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“Don’t start somethin’ you don’t intend to finish, Mr. Coal,” the Gator hummed, throwing a hand towel over his shoulder.
Gideon was Kremy’s best friend, they’d been practically inseparable for years now, nearly a decade if he were counting.
Their other friends were used to their antics by now, the soft touches they would give each other subconsciously, as if making sure the other was still there.
It was odd how two headstrong and charming men were so close, never competing, a practiced role they played with one another.
They just knew each other, adored each other, for they were best friends, nothing more and certainly nothing less.
“How do you know I don't intend on finishin’ it?” he asked in that gruff southern drawl that sent shivers up the Gator’s scutes.
“Too chicken,” A long toothy grin spread wide across his maw, splitting his cheeks in an eerie way.
They had tried going further before, both drunk off their asses and curious to all hells. Gideon had taken one look at him, drunk and naked, and decided it was much too awkward.
At least, that's how Kremy vaguely remembers that night going.
Either way, it didn't stop them from flirting for fun, and it certainly didn't stop the Alligator from thinking about it.
Even when they'd technically gotten married in the Feywild, they were still just good friends.
Kremy’s jealousy was always excused as caring for business, Gideon’s sleeping around was seen as normal, and hearts stayed unbroken with that continued mutual understanding.
“That was the old me, I’ve grown since then.” he smiled and patted his stomach with a flat palm.
As he finished plating the man’s dinner, he sushed him and put it on the kitchen island in front of one of the stools. They had the house to themselves for the night, which had made cooking much easier for the Gator.
Fewer restrictions, fewer mouths to feed. Kremy knew what his best friend liked, he could cook for that guy with his eyes closed.
“I’m trying a new recipe, lemme know if ya’ like it.” he hummed, ignoring what Gideon was saying.
“I always do, hot stuff,” The Genasi’s mustache curled into a smile at the ends
“Y’know, you’re quite bold when the others aren't around.” he hummed with a flick of his long tail, kicking his chair out for himself as he put his own plate down.
They sat side by side at the table, though Kremy was fully facing the man as he ate.
Between serving spoon-sized scoops of food being shoveled into his mouth, Gideon let out a chortle, swallowing down his bite before looking over with a smile.
Ever the messy eater, the embers in his beard were slightly doused with sauce, and grains of rice stuck to his face in random places.
“You think I want Gricko hearin’ me say 'I think you got the sex appeal of a dinner spoon'?” He raised an eyebrow before making a show of flipping his spoon over and running it along his tongue.
“Mhmm, and my scutes are solid gold, the moon is made of cheese, and the sky is swampy green.” Kremy scoffed, turning to his food and eating. He didn't even know what that meant, but he assumed since his best friend loved dinner that it had to be a good thing.
“I mean it Krem,” he shrugged it off like it didn't make his friend’s heart stop. He continued scraping the last bits of food into his mouth.
That damned mouth.
“Like I said, don't start something you can't see through.” Kremy reminded him with a light bump with his elbow.
Gideon stretched the muscles in his back out, a sight that made the Gator look away, and crossed his arms over his chest.
“You think I can't see it through?” His question was rhetorical and his smirk was smug.
The Alligatorfolk quickly ate his fill and slid his plate over to his totally platonic husband.
The flames in the Genasi’s hair burned brighter as he began to happily finish what was left for him.
Kremy watched in awe at how someone so handsome could be so vile when he ate, he wondered how he would feel if he were anyone else who had to see that.
Yet for him, he found it was incredibly endearing.
When he put the empty plate down, he began trying to lick the remnants off his face.
Wordlessly, Kremy used his clawed fingers to turn Gideon’s head and swiped away what he was reaching for from the crackling heat of his mustache.
“Hey, I wasn't done with that,” he huffed, crossing his arms back over his chest.
“Then finish it,” he pushed the point of his claw into the flesh of his top lip.
They both stared at it wordlessly for a moment. That spicy sauce, a reddish brown in contrast to his green finger.
It was more than just a sauce, it was a dare, it was a test, and Gideon wanted to make sure he passed.
A sturdy red hand grasped the delicate Alligator’s wrist as his tongue unfurled like a red carpet.
The star of the show, that damned sauce, Kremy’s sharply clawed finger. The Genasi would be lying if he said he'd never thought about this before.
His lips closed around the digit, eyes focused on his with a practiced ease.
Kremy knew Gideon was well trained in these scenarios, hell, the man was a whole new standard for sex appeal. Anyone who knew him saw that immediately.
Between them, Kremy always came out on top. Gideon enjoyed the guidance and Kremy was delicate with peculiar sensibilities, plus he was more than comfortable taking charge.
As the hot tongue curled itself around the finger, Kremy clamped his hand onto the man’s face.
“You really wanna try this again?” he asked softly, cocking his head to the side. If he had an eyebrow it would have been raised.
Gideon’s eyes, wide with lascivious desires, locked onto the Gatorfolk as he nodded slightly, making sure not to pierce his tongue.
“I have needs that I can't meet on my own, Mister Coal. Don't make me regret givin’ you a second chance.” he hummed, relishing in the feeling of Gideon swallowing down spit and dinner.
The sight of his friend’s mouth popping open sent another shiver down his spine. He pulled his hand away and gave him a quick and knowing nod.
Without being asked to, the Genasi immediately got up and started collecting dirty dishes, cleaning them at the sink.
He wasn't too fond of water in high quantities, him being a Fire Genasi and all, but he was preparing for this second try to take all night.
He didn't need Kremy bitching at him about unfinished chores and getting things done quickly.
The Gatorfolk sat on top of the kitchen island, crossing one leg over the other, and watched the man closely while wiping his finger on his handkerchief.
When he finished up, Kremy extended the towel on his shoulder for the man to dry his hands before touching him in any way.
Gideon took it without another thought, impatiently ridding himself of water then stripping the Alligator man down.
He knew how to unfasten those buttons quite well by now, he'd helped the Gatorfolk get ready for a bath or bed many times before. Usually, it was when he was too drunk to function on his own, but here the same rules applied.
The first thing to come off was the suit jacket, which was neatly folded off to the side. Then the vest came off, joining the other piece of pinstriped fabric.
When the bow tie was undone and the shirt was unbuttoned, Kremy redirected the large hands to the buttons on his pants.
Gideon couldn't find it in himself to make much more of a show of this, he was determined to make Kremy eat his words.
“Gid, I’m givin’ you one more chance to turn back,” he paused before they made any moves to pull the slacks off.
“Shut up and let me thank you for dinner,” the Genasi grumbled. He lifted his husband with one arm, and undid the final buttons over his tail before peeling his pants and undergarments off.
He was delicately placed back on the countertop and those large red hands began exploring the expanse of scutes.
A breath caught in Kremy’s throat when a thumb swiped across the entrance to his cunt.
“Take that shirt off, why don't ya?” he ordered in response.
The Genasi did as told, causing a bead of slick to pearl through his slit at just the sight.
The crackling embers at the end of each coily chest hair, like a forest fire spanning across his fat tits. He let his eyes drift down to the happy trail that led to his fabled “fat hog”. The one that he hoped would sift its way into him at some point tonight.
“Well, you gonna prove me wrong?” Kremy asked. “Gettin’ cold feet?”
A hand clamped on his jaws, effectively shutting him up in a way that made his mouth curl into a smile.
The Lizardfolk was very good at getting under people’s skin.
“Golly, Kremy! Do you always talk this much when someone says they're gonna fuck ya?” he scoffed before laying the man back and pressing his face against that slit.
A broad stroke of wetness painted over the soft scutes between his thighs.
The Gatorfolk purred at the feeling, his throat releasing a sound without him even having to think about it.
Two hot fingers pressed into his armored skin and spread the slit of his cloaca, revealing the soft pink flesh beneath.
“You know, for someone who was so bossy, you look real desperate right now,” his voice was smooth, and he happily watched more slick push out from the walls of his hole.
Clawed fingers swatted the hand off his maw. “Just ‘cause I need ya t’ fuck me senseless doesn't mean I can't still tell ya how I need it done.” the Gator growled firmly.
The ends of the fiery man’s mustache curled upward into a smirk before he pressed his lips against the open organ.
“Senseless?” the gruff twang asked in what sounded like mild surprise.
“Well, I’ve been makin’ you three square meals a day, plus snacks, for over a decade now, I think you're right, a proper thanks is in order.” Kremy lifted himself onto his elbows and got a better look at their situation.
“And bein’ yer bodyguard ain't enough?” he asked between short kisses against his hips, not wanting to irk the man too much and hurt his chances.
“That was ya’ job, it’s different. This is,” he started before a breath caught in his throat with an abrupt squeak.
The thick slab of muscle pushed into him, causing another low grumble. As it dragged out, his hole fluttered, desperate for its return.
“Thanks,” the fiery man mumbled with an extra kiss.
The Alligator’s maw tilted back as he looked to the ceiling.
“Gid, I need to know how far you’re plannin’ on goin’ with me.” he rasped out.
“As far as you’ll let me.” the Genasi shrugged, trailing his tongue out to the inner thighs.
“Then stop teasin’ and split me in half with your dick already,” he demanded, snapping his sights back onto the man between his legs.
The Genasi’s teeth squeezed down onto the scutes, drawing a little blood into his mouth. It didn't taste as metallic as the blood of other humanoids, probably on account of his being cold-blooded, but it felt so nice on his tongue.
“Be patient, darlin’. I gotta stretch you first.”
Kremy shivered out a small moan and threw one of his arms over his eyes.
Gideon chased the feeling and trailed his tongue over to the other thigh, clamping down on that side as well.
From the corner of his eye he saw clawed fingers reach for and press against his bundle of nerves, the inviting flutter of his husband’s folds following after.
“You impatient Alligator man.” he snickered, forcefully moving the hand and replacing its touch with his tongue.
Small whimpers escaped his maw, Kremy feeling immediately overwhelmed when he went to watch the show and met those syrup-coloured eyes.
Sturdy licks against his clit and then back inside his pussy, a dance that had the Gatorfolk debating if he was dead or alive, maybe this was a dream and he would wake up.
He rolled his hips onto the mustache, feeling pure ecstasy from every sensation.
Gideon was usually a messy eater, but he was so gentle and precise here, it almost didn't feel like Gideon at all.
“You look real pretty when you're down there,” the Alligator man sighed.
The flames in his hair burned brighter, a warmth bloomed in his cheeks, and Gideon was flustered.
“Fuck— You like when I call you pretty?” he asked his husband with a small gasp as he was practically being cooked from the inside.
He nodded lustfully, pulling away to give his jaw a break. He drew in thick gulps of air, catching up on breath that he hadn't focused on.
“Good, because you are. You're lovely, Gideon.” he sighed without thinking of his word choice.
His legs were grappled in the hold of big beefy arms, his groin was locked against the man’s face.
“Gid, honey, I need to feel you inside me,” he purred and leaned forward to run his fingers through the locks of hair between Gideon’s horns. The flames licked at his scutes but didn't burn hotter than a soft warmth.
He came up for air for a moment with a lustful haze in his eyes. “You sure?” he asked as if Kremy wasn't already frazzled and desperate.
When Gideon’s head fully lifted away, the Gator squeezed his legs shut and let his hips wriggle, using his thighs to stimulate himself.
“We have the house to ourselves, let's make the most of this.” he begged softly, using his magic with a snap of his fingers to finish undressing them.
“I’m warning you, my dick is pretty big.”
“I know it is, and I need it now!” he growled, fully sitting up, slick dripping onto the countertop he would definitely have to clean later.
The Genasi grunted and stood up straight, pushing the tip of his cock in between the bitten thighs.
“Come on, Gid. Prove me wrong.” His words came out in a sigh before he parted his knees and lifted his legs to show his pussy off. “Finish what you started,” he teased.
Gideon burned even brighter, shaking his head and leaning forward. Held up on one extended arm, he craned his neck and began nipping at Kremy’s collarbone.
“Let me prep you first, I don't wanna ruin our chances of doing this again,” he mumbled against the armored skin before a calloused hand slapped his cunt.
Kremy moaned at the abrupt pang, enjoying it much more than he would have thought. The fiery man snickered at his reaction.
“Fuck, do that again,” the Gator cried, wrapping his arms around the Genasi’s shoulders and squeezing his eyes shut.
Another hearty whack to caused an even louder moan. He was glad their only neighbours in this new house were the giant pumpkins planted on their land.
One thick finger was enough to send Kremy’s mind in a whir. He’d dreamed of this many times before, entangled in his husband’s limbs, consummating a marriage that was never supposed to happen.
If he were being honest though, he’d always imagined their first time together to be much crasser, but this worked.
His walls pulsated around the intruder, sending a wave of pleasure upon insertion and a desperate need for its return as it got dragged out. But this was just the appetizer, and he was feeling quite ravenous.
He did everything he could to loosen his grip, hoping Gideon would take the subtle hint of his need for more.
A second digit introduced itself to his insides where Gideon took it a bit further. The sound of wet consistent slapping, slow and painfully far in between, the feeling of fingertips pressing and curling into sensitive spots. He was overwhelmed with arousal.
“Fuck, Gid, I need you now,” he whined, moving his head out of the way to give the Genasi even more real estate on his neck. “If you don't dick me down I’ll make sure you regret it,” he half-threatened.
He felt a pain, both sharp and dull at once in his muscle. Another bite into the scutes on his shoulder, sending jolts of electricity through his nerves.
“So bossy,” he grumbled, lapping up the pinpricks of blood that surfaced and slipping his fingers out from between the matching thighs.
“Wouldn't have to be if you’d just listened the first time,” his voice wavered as he felt the emptiness that he desperately needed to be refilled.
“What's the fun in that?” His mustache curled into another voracious grin. He used his tongue to clean his fingers free of slick, enjoying the face Kremy made while watching.
“Now, Gideon, I ain't sayin’ 'please' more than once,” he warned with a dark confidence in his eyes that really got the Genasi going.
“But I like hearin’ you beg me for things.” the low gruff tone playfully whined.
As soon as the Alligatorfolk opened his jaws to snip something wise in response, he felt the warm slap of Gideon’s meat against his slit.
A shiver ran through his body and he immediately hid his face from those watchful eyes.
“Go on, darlin’, ask me nicely.” the fiery man hummed.
“Gid, please— I need you.” he sighed. One of his clawed hands rested slightly atop the bigger and warmer one, holding him upright while hooking his legs around the genasi’s waist.
When he looked back up, he saw his husband staring at his hole, not making an effort to move an inch.
Kremy was starting to worry he’d revealed too much, that this was going to be some sick joke for the Genasi to hold over his head. It wasn't his fault he was born this way, he thought his best friend of all people would understand.
Maybe he wasn't man enough? Not nearly woman enough either. Undesirable from every angle.
He wouldn't think that, surely not, Gideon wasn't so cruel, right? Not to Kremy, at least.
He closed his eyes and prepared for the worst, but eventually found himself surprised.
“Can I kiss you?” He heard softly in his ear, to which he was nodding before he could even process it.
When Gideon looked at his expectant husband, a salacious sparkle in those half-lidded silvery eyes, he couldn't help but stare. The real Kremy Lecroux—perfection.
He wasn't expecting the sudden aversion of the Lizardfolk’s gaze nor the lump of fear that he swallowed down.
“If you were gonna chicken out you should'a done that when I gave you an out,” He cleared his throat. The sound of claws clattering against the countertop as he tried to slip away immediately broke the Fire Genasi from his focus.
It wasn't often he saw Kremy like this, embarrassed about something, but every time he did the Gator ran.
Before he could get far, Gideon scooped his husband into his calloused palms, reeling him in closer until their bodies were flush against one another.
“Now hold on, who said I needed out?” he asked with a furrowed brow.
“This is a cruel game ya’ playin’, Mister Coal.” he probably would have wept if he were anyone else.
“I’m not playin’ any games, Krem. I just like lookin’ at ya like this knowing it's my doing,” he reassured him, pressing a kiss on the side of his maw between two sharp teeth.
His shoulders seemed to relax at that.
“Then take me, all you've done so far is talk,” the Gator purred with more calculated confidence. “Startin’ to wonder if you're paying these people off to maintain your reputation.”
“How dare you question my performance!” he gasped as if offended, reaching to his cock and slipping his tip in between the swollen folds that had been begging for it.
His cloaca was much better at begging, he assumed, since the moment they were in contact, Gideon couldn't help but try to explore deeper.
The tension that had been in Kremy’s shoulders seemingly travelled south, most of the work they'd done to stretch him had been reversed.
“Relax, Krem,” he lilted as he let his fingertips trail along the Gator’s back.
“Don't you think I’m tryin’? I wanna feel you.” he sighed a breath of relief, focusing on relaxing his muscles again.
When Gideon was finally able to ease himself into the Gatorfolk’s walls, Kremy practically melted into the marble with bliss.
The cock wasn't completely in, which was something Gideon had definitely learned to be careful of.
And even though he wasn't originally built for taking an entire Genasi, Kremy had made a sacrifice of sorts many years ago to fix such a dilemma.
Sure he didn't know Gideon back then, but oh was it convenient now.
As his dick slowly pulled out, Kremy whimpered, the feeling of it dragging on his flesh was something close to heavenly.
He decided this angle wasn't enough, and with flat palms against his plush chest, began pushing the man away. He hopped off of the island and kept pushing despite the confusion of the other man, only stopping once the counter prevented him from moving more. Gideon rested his head against the kitchen cabinets.
Then Kremy climbed the man like a tree and slipped the head of the wide cock back into his hole.
Hands quickly situated themselves to his body and stopped him from possibly doing accidental damage to himself.
“Shit you're hot,” Gideon mumbled, quickly adapting to this new position.
Hands gripped the backs of green thighs tightly, right underneath his tail, and his blunt fingertips squeezed into the bite marks left behind. Kremy was being held a few inches above the floor like a hat hanging on a coatrack.
The feeling of Gideon’s renowned fat hog carefully slipping into him was good, but the unnecessary caution with his length was hindering the pleasure Kremy knew he could be getting.
“Put it all in, I promise I can take it,” he said between sloppy kisses.
“Mm, it's more than it seems, darlin’, might hurt ya,” he grunted, gaze locked on him through thick eyelashes.
“So am I,” he purred, nuzzling his maw against the beard.
Gideon, easily convinced in such a carnal state, tested his husband’s words.
As he slowly went deeper and deeper, a rumble began to form within the pits of the Lizardfolk’s abdomen.
The anticipated end of his welcoming canal never came, and he was able to sheath his penis down to the hilt.
Gideon whimpered at the feeling of properly bottoming out for the first time in a while. “Aw shit, Krem, could you always do this?” he buried his nose into the side of the Alligator’s neck again.
“Pretty much,” he hummed with a deep breath. “Doesn't hurt either,” he promised with a lewd grin.
Once he knew this, it was like something in the Genasi’s head clicked.
He lifted the Gator off before slamming their hips together with force and greed, like a piece of meat on a skewer.
He started slow, as if making sure it was true, and quickly lost himself to pleasure, stuffing himself deep into Kremy’s guts each thrust.
“Finally!” the Gatorfolk dramatically sighed over the wet slapping sound of hips colliding. “Such a good boy, I'm so full,” the words rattled off his tongue like they had always belonged there, one of his hands cupping the man’s jaw.
Gideon whined and whimpered like a bitch in heat, penetrating his husband with a force he couldn't use with most humanoids.
Kremy continued to moan with every smack of their bodies connecting. He curled his tail to press against his husband’s balls and ran his claws over the skin on his shoulder blades.
The push and pull of his insides, the bulge of his head poking out from inside his stomach, the sounds of his husband enjoying every second they spent together.
A bellow called out from the pits of the Gatorfolk’s chest when he felt a slap on his ass.
“Fuck, don't stop!” he cried out, tears of bliss pricking his waterline. Another hearty smack had him reeling in even closer.
Kremy hit his orgasm much faster than anticipated, shouting sweet profanities toward the ceiling and cumming all over the hot cock inside of him. But this felt much too good to stop there, especially since he didn't know if this would be his only chance to do this.
The feeling of his muscles constricting around the thick cock gave the Gator man away. “Want me to stop, handsome?” Gideon asked with a kiss to his jaw.
“If you stop now I will kill you,” he warned with a shake of his head. He didn't need any further instruction to continue, each thrust upward fully burying his length in his hips.
The sounds grew juicier, the hole was slicker, and Gideon was slipping in and out with ease. If he were a mammal, they would have needed to stop for lube, but Kremy was perfect.
“Fuck Krem, if I knew,” he huffed desperately.
The Gator just kissed the Genasi to keep him wordless, gripping his cock in random intervals and rolling his hips in ways that distracted him.
By the time his husband was finally on the cusp of completion, Kremy was feeling himself reaching a second climax.
When Gideon tried to pull out, the Gator stopped him. “Let me feel how good you felt,” he pleaded.
“But what about-” he mewled, not wanting to say the wrong thing to his best friend.
“I don't have anythin’ in there, why d’ya think there's so much room?” he reassured the man.
Gideon flushed at the thought, being able to do this carelessly without the possibility of children. “Go on, finish what you started, cher.” he purred with a sway of his hips.
He started moving back toward the kitchen island, Kremy being laid on his back against the marble.
His cock began to slam into the smaller frame again, a moan in time for each jab escaping the man’s toothy maw.
It thankfully didn't take too long before streaks of semen began gushing into Kremy’s pussy.
The pure heat of this liquid searing his insides made Kremy gasp for air like a man who had been drowning. He followed suit, mixing their cum together.
A couple more short thrusts made burbles of their juices spill out from the confined space and down the sensitive side of his tail. Each movement helped ease them through the adrenaline high while their orgasms tapered off.
“Don’t move, stay right there,” Kremy pleaded softly, not ready to let go and much too sensitive to feel the sensation of him pulling out again. There was a shiver in the muscles of his thighs and his cloaca continued to pulsate.
“Okay, okay,” he mumbled into the other side of his neck.
A few heavy breaths later and the Gator felt the ability to speak return. “Fuck me, that was good!” he awkwardly laughed.
“I can't believe you never told me you could do that.”
“Not really something I can do, I just traded my parts for extra space and some gold.”
“So you walk around like that all the time?” he sounded almost pained at the idea.
“Since before I even met ya,” he confirmed with a lazy grin.
Kremy had told Gideon on their very first night that he wasn't like most men, and though the newly freed man didn't know what that meant, he eventually had an encounter with a trans woman who taught him more about it.
She’d assumed that with Kremy in his company, he was an ally, but in reality, he'd just been oblivious and didn't know such a thing could exist.
Learning about it didn't change his mind or anything, he still showed that lady a good time, and now his husband, but he had a better understanding of his best friend because of it.
“If you'd told me that before,” he rasped, clearly mourning the loss of what could have been.
They caught up on breath slowly, hands softly petting each other as a form of comfort, as if calming some sort of beast to be tamed.
Kremy was still pulling in gasps of air through his nose when he opened his mouth again. “By the Baron, you really know how to treat a Gator,” he sighed playfully as his gaze landed on their connection.
Gideon avoided following his husband’s line of sight, as if looking at it would set him on fire.
Kremy had a hand hanging on the Genasi’s shoulder, a sly smile settling on his face. He enjoyed looking at a flustered Gideon.
Usually, the man was big talk, bragging about his night with some girl he met nary an hour before, but here he was quiet. Brows tipped upward and looking to the sky unseen, like a man in the middle of a silent and sinful prayer.
They sat there for a moment, basking in the glory of what they'd done. Always the bestest of friends.
“Can I pull out now or do you still need some time?” the Genasi asked softly. “I’m afraid I’ll be hard again beggin’ for more if I stay any longer.”
“Alright just—go slow—I’m still a little sensitive.” he swallowed down his words.
When the rest of the Krew came home, they found the house in eerily pristine condition.
Not a speck of dust on any surface, almost like the muck of forgotten everyday air had been prestidigitationed away.
The couch had holes ripped into it, hidden lazily by a throw pillow. The coffee table had claw marks in it, as did a bookshelf, and a part of the hallway wallpaper.
As they looked around more, it was almost like their friends had an encounter with a wild beast or animal of some kind.
Scratches in the floorboards, tears in the curtains. The furniture was arranged poorly to hide everything.
“Kremy? Gideon?” Gricko called worriedly.
“Are you two alright?” Frost asked.
There was a concerning silence in the air that followed, leaving the group to move forward cautiously.
The closer they got to the stairs however, they heard more. A faint aggressive whispering coming from one of the bedrooms.
Eventually, after the shuffling of feet, Gideon emerged from a bedroom, hair tousled in all directions, mustache askew, dirty clothes in tatters.
“Oh, you guys are home,” his voice was gruff from sleep, or at least that's what they hoped it was from.
“Are you guys okay? We saw the struggle downstairs, and wanted to check on you.” Torbek looked at him confusedly.
“Struggle?” he thought for a moment. “Oh yeah, the struggle! We’re okay, it's uh, it was nothin’.” he cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head. “Was an animal in the house,” he said through a yawn.
There were heavy bags under his eyes painted with dark circles, his face moved as if he was barely awake. He definitely looked the part, whether or not he was responding with equivocal answers.
Gricko was already shrugging it off and ready to believe him when Frost began to sniff the air suspiciously, Torbek copying him out of curiosity.
“You smell like sex, are you sure it was a wild animal?” the Tabaxi asked with a raised brow, crossing his arms smugly.
Even after all this time, they always forgot he could read minds.
“Oh yeah, that animal was wild,” he bared his teeth in a sinister smile, clearly proud of himself.
Frost just looked at him quite deadpan for a moment before moving over to the Genasi’s bedroom, ignoring the way Gideon tried to warn him not to.
“Kremy, are you decent?” he asked with a soft rap against the door. A small moment of silence followed before they heard a response.
“No,”
Gricko and Torbek looked at each other before looking at Gideon, who was staring up at the ceiling and rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.
“Do you want me to try and mend the stuff downstairs?” he asked. Kremy was very particular with decorating, he'd spoken many times about getting new furniture or hating the look of the living room.
He wouldn't waste his time if they were going to replace it all.
There was some more silence, stretching a bit longer this time, but instead of an immediate response, the door opened a bit.
A very bashful Alligatorfolk poked his head through the small crack.
He was bent over, clearly leaning his weight on the doorknob, and couldn't make eye contact. He was in one of Gideon’s large shirts, using his free hand to hold hem of it down to cover himself.
“Could you uh, oh gods why is Hootsie here for this? Could you try and fix my bed first? I hate it in here, no offense, Gid.”
If an alligator could sweat, Frost was sure this one would be.
“I can certainly try,” he responded.
“Thank you kindly, I promise I’ll make whatever you want for dinner.” he offered.
Frost acknowledged and accepted the terms with a deep nod before making his way to Kremy’s room. Gricko took Hootsie to their room for a nap after a long night, and Torbek started walking back downstairs, muttering something about being hungry.
“Gid, you gotta go get my clothes before Torbek sees ‘em,” he whispered hurriedly.
“What do I get for it?” he asked curiously.
“I’ve been givin’ to ya all night,” he snarled, trying to get Gideon to sense the urgency.
“I thought that was me ‘thanking you’?”
“The first one yes, but the rest was my generosity,” he grumbled. “You're earnin’ a fast track to never again, you don't get down there right now.”
“You couldn't stay away if you tried,” he snickered, stealing a kiss before sprinting down the steps.
Kremy caught Gricko’s eyes from down the hall, who was watching with crossed arms and a smug grin.
“Shut up,” he snapped, closing the door behind him.