was, he'd gotten it from his mother, because this man was definitely a human.
"Come on, i'll show you the kitchen. You ever cook before?"
"Yes, yes I have, sir" Kremy followed him into the large house.
"Oh, none of that 'sir' business! Call me Nate."
Kremy smiled. "In that case, call me Kremy".
The boy could cook alright.
It had been far too long since he'd enjoyed such a good meal, he wasn't a terrible cook himself by any means, and he had taught Gideon well enough. But this, this was something else entirely.
"Now that was some good food, boy." He sighed as he leaned back in his chair, a hand resting over his stomach. Kremy smiled and ducked his head.
Gideon was just finishing up as well, his flames always seemed to glow a little brighter with every bite but how it was clearer than ever. Nathaniel also took note of his red skin seeming a bit darker around the cheeks and ears. Curious.
Kremy hadn't eaten much, but the boy looked scrawny enough for that to be normal. Nathaniel squinted at him. Asking a man what their age was could surely be considered rude, but he was having a hard time placing the man. Kremy glanced over to Gideon, who was getting up and collecting the dishes.
"Oh! No need for that, i'm happy to take care of it!" Kremy sprang up from his seat, grabbing the dishes out of Gideons hands.
"Uh, sure" Gideon's flames flares slightly and his skin got even darker.
Nathaniel snorted. His son was a genius at most things but somehow manners and common sense had slipped on thru him.
"Thank you kindly, Kremy. We appreciate that, don't we Gid?" He gave Gideon a pointed stare that was answered by a look of confusion and annoyance.
As Kremy got back into the kitchen, Gideon turned to him and whispered.
"You're being awful friendly with this guy, pa. Just be careful. We just met him."
"Gideon, if a man cooks a meal that good for you, they're a friend. 'Sides, you're the one who invited him in here ain't ya?" Gideon huffed and paused before answering.
"Still"
"Think you should worry more bout your little lady friend when she's staying over. Didn't like how she was eyeing your mothers old broache" He muttered as he got up from his seat.
"I know, she tried to steal it. Its why she hasn't been back here, and won't be." Gideon huffed as he looked towards the decorative pillow above the hearth, adorned with his late mothers ruby broache.
Nathaniel sighed deeply. "I'm sorry, son. But you know, sometimes shit that glitters tempt folks to do things they normally wouldn't. Maybe you and her could still-"
"Pa!" Gideon glanced towards the kitchen, lowering his voice before continuing. "I said its over. I know you liked her folks but I didn't like her, alright?"
Nathaniel hummed. "Well, thats a shame."
"Is it?"
"Well yeah! You ought to settle down already! You're almost 30 and not getting any younger. You wanna run this place alone when i'm gone?" Gideon threw his hands up and rolled his eyes. Nathaniel smacked him on the back lightly, chuckling.
"I'm going to bed early, night pops"
"You're not saying goodnight to our handsome stranger?"
Gideon turned a color Nathaniel truly hadn't seen on him before. What was that? Pink? Purple?
Oh. Interesting.
He smirked to himself as his son walked up the stairs with a huff.
Very interesting.
It was exhausting, inconvenient and irritating really, how easily Gideon got aroused. It was usually impossible for him to fall asleep without touching himself and tonight was no different.
Well, okay, tonight was different.
Because tonight the fantasies that crept into his head as he thrust into his grip around his own cock weren't about soft bouncing tits or long wavy hair. It was of green scales, slithering hair tendrils and the tightest little ass he'd ever seen.
He usually didn't fantasize about men, but something about this stranger was getting to him. The way his slitted eyes pierced through him, his lithe frame, even his fuckin' voice was sexy.
To top it all off, Kremy hadn't been subtle in the way he'd looked at Gideon, like he wanted to take a bite out of him.
He sped up his thrusts.
He imagined him on his knees below him on the shower floor.
Gideon noticed he had a bifuricated tongue at dinner. He thought about what It would feel like, sliding along the underside of his cock.
Imagined his eyes full of tears as he looked up at him, fucking his throat hard enough to bruise it.
He came with a muffled cry, thinking about painting Kremy with his glowing ropes of cum. Imagined it shooting into his expectant open mouth, over his face, down his chest.
He took a shuddering breath before finishing his shower and getting to bed.
The last thing on his mind before sleep took him was emerald scales and a voice smoother than molasses.
Bare chest and arms in the morning sun as sweat evaporated off of red glistening skin.
If Kremy was a religious man, he would have thought he had arrived at some sort of heaven, surely.
He'd just gotten done with the dishes after breakfast, going out to join Nathaniel on the porch as he'd asked, where they had a front-row view of Gideon hauling massive stacks of chopped wood into a pile outside a small bare-bones cabin.
"Breakfast was as good as dinner last night, amazing what you did with nothin' but eggs and some cheese scraps." Nathaniel patted the chair next to his.
"Oh, well, you got plenty of wild herbs growing and I did take the liberty of using some onion." He pointedly looked away from the hulking mass of muscles grunting and sweating in front of them as he sat down.
"Mm, got plenty of onion. Anyhow, since you said you don't got anyplace to be, I got a proposition for ya." He smiled at Kremy, blowing out cigar smoke. "How you feel about staying here a while? You cook for us to earn your keep, and we'll see what we can do about payment once our first harvest sells. You'll get paid, thats for sure, but I can't promise it'll be a lot."
Kremy blinked.
"Oh, uh."
"Now before you say anything else, let me just give you a rundown on how things could work out," Kremy nodded.
Nathaniel told him about the risks in being a farmer, the potential loss if weather conditions changed, or if certain crops had an unusual surplus on the market. He told him about the possibilities and the risks. Kremy started to wonder what relevance this had to him cooking for them.
But he nodded along as he thought about the irony in leaving his small villiage in the middle of nowhere to end up staying here, in another small place in a large vast wilderness.
But…traveling had been rewarding, sure, but punishing.
Thrilling and terrifying. Freeing and unbelievably, soul crushingly lonely.
Despite all the perks along with the downsides, there was one thing he had truly missed more than anything else.
Comfort.
The comfort of knowing you have a bed to sleep on at the end of the day, the comfort of choosing what to eat instead of eating whatever is available. The comfort of pleasant company.
He stole a quick glance towards Gideon, now washing his arms in a large barrel that Kremy assumed was collecting rainwater. Steam sizzled up around him. Kremy would never be able to hear the phrase 'smokeshow' without thinking of this exact moment for the rest of his life, he was sure.
"I'll let ya think on it, 'course." Nathaniel chuckled as he patted his shoulder, snapping him out of his hypnotic state.
"Ah! Yeah, I mean, sure, I could stay for a bit. Why not?" He sputtered out, turning back to Nathaniel who looked like a cat that caught the canary.
"That's great!" He whistled to catch Gideons attention, nodding at him before yelling out."Our chef is stayin', looks like we'll be eatin' good for a while!" He grinned and stood up abruptly. "Think I'll have a celebratory nap."
Kremy looked back at Gideon, who hadn't said anything in response to the news. He was staring at him already, their eyes meeting. There was something unreadable in his expression. Maybe he worried his father was being manipulated somehow? Kremy tried smiling and giving a hesitant nod.
Gideon nodded back before turning his attention back at his work.
As much as it excited Nathaniel get to eat some damn good food every day, what exited him even more was the fact that he hadn't seen his son so clearly enamored by another person before.
At dinner the night before, he caught Gideon staring at the lean stranger like he used to stare at his yuletide presents under the tree as a kid. Now, that could have become a reason to hurry the stranger along out their door rather than make him stay if it weren't for the fact that this scaled fella stole just as many glances back at him.
Nathaniel stared up at his bedroom ceiling.
He'd never considered that his son might enjoy the company of men, always thought he'd settle down with a woman. So many instances of catching the boy with girls in frilly dresses had led him to assume as much anyway.
He thought about what she would've said. Would she have teased him for assuming things? He chuckled to himself as he closed his eyes.
Yeah, she would've.
Dinner was as delicious as the day before, and the day before that and so on. Gideon felt bad about how little he'd been making conversation with the man who had cooked for him so many times by now, but his father made up for his lack of talking most dinners.
He was tired at the end of each day, that much was true. Usually not much of a conversationalist at those times. Alltho he had to admit the bigger reason he was having a hard time talking to the guy was how his mouth got real dry around him.
Gideon could see he was a handsome man the moment he'd gotten a good look at him from his horse, it hadn't gotten to him at the time.
However.
Firstly, his traveling clothes had concealed his body far too well.
Secondly, the man cleaned up good. Way, way too good.
His scales, now polished and clean from what was most likely care he couldn't afford himself out on the road.
His clean clothes were pressed and fitted around his lithe frame perfectly, his tendrils laid neatly and adorned with rings matching the ones on his fingers. They didnt look like expensive jewelry by any means, smart for traveling alone honestly, but they suited him.
His face seemed to have some sort of makeup on it some days. Gideon recognized the black around his eyes and shimmering cheekbones from ladies sporting similar styles. It suited him. Something about his slitted sharp eyes felt almost made for those dark lines framing them.
One evening, Gideon was just finishing up in the bathroom, stepping out towards his bedroom when Kremy intercepted him.
Gideon froze, feeling his cheeks heat slightly.
"Evening, Gid" Kremy almost whispered to him, moving forward and standing close. Very close.
"Uh, evening." He whispered back hesitantly. Why were they whispering? Why was he so close? Why was he getting closer?
"It alright, that I call you that?" He licked his lips. Gideon swallowed.
"What? Sorry, that you call me what?" He blinked down at the smaller man who was now nearly pressed up against his chest. What's happening?
Kremy chuckled, placing his hands on Gideons chest.
"That I call you' Gid', and I don't know, what would you like to happen?" He bit his bottom lip as he looked up at the genasi, his slitted eyes moving rapidly back and forth between Gideon's eyes and mouth.
"Wh-did I say that out loud? I-uh, I-Its fine, you can call me whatever you…want." Gideon felt his heartbeat in his fingertips, could hear it drumming in his ears and most of all he felt it in his cock, harder than he remembers it ever being in his pants. Oh gods, it was definitely showing.
"That so? I have a couple of suggestions in mind actually, but.." He stood up on his tippytoes, still barely reaching right below Gideons ear as he whispered directly to it. "we might want to discuss them somewhere more privately?"
Kremy considered himself a lot of things, but patient wasn't one of them. So when the ridiculously hot genasi ducked his head yet again when he'd smiled at him during dinner, flustered and avoiding his gaze, something snapped in him. He was going to fuck this man tonight, gods as his witness.
He formed a plan.
Intercept him on his way to his bedroom, initiate first. No room for doubt, all or nothing.
As Gideon closed the door to his bedroom behind him, the air got a strange heavyness to it. Kremy turned around to look at him.
He looked…troubled? He felt a pang in his chest. Had he pushed too hard? Did he misread things completely?
The genasi must have noticed his hesitation, seen the flicker of guilt across his features.
"I'm sorry, Mr.Lecroux. I suppose i'm tired from workin'." He scratched his neck, looking off to the side.
Kremy couldn't help his eyes from scanning over his body. From his broad chest, down his absolutely sinful soft pudge of a belly, all the way to his still tented pants.
It had quickly turned from heaven to hell, watching that body in action every day without getting to touch it, to feel it. Taste it. At the end of every day his underwear would be soaked, slick drooling out of him with every grunt of effort Gideon made in his vicinity, with every heavy breath that lifted his tits and every bead of sweat that evaporated off of it. He shuddered.
"I see, well in that case I won't impose on you much longer. I just-" he swallowed, shame coiling in him at his own desperation. "I just wanted to show my gratitude."
"Gratitude?" Gideon looked at him now, his brows knit. "What you mean?"
Kremy stepped closer, whispering as sweetly as he could, trying his best to suppress his trembling, his every muscle tensing with this all-consuming need.
"If you wanna lay back and relax, I could take care of ya real good, Gid." He felt a thrill of excitement when the larger mans breathing stuttered, his clearly hard cock kicking in his pants. He felt himself panting like a damn dog now, too turned turned on to think straight.
"Oh" Gideon stared down at him, wide eyed. "I mean, y-you don't gotta-"
"Gid" Kremy heard himself whine like a mutt. But he didn't care. "I know I don't got to! I want to, damn it." He was pretty sure in this moment he never needed anything more in his fuckin' life. "But, If you don't want me to, I'll leave. No hard feelins."
He glanced up at Gideon, who looked to be about five seconds from imploding in on himself. His hair was a roaring flame, his ruby cheeks a dark maroon. Before Kremy could study his expression closer, he bent down. Kremy closed his eyes.
He had been kissed many times in his life, by many different kinds of people. But no one had felt anything like this. It started sweet, exploring, testing, gently nudging as Kremy felt huge hands place themselves on his hips. Then, as their tongues collided, their panting increased. The heat radiating off of the genasi felt near scolding, but he found that he liked it. A lot.
He reached up and twisted his hands into that flaming hair, forgetting that it was, well, flaming. He startled when he remembered, gasping out slightly as the magical flames licked his skin. Gideon laughed softly.
"Don't worry, no part of me hurts unless I want it to." Gideon whispered into the air between their parted lips. Kremy nodded before clashing with him again, their tongues rolling against each other, letting out a moan as he felt his ass get grabbed.
"H-hold on." He panted out, forcing himself to part momentarily with the wall of muscle and cushioning fat in front of him.
"Said i'd take care of you, so lay back" He directed for Gideon to get undressed and lay on the bed as he watched him.
His eyes roamed over every inch of red skin, every stretch mark, every vein. They landed naturally, on that thick cock, beading precome and twitching with every movement Kremy made. Standing back slightly, he undressed slowly, lavishing in the sound of Gideon's breathing turning more strained, the clicks of his throat as he swallowed.
Kremy was aware that his anatomy most likely wasn't something Gideon had any experience with. But he didn't seem to loose interest when he pulled down his underwear, revealing his two cocks sliding out and parting his slit. If anything the man sounded more eager.
Finally undressed, he walked up to the bed and straddled red, massive hips. Gideon made a movement as if to stop him when he reached down to nudge his cock to his slit.
"It's okay, I already prepared." Kremy panted out.
He couldn't wait a second longer.
Nathaniel counted his lucky stars that he'd heard the pair sneak into Gideon's bedroom together as he put on his heavy coat and headed out to the stables. He usually just stuffed some cotton into his ears and fell asleep well enough when his boy had company over, but something about even risking to hear those two go at it made him feel uneasy.
In just a month he felt so close to Kremy, he had a good nature about him and best of all, he was a funny fella. With every conversation they had, he found himself hoping more and more that his son would stop acting like a swooning maiden and put some goddamn moves on him. He'd seen the boy talking up ladies enough times to know he could.
So he was happy for them, elated that things were starting to get somewhere. That didn't stop it from feeling real fuckin' weird to hear them go at it.
He got up on his horse, and rode off into the night.
It occured to Gideon, as his dick was about to sink into Kremy, that he didn't know anything about gorgonites.
Was it possible that they were some kind of fae creature? What if it was just another name for incubus?
He'd never considered that Kremy's naked body would look unlike any other humanoid man he'd seen, not that he'd seen many. Everything was gorgeous about him, exactly like he'd fantasized again and again. Up until he took off his underwear.
Even if Gideon was tasked with coming up with the most ridiculously erotic equipment possible to fill in the fantasy of what Kremy had between his legs, two cocks and a pussy wouldn't be something he'd be able to dream up.
Then, Kremy lowered his hips, and all thoughts of species, demons and anything else left Gideons head like water pouring out of a broken cup.
"Oh fuck, oh holy fuck," He gasped, grabbing desperately at Kremys hips. He was used to squeezing into tight and slick, but this was more intense than anything he'd felt before. He hit a wall at about the same depth he usually did, but nonetheless it felt amazing. And it was Kremy.
"Kremy, you- oh fuck, you feel so good" he almost whimpered now. Kremy rolled his hips and Gideon knit his brows and groaned as he felt his cockhead nudge into another opening inside. He threw his head back and moaned, loud, as he was pushed deeper.
Gideon was pretty sure he'd left this plane of existence when he looked down and saw his cock almost completely seated inside that puffy pussy, slick gushing out around his shaft and two throbbing cocks drooling precome down onto his stomach.
Kremy moaned, biting his lip. "Gods, you're big" .
Then he rolled his hips and Gideon gasped as he felt his cockhead press into yet another tight chamber. They stilled.
He was now fully seated, bottoming out inside someone for the first time in his life.
Gideon took deep, shuddering breaths as Kremy began to move his hips in rolling, almost languid movements.
Those glistening scales he'd been stealing glances at, fantasized about, were writhing on top of him.
Gideon grabbed ahold of the sheets on each side of his own hips, desperately trying to tether himself somehow before he completely lost control.
The sinfully slick feeling of his cock being slowly pushed, caressed, wrung and almost goddamn sucked in by Kremy's pussy left him hopelessly barreling towards an orgasm, fast.
"K-Kremy, ah, f-fuck, I'm already close"
Kremy responded by placing his hands on Gideons shoulders. He changed the lazy rolls of his hips into bouncing up and down, hard, fast, making him bottom out again and again and again.
Gideons eyes rolled back in his head as his jaw went slack.
His hips thrusted up as he came, hard, his hands shooting up to grab at Kremys ass, holding it down against himself as if to lock him there.
He shuddered as aftershocks rolled over him, and as he regained his wherewithal he realized Kremy came onto his red chest untouched.
"Haa, holy fuck" Kremy laughed, his voice trembling.
"C'mere" Gideon whispered breathlessly, his hands traveling up from Kremys ass to the small of his back, gently pushing him down into a searing kiss.
He felt those cute hair tendrils stroke at his beard, making him smile into their kiss.
Kremy had expected the man to be big, but not that big. He had also been expecting him to have stamina, but not this much. He couldn't be happier with his miscalculation.
They kissed for so long he was starting to wonder if it was possible to have your tongue be slow cooked. Eventually he was pulled down onto the bed, held in massive arms.
"Wanna go again?" A gravely voice spoke onto the top of his head.
"A-already?" Kremy flushed, and it seemed to be answer enough.
He let out a startled squeak as he was suddenly flipped onto his belly by huge red hands, pressed down flat against the mattress.
Gideon hummed.
"I've been wanting to fuck this ass so bad" Kremy gasped as he felt him grab ahold of his ass cheeks, almost entirely encompassing them. He could hear Gideon groan as he lifted his hips, showing him the mess he'd made, the slick and cum drooling out of his slit onto the sheets.
"Fuck, stay just like that, thats perfect, lift it a bit more"
Kremy did as he asked, feeling a folded pillow getting nudged between his hips and the mattress. The smooth fabric felt luxurious pressed up against his cocks, making him let out a deep sigh.
"There ya go, now relax" Gideon whispered, his voice laced with anticipation. Kremy did, and his hips stayed propped up on the pillow, presenting his slit with his back arched down onto the mattress. He felt Gideon straddle his thighs and then that deliciously thick cockhead pressed against his slit. Kremy sighed contently.
Gideon thrusted in slowly at first, groaning and muttering curses as his hands stroked and grabbed at his ass reverently. Then, once he had bottomed out a few times, he changed his position a little, angled forwards and driving his hips down harder, faster. Kremy bit at the sheets but couldn't keep his moans in anymore. He cried out as he felt the coil in his core snap, his cocks shooting cum onto the pillow pressing to it.
Gideons harsh thrusts stuttered as Kremys walls fluttered around him with his orgasm, then he redoubled his efforts, chasing his own pleasure.
Kremy moaned, loud and needy. Gods, he loved this, loved the feeling of being used like this.
Especially now. Now that he was being used by Gideon.
That gorgeous mountain of a man he'd been watching for weeks was on top of him. He was rutting his fat cock into him like a beast and that thought made Kremys eyes roll back.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Kremy i'm close" he panted, and Kremy started whining, pushing his hips up to meet his thrusts and clenching around him for dear life.
"Oh gods, please give it to me, need it, please come in me" he babbled, feeling a dry orgasm wash over him like a tidal wave when Gideon answered by leaning down over him, grinding his hips hard into his ass while hot ropes of come shot into him, deep, deep inside.
They both panted hard as Gideon remained there, easily holding his own weight up to not crush the smaller man. Kremy twisted his head enough for Gideon to meet him in a kiss.
Soft and gentle, he felt a hand cup his jaw and he couldn't help how his hair tendrils wristed their way around its fingers.
Nathaniel stared up at the stars from his place on the bedroll. He hadn't slept underneath them for so long now. His horse was tied up by a tree and he'd started a small fire for warmth even tho the nights weren't that cold. He was getting old, after all.
"Hm, should have brought some jerky. Suppose I chased myself away too quick for all that." he talked up into the sky, then sighed.
"You know, we never needed to worry about parents hearin' us. Not that our boy worries about me hearin' him. Not sure who he takes after." He snorted disapprovingly, then chuckled. "Sometimes I worry he's too much like me, darlin'. Alltho he's so smart, it damn near frightens me." He laughed. "So, suppose he's not that much like me after all."
A soft wind, the sound of crickets, fire crackling. He swallowed.
"I miss you, sweetheart'. I know he does, too. Know he remembers ya…made sure o' that." He wiped at his eyes.
"M' gettin' soft in my old age."
Nathaniel fell asleep soon after that, dreaming of long flaming curls and a laugh brighter than the sun.
As their harvest grew, it became clear to Gideon's delight that their night together had meant more to Kremy than he'd made it seem at first.
They'd decided to spare Nathaniel of their dalliance the morning after, hoping he hadn't heard them.
Then Kremy proposed they continue to 'have fun' together away from the house when Nathaniel took his naps.
Hearing what they did be referred to as just fun, Gideon couldn't help but feel disappointed. Nevertheless, he didn't let it deter him from enjoying whatever Kremy was offering. He'd happily take fun, if it meant getting to kiss him, hold him and fuck him.
Gideon had just gotten done with chopping wood and was washing his hands in a basin in the barn when Kremy approached him the first time after that first night.
Kissing him and groping at his hardening cock, pulling at his pants and unbuckling his belt.
Then Kremy bent over one of the wooden worktables, lowering his pants just enough to expose his dripping slit and looked back over his shoulder at Gideon.
"Need your cock, Gid, been wanting it so bad all day, please" he spread his legs further apart. Gideon hurriedly lined himself up, hands trembling. Kremy's two cocks were twitching underneath the table, leaking slick onto the haypacked dirt floor.
"Oh fuck, oh gods, please fuck me hard, come in me" Kremy blathered, pressing his chest down against the wooden surface as Gideon slowly worked into him.
Once he bottomed out, Gideon moved his hands from Kremy's ass onto his waist. He groaned when he encircled it easily between his palms. "S'like you were made for me, like this body was meant for me to fuck"
Kremy let out a needy whine and nodded as his walls squeezed.
Gideon began fucking him so hard the tools on the wall above the table rattled.
Moans and praises and curses and prayers spilled from Kremy while Gideon gripped onto that tight waist like a lifeline, pulling him back when he pistoned his hips forward. He bit his lip bloody to keep himself from coming, just a little more, gods, please, more, more, more.
"I'm-oh gods, oh gods" Kremy tensed up, his twin cocks shooting out ropes of spend beneath the table as his slit gripped Gideons cock like a vice, making his thrusts falter a moment.
"Don't stop, come in me, I nee-" before he could finish his sentence, Gideon pulled out, grabbed him, turned him around and placed him on the table, pushing him down until he was laying on his back looking up at him.
Kremy had a dazed expression, like his brain hadn't caught up with him being manhandled into this new position.
"Wanna look at you when I come in you, wanna see your pussy taking my cock" He bent down and kissed him as he pressed back inside. Kremy let out a whimper that turned into a satisfied sigh.
It didn't last long after that. The view alone could have made Gideon come.
Kremy beneath him, knees pressed up and thighs spread apart. His cocks bobbing with every thrust above his puffy pussy, gushing out slick around his cock as it pushed inside and walls gripping enough to pull out slightly with it at the entrance.
Gideon came with a punched-out groan, grinding his hips forward hard enough to ensure his come shot into that inner chamber. Kremy writhed at the feeling, moaning softly.
"Fuck, I love this." He panted, his eyes closed and hair tendrils gone limp as they lay spread out, framing his face.
Gideon smiled.
"Mm, me too."
Kremy took a deep breath as he sank down into the lake water. He usually didn't like water this cold but lately he'd been enjoying his fill of warmth enough to appreciate it.
He and Gideon had been fucking for weeks and It felt like their need for each others bodies only grew. Most of all, once the tension between them was released, they'd actually been able to get to know each other better. Kremy had discovered ways to make him pout, what to say to make him riled up, how he liked his scalp gently scratched. How he looked when he was completely unguarded, concentrating on tinkering with something small with those adorable tiny glasses on.
Kremy sighed, wading up from the dark water towards the rocky lakeshore. He'd started getting cold. Maybe he shouldn't warm up where he wanted to. Maybe he should be more cautious, warm himself up instead. Maybe that would be the wise decision, the safest bet.
But what's the fun in that?
Nathaniel was grateful for the two of them trying to shield him from the worst of their dalliances by never going at it at night. However, if Kremy were to stay like he hoped, they couldn't possibly keep this up long term.
So, he'd ventured out and gotten himself a spellscroll for soundproofing his room. He'd given the pair an excuse of some fox screaming keeping him awake, not being met with any questions as expected. It did mean a couple of days alone in the house, after all. Nathaniel hoped to all the gods that they didn't do anything indecent in the common areas.
Luckily the spellscroll did its job as Nathaniel noticed them sneaking off less and less during his naps.
Harvest season came and went, Kremy getting his payment but never leaving.
"Kremy says he's thinkin' of buyin' some vegetables from us to pickle and sell at the market" Gideon announced as they sat down to eat.
Nathaniel snorted"Buyin' some vegetables huh?" Gideon laughed and nodded.
"An' whats so damn funny about that?" Kremy tutted as he ladled soup into their bowls. "What? You don't sell to outsiders?"
"Hey! You're not an outsider, but that ain't why" Nathaniel huffed, setting down his bowl. "Do you seriously think we would charge you for a crate of carrots and onions?"
Kremy blinked. "But-"
Gideon took his hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing it as the flames in his beard tickled at his fingertips. "as long as we get to taste some when you're done, darlin'." he looked up at him and winked,
Kremy felt himself flushing.
"Of course" he smiled, ducking his head slightly. "Gotta make sure its good, after all"