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Kremy woke up the same way he did every morning in his and Gid's wagon, wrapped up in their blankets, but something was off. He was on his back, except it felt good, his hips loose and relaxed. He was also holding someone noticeably smaller than usual. He could feel the morning wood straining in his pants. Morning wood? Wait, what?
Kremy opened his eyes to the sight of his own body in his arms and Gideon's hands where he thought his had been. Damn, the thick muscles of Gid's forearms looked good from this angle too! He took a moment to admire Gideon's shoulders. He'd love to take a good look at his stomach, but that would risk waking whoever was in his body now. Presumably Gideon.
He lifted one hand to his hair, picking at it. Pulling it. Twirling it. It felt so good, the sensation of each hair follicle almost tickling. His other hand strayed downwards. He was used to touching Gid’s cock, and in an odd way it was familiar, but he’d never gotten a taste of what it felt like for Gideon before. He gave himself a tentative stroke, and a moan almost left his lips. It was incredibly erotic to be both giving and receiving pleasure to the sexiest body he had ever seen. Fuck. No wonder Gid couldn’t keep his hands from himself.
He wondered if Gideon was as turned on by his own body as Kremy was. The sensation of looking at himself with raptured adoration instead of frustration and disappointment was a new kind of high all in itself.
He pulled the foreskin back and rubbed the tip with his thumb. It was more sensitive than he’d expected and he almost jumped, preferring for now to slide the skin back up and over it, massaging the head through it and fucking gently into his fist. The minute sounds of skin on skin reached his ears, something he wouldn’t have been able to perceive in his own body, and his lips parted in surprise. When he wrapped his own hands around Gid he always felt huge, almost insurmountable, but in Gideon’s large hands he was more proportionate. The rough heat and strong grip of his fingers felt nice, but he found himself craving a different sensation, something cooling, something like a balm. Something wet, and tight. It seemed though his mind had transferred, the body he inhabited carried memories, and the desire to spread scaled legs and press into the tightness of his own slit was quickly becoming almost unbearable. How did Gid live like this?
Beside him he saw his own arm move — wait no — Gideon’s arm? He had to hope that Gid was in his body after all.
He watched himself stir, slightly disconcerted, like he was looking into a mirror and watching his reflection move independently. All the same, his body responded, compelling him to gently stroke his knuckles along green scales. He had to slow the already leisurely strokes of his fist against his cock as he felt his skin drink in the smooth, cool texture. Holy hells.
Kremy’s eyes roamed the gator’s body until he reached his slit and saw it wet and parted, the tip of his own cock just beginning to poke out. It twitched as he watched, a little bead of precum dripping from the tip and falling back onto the already glistening folds. Of course Gid in his body had been having the same kind of wet dreams as he had in his own. He started to reach with his free hand to play with him, then paused. He really should… ask? Make sure it was actually Gid? Though the body belonged to him, it seemed like it might be rude to start exploring without permission from its current user.
In spite of everything, Kremy had never fucked another alligator folk before. Now was his chance to find out what this was like for Gideon.
“Uh, hey, Gid?” He ran a hand down Kremy’s — Gideon’s? No. He ran a hand down the subtle curve of the gator’s body, feeling the cool contrast with his hot skin. “Don’t freak out.”
“Huh?” Gideon groaned, his nictitating membrane flickering as he turned into the touch. Then his eyes snapped open. “What the fuck? What am I doin’ over there?”
“It’s me, Gid! I don’t know what happened, some Feywild shit I…”
“Kremy, man is that you? Holy —!”
“O’ course it’s me, who else? I said don’t freak out! I think we swapped bodies, alright?”
“I’m tryin’!” Gideon was looking all around and down at himself. Predictably his hand strayed to his slit almost immediately, he hissed in surprise as he met the cool wetness. “I’m fuckin’ colder than a waxed polar bear in an ice box, man! Whoever the fuck you are come here an’ warm me up!”
“I told you, it’s me.” Kremy put an arm over Gideon’s chest. “It’s alright, Gid. Look I don’t know if it’s your brain or your body that gets you so hot and bothered but, are you thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”
“How are you horny like this? Get over here, afore I freeze to death!” Gideon said, squirming closer, pressing his front against Kremy’s and trying in vain to pull his arms over top, but overestimating the strength of the body he was in and underestimating with heft of the one he’d just left, huffing plaintively with despair and frustration.
Kremy wasn’t doing a damn thing to help him either, because the motion of their skin meeting had brought a whole new sensation to the forefront of his mind. His dick was leaking, twitching in delight as the smaller man rubbed frantically against him.
“Gid," Kremy said, his growling masculine voice feeling much more intense as it poured from his own lips. "Gid... I have nipples." He brought his other hand to his plump chest and squeezed, flicking the stud through the centre and gasping as his body begged for more from him.
"Yeah, so?!" Gideon was shaking, tremors running down his scales, his sharp dainty claws scrabbling against Kremy's thick arms as he tried to pull the warm body on top of him like a weighted blanket.
Kremy huffed, but let go of the tit he was manhandling to start to organize Gideon into a more effective position for heating. "So! It's time for you to return many, many favours!"
"Once I'm warm again, Kremy. Dangit this sucks, man! Feels like I'm made of cold molasses"
"Well," Kremy purred into the scales next to Gideon's ear, as he rolled on top of him. "I know what’ll warm you up nicely..." He adjusted his body so he covered Gideon's shaking, pancaked form with his own, and started rutting his cock against the scales of his ass, slicking him with precum.
"Fuck that feels good," Gideon croaked, and Kremy purred out an agreement, trying to chirrup but instead emitting a growl. His hands explored his own body, somehow delighting in the things that often made him self-conscious. His pointy hip bones, his flat ass, his wide shoulders, arousal and desperation building as he grasped at the scales, pressed his mouth to Gideon’s neck, and inhaled deeply. He could smell the sweet, reptilian musk of his slit, and G ods , he wanted to shove himself inside that wet little gap.
As a genasi, everything was heightened, like a live wire. His body felt huge and heavy, yet fast and responsive, warm and ready to move at a moment’s notice. The crocodilian sounds from Gideon were a little different, the rumbles lower, the chirps no longer the top of his range. He could feel the slight roughness of the sheets against his smooth skin and made a mental note to buy something even higher threadcount. His vision had also improved, the dark corners of the room receding as though filled with red light. "Damn Gid," Kremy complained. "Do you always feel like this?"
"I..." Gideon grunted, "Will never complain about warmin' you up again, Kremy."
"Just wait till I cum inside you," Kremy whispered, "It is the best. Fuckin'. Thing." He ran his hand in a loose grasp along his thick tail, starting at the center where his large hand could feasibly wrap around, then all the way to the end. Then again, a little higher up this time, closer to his dripping slit, but still far enough to tease. Once more, he lingered just under the base, close enough that Gideon could feel the heat radiating from his hand, without the follow through of pressure or friction.
Gideon whined, clumsily trying to lift his tail, attempting to present himself for Kremy’s use. He lost control of it, thwacking Kremy on his new balls as it knocked into his thigh, not quite used to the new appendage.
“Get that thing under control, Gid!” Kremy squawked, body curling in protectively. They ached and throbbed, retreating in slightly. The pain was more severe but also more arousing than he’d expected. He cupped them and tried to rub the ache away, feeling them slide against each other inside their sac. Dammit to hell, even pain felt good in Gideon’s body.
“Shit, sorry man, this thing is heavy! If you stopped teasin’ me it might get easier,”
“Foreplay ain’t teasin’, I’m just enjoyin’ gettin’ you all worked up.”
“Please, Kremy, I’m dyin’ to feel you inside me… I… oh fuck!” Gideon exclaimed as a familiar wet noise met Kremy’s ears, his cock starting to spring out of Gideon. “Holy… holy fuck,” he whimpered, “Oh my god. Please touch me, darlin’, I… jus’... please.”
Gideon spread himself open, gracing Kremy with a rush of slick as the nascent genasi eagerly slipped a finger inside, teasing at his opening, feeling the cool, wet folds warming at his touch.
Gideon whined as Kremy worked gently, remembering the first time he had tried to shove something in himself. He hooked a finger around the shaft of his cock, easing it out a little, but not all the way, mindful that Gid wouldn’t know how to relax the muscles to stop it being painful. Gid’s mind had done a number on the gator’s body – Kremy didn’t exactly have any issues getting good and wet, but Gideon seemed to be in overdrive, his slit so full of slick that his cock slipped in Kremy’s hold, only the calluses of his inherited fingers maintaining any grip at all as he guided Gid to position it properly.
“Try to just relax your muscles down there a little, Gid, or it’ll make it hard to put things inside.” Gods, Kremy shuddered hearing those words in Gideon’s voice. What would it have been like to have Gid be his first? Ironically, he was going to have to ask Gideon that question later. “I want this to be as good for you as it is for me.”
He rubbed the rough pad of Gideon’s thumb against the firm tip of the gator’s cock, letting the callouses catch on the seam that ran the length of it.
"Oh fuck," Gid gasped. "I thought you were hard all the time, man, but this – it aches. I feel hard. I feel… I wanna be filled up by ya. I feel fuckin’... god I feel ready for you."
Kremy tsked, imitating Gideon at his most frustrating, the few times a year where his pace seemed to be slower than Kremy’s. “Oh honey,” he said, imitating Gid’s drawl with an ease born of a lifetime of body memory. “I know you think you’re ready, but I guarantee you’re gonna need a whole lot more prep than this to take a hog as fat as yers.”
He felt muscles clench in his – in Gideon’s cloaca, almost hard enough to fully eject both the gator’s cock and the genasi’s fingers, and he resisted it, forcing the base back from where it tried to block his entrance. “Ah – ow, oh, fuck, Kremy, please!” Gid’s whining sounded just as sweet in his voice.
Kremy felt a rush of warmth,all through his chest and his face and neck, and embers billowed off of him, lighting the room and leaving sooty marks on the bed linen. “I said relax, sweetheart. I know you like to rush things, but while I’m here I think we have a conversation about the value of takin’ things slow.”
“Or we can talk about it later,” Gideon tried to turn one of his own lines back on him, grinding down into his fingers, trying to rut his cock out into his hand.
Kremy chuckled, the gravel of the sound again surprising him, then — somewhat reluctantly — let go of his thick cock, and brought his hand to Gideon’s smaller one, guiding it towards his slit. “I think it might work better if you try it yourself,”
“Try what? C’mon man, don’t make me wait…” Gid looked at him reproachfully, except that he wasn’t used to controlling the unfamiliar muscles of Kremy’s relatively inflexible face. He was staring at him wide eyed, tail raking the covers in a series of shaky flicks as he tried to pull his hand back and grab the one cupping it instead. Without Kremy pushing back, his cock had slid all the way out, the base pushing his entrance open, straining as Gid tensed the muscles of his abdomen, hungry for contact.
Kremy already knew it was a hopeless fight. He was often in control in bed, but only because Gid usually allowed it. He kept a firm grip on Gid’s hand and lined his middle finger up with Kremy’s central one, pushing it against the bottom of the gator’s tightly spread entrance.
“Ah, shit, Kremy, what–?” Gid groaned, high pitched in discomfort as the finger rammed against him with nowhere to go. Kremy knew that sensation – the bruising against the base of his cock, the stinging burn against the bottom of his slit.
“It’s alright Gid, you jus’ need to concentrate on lettin’ go o’ those muscles, just a bit.”
“I– I can’t.” Gid’s eyes were bulging, his teeth glinting in the light of Kremy’s flame, his chest heaving much faster than it needed to, given the temperature. “It – ah it fuckin’ burns, what is this? I – I don’t wanna get soft! ”
“It won’t. Just let it slide back inside, just a little.” Kremy released Gid’s fingers and gently gripped the familiar cock, pressing the rough pad of Gid’s thumb over the cupped head and pushing, rotating gently. “There you go. It’s still hard, don’t worry. You can let it go all the way in if you need, it’ll come back.”
Gid panted, straining unintentionally to resist the push, until he finally worked out which part of his body he needed to relax with a sigh, and the gator’s cock slid back inside his slit.
“There you go, good boy Gid,” Kremy crooned in Gid’s own voice, making it sound as though the man was praising himself. “Now let’s start from the top and take this slow. Just think about how you push inside when you’re makin’ me feel good.”
Gideon swallowed, and nodded, starting to gently work a finger under the base of his cock. “Do-doesn’t normally feel so hard.”
“I’m better at relaxin’. This might help…” Kremy leaned in to mouth at the raised scales just under Gid’s jawline that made up his scent glands. He licked along them, then started kissing, nibbling gently, relishing in the sounds coming from Gid’s mouth in his voice, and the way his body reacted to them. Fuck, the noises were sexy. If he had known the pulse of arousal each one drew from Gideon’s body, the way his hard-on twitched and throbbed as their bodies pressed together, Kremy would not have been as shy about enjoying himself out loud when they had started out together.
He placed featherlight kisses along his green jaw, trying to imitate the way Gideon moved his plush lips when he did the same. Gid’s maw parted slightly as Kremy felt his arm start to work more regularly.
“Feel good?” Kremy whispered, and Gideon nodded. “Good,” he said, leaning down to kiss him, laughing slightly as Gideon tried to take the lead on kissing. “I think it’s better when you let this mouth handle it, cher.”
How was it that their tongues meeting felt just as electric this way? Though both of them were new to kissing like this, it didn’t seem to matter, the motion between them getting frantic. Kremy nicked his lip on a sharp tooth, and Gid growled at the slight tang of blood, starting to move his hips to ride his finger.
“Do… do I gotta take my finger out to get yer cock to come out again?” Gid asked. “I’m worried I won’ be able to get back inside…”
“It can just move past, there’s enough room,” Kremy encouraged, “Don’ forget I can take all o’ you inside me.”
Gideon swallowed but nodded, exhaling gently to keep himself relaxed. Kremy watched as the pointed head started to slide past Gid’s fingers, and Kremy almost couldn’t help himself, reaching between Gid’s thighs to coat his hand in the rush of slick that accompanied his movements.
He dragged five fingers along his soft green inner thigh, marveling at the give of the flesh there, the way his scales gleamed from his body's arousal, reflecting the light from outside as if he were a freshly glazed sculpture. “Beautiful,” he murmured, and Gideon laughed.
“That’s what I always say, an’ you never believe me!”
“Well…” and it was true. Where Kremy had often seen his discoloured scales from fights, traumas, or just cooking, the creases in his hide that age brought, through Gideon’s dark eyes he only found… something delicate and precious.
He rubbed the palm of his hand into the slick, coating it and bringing it over to his neglected member, hissing with pleasure as the lubrication let his skin slide against itself. “ Fuck, Gid. How are you not jerkin’ off every damn second of the day?”
“Cos it feels so much better to touch you darl’. Case in point, c’n you get those hot fuckin’ fingers in me, man?”
“I like it when you beg, Gid,”
“Just to be clear, I don’t like doin’ it,” Gideon blustered, his tail lashing back and forth. “This silver tongue of yours broken or somethin’?”
“Clearly the talent for lyin’ is in the mind, cher, I wouldn’t bother with it if I was you.”
Gid had always been patient, coaxing, careful with Kremy’s body, and Kremy was quickly realizing why. It was far too easy for him to flip the lizardfolk over onto hands and knees, any more enthusiasm could have sent Gideon flying off the bed. He wrenched his tail up and draped it over his head and down his back, and buried his face in his slit. As he licked and sucked at the sensitive folds, Gid’s tail started twitching aimlessly as Kremy started easing a finger in, pressing past the hisses of protest as he moved too quick for comfort.
The lashing of his tail built as Kremy devoured him, drool and slick running down his cheeks and neck, the odd experience of having a beard only becoming more bizarre as it soaked through. He found it didn’t bother him, not even with the knowledge that he would have to smell his own scent until his body’s occupier noticed and snapped his fingers to magic it away.
Then he sat up a little too quickly, his strength surprising him, and pulled Gideon easily back onto his lap, adjusting him so he was kneeling backwards, Kremy’s cock shoved between the smooth scales of his inner thighs.
Kremy braced his arms on the bed behind himself, manacles clinking slightly, and started to thrust, moving his cock back and forth over the base of Gid’s dick and the folds of his slit. He growled out a wordless sound of pure enjoyment, feeling the twitches and hearing the gasps from his partner as they moved.
“Gods, Kremy. Fuck, h-how are you makin’ it feel this good? Damn man,” Gideon babbled on and on, his claws gripping at Kremy’s bare thigh, and ripping into the flesh.
“Get my dildo over here, snap your fingers,”
Gideon made a noise that might have been a protest, but he did as he was told.
“Bring it here,” Kremy said into his neck, inhaling the smell of his scales and mouthing at his neck. “Lay back with me, honey.” He tried out the pet name, one Gideon normally only used for him. It came out from his mouth as sweet as the substance itself, and Gid laughed breathlessly.
“I think that’s my line,”
“Not today.” Kremy gripped the dildo – it felt tiny – and flicked the dial at the base. He moved Gideon further up his chest so he could spend some more time giving his scales the licking and kissing they deserved, before dragging the vibrating tip up the soft underbelly of his tail, enjoying the soft chirrups and aimless grinding of his hips as he teased him.
Gideon was almost squeaking with frustration, each little breath coming out harsh and choppy. Nodding his head in agreement when Kremy dragged the top close to his slit, then gripping with his claws as he moved away.
“Here Gid, this what you want? Nice and gentle.” Kremy started to work the tip of the toy into the slick that was running from Gideon like a tap. He gasped at the intrusion, but kept his breaths steady as Kremy pushed past the base. Kremy reached over to tug Gideon’s wet cock as he did so, rutting against the scute of his back.
“Not allowed to cum yet, Gid. I wanna swallow you down for it, alright?”
Gideon was grunting at the back of his throat, the sounds alerting Kremy that the end was closer than he expected.
“C’mon Gid. Control yourself.” Kremy withdrew his hand from Gid’s dribbling cock, struggling to turn town the vibrations on the slippery dial. “You feel warmed up and ready for me?”
Gideon thrashed and keened in agreement, spreading his legs enough that Kremy could ease in between them.
Kremy leaned forward again, wrapping his arm around the soft belly of the gator that he so often prodded in the mirror in disgust, instead reveling in the swell of it, the soft folds of his scales as their cocks slid against each other.
“Gods, I’m gonna pump you so full o’ cum, I’m — I mean, you’re gonna do that to me, oh shit, Kremy — it don’t feel like it’ll fit.”
“It’s alright, cher, it don’t hurt.” He kissed the scales of Gideon’s throat, rubbing the sides of his beard against the scent glands again, harder this time, pressing them open when it seemed Gid didn’t know how. He was a little surprised when the smell of his musk turned out just as strong to Gideon’s mammalian nose. In his own body, it carried information — about his sex, his size, whether he was ready to mate. In this body it sent a rush of some emotion through him that he couldn’t place, the scent itself equally unplaceable, just shy of floral.
Gideon let out a growl, experiencing the possessive thrill of scenting his lover for the first time, rubbing his neck against Kremy’s cheek until the musk clung to his beard and his temple was shiny with it. “Fuck, man, I don’t know what yer doin’ but it’s drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy!”
“Every gator in a mile radius is gonna know I’m yours.”
“Good, they can’t have ya. They can get their own fire genasis.” Gideon pressed his ass back against Kremy, clumsily moving his tail aside, desperate for relief.
“I wanna feel myself inside ya,” Kremy murmured, and Gideon whimpered. “Stretchin’ you to the brim. Y’know I never liked tiny little things before, but gods damn is it nice to throw you around like this.”
He laid back, his feet resting on the floor and flipped Gideon around, so he was on top, straddling Kremy’s hips, tail flopping against his thighs. “You know how I like to start, Gid. Go on.”
“Kremy, Kremy…” Gideon’s words petered out into aimless whines as he gripped the large red cock in his hand, exposing the head and rubbing it against the flood of slick that had begun to stream from him as he scented Kremy.
“That’s good, Gid. That’s real nice.” Kremy encouraged.
“Gonna… fuck I want ya…”
“Start with just the head, take a deep breath, and flex against it.” He gasped as Gideon pressed down on it, gripping him tightly to stop him from sliding away in all the slick. It pushed about a third of the way in before he felt Gid’s base blocking his access, the resistance fluttering slightly as he flexed, cock bobbing rhythmically. He resisted taking advantage of the short moments when the muscles were relaxed to push inside, knowing it would bruise the sensitive walls. Even though his balls still ached pleasantly, he knew it wouldn’t feel like pleasure in his body. “Good boy Gid. Now when you’re flexin’, you feel those times in between when it’s nice an’ relaxed? Try an’ stop yourself at that point, when ya cock’s down a little bit. This right. Oh fuck !”
Kremy’s voice trailed into a surprised squeak as Gid figured out what he was trying to tell him and sank down, engulfing the genasi’s glans in the cool clutch of his slick, quivering walls.
Kremy had to lift his feet off the floor entirely to stop himself from grabbing the gator’s hips and fucking the living daylights out of him. If he’d had a tail for leverage, he’d have done it anyway.
His jaw snapped shut, a weak clack of teeth biting off a moan.
“Fuck, it’s so hot, I mean, physically, also uh, oh gods!” Gid ground himself onto Kremy’s erection, slick gushing out of him, displaced from his overflowing hole.
“Uhhuh.” Kremy could understand why Gid was sometimes almost insensible during sex. It was all he could do to claw the sheets beneath him, trying with all his might to stop himself from surging up into Gid’s tight, wet grip.
Gid sank down further, until Kremy could feel the head of his cock pressing against the muscular entrance to his inner chamber. It too was fluttering, though Gid stopped when he felt the pressure.
“It — fuck, Gid, it goes deeper, if you can — ah!”
“I know. You have no idea how fuckin’ hard it is to get all the way inside your slit an’ not fuckin’ cum before I can go deeper. We gotta stop a sec or you’re gonna cum, an’ my body can’t just keep ploughin’ forwards like yours can.”
Kremy felt dizzy, and he didn’t know how he was going to force himself to wait. He considered distracting himself with pain, but he didn’t trust it to be a distraction in the genasi’s body. Being still felt unbearable; his whole body knew he was just a few gentle movements away from ecstasy. “Please?”
“Nope. I want you to feel all of it. An’ I want your cum in me deep, where you like it.”
Those words were almost too much for Kremy, muscles in his new abdomen pulsating at his memory of what it felt like to have hot cum rushing into his own body. “How do — how do I stop myself from — Gid!”
Gid shifted and his teeth closed around the soft fat and muscle of Kremy’s left tit, squeezing it until he yelped in pain. The pain was exciting, but it distracted him from his cock for a moment.
He felt Gid scraping hot sweat from his chest with his teeth, biting hard enough to leave little welts as he went, his cool tongue lapping a thick stripe over Kremy’s pierced nipple.
Gid sat back up and sank down Kremy’s shaft again, and this time he seated himself all the way to the hilt, whimpering at the stretch and burn of taking such a fat head into his next chamber.
“Kremy, fuck, it’s so big, so hot,” Gideon rolled his hips and Kremy allowed himself to grab them, helping Gid lift himself up and easing him back down. He slipped one back to hold Gid up by the base of his tail instead, and the lizardfolk chiruped so desperately it was almost a sound of distress.
“Easy, baby,” Kremy crooned, sliding in another couple of centimeters, and flexing his abdomen to make his cock jump inside. He had himself under control again, flexing his toes and gritting his teeth to stay off the edge. He gave a gentle thrust, pulling Gid off of himself by the tail and letting the gator’s weight impale him.
“Oh fuck.” Gideon scrabbled at Kremy’s chest, heedless of the way sharp claws bit into his soft skin. “Somethin’ about that just makes me feel like I need to get fucked all over again.”
Kremy hissed with the pain as Gideon crisscrossed his arms and chest with scratches, but the sting rushed through him, not so different from pleasure after all. “Oh sweetheart you’re gonna get it don’t worry!”
He grabbed Gid by the waist and rolled them both over, until Gid was on his back and Kremy kneeling between his legs. He reached instinctively for Gid’s manacles and realised he was wearing them himself. He took the gator’s wrists instead, pinning them out to the side as he thrust into him.
“This good?” he asked. He liked holding Gid down, but usually it was at Gideon’s pleasure. Now he could feel him writhing beneath him, totally at his mercy, unable to so much as twist his wrists if Kremy didn’t let him.
Gideon gave an experimental tug of his arms, discovering this for himself and whimpered.
“I’ll be gentle,” Kremy teased, and Gideon groaned in response.
“Normally I’d tell ya not to but… holy fuck you’re…” he looked down, and Kremy’s eyes followed his gaze to the creamy scales of his belly, where a telltale bulge was moving in time with Kremy’s movements.
Kremy closed his eyes, slowing to a stop as he collected himself again. Then, he started back up. The contrast of the soft, equal pressure, the tightening of Gideon’s internal walls around his throbbing cock was striking, giving a sensation of suction, of gripping onto his head, all his effort towards keeping it deep inside. As he moved to gently fuck him, the ache of arousal was dulled, replaced by the build towards climax.
Being Gideon – or in Gideon’s body – was like being on fire. Every nerve alive and wired, sensations so visceral they almost hurt to experience. Arousal was like that too, a need edging on something essential to survival. But inside, where wetness and pressure coated every part of his cock, being enveloped was like having a soothing balm melting over a burn. Full body relief. How each time he pressed inside the absolute softness of him was astounding and surprising.
Then there was his body. How he rose like the tide to meet the palm of Kremy’s hand as he caressed him, endlessly amazed at the sensation of his own scales through hands that had worshipped them for years.
They belonged here, to each other, to the moment. They fit together, moved together, when their eyes met the intensity of the emotion doubled, then tripled, until all Kremy could do was say broken words that had no way of expressing how he felt.
He sped up, biting his lip as he started to press their bodies together, thrusting, the sound of their flesh smacking together driving the desperation. This was the only thing that mattered, that would ever matter.
He came before he was ready for it to end, but he was powerless as the muscles inside Gideon milked him past the point of reason. He convulsed, his balls constricting, feeling flips in his belly that he had never experienced as a gatorfolk. Then release, sweet release as he emptied himself as deep inside his partner as anything had ever been. The sounds of Gideon’s moans and bellows as his trapped cock started to shoot cum between their chests. Damnit, Kremy had wanted to eat his cum from the source, lap it from his cupped head and drink it down but it was too late now.
His whole body shook as he pulled out, alive with the knowledge that he could die happy at this moment, and again as Gideon crawled into his arms. The cool weight of him felt like stepping out from scorching summer heat and dipping into shaded water.
He lapped at the gator’s throat, at the cool, soft scales where neck met chest, the neutral taste of his skin salty with sweat from the genasi’s body, lazy open-mouthed kisses against a collarbone that was usually his.
The heady rush of mammalian hormones coursed through him as his rapid breathing slowed to Gideon’s usual, comparatively fast pace, making his chest ache and his eyes sting as he pulled Gid closer, tucking his face in the crook of his neck. He swiped some of the cum off of Gid’s belly and tasted it, salty and bitter with a faint aftertaste of that musk.
Gideon's voice brought him back to reality. “You doin’ okay, Kremy?”
“D’you always feel like such a sap after?” Kremy sighed.
Gid’s gator body fit so nicely up against his overheated one. He pulled him as close as he could, letting him soak up as much of the excess heat as possible. All the angles that seemed wrong from his own perspective seemed just right from here, when he was lying on the bed with this man in his arms.
“Only with you.” Gid pressed the tip of his snout into Kremy’s cheek, huffing against the tickle of his beard, and Kremy found he didn’t mind that the gatorfolk had no lips to kiss him with.
“Good,” Kremy said. “Keep it that way.”