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Despite what some may think (and loudly complain about), Kremy Lecroux did not enjoy laying low. He did not like having to slip away as unnoticed as possible into an upstairs room at a tavern while listening to the rowdy laughter and music of the patrons below. He did not like having to drink from his own stash instead of playing the game of trying to swipe what he could without being noticed. He did not want to play cards with his sole companion (as good a companion as he was) for buttons or pennies, he wanted to swindle people properly.
However.
He recognised that sometimes, he and Gideon needed to. It was a necessary evil, something that would allow them to stay in a place for longer than a night or two. He had plans to stay in this town for a good long while if he could, and part of that required not making too big a splash on their very first night. They'd go out tomorrow, get a lay of the land, pick out a drinking hole or two where they could make a little bit of coin running some low-level schemes. Nothing big, no, that would come later. But just enough to get them a couple of creature comforts while they stayed here.
So, here they were, having eaten a dinner of rations out of Kremy's pack and now sharing a bottle of something Kremy had stolen a while back but they hadn't gotten desperate enough to drink yet. Brandy, he was pretty sure, which was neither of their tastes, but it was alcohol and it went down smooth enough. They were laying on the sole bed in the room – not uncommon, in places like these. They'd had to get used to sharing a bed with each other pretty quickly, and Kremy would be lying if he said he minded it. Gideon was warm, and more often than not the pair ended up pressed close together as they slept, Gideon's chest against Kremy's back, his tail tucked between his legs. And, if they ended up rubbing up against each other, or hands started to wander, and one thing lead to another, well. Kremy certainly didn't mind that either.
They hadn't talked about what they did together, what it made them, but Kremy didn't think they needed to. In Kremy's mind, the answer was simple: Gideon was his man. Whether that was in the sharp, dismissive tone employed by those who saw him as a wall of muscle who wasn't worth the mental energy or remembering a name for, or in the giddy giggle of someone pointing him out across the room, or in the soft drawl of his maman, Gideon was it. His man. His eyes could wander, he could spend a night in someone else's bed, but he would always, always come back to heel when Kremy called, and that was what mattered.
Still, as used to sharing a bed with his man as Kremy was, that didn't mean he had to like just how much space the man took up. He was lying practically diagonally across the bed, forcing Kremy to fold himself up in a rather undignified manner, his back pressed against the headboard. He was trying to practise his card tricks, and he had very little room to do so. Not to mention the fact that Gideon seemed unable to properly settle, wriggling around and huffing and jostling Kremy every time he did so. When Gideon flipped over for the third time in as many minutes, Kremy finally snapped.
"Gid." He said, tone deeply unamused.
"Hm?" Gideon asked, apparently completely unaware of the nuisance he was being.
"Takin' up a lot of space there, ain't ya?" Kremy pointed out, gesturing between the pair of them. Gideon glanced over and shrugged.
"I hadn't noticed." He said. He still did not move.
"Yeah, I gathered that. You're like one o' them giant dogs that doesn't know it ain't a puppy anymore." Kremy joked, poking Gideon in the side with his foot. "An I'm your fool of an owner who still lets ya on all the furniture."
Gideon moved slightly away from where Kremy was jabbing him with his toes, but not enough to give Kremy any real space.
"Woof." He said sarcastically, going back to his notebook. Kremy wondered what he was writing in it.
Well.
If Gideon was going to be an annoyance, so was he.
"Y'know, Gid, the more I think about it, the more I realise how like a dog y'are." He mused, shuffling his cards back and forth. He didn't look at Gideon, focusing solely on the shiny card as they shifted from hand to hand. "You're messy, you act like I'm tryna kill ya whenever I make you bathe, an' you'd steal the scraps right off someone's table if I let ya."
He heard Gideon make an affronted noise, but he continued regardless, twirling the cards over in his hands.
"An' that's just the start. You're rowdy, Gid, can't help yourself from snarlin' at people, startin' fights. You see another fella who's as big as you, an' instead of leavin' him be, you pull his tail an' nip at his ears an' try an' get him to fight you. You just don't know when to quit."
He sighed and shook his head, like he was disappointed. He could feel Gideon shifting on the bed, but he still didn't look at him, eyes focused on the Jack of Hearts currently winking at him from his hand.
"That's why I gotta be in charge, Gid. Someone's gotta try an' keep you in line. Maybe I should getcha one o' them choke-chains that pulls tight if ya try to stray too far. Though, knowin' you, you might like that. Should get one that wraps around somewhere a little lower, huh? Keep ya from chasin' after everythin' that so much as smiles atcha." Kremy snorted, shifting slightly. He was getting a little too excited, desire starting to lick down his spine. The drink had loosened his tongue a little too much, made him venture a little too far into fantasy territory, where he kept the thing that got Gideon into the most trouble under lock and key, to be released when he said so. He was getting a little too close to talking about what was happening between them, too. Better to get back to safer territory.
"Maybe it ain't the stick that'll getcha though. Maybe it's the carrot. That sound good, hm? If I gave ya li'l treats for decent behaviour? Wonder if you're just food-motivated, or pets would do it to. That sound good, Gid? Me givin' you belly rubs an' tellin' you what a good boy you are in exchange for ya not tearin' off an' punchin' the biggest guy in the room the minute we walk into a tavern?"
During his tirade, he'd felt Gideon stand up off the bed. Out the corner of his eye, he saw him start to walk over to his side. He felt a touch of nerves, now. He might have wanted to irritate Gideon, but he didn't want to outright insult him. Or, he didn't want to insult him in a way that mattered, in a way he couldn’t shrug off and bat back with an equal insult at himself.
"Gid? Look, I was just playin' around, I-" the words died on Kremy's tongue as he actually looked up at Gideon. Gideon dropped to his knees beside the bed, eyes big and wet as he gazed up at him. One of his fangs was sunk into his bottom lip, and his hands were resting gently on his thighs. There was a look of pure and rapt devotion on his face, tinged with just a little bit of shame. He looked unsure, like he wasn't quite certain how or why he'd come to be kneeling by Kremy, but there he was all the same.
"Oh." Kremy said, softly, reverently. He just gazed at Gideon for a moment, hardly believing that this man was choosing to kneel like this in front of him when he'd just degraded him, called him a misbehaving mutt. But, Kremy supposed, that was the exact reason why he was.
He was seriously going to have to thank the Baron for putting this man in his life.
He slowly put down his cards on the nightstand and reached out with one hand, his movement cautious, like he might spook Gideon away if he moved too quickly. He pushed his fingers into Gideon's curls and ran them through Gideon's hair. The effect was instantaneous, Gideon shuffling in closer and pushing his head up into his hand, making a soft, pleased noise. Kremy smiled indulgently and ran his hands through Gideon's hair again, marvelling at the way the non-burning flames danced and sparked within it.
"There, now. This is whatcha want, huh? Want me to pet your hair an' scratch you behind the ears?" Kremy cooed at Gideon, gently scratching his scalp and around his pointed ears, rubbing at the tips of them with his fingers as he groaned softly. "Want me to tell you what a good boy you are for me? How you're such a big, strong boy, who does such a good job at keepin' me safe?"
Gideon's eyes had long closed in bliss, and he nodded, chasing Kremy's hands. His jaw was slack, and his hands were clutching at his thighs. His cheeks were flushed a deep, brilliant red, which only encouraged Kremy further. He let himself babble, filling the space with anything he could think of to say.
"Such a good boy, yes you are. So good at punchin' things, lookin' so big an' scary. You make sure no-one messes with me, don't you, beau?" The pet name had fallen from Kremy's mouth unbidden, too wrapped up in giving Gideon the exact kind of praise he was begging for. Still, he supposed that if he was really praising a dog he would tell him what a handsome boy he was, and Gideon was a very handsome boy. "Only I know what a sweet boy you are. I'm the only one who gets to see you like this, ain't I? 'Cause you're my dog."
Gideon whined loudly, and nodded, eyes snapping open as he gazed up at Kremy. Kremy could see unshed tears shining in his eyes, and it took his breath away at how completely open he was being. He moved one hand down to cup his face, rubbing a thumb across his beard. Gideon pushed his face into his hand, rubbing his cheek against his palm. Kremy smiled softly at him.
"K-Kremy, I-" Gideon started, now struggling to meet his eyes, flush travelling down his neck.
"Shhh." Kremy said, pressing a finger to his lips. The game may be changing, but the rules stayed the same. So what if Gideon was his dog as well as his man? No point in wasting time on a conversation when he could be adoring him. "Good dogs don't talk."
Gideon moaned like he'd been punched in the gut, hips bucking upwards. His hands twitched against his thighs, like he wanted to grab onto Kremy, but he stopped himself. If Kremy had any misgivings about what this was, about what Gideon wanted out of it, they swiftly fled.
"You wanna come up? Hm? You wanna get back on the bed?" Kremy asked, and Gideon nodded rapidly. Kremy smiled at him, and patted the bed next to him. "Alright. Since you been such a good boy, you can come up on the bed."
Gideon wasted no time in clambering up onto the bed, and was on him like a shot, nose pressing into the side of his neck, breathing in deeply, rubbing his face against him. He pressed open-mouthed kisses and licks against his neck, hands scrabbling at his chest as his tongue swiped over his scales. He pulled at his his shirt desperately, trying to bare more of Kremy to him.
"Ah-ah. No. Get offa me." Kremy commanded, just to see what would happen. Gideon whined, deep in his throat, but sat back immediately, panting, his hands resting gently on his thighs once more. Kremy had never imagined Gideon getting up to this kind of things with the women he disappeared with, but he appeared to have experience. "Hmm. So obedient. Good boy."
Gideon grinned at that, ears visibly perking up. He looked exhilarated, chest heaving, skin flushed, eyes shining happily. Kremy had only ever seen him this happy right after a particularly rousing fight. He felt smug about the fact that he could inspired the same emotion with just a little well-placed praise.
Kremy swiped a hand down his shirt. He hadn't been fully dressed, just in his shirt and slacks, other accoutrements scattered across the room. He was grateful for it, now, not wanting to pause what was happening to strip off. He observed Gideon, in his Henley and trousers just like usual. His cock was straining against the fabric of his trousers. Kremy wanted to see him naked, and he wanted it now.
A couple of snaps of his fingers sorted out both of their clothes, and then he was staring at the masterpiece that was naked Gideon Coal. Flushed red skin covered with a generous dusting of body hair that crackled with tiny flames. Thick muscles kept nice and cosy with the layer of fat that Kremy had put there, worked to keep there, fed Gideon day and night to maintain. His thick thighs were spread, and between them lay his cock. It jutted up proudly, the flushed red head shining gently in the lamplight. It was long, and thick, and the first time he'd seen it Kremy remembered thinking that if he ever thought any of his swagger was unearned, he definitely didn't think so now.
As he drank in the vision before him, Gideon appeared to be doing the same to him, eyes roving all over his frame. Kremy shifted to a slightly more flattering position, mirroring the way Gideon was sat back on his calves, his knees spread. His cock was free of his slit, and he watched as Gideon's gaze honed in on the space between his legs. He spread his legs a little further and pushed his hips up, giving Gideon a better look. Gideon moaned softly, and swiped his tongue along his lower lip.
"This," Kremy said as he trailed a hand down his torso, then down further, fingers framing his slit. "Is only for if you're a very, very good boy."
Not exactly true – he certainly had allowed Gideon to fuck him after some truly reprehensible behaviour in the past, but he supposed that could be a new rule, if they so chose.
Gideon collapsed onto his hands and knees, panting slightly as his gaze darted rapidly between where Kremy was showing himself off and his face. Kremy slowly closed his legs, and Gideon let out a pathetic little noise. It endeared and aroused Kremy in equal measure.
"Aw, puppy. Someone took away your toy, didn't they?" Kremy cooed at him condescendingly. "Come here, beau. You can still show me what a good boy you are, an' maybe you'll get to play with it."
Kremy beckoned him forwards. Gideon shuffled closer to him, and Kremy wrapped a hand around his cock, slowly sliding it up and down. It was wetter than he was expecting, his hand gliding smoothly up and down the flushed red skin, the way eased by the amount of precum Gideon had been leaking. He trailed his other hand lower, cupping his balls in his palm and gently squeezing them. Gideon huffed at that, hips jerking upwards. Hm. Another thing to keep in mind for later.
"Now, I want you to fuck my fist like how you'd fuck me." Kremy told him, sliding his hand up and down his shaft. Gideon keened. "You ready, cher?
Gideon nodded, eyes transfixed by Kremy's hand around his cock. He seemed unable to look away, tongue close to lolling out of his mouth.
"Go on, then." Kremy instructed him. The first push of Gideon's hips was shaky, nervous, but as he repeated the motion he got more confident. He leaned forwards, seemingly unsure of whether or not he was allowed to touch Kremy and instead settling for leaning very close to him, his head almost touching him but not quite. Kremy shifted, allowing him to press his face against his shoulder, and he felt the relieved sigh Gideon let out as he did so. He mouthed at his scales, gentle grunts and moans falling from his lips as he shifted his hips back and forth. His breath was coming in harsh pants, and his thrusts were getting more erratic. Kremy took this to mean that he was close.
"You wanna come like this?" Kremy purred at him. Gideon whimpered, hips bucking up, but he still shook his head. "Speak. Tell me what you want."
"Wanna- wanna fuck you, s-so bad. Please, Kremy." Gideon's voice cracked as he begged, hips still jerking upwards. Kremy was very impressed at his ability to follow orders. "Please."
"You think you been a good enough boy for that?" Kremy asked, as though his slit wasn't throbbing at the thought of Gideon fucking him at the same pace he was currently fucking his fist. Gideon let out a sob, and he just shrugged, clearly not knowing how to answer. "Mmm. Well, I think you have, an' my opinion's the only one that matters."
Kremy could not help crying out as Gideon pushed his cock into him. His slick helped ease the way, but Gideon was thick, and the stretch was almost painful. He gasped as Gideon just kept pushing into him, stretching and filling him completely. He clamped his jaw shut as Gideon bottomed out in him, hands gently petting his hips and tail. He frowned slightly. This was not what he'd been expecting from Gideon, especially not after the foreplay they'd just had.
Then Gideon slammed his hands down either side of Kremy's head, grabbed on tight to the pillows beneath them, and started to fuck him like he had something to prove. The force of his hips against Kremy's body made him jolt forwards a little, and soon the headboard was banging against the wall so hard that Kremy was a little concerned about the structural damage it might be causing. Gideon didn't seem to care, however, panting and grunting and seemingly unaware of anything else going on except for the slide of his cock in and out of Kremy's slit.
Kremy was well aware of the phrase be careful what you wish for, and a lesser man would think that this was his comeuppance for lusting after Gideon so enthusiastically. Kremy did not agree. He hoped his slit was sore and swollen the next day, he hoped he had bruises that wouldn't fade for a while. He wanted proof that this had happened, that it wasn't a dream. And, the more places Gideon had to kiss him better, the better.
He came at the thought of Gideon eating him out as enthusiastically as he'd licked at his neck while he admonished him for messing him up, slit spasming and squeezing around Gideon's cock. Gideon let out a deep groan, thrust forwards, one, two, three, more times, before coming deep inside him. Kremy could feel his balls twitching as they lay against his slit, and he felt some satisfaction that they were getting emptied into him. His cum was as hot as it always was, and yet it still made him cry out like it was the first time all the same.
Gideon eventually pulled out of him, and Kremy raised his hips slightly so he got a good look at what he'd done to him. The soft whimper let Kremy know it was appreciated, before he snapped his fingers and cleaned himself up. Gideon let out an affronted noise of protest, and Kremy flipped over onto his back to look at him.
"Oh, cher. Did you wanna clean me up?" Kremy asked, and Gideon nodded, pouting. It was far more adorable than the man had a right to be. "Next time you can, okay?"
Gideon seemed pleased at that, crawling up the bed and collapsing onto Kremy, his face pressed into his chest. He sighed happily. Kremy had noticed that he still hadn't spoken, and figured he needed a little time to ease out of things.
"Good boy, Gid." Kremy said softly as Gideon snuffled into his neck, petting gently down his back. "Good boy."
He held him, murmuring gentle praise to him until Gideon's breathing slowed down, at which point Gideon looked up at him and yawned loudly.
"Mm. S'was good. Real good." He said, voice a little scratchy. He smiled at Kremy shyly, which was sweet considering he'd been all but begging to eat his own cum out of him mere minutes before. "S'never felt like that before, even with…Everythin’. Thanks, Kremy."
"You're welcome, Gid." Kremy replied. "It was real good for me, too."
"Mmm. Good. Gonna go sleep now." Gideon mumbled softly, words slurring together. Kremy nodded, snapping his fingers and dressing in his pyjamas. Gideon hummed happily, bringing the covers up over the pair of them and moving in to wrap his arms around Kremy, wriggling so Kremy's tail was between his legs. He huffed, pressing a kiss to the small amount of scales that peeked up over the collar of Kremy's pyjamas. "Nanight, Kremy."
"Goodnight, Gid. Sleep well." Kremy sighed, relaxing into Gideon's grasp.
They should talk about this at some point, Kremy supposed, if they were going to do it like that again. Not tonight, though, not when Gideon was falling asleep and he was well on his way to joining him. No, tonight he was going to let himself be held, and tomorrow he'd see just how far Gideon was willing to take this new, exciting thing that had blossomed between them.