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“I’m just sayin’ Frosty. You don’t hav’ to if you don’t want to.” Gricko’s sing song voice chimed at his Tabaxi companion.
Frost rolled his eyes slightly, shifting his gaze to the goblin. “Gricko, we absolutely must return the Staff of Ingrim to Hustlefoots. Even if we, I, wanted to keep it, we wouldn’t receive the reward and would probably be hunted by a different gang of merry mercenaries.” Came the monotone retort from the felinefolk.
“Well…Maybe we could get away with the ‘staff of whatever.’ I mean the dudes like, 700 years old. I’m surprised he even knew he had a staff.” Gideon shrugged his broad shoulders, the thick chains dangling from his wrists clinking softly.
“Come on Gid, don’chya think we got ‘nough folks after our skin?” Kremy chimed in, tapping the tip of his cane as the party walked.
Conversation continued idly, wandering through an autumnal forest toward their destination. They still had some days travel until they reached the abode of one Hustlefoot the Wizard. Together, they had defeated a pissed off Owlbear who had somehow come into possesion of the wizards treasured item. Now, all they had to do was return it, and reap the rewards. Or, they could simply run off with it or sell it, the current conundrum.
Frost idly lifted one of his furred hands to scratch at his whiskers, quickly casting his gaze over toward Gideon. With a moment of hushed focus, he willed his voice to lace through the Fire Genasi’s head. “Tonight.” He snapped his gaze back to Gricko, trying to make sense of the wild arm movements and animated tangent he had slipped into.
A small smirk tugged at the corner of Gideon’s lips, swallowing back the grin that threatened to emerge from one simple word. Tonight. He could wait until tonight, hell, the sun was already starting to slink toward the horizon, bringing with it chillier and chillier winds. The hot blooded humanoid could feel his blood starting to heat up just at the thought of it.
By the time the group had reached the inn, night had fallen, taking the temparature with it. Kremy was not faring very well, the crocodillian lizardfolk was growing more and more sluggish by the minute and looking generally unwell. “I-uh, think we should get Krem next to a fire or something.” Gideon had Kremy’s arm draped around his shoulder, trying to use his own high body temperature as a iving heater.
“I agree, Kremy being cold-blooded does not fare well for the evening temperatures.” Frost agreed, flicking his long, tiger striped tail.
“Cold-blooded killer he is!” Gricko jeered cheerily, earning a chuckle from Gideon and a very concerned look from the innkeeper, whose entryway they were standing in. A moment of awkward silence passed before he spoke again, “Killer of vand-I mean gumbo that is! Kremy makes a mean ol’ pot o’ the stuff.” Frost drew an annoyed, fluffy hand down his reddish brown muzzle.
The innkeeper's concern faded with a roll of their eyes as they handed over the keys to their rooms. “Each room has two beds and a fireplace. Try to keep it quiet and breakfast is after dawn, or whenever I wake up. Enjoy your stay.”
With accommodation settled, the quartet became pairs, Kremy and Gideon to one room, Frost and Gricko to the other. This was their usual split, it just felt natural to room with the one they’d known longer. Before the door shut, Frost spoke in Gideon’s mind again, “Shed out back,” The tiger pelted Tabaxi subtly clawed at the robes under his fingers, he hated how he was anticipating this.
Gideon chuckled warmly to himself as he set a very groggy Kremy on the bed, quickly tending to the fireplace. He did his best to make Kremy comfortable, but his limbs were stiff and he didn’t know if forcing his outstretched arm to his side would break it. He shrugged, figuring if Kremy woke up a little sore, it’d probably be better than him freezing to death, or doing whatever the hell it was that crocodiles do when they get too cold. Besides, Gideon had a date.
It was simple to knock Gricko out and into sleep. The Goblin was susceptible to persuasion, and a very small amount of sleeping poppy in his dinner wine. Gricko had hardly made it under the blankets before he’d passed out, snoring so loudly that his large nose shuddered with sound. Frost was quite pleased with himself, taming Gricko to be quiet for an hour or two had become short work now. Unlike during months prior when he had to figure out an excuse for why he was leaving, or just waiting the eternity for Gricko to naturally tire. Frost took a deep breath, smoothed his robes and ensured the fire would be alright before slipping out of the room, trodding silently down the hall.
It felt like an eternity that Frost was waiting in the shed behind the inn, an oil lamp burning at just a gentle dim. He didn’t need a lot of light to see, the tiger influence took care of that easy enough. His tail flicked impatiently, sheathing and unsheathing the claws adorning his long fingers, shifting his weight from foot to foot. Frost could wait.
Suddenly there was a soft rap at the aged wooden door before it swung open and a tall figure entered. Heavy boots clacked against the uneven planks below, making the tiger’s rounded ears shiver in recognition.
“Well, well, well. Look who couldn’t manage to stay away.” Gideon all but purred the words in his gruff tone, a wide grin set his lips.
Frost frowned and crossed his arms over his chest, ignoring the way his heart inadvertently started to race. “How is Kremy?” He asked, he had been concerned about the reptilian with the cold. His own words billowed before him in the dim.
“Y’know darlin’, some folks would be upset at you for asking bout another man.” Gideon stepped closer, closing the distance between himself and the Tabaxi. His styled, thick brown beard seemed to illuminate and flicked with flame almost as if in response. “But, Kremy’s alright. He’ll be warmed up soon enough, just like we’ll be.” He laughed at his own dirty joke.
“No pet names, I’ve told you this before. This is strictly transactional.” His frown deepened, turning his back to Gideon and placing his hands on the edge of an old workbench, purposefully cleaned. Heat radiated against his back as his hood was pulled off his head, strong hands found their way next to his own, ensnaring Frost between them.
“Now come on Frost, you’ve been with me enough times to know I ain’t a cold lover.” Gideon purred the words into Frost’s exposed ear.
A full body shiver shook Frost at the words and he caught himself nearly moaning, the fur on the back of his neck rising. “Jus-Just get on with it Gideon.” He commanded weakly, wanting to push back into that warm chest.
As if answering his companions' silent plea, Gideon pressed against Frost’s back, heat radiating from his core. He snaked one arm around the other’s waist, grasping the silk sash holding his robes closed in callused hands. The genasi leaned his head down so they were cheek to cheek, “Come on Frosty, ya ain’t gotta be so cold with me. ‘Stead of being out here in the chill, we could be inside on a soft bed.” He coaxed smoothly. His free hand enveloped Frost’s, his red skin bright against the Tabaxi’s rust colored coat. The actions were not in vain as the frown drawing Frost’s lips slowly ebbed and the tension in his muscles started to release. Gideon’s thumb stroked his wrist, “Then, I could really make you purr.”
There was a sharp intake of breath as though the feline was imagining it, images flashing in his mind as his tail began to twitch, then lash against Gideon’s legs. Gideon pulled the silk sash free, allowing Frost’s emerald robes to swing open, leaving him only in his under-clothes. Soon the robe was removed as well, carefully set aside as not to sully the sentimental garment.
Frost tipped his head back slightly, trying to focus on the boards in front of him and not on the desire growing in his belly, at the tightness in his trousers. Gideon was an ever tempting man, a man Frost would never admit he craved. “We…I shouldn’t be doing this.” He breathed as the hand at his waist untucked his shirt and traveled up his soft furred belly, pressing and tracing the divets of his form underneath. Everywhere Gideon touched burned with aching need, his pelt stood on end while a sigh escaped his lips.
A kiss pressed against the side of his neck, “Come on darlin’, save the crisis for later. Enjoy yourself, I sure will.” Gideon trailed his hand lower, beneath the band of his companions trousers. He pulled the garment down to Frost’s knees, they weren’t to be fully undressed, it wasn’t that sort of meeting. Frost gasped under Gideon’s skilled hand, hips jumping involuntarily as the Genasi touched his swollen sheath. “Look at you, all pleased to see me.” He chuckled, gently rubbing and massaging the white furred sheath, revealing the barbed dick inside.
“Gideon please!” Frost hissed as he was exposed to the chilled air, gripping the wood beneath his fingers tighter. He was growing impatient and wanted this done with, he wanted his carnal desires satiated so he could continue with a clear mind. He cared for his companion deeply, but he did not want to love him, not when he could leave, or die, or any other manner of leaving Frost’s life.
Gideon, however, despite his appearances, was an affectionate and gentle lover. He wanted to shower and pamper his bedmates. “I’m gettin’ there, don’t you worry.” He punctuated his sentence with another kiss to the Tabaxi’s throat. Gideon traced his fingers up the length of Frost’s cock, exciting a soft, keening moan from the man. Precum leaked heavily from the pointed tip, slicking his fingers in a few short strokes. He carefully thumbed the small barbs around the head of Frost’s dick, they had the texture of a firm silicone, just subtly blunted at the tips. “This guy amazes me every time I see it. You ever fuck anyone with this Frosty?” He asked, not to subtly pressing his clothed hips against the other’s exposed rear.
Frost was nearly in a stupor, panting and swallowing back moans as he tried to jerk his hips up into the molten, stroking hand. His only thoughts were those of primal need. He could not respond, could not even send his words to their target. Gideon’s beard tickled his throat as he spoke, only the melody of his tone being conveyed. What was much clearer, however, was touch. He pressed his hips back into Gideon’s in response, leaning forward so his chest rested against the workbench. His tail arched and twitched slightly, an open invitation from a cat in heat. His white furred hand grasped frantically at Gideon’s, obstructing the stroking of his cock, “Please Gideon, it’s-it’s enough.” He pleaded, earning a soft tut from the Genasi.
“Alright darling.” He conceded, brushing slick fingers against the waiting bud.
“Already d-angh!” Frost’s words were swallowed by a moan as one thick finger slipped inside with ease. He had prepared, he always prepared when he wanted to be fucked.
Gideon’s free hand parted the fur along his spine. “Just checking, it’s been awhile.” Slowly a second finger accompanied the first, thrusting in slow succession, twisting and easing the bud open amid cries of pleasure from Frost. Satisfied that it was enough, he removed his fingers quickly, hooking them ever so slightly as he did. The action drew a loud moan from Frost, whose hips bucked in response.
Frost couldn’t see Gideon unbuttoning his pants, but he could hear the fabric rustle, the soft sigh of relief and smelled the subtle musk that was Gideon. He shifted his hips slightly before hands returned, spreading his ass before he felt it. Felt Gideon’s thick dick press against him, teasingly nudging against his prepared hole. Frost’s breath hitched, clenching his jaw as at last he was entered. Burning heat filled him as Gideon pushed on and on, seemingly into his very core. It had taken some attempts to be able to take the entirety of the Genasi’s thick cock, but his body was now accustom to its shape and welcomed it like a friend, A moan pulled its way from Frost’s throat, claws gripping the workbench beneath as Gideon seated himself fully.
Gideon groaned, watching with satisfaction as Frost swallowed inch after inch, stretching around his girth until he felt fur tickle his crotch, he could go no further. “Gods Frosty.” He groaned, twitching as the Tabaxi’s muscles contracted around him, feeling out the intruder. “Don’t push me out, now. Not after you invited me all pretty.” He almost growled, thrusting against the tight pressure. Frost moaned in response, closing his eyes as Gideon withdrew nearly completely before thrusting back in fully, hammering his prostate mercilessly.
The Genasi groaned in pleasure, sliding his hands up to grip Frost’s hips as he began a pace. Steady and strong he thrusted into his nighttime lover, coaxing all manner of lovely cries from his panting jaws. They continued on, Gideon shifting the angle of his hips in accordance to Frost’s mews, but Gideon could feel he was getting close. The heat in his belly was increasing, as was the speed and power of his thrusts. He grit his teeth slightly, pulling Frost’s hips toward him and pushing down slightly to bend his knees just a bit more and that was it, that was the angle.
Frost’s claws dug into the wood, leaving deep tracks as he was pulled, saliva dripped from his canines and onto the bench beneath him. His eyes snapped open as Gideon slammed against him, hitting that tender bundle of nerves head on, a sharp moan escaping his lips. “G-gid…clo-” he tried to warn before his stomach tightened and he spattered the floor with cum. Gideon didn’t stop, or slow however, he fucked him right through his orgasm, through the way he tried to clamp down on Gideon as he assaulted his prostate. Tears stung his eyes as the Genasi’s thrusts grew erratic, his breaths gasps. Gideon gripped Frost’s hips tighter, moaning as he gave one final thrust and buried himself deep within the Tabaxi, painting his insides with hot cum. It burned, of course it burned, but it was a blissful heat.
Gideon panted, holding himself firmly inside Frost as the last few pulses left him. He leaned down and kissed the back of Frost’s neck, “You’re so good baby. You okay?” He asked, taking one hand and rubbing the underside of his chin, gently stroking his throat. The action elicited an involuntary purr from the usually stoic tiger.
Thoughts swam slowly through Frost’s mind, a slow slog of thoughts and emotions. Gradually he recognized the words spoken and he nodded, he was okay, he was more than okay.
After a few moments to catch his breath, Gideon slowly withdrew, dripping small drops of white onto the ground. He took a moment to admire his handiwork, the slightly dripping aftermath of his fuck. An eyebrow quirked as Frost emitted what could only be called a whine at the sensation. The Genasi chuckled, assisting Frost in standing once more, albeit a little wobbly.
Much to Gideon’s surprise, Frost was half erect, licking his lips and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to hide any evidence of his enjoyment. Gideon now faced Frost, a mischievous grin crossing his lips. He dragged the pad of his forefinger along the underside of the tigers dick, catching one of those little barbs with his nail. “You ready for round 2 or something?”
Frost hissed at the touch, rising onto his tiptoes reflexively before gripping Gideon’s shackled arm, fully aware once more. “Fuck! Gideon!” He snapped, “I can’t help that.” He grumbled. His body acted on its own accord, and the feeling of Gideon removing himself was too much apparently. Frost did however, still feel desire in his core, he wanted that heat back. Both his mind and body were hungry for more. He eyed the Genasi intently, at the sheen of sweat along his forehead, the way his crimson skin glistened in the dim, the flexing of his muscles. He did want more, and so did Gideon by the look of it.
He nodded, accepting his fate of sore hips and potentially needing to be carried for the next day. “Alright, round 2.” He agreed, moving to turn around before Gideon stopped him, tutting.
“No can do Frosty. Just like this…well…” Gideon trailed off, crouching down to tug one of Frost’s pant legs off. Once his leg was free, he placed a kiss on his striped thigh and stood. In one swift motion, Gideon lifted Frost so his legs were around his middle. Instinctively, Frost wrapped his legs around Gideon’s middle, frantically clinging to his shoulders so he wouldn’t fall back. “Now, I’m gonna fuck you silly, just like this.” He grinned.
Frost however, was rather uncomfortable with this, he didn’t want to face Gideon, it was easier to pretend it wasn’t him if he wasn’t looking. “Gideon, I don’t lik-ohhh…” His voice trailed off into a moan as he was suddenly lowered onto Gideon’s cock. His grip on the Genasi tightened, this was a whole new series of sensations, of spots being touched and prodded. He sucked in a sharp breath, trying to look anywhere but Gideon’s face.
Gideon was quite pleased however, he liked watching Frost’s expression, especially watching him slowly fall apart by his own hands. He lifted his hips slightly before letting him slide back down to the hilt, could feel his limbs contract, his body arching slightly as if to try and drive him further. He repeated the slow thrust, taking his time to let Frost feel each and every ridge of his dick as it moved in and out of him, completely slick with his own cum. Gideon nosed his way under Frost’s chin, burying his face in the dense fur and kissing at the skin beneath, nipping gently.
Frost was helpless to it all, the agonizingly slow thrusts that made his toes curl in his slippers, the kisses and marks to his neck, to Gideon’s high body heat seeping into what felt like every fiber of his being as he got fired up. He moaned, keening at every thrust, trying to pull himself tighter against the other.
Gradually, Gideon increased speed, still taking care to roll his hips up into Frost with every thrust, bouncing the poor tiger in his lap. Gideon licked his lips, looking down at Frost’s lolling dick, cherry red and weeping precum, almost begging to be touched. He’d already come once tonight without any stimulation. Then he noticed the bulge rising and falling against Frost’s groin, his own dick surely. Frost’s head was tipped toward the ceiling, gripping onto Gideon as tightly as he could, afraid of falling and just in need of something to hold onto as he was being railed. Moans fell from his lips, vainly attempting to muffle the sweet chirps. His eyes flicked open as one of his hands was grabbed, carefully pried away from Gideon’s shoulder. “Wh-at are you d-oing?” He gasped, jolting slightly as his already sensitive prostate was rammed.
Frost’s answer was a pause in the thrusts, in Gideon’s panting breaths and groans. Gideon pressed Frost’s palm against his own belly, right over the tight bulge. “You feel that darling?” He asked gruffly, fire burning in his eyes. “That’s me babe.” As if to prove his point, he began to thrust again, a bit roughly due to the position. However as he moved, so did the mass, and Frost could feel it, both inside and out how he was being thoroughly penetrated. He swallowed hard, unable to look away from the movement and his own dick bouncing along with it. Gideon spoke again, his words heady and raw, “You see that Frosty? You see how well you take me?” He almost groaned as he thrusted harder, “You’re so good darlin’” He groaned against his throat, using both hands once again to hold Frost’s hips. The Tabaxi moaned with him, their pitch rising as he experimentally pressed against Gideon’s dick from the outside. A shrill cry escaped him at the sensation, digging his claws into the other’s shoulder, which seemed to only fire him up more.
Now steadily pounding his way into Frost, clouds of vapor began to emit from his firelike skin, the wet, sloppy sounds of their sex filling the small space. “Almost…almost there.” He breathed, kissing and biting at Frost’s throat while the heat in his groin continued to grow. One…two…three…he pulled completely out of Frost before thrusting one final time. Semen shot from him, filling the feline with what felt like molten liquid. He pressed himself as flush to Frost as he could, spreading the poor felines legs wide, trying in vain to lock him into place, to ensure that his seed would get where it needed.
Gideon panted heavily, watching through lidded eyes as Frost stroked his dick furiously, squirming against him and pressing on that firery mass inside. Small, thin streams of cum shot from him as he reached his own orgasm, “Gideon.” He all but whimpered, panting heavily, spent. As if in response to his name being uttered, Gideon leaned forward and kissed Frost, kissed the tired Tabaxi fevertly. In their dozen or so rendezvous’, kisses had been off the table. But now, the moment felt right and Frost was reciprocating, wrapping his arms around Gideon’s neck and letting himself be swept up in it, warm and full.
Frost broke the kiss first, blinking the orgasmic haze from his eyes, casting a sidelong glance at the oil lamp; it was nearly out of fuel and they wouldn’t have much time left.
“Frost, I-” Gideon began, only to be cut off.
“I think we should head back and get cleaned up. We don’t have much time.” Frost was back to normal Frost. Gone was the sultry night creature Gideon had grown fond of.
“Y-yeah. Yeah, let’s head back. Can you stand?” Gideon asked, reluctantly pulling free of his companion for the second time that night. Frost shuddered at the feeling, untangling his legs and getting them underneath himself, testing that they’d support him. Gideon was buckling his pants back up as Frost got himself situated. “I’ll help you clean up in the bath, I’m sure we could use it.” He offered.
“No funny business?” Frost asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow, knowing he couldn’t possibly take anymore physical love tonight.
“Scouts honor” Gideon saluted in response.
A short time later, the couple was submerged in a large, wooden soaking tub. Gideon stretched along the bottom while Frost draped himself against Gideon’s warm chest, comfortable and clean. The tiger’s eyes drooped lazily, a soft chuffing sound escaping his throat as he traced a long healed scar along Gideon’s chest. Seldom did he allow himself moments like these, moments were for lovers, not fuck buddies. Gideon couldn’t be his lover, he didn’t want to lose him and yet with each connection they made after the Witchlight Carnival, it was becoming harder and harder to draw that line. He yawned, trying his best not to fall asleep, he didn’t want to lose this moment just yet.
Gideon gently stroked his hip as they lay in silence, he could see Frost was growing tired, and it would be dawn before long. “Come on Frost, let’s get some shut eye.” He murmured against the top of his head, begrudgingly disrupting their serene world.
Eventually the duo split, retiring to their respective rooms and settling in for a small nap before the next day began.
When morning came, so with it came the pain and aching hips. He groaned, regretting his prior decisions vehemently. There would be no way in hell he would be able to walk anywhere today.
“Gricko! My fucking legs!”