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Thornwick, Past
Gideon was roaming the streets of the town Kremy had brought him too, looking for a decent bar to make trouble in. Whether that was of the fighting or fucking variety, he had yet to decide, but he had coin in his pocket and hot blood in his veins, and he was looking for something.
He almost missed the club at first, tucked down an alley as it was. He wouldn't have seen it if it weren't for the sign that hung outside it, artificially gleaming in the night. Inhibitions, it read.
Huh. Funny kind of name for a place, but one that put images of a more scandalous nature in Gideon's mind. Maybe it was the kind of place where girls took their clothes off, where for a little coin they'd take you into a private room. For a little more, maybe even suck you off.
It had been a little while since he got laid, too caught up in whatever Kremy had got them mixed up in this time. was always the same – Kremy running some scheme, the aim of which was to make him some money. Sometimes the schemes paid off, but more often than not they didn't. He was there to stand and looking intimidating, and to fuck people up if (or, more accurately when) things went south. He was good at that. Kremy told him so.
They'd been working together about a year now, and he was a decent boss, he supposed. A little tight with coin, a little sharp with words (especially when they were broke, which was often), but he'd kept the promise he'd made him when they'd first met and given him a job, a bed, and three square meals a day. Usually more than that, if he counted the food Kremy pushed into his hands whenever he started to look antsy. Gideon knew he was probably just looking to get a return on his investment by bulking him up, but he appreciated it all the same.
Still, he'd softened a little, in the time they were together. He was quicker to compliment Gideon, now, a little more trusting with the exact details of what he was planning. Sometimes he even told him stories about when he was younger. Nothing too detailed, but Gideon appreciated the show of trust. He was what his Pa had always called a porcupine – all prickly on the outside to keep people away, but with a soft underbelly once you got to know him.
Some nights, when they were drinking and smoking and just shooting the shit, Kremy would get a certain look about him, all hazy from rum and smoke. He'd look at Gideon, eyes all half-lidded, and it would make Gideon's heart thump and his dick twitch.
There was attraction there, certainly. He'd not met many men like Kremy in his life, but each one he had had seared himself quite irrevocably into his memory. The first had been when he was a young teenager, and some well-to-do fella had come knocking at the farm, trying to get his father to sell. He'd worn a crisp, pale blue suit with fine white hat, with not a single hair out of place when he'd doffed it in an apparent show of respect to his father. Nathaniel had not been impressed, and he'd said some choice words about him after he'd very gruffly told him he was not interested in selling, and to get the hell off his property before he set the dogs on him. They didn't have dogs, just one very cantankerous rooster, but the man wasn't to know that. As he'd listened to his father rant and rave about the man, calling him things he'd only ever heard directed at the weaker, weedier boys in his class, Gideon had thought about how good the man had looked in his suit, how his stomach had felt all funny when he'd smiled and winked at him and called him a fine young gentleman. He'd been unable to figure out at the time exactly what he was feeling about him – it was unlike the admiration he held for his father, the envy he had towards the other boys in his class at school that had hit their growth spurt while he hadn't yet – and it wasn't until a couple of years later that he worked it out properly.
He had a thing for charming men in finely-tailored outfits, especially if they were well-spoken. Kremy fit into that particular niche almost exactly. Made him wonder what Kremy's type was, whether he was into tall, broad rough-and-ready fellas who stuck their foot in their mouth as much as they shoved a fist in other guy's faces.
Unfortunately, he still didn't have the answer. Kremy had never pushed it any further, just looked at him with an appreciative glint in his eye while he let smoke curl out of his maw. If it had been anyone else but Kremy giving him that kind of look, Gideon would have had them bent over the nearest surface as soon as possible. But it wasn't anybody else, it was his boss. He couldn't just leave the next morning. Or, he could, but he didn't want to. They had a good thing going, and he didn't want to jeopardise the first thing that had felt safe in a good long while.
It had made Gideon have some dreams that were as thrilling as they were inconvenient, dreams about smoke and golden eyes and smooth, scaled hands, though. Dreams that had him furtively rinsing his underwear in their bathroom before Kremy could see them.
Dreams that he was hoping would go away if he just fucked someone. Anyone.
This club seemed like a pretty good prospect for that, so he stole down the alleyway and ducked into the door. There was a small entryway, with a purple-skinned tiefling with long, curling hair shaved on one side standing behind a small counter. They smiled as he came in, the piercings in their nose and eyebrow twinkling in the low light.
"Good evening. Welcome to Inhibitions, where we'll help you shed yours." Their voice was deep, melodic. Gideon liked it. Would love to hear what his name would sound like in that voice.
"This a sex club?" Gideon asked, probably a little too brusquely. The tiefling didn't seem to mind, laughing and tossing their hair back over one shoulder.
"In a manner of speaking. Some people come here to have sex, certainly. We have rooms, both private and public, for those wishing to use them. Not all, though. Some come to drink, to dance – whatever their heart desires."
"Huh. How much does it cost to get in?" Sex, drinking, dancing – they all sounded like things Gideon wanted to get up to. Maybe not in that order, but he wanted to do them all the same.
The tiefling named a price, which was almost as much as Gideon had in his pocket. He almost didn't hand it over, but he supposed he could always rough someone up inside, steal their gold instead. It wasn't like he'd ever be coming back to this place. Kremy never stayed in a place too long. He'd gotten used to getting roughly shaken awake with a demand to 'move your fuckin' ass, we gotta get outta here', without so much as a please or thank you.
If this was going to be their last night here, he may as well make it worth it. Or at least see some tits. Although, at this price, they better be the best damn tits he'd ever seen.
"Alright." He grumbled, handing over the gold. The tiefling smiled as they took his coin.
"Now, all that's left to do is read and sign this contract." They said smoothly, producing a contract out of thin air and sliding it over the counter to him. Gideon frowned down at it.
"You need me to sign somethin' just to get in?" He asked.
"The contract explains why." The tiefling shrugged. "I can return your coin, if you don't want to."
Gideon chewed on a hangnail as he scanned the document. It seemed to be in the kind of flowery language Kremy always used, and he could feel his eyes crossing as he tried to parse it. Something about enchantments and memory retention, he thought. A bit intense for a sex club, but he supposed there might be some real freaky shit in there. Freaky shit he wanted to get in on, stat. He flipped the contract over, found the line he was supposed to sign, and scrawled his name across it using the quill and ink the tiefling had provided. They took it, clicked, and the contract disappeared into the ether.
"That's everything settled, then. You may enter the main club through that door, there, although there are some other rooms you may want to peruse before you do so. We've got other clothes, if you'd like them." The tiefling's voice was calm, non-judgemental, but Gideon still bristled as her gaze flicked over his patched-up shirt and trousers. "Baths, too, if you would like to freshen up."
"You sayin' I'm dirty?" Gideon groused at her. He'd bathed, what, two days ago? He was pretty sure he didn't even have any blood on him.
"Of course not. I'm merely saying that there are facilities, should you want to avail yourself of them. The price of the night covers the use of them." The tiefling shrugged. "You seem like a man who wants to get the most out of things."
Gideon set his jaw. Kremy would definitely be taking advantage of every single freebie he got from this place, if he was here. He'd forked over a decent amount of coin, after all, so shouldn't he try and make it worth it? Plus, a bath would be kinda nice. He may as well try and get laid before he tried to rob anyone, and he knew that was generally easier to do if you didn't reek of stale sweat.
"Alright. I'll, uh, use the baths, I guess. An' borrow some clothes." He coughed, awkwardly. The tiefling gave him a cordial smile.
"Wonderful. Just one more thing – we don't allow weapons." Their gaze dropped to his manacles. "You'll have to remove them."
A cold sweat broke out across Gideon's neck. Go without his manacles? He could get them off, he knew he could – he'd had to remove them for several weeks while the skin underneath them healed, after he'd escaped the train. But going without them felt like being asked to peel his skin off.
"I won't use 'em, I swear." He said, thumb rubbing across one of them, biting his lip. The tiefling pursed their lips.
"Look. I can guarantee that whatever worries you're having about taking them off…They won't exist, once you're in there. We can give you some bracers, if you're after a specific look, we just can't allow you to have those in there."
Gideon blew out a breath, fiddling with his manacles again. He didn't say anything.
"This place is safe, I promise." They said soothingly, reaching out to touch the back of his hand. "You'd take them off to bathe, anyway, right?"
Gideon looked into their flaming purple eyes, and swallowed. He always was a sucker for someone looking up at him and using that tone.
"I- I guess." He mumbled.
"We'll keep them nice and safe for you. You'll get them back the moment you return here." They said, in the same gentle voice.
"I- alright." He sniffed. He could do this. He was good with just his fists, anyway, if it came down to it. Could headbutt people, too.
"Wonderful. I will give you a box to leave your things in, and I will show you to the bathing facilities." The tiefling crouched down behind the desk, then popped back up shortly afterwards, box in hand. "Follow me."
Gideon dutifully followed the tiefling, lazily watching their tail sway as they led him down a corridor. Maybe they'd be interested. Maybe they'd sneak in while he was having a bath, dip their hand into the water.
Gideon's visions of wrapping his hand around a tail and yanking on it while he drilled his cock into someone were interrupted by the tiefling halting and gesturing to a door.
"Just through here. Once you're done, exit through the door on the left, straight down the corridor, and then through the purple curtain. I hope you find everything to your liking. If not, there's a sending stone on the counter. You can use it to call for anything you might need." They bobbed their head at him.
"Thanks." Gideon nodded. "And if I wanted a li'l help in there…?"
The tiefling gave him a long, slow look that had Gideon flushing. It was the kind of look Kremy gave him sometimes, when he'd said something Kremy didn't agree with.
"Not a service I offer, I'm afraid." They said, coolly, handing him the box. "Enjoy your evening."
Well, it was worth a try, Gideon thought to himself as they swept back down the corridor. He pushed open the door, and was faced with the fanciest bathroom he'd ever seen. There was a bath already filled with steaming water that was probably big enough to fit him at least two times over. Three, if he wanted to get cosy with himself.
There were shelves filled with various bottles and jars, some of which he thought he recognised from the crap Kremy insisted on cluttering up the various rooms they stayed in with. He poked through the toiletries, raising his eyebrows at the sheer amount of things in here. There were even scissors and razors, should he want to cut his hair or shave. He scrubbed a hand over his beard and moustache. He probably could do with a tidy-up and a haircut, but he had no idea how to do that, and didn't want to enter this club with a lopsided cut. He was trying to get his dick sucked, after all.
He stripped down, swiftly taking off his manacles and placing them in the box, as well as his other clothes. He left his work boots out, wanting to keep them on. He was a little disconcerted with the fact they vanished, until a note appeared in the bottom of the box.
Don't worry, it read, your things are safe at the front desk with me. Simply place the clothes you've borrowed back in here at the end of your stay here, and I'll return them.
"Huh." Gideon said, to no-one in particular. Kind of weird that he'd have to wander around naked until he borrowed some clothes, but he supposed it was a sex club.
Gideon bathed, scrubbing himself thoroughly in an attempt to scrub away the no-bad-wrong of having bare wrists. He could barely stand to look at them, gnarled and scarred as they were. The skin underneath his manacles was several shades lighter than the other skin of his arms, too, making it look even stranger to not have anything covering them.
When he got out of the bath, drying himself with a towel that was big even for him, he noticed that the box was looking full once more. The tiefling had, apparently, taken the liberty of picking him out some clothes. A soft-looking shirt with a set of buttons that ran from the collar to the chest, a pair of dark trousers, a pair of burgundy leather bracers, and a set of suspenders to match them. He couldn't help but smile at that.
There was a charm, too, a silver unicorn on a long chain. He frowned at it, but looped it around his neck regardless. Maybe it was some kind of club rule, or something. Maybe it was unicorn night, and the tiefling just hadn't told him. That was a sex thing, right?
He pulled on the rest of the outfit, untucking the chain from his shirt, and looked in the full-length mirror helpfully propped up by the door. He was barely recognisable, compared to the scrawny, wild man that had escaped the train. The months of Kremy feeding him had filled him out nicely, got him good and big and strong. His hair was shinier, too, eyes bright, skin glowing. The clothes the tiefling had picked out for him were the good kind of tight, showing off the muscles not only in his arms, but in his thighs as well. He looked good, and he knew it, and so did everybody else.
Oh yeah, he was absolutely going to get laid tonight.
He ran a hand over his beard. It wasn't quite scruffy, yet, but it was getting there. He'd need it tidying up, soon. Not right now, though. He didn't really know how to do it himself, and he wasn't going to attempt it. People were willing to overlook something like a slightly overgrown beard now he looked like this, anyway.
Shaking his shoulders, trying to ignore how light his wrists felt, he pushed open the door. There was the corridor, as promised, and he strolled down it. The lights were turned low, and there was no-one else to be seen. Gideon felt a knot of trepidation in his stomach but carried on regardless. He'd come this far, after all. If he left now, the tiefling at the front would probably think he was a coward, and he wouldn't have even got to see one tit.
He entered through the purple velvet curtain, feeling an odd sort of sweeping sensation as he did so. As he entered the club on the other side he felt…Light. Unburdened, somehow. He looked down at his arms. Was there something he was supposed to be wearing? He turned his arms this way and that. He had bracers on, and they looked good. He got the feeling he usually wore something different, used them for fighting. For protecting…someone.
Shrugging, he looked around the room. It was a bar, and a fancy-looking one at that. A variety of people in a variety of different clothes were scattered around it, drinking and talking and laughing. It felt easy in here, the mood light. He approached the bar, nodding at the bartender as he did so.
"Good evening. What can I get for you?" The bartender – a tortoiseshell-patterned tabaxi with bright green eyes – asked.
"Evenin'. Y'all got whisky?" Gideon asked. He liked whisky, it reminded him of his father.
"Of course. One moment." The tabaxi turned away, grabbing a cut-crystal glass and pouring a generous measure of amber liquid into it. "Here you are."
He placed it on the bar in front of Gideon.
"How much do I owe ya?" Gideon asked, patting his pockets. He had a little coin on him, he thought.
"Nothing. It's included in the cover charge." The tabaxi shook his head. His tail flicked slightly.
"Huh. Well, thanks!" Gideon grinned at him. Free drinks were good. He knew that, too. He'd never been done wrong by a free drink.
He turned away and rested his elbows against the bar, letting his gaze scan around the room as he sipped his drink. His observation didn't get very far, struck instead by a lizardfolk leaning against the bar. He was wearing a purple suit with silver pinstripes that glittered in the low light, with a matching bowtie, waistcoat and even a top hat. His eyelids shimmered purple, and he had an adorable little moustache drawn on the end of his maw.
He didn't know why, he just knew he had to go and talk to him. He could have said it was because he was exactly his type, but it felt deeper than that. His movements were almost dream-like as he approached him, reaching out a hand to him that the lizardfolk regarded with a cool stare.
"Hey there. The name's-" Gideon tried to round out the syllables of his name, but all that comes out is muffled fuzz, like trying to speak underwater. He tried a second, and and third time, until the lizardfolk shook his head at him with an amused smile.
"Names don't work here, friend." The lizardfolk explained, taking his hand and shaking it lightly. The motion felt oddly familiar. "Didn't ya read the contract you signed before ya walked in here?"
"Uh…" Gideon winced. He could remember walking in here, remembered being given a contract, remembered skimming it and assuming it was the club trying to cover their ass if someone's games went a little too far. "Kinda."
"My, a man who doesn't read contracts before he signs them. Sounds like my kinda man." The lizardfolk said, looking him up and down. It was slow, and smooth, and blatant. There was no need to hide attraction in a place like this, and Gideon found he liked the idea of being this lizardfolk's kind of man.
"Oh yeah? What, you a lawyer or somethin'?" Gideon hazarded a guess. The lizardfolk grinned back, teeth glinting in the low light.
"Let's say that I am. What about you, hm?" He asked, finger circling the rim of his glass. Gideon tried to think about what it was he did for a living, but he found the more he chased for an answer, the more it evaded him. He knew it was to do with the metal bracers he usually wore, and that he fought people on behalf of someone else. He knew there was a word for that, but he couldn't quite put it together.
"I, uh…" He shook his head like a dog trying to get water out its ears. "Uh…I think I…"
"S'alright, sugar. The enchantment they got on this place is a little hard to reckon with, at first. Just give it time, an' things'll come to ya, when ya need 'em." The lizardfolk shrugged amicably. So, he'd been here before, enough times that the strange chasing-your-own-thoughts feeling wasn't jarring to him anymore.
"That my name, huh? Seein' as I can't give you my real one." Gideon joked, leaning on the bar next to him.
"Y'know what, sure. If you wanna, you can be Sugar." The lizardfolk smirked at him. "An' since I picked your name, you can pick mine."
"Alright." Gideon grinned at him. "I'm gonna call ya…Honey."
It was supposed to be a joke, a play on the fact that the lizardfolk's own name for him was sweet, but as Gideon looked into his eyes, he was reminded of dark honey in a jar, being hit by a ray of sunlight.
"Honey, huh?" He sounded a little unimpressed, but there was a hint of a smile about his maw.
"Yeah!" Gideon said, nodding. "'Cause of your eyes."
Honey fought to keep the smile off his face.
"Well. It's not the worst thing a man's called me." Honey sniffed.
"Oh yeah? What's that, then?" Gideon grinned at him.
"I don't think I've drunk enough to tell you." Honey said, voice teasing.
"We better getcha another drink, then." He leaned forwards to get the barman's attention, and the chain swung free. Honey caught it with a claw, letting out a gentle hum.
"I suppose ya don't know what this is for, then?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Gideon flushed.
"Uh…No." He shook his head.
"Word to the wise – the way this place works is that you won't be able to remember anythin' that goes on in the club outside of it. That means no names, no faces. But, seein' as some people end up likin' each other a whole hell of a lot, they've made it so you can remember talismans. This," he shook the chain for emphasis. "Is yours. This one's mine."
He pulled up his own chain, which had a small, flame-shaped pendant on it.
"Huh." Gideon wrinkled his nose. If he'd had the choice, he definitely wouldn't have picked a unicorn.
"What?" Honey asked, half-laughing at his facial expression. "Unicorn not manly enough for ya?"
"No, I just…I dunno. Never really gave much thought to 'em." He shrugged.
"Well, I love unicorns." Honey smiled at him, a hint of challenge in his voice, as though Gideon would try and argue with him about his preference for mythical creatures. "Now howsabout that drink, Sugar?"
Gideon turned back to the bar, and signalled for the bartender once more. Whiskey for him, rum for Honey. The spiced kind – something he'd had before, he was certain. Some had bought it for him, laughed at him as he coughed at the amount of spice in it.
As he ordered, he tried not to get distracted by Honey's hand sliding over the planes of his back as he ordered, but he couldn't help the pleasant shiver at his touch.
Drinks in hand, they migrated to a cosy corner, tucked away enough for a sense of privacy but not quite enough for them to actually be covered up if they wanted to get frisky. Though, going by the activities in the other alcoves, that didn't seem to be a problem for the other patrons. Gideon found he didn't mind the idea of it, being able to be seen while he fooled around with someone. Liked it a lot, in fact. Found himself thinking about it more, as Honey took his jacket off and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. He even took his bowtie off, unbuttoning the top three buttons of his shirt. The silver of scales Gideon could see had him hungry for more.
They talked, and Gideon was struck by how well the conversation flowed between them, even with the strange restrictions the club put on what they could say. As they spoke, they drifted closer and closer, until Honey was practically in his lap, body pressed right up against his.
"You reckon we've met before? Y'know, away from here." He asked, taking Honey's hand where it was placed next to his thigh and pressing it to his lips. That was what you did, when someone so pretty was getting so close to you. Honey looked charmed by it, eyes sparking and cheeks turning a darker shade of green.
"Oh, of course we have, cher. Don'tcha remember? It was in a dream." His pupils were wide, and his voice was breathless.
"A dream, huh? Sorry, darlin', you'll have to jog my memory." Gideon asked, pressing another kiss to the back of his hand, then his wrist, slowly working his way up his arm as Honey spoke.
"Y-yes. It was- we were- we were in a forest. You were a- hm. A prince." He sounded good, all flustered and blushing.
"An' you were a princess?" Gideon teased, inbetween kisses.
"'Course not. I was an evil magician who ensnared you an' forced you to do my bidding." Honey laughed, tucking a lock of hair behind Gideon's ear, thumb rubbing against the pointed tip. Goosebumps broke out across his skin. He continued pressing kisses against Honey's scales.
"Mmm. I don't reckon I'd mind that, much." He had reached Honey's shoulder. He dipped his fingers into his shirt, pulling it open and started to work his way across his collarbone, listening to the way his breath stuttered at each press of his lips against those shining scales. When he got to his neck, Honey let out a low moan. "What else did we get up to, in this dream of yours?"
"We – ah-" Honey continued, apparently struggling to find the words at the onslaught of kisses. "We…We danced?"
"Oh, I don't think you coulda been that evil, then." Gideon murmured to him, as he pressed kisses slowly up his neck.
"N-no?" Honey gripped onto his arm, claws digging in. Little pinpricks of pain because Gideon was making him feel so good, the best kind.
"No. Not if we danced together. Betcha were just misunderstood, darlin'." Gideon said firmly. He nipped at his neck, swiping his tongue over his scales. Honey moaned again.
"You would say that. I enchanted you, remember?" Honey said, weakly.
"Mmm. That you did." Gideon had reached his jaw now. "We kiss, in this dream of yours?"
"Oh, no. No, I'd always wake up just as our lips were about to touch." There was a smirk on Honey's voice, Gideon could hear it.
"Better make sure we ain't still dreamin' now, then." Gideon said, closing his eyes and pressing his mouth gently to Honey's. He was pretty sure he hadn't done this before – kissing a lizardfolk, not kissing in general (definitely not kissing in general) – but he was certain he'd work things out quickly.
Work things out, he did, and soon he had a lapful of lizardfolk and his tongue in Honey's mouth. Honey was grinding against him like he'd forgotten they were in front of other people, and Gideon was grabbing his ass like he knew they were in front of other people, and wanted to show off about it.
They broke apart, chests rising and falling, and Honey gazed down at him.
"They got rooms, here…" Honey said lowly, eyes flickering over Gideon's face.
"Yeah? I certainly feel like seein' 'em." Gideon replied.
Honey grabbed his hand and led him out of the bar, down a series of corridors to a long hallway with a number of doors in it. He stopped outside one – how he knew it was empty, Gideon could not tell – and opened the door, pulling Gideon through.
He got a glimpse of a large bed in a moodily-lit room before Honey was tugging him down on top of him, writhing frantically against him, pulling his suspenders off his shoulders.
"Kiss me, kiss me, please." He begged. Gideon didn't know why he was begging. Of course he was going to kiss him.
He kissed him slowly, deeply, hands mapping out the body beneath him. The flat plane of his chest, the gentle swell of his belly, the taper of his waist, the curve of his hips. He fit so perfectly in his hands. Honey clicked, and he was suddenly bare beneath him. So, Honey was magical in the literal and figurative sense.
Gideon didn't have much time to ponder this new development as Honey had grabbed one of Gideon's hands and pushed it between his legs. Gideon was surprised to find wetness there, but not so surprised he didn't know what to do. He stroked Honey gently until he was whimpering and pushing his hips up at him, then pushed a finger inside him. He moved it gently in and out of him while he whimpered. He'd definitely done this before, too.
"Sugar, please." He gasped. Honey was doing too much begging, Gideon thought. He'd give him anything he asked for, there was no need for it.
"What d'ya need, Honey? Just ask for it." He pressed a kiss to his neck. He liked kissing him here, liked the noises he made when he licked and bit him, too.
"Need you to fuck me. Now." Honey demanded, hands scrabbling at the sheets beneath him.
Gideon wasn't sure he was quite ready – he recalled a lot more prep before he fucked someone, usually – but he had promised him, so…
He pulled off his shirt, toed out of his boots and pulled his trousers and underwear down in one fell swoop. He crawled onto the bed, pushing Honey's thighs apart and looking down between them. A flushed pink cock with a bulbous head greeted him, as well as an equally flushed-looking slit, leaking wetness. Gideon longed to taste him, but Honey was already looking impatient, and he didn't want to disappoint him. He lined his cock up with Honey's slit, spreading that wetness all around. Honey let out a warning noise at the delay, and he notched his head against his hole properly, pushing into him slowly.
He may have fucked countless people, but as he pushed inside of Honey he was certain he'd never felt anything like this before.
"Fuckin' hells." He said through gritted teeth as he bottomed out in him. "Honey-"
"Yes, Sugar?" Honey had the gall to look smug. Then again, Gideon supposed he'd look pretty smug too, if some guy pushed inside him then started losing his mind about it.
"Feels- Gods, y' feel so fuckin' good." Gideon gasped, rocking his hips back and forth slowly, trying to get used to the rippling squeezing of Honey's body, of the slick wetness coating everything. "Guess we didn't get up to this in ya dreams, huh?"
"No, we didn't. Been wantin' for so long, just waitin' for ya…" Honey said, mock-mournfully. "That's why I need ya to fuck me, Sugar."
How was Gideon supposed to say no to a request like that?
He grabbed Honey's thighs and pushed them back towards his chest, pulling out of him almost completely then ramming his cock back into him. Honey let out a howl, head thrown back against the pillows. He repeated the motion, over and over and over, until Honey was a whimpering mess beneath him.
"Sugar…fuck, Gods, y'so- fuck!" Whatever Honey was going to say Gideon was was cut off by him switching things up and fucking him fast and deep. His breaths were coming just as hard and fast, hips slamming against Honey's as he bent him in half and drove his cock into him as deep as it would go.
Honey came around him, moaning loudly and gushing slick as ropes of pearly cum shot across his chest. He was messy, and Gideon liked that. He'd taken this gorgeous, put-together lizardfolk and messed him up good, fucked him so hard until his eyeliner ran down his face and he was covered in slick and cum.
Fuck, he was going to come.
Oh, fuck, he was going to come.
"Wait, wait, fuck, I gotta tell ya somethin'." Gideon panted.
"Now?" Honey asked, incredulously. Gideon did suppose it was a little strange to confess something, while you were balls-deep in a guy with your hands around his ankles, pressing him into a mattress.
"Yeah! It just came to me, y'know, like ya said it would." Gideon half-laughed. He paused his motions, just for the time being. "Look, this is gonna sound weird or whatever, but my cum kinda…Glows?"
"Glows?" Honey asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, glows. Always has. Was a bit of a surprise first time I…y'know…" Gideon shrugged.
"Jerked off?" Honey snorted.
"Well, yeah, I was lookin' for a better word." Gideon huffed. "Anyway. Just wanted to let ya know. Before I got any on or in ya."
"I see." Honey blinked at him. "Anythin' else ya gotta tell me?"
"Oh, uh, it's pretty hot. Temperature-wise." Gideon's mind had helpfully supplied him with that extra little titbit just as Honey had asked.
"Hm. Hot, glowin' cum. You're an interestin' kinda man, Sugar." Honey told him. "Now get back to it, I wanna see the firework show."
Gideon nodded, moving his hips once more. It only took a few more thrusts before he was right on the edge once more.
"Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna- where d'ya want me to-?" Gideon asked, desperately. He wanted to come inside Honey so badly, flood his tight, wet slit with it, but he knew he shouldn't do it with out asking.
"On me. I wanna see it." Honey demanded. Gideon's disappointment must have shown on his face, because Honey scoffed at him. "Can do it in me next time, but I gotta see what you're puttin' in me first."
Next time. Like they weren't strangers that had met in a club not a few hours ago, like they knew anything about each other beyond the small amount of information the enchantment allowed them to share.
Gideon pulled out of Honey with some effort. All it took was a couple of strokes of his fist and he was coming all over Honey's chest and belly, panting with effort. He gazed down at him, naked and gorgeous as he was, the molten glow of Gideon's cum shining across his scales. He wanted to remember this, wanted to hold onto this moment forever.
"Well, I'll be." Honey said, tone slightly disbelieving as he gazed down at his torso that was now painted in glowing cum. "It actually does glow."
"Warned ya." Gideon snorted. "Lemme clean ya up…"
He glanced around the room. Surely, this club had to have towels or something.
"S'alright, I got it." Honey waved his hand dismissively at Gideon, then snapped his fingers. Suddenly, they were both pristine.
"Y' didn't mention you had magic, before." Gideon said, though not in an accusatory manner, as he looked down at himself.
"Yeah, I…I guess I didn't know I had it before now." Honey frowned, then shook his head. "Well, Sugar, the night's still young. What else d'ya fancy gettin' up to?"
"Oh, there's only one answer to that, surely." Gideon teased, leaning down to press a kiss to Honey's face.
"Oh? And that would be?" Honey asked.
"We gotta dance, of course." Gideon grabbed his hand and pulled him up off the bed, pressing their chests together, one hand holding his, the other resting on his waist. "We got a lot of practise in those dreams of yours, should put it to good use."
"Yes. Yes, of course." Honey stood on his tiptoes, pressing his mouth against Gideon's. When he pulled away from him, his tilted his head to one side, a slightly sad smile on his face. "You can't be real. You're some figment of my imagination or somethin'."
"You got a pretty powerful imagination if ya can come up with 'glowing cum' on the fly." Gideon laughed. Honey shook his head, but he was laughing too.
"Suppose I must. Well, then Sugar, take me dancin'."
They got dressed again and moseyed through the club. It was labyrinthine in structure, and Gideon absent-mindedly wondered what the blueprints for a building such as this, heavily enchanted as it was, must look like. Eventually, after a few wrong turns – Gideon had apparently never seen someone put their whole fist into a goblin, but now he had – they found the dancefloor.
He and Honey danced together for song after song, blind to everything except the music and each other. The world could have been ending around them and Gideon would have only been able to see those golden eyes. With each passing moment, though, Gideon became painfully aware that at some point he was going to have to leave this place. They had to close a some point, after all.
The music had changed to something slower, more romantic, and Gideon swept Honey into his arms, swaying them both softly. He kissed his mouth, then worked his way down his maw, relishing the shiver that ran through Honey as he did so.
"When can I see you again?" Gideon murmured, lips pressed against his jaw.
"Y'know that's not how this place is supposed to work…It's supposed to just be one night, never see each other again." Honey said, their voice soft, sad.
"Never?!" Gideon couldn't fathom that. This couldn't just be one night. He had to see Honey again.
"Well...I mean…I guess that is what the talismans are for…So maybe we could see each other again..." Honey admitted, slowly.
"When? Tomorrow?" Gideon asked, eagerly. Honey laughed gently.
"I- yes. Tomorrow. We'll meet here tomorrow." He confirmed. Gideon laughed happily and scooped him up into his arms, spinning him around. Honey laughed too, and Gideon decided that it was the best sound he'd ever heard. He placed Honey back down on the ground gently, gazing into his eyes.
"Tomorrow." He grinned. "Wear somethin' red."
"Alright." Honey agreed. "Wear somethin' green."
Honey pressed one final kiss against Gideon's mouth, and then he was gone, spiriting himself away across the dancefloor so quickly Gideon wouldn't have believed he existed if it wasn't for the tingling of his mouth.
Tomorrow.
He could wait for tomorrow, even if it felt impossibly long.