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It had been a good few days since their eventful and disastrous visit to the Witchlight carnival, and many things swirled around Frost's mind in a desperate attempt to distract him from the task at hand. As varied and ridiculous those tasks were. In just a few short days they'd traumatised untold numbers of people, fought Torbek who wasn't Torbek, reawakened a long dead clown demon thing multiple times, put on bloodsport, an opera and a cooking competition all at once- It was a lot.

Often, that made it difficult for him to try to redirect the group onto anything to do with the bigger picture, which he himself was still attempting to piece together. But underneath all that, hidden away inside the many, many events during their time at the Witchlight Carnival that had somehow only lasted a few hours, one thing bugged him. As small and irrelevant as it was, it was the pea under his many, many mattresses, and Frost a delicate princess. From a certain point of view.

Just before they'd entered the pixie kingdom and became engulfed in a whirlwind of pixie romance, he and Gideon had a moment of 'romance', so to speak. Yes, he'd thought Gideon was a nine foot tall green troll, and that was extremely attractive to him at that moment. And yes, Gideon thought he was a beautiful woman, so the act was under false pretences, in a way. But that wasn't what really bothered him.

He had very much enjoyed himself. It was largely due to the fact that thanks to some kind of fey magic, he'd already been stretched and lubed up without any perceivable reason, thank the gods. Gideon might not be a troll, but everyone was extremely aware of how huge his dick was, and Frost even more so once it had rearranged his guts. Not the biggest he'd ever taken, but close.

What lingered in his mind was how Gideon had responded, once they regained clarity. Frost had done his best to reassure him, comfort him. It wasn't their fault, it was the magic that continuously filtered into their brains, but it was to no avail. He'd seemed genuinely disturbed and upset by the whole ordeal, freaking out when Frost had attempted to communicate telepathically, as if Frost would somehow see something shameful or remind Gideon of what he'd just done.

That upset him.

Not because it was with himself, really. He wasn't offended. But he cared about Gideon, now even more so than back then, after all they'd been through together. He was more than a little concerned that not only had Gideon disliked the experience, but that it may have been his first with a man, and the fey took that from him.

He hadn't really been sure how to approach it, or if he even should. But it felt like his responsibility to at least check on him, as gently as Frost was capable of. He waited until they had a moment to breathe, taking a stop in the Inn to recollect themselves, and approached his friend.

"Gideon, I need to speak with you. Alone, if you will. Just for a few minutes."

Each day has become one thing after another, blurring and slowly becoming one huge passive of time. At least that was the case for him, especially since he and his friends hadn't had an adequate amount of sleep compared to the hardships they've been facing - not to mention these curses were becoming less humourous and more gruelling each time they were afflicted.

Gideon wasn't a complex man, or at least he didn't like to think so. He loved a good smoke, a good drink, and especially good sex. However his most recent decent sexual experience had been one the fire genasi kept his mouth shut about and shoved to the back of his mind. It was another one of those fucking curses. Look, Frost had been exceptionally hot as a human woman with impressive knockers, he couldn't be blamed for being into that.

She'd looked at him with those big, cat-like eyes and coy smile and then they’d-

No, no, into the box that laid locked in the back of his mind.

The second they’d regained clarity in their minds, that's all Gideon could do. Try and shove that intimate yet extremely public moment away but they always crawled back into his head. He could barely even look at the Tabaxi without feeling a mix of emotions exhausting his flame; guilt, attraction, a slight bit of hesitation muddled with the confusion.

It wasn't like he hadn't been with another man before, but that had been just once and it was a short, uneventful night compared to what he was used to. Yet this was something completely different, the absolute opposite of uneventful. It was passionate, lust-driven, and he still recalled the way Frost cried out, claws digging into his back, pushing him further-

Gideon couldn't deny the heat pulsed pulsed his veins when he did think about it. There was no curse forcing them to do such a thing, they'd simply found each other attractive and it immediately resulted in fucking against a wall at a children's carnival in broad daylight.

Despite the fact that he hadn't been looking at the real Frost when they did that, he still felt that same rush of heat in his belly whenever the Tabaxi caught his eyes. He always looked away. Je couldn't even look him in the eye when they'd speak. The second Frost looked up at him, all he could think about was how soft his fur had been, how desperate his moans, how tight- Gods, absolutely not.

Gideon had been caught up in his own thoughts, trying to mentally catch up from their recent adventures when Frost approached him, and hesitation filled him as he once again kept his gaze to Frost's ears.

"Uh- Now?" His eyes flicked around the room for Kremy in hopes he'd get him out of this, however he was off doing his own thing. He had no saviour. Gideon nodded, reluctantly agreeing. "Yeah, yeah…alright."

Frost nodded and led the way into a side room and did not hold the door open for him, sitting himself in one of the armchairs that had appeared there. This place always knew what you needed, and he was grateful for that.

Gideon pushed the door open when it nearly fell back to close in his face, following Frost with dread heavy upon his shoulders. Was he about to get berated for how he'd been acting? He had been pretty distracted, and got them into a little trouble a few times. His eyes watched Frost's movements in search for an answer before they even started talking as the nerves started to get to him. Gideon Coal wasn't used to being nervous.

The room they’d entered seemed smaller than the main room but just as comfortable; however the tension didn't cease and Gideon found himself copying Frost and taking the seat right across from him. Once his friend was sitting opposite him, Frost crossed one leg over the other and fixed him with a fairly intense gaze, as if trying to pry into his mind. It wouldn't be the first time, either.

The armchair was surprisingly soft and the fire genasi sank slightly into the material. The tension was still there in his bones but it wasn't as intense as Frost's gaze was, which had him tapping on the arm of the chair without thinking. Hell, he felt like a child in trouble with their parents like this, the lingering silence was gonna kill him!

"I have a feeling this conversation might be difficult for you, Gideon. However, we need to have it." To be fair, the genasi already looked uneasy before he even started talking. This might be tricky. Gideon had a tendency to run from his issues.

"I want to talk to you about what happened at the Witchlight carnival. Specifically, what occurred between the two of us while, uh, 'under the influence'. I'm just concerned that it could get in the way of us functioning the best we can as a team, and we're going to need to rely on each other."

He could not risk Gideon hesitating during battle or getting distracted at some critical point. He was their powerhouse. They needed to be able to rely on him.

"Look, I- I've ended up having sexual relations with both Gricko and Torbek over the course of our misadventures. I almost had sex with a giant swan, and that wasn't any kind of curse. Truth be told, Torbek and I both had our own curses fade halfway through and decided to keep going."

He cleared his throat at that little admission, heat prickling at the back of his neck as he remembered how Torbek had morphed back to himself while still lodged deep inside Frost, how his cock had extended inside him, those hands turning to sharp claws, huge teeth on his neck and ohhh the noises he made-

But that wasn't important right now. Gods.

"Anyway. I wanted to...air it all out. You clearly didn't enjoy it, and while neither of us were at fault, I feel like I'm in the position to at least try to help you through it, especially since you're quite exclusively interested in women, physically." Gods knows what was going on with him and Kremy on an emotional level.

Gideon already knew where this conversation was heading, but on hearing him actually talk about it any chance at relaxing went out of the window.

"Yeah, yeah, I hear you, Frosty. Just do me a favour and stop lookin’ at me like that, alright? It's making this a whole lot more difficult," He leaned his head on his hand, his elbow propped on the arm of the chair. "Get in the way? I mean, sure, what happened was unusual, but I don't think I'd get distracted from trying not to die on just seein’ you."

At least he didn't think so, he might be a bit awkward out of battle but there was no way he'd let it affect them during actual combat. Gideon cocked an eyebrow as Frost admitted his other relations with those in their party, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Wait, I could see you and Gricko- I always wondered about you two, but you and Torbek? Really?"

He was almost intrigued by the thought, but hells below he did not want details on that particular sordid interaction. The whole party had seen Torbek’s nether regions, and honestly it was a surprise that Frost managed to take all of him but Torbek? How the hell was this cat still standing straight? Was his colon okay? Gideon gazed at Frost as he spoke, struggling to form the words he wanted to find.

“Well...I appreciate the whole air it out deal you've got goin' on but it's not like I didn't enjoy it ‘n’ all. Even after the curses lifted."

He never had to think about the words that came out of his mouth, he typically just said what he wanted and it was fine, but even he knew to step carefully on this topic; figuratively at least. He grasped onto the arm of his chair as he spoke, resisting the urge to excuse himself and get the fuck out of this conversation.

"Listen. I have experience with people who ain't women, just not as much compared to those who are, and especially not with my friends. This whole thing just caught me off guard," Gideon explained as smoke started to rise in small plumes from the armchair. He hadn't realised how hard he was gripping it, let alone scorching it, and slapped the small flame that emerged to try and smoulder it. "and I- Oh, shit."

He chuckled somewhat, clearing his throat and shifting in his seat to try to get a little more comfortable. "I don't know, man, it seems to me you're more accustomed to sleeping with our friends than I am - no offence - but I'll be honest, I was terrified this whole time that I ruined our dynamic. Especially after I enjoyed it so much, I haven't actually had sex with a guy where it was all that enjoyable for me."

He and Kremy had flirted for sure, and there's a couple of drunk nights where they'd gotten a bit handsy, but nothing more. But Frost? Ever since the incident he couldn't look at him the same. Largely due to the fact that instead of looking at just his face, Gideon would look down then further down before he caught himself. He'd checked him out too many times for it to be brushed off. The Tabaxi in question let him stumble over his words, relief washing through him that Gideon at least wasn't racked with regret and shame.

"Ah, I see. Well, that's much better than what I feared. I would've hated to know that you found it unpleasant, especially given how much I personally enjoyed myself. And yes, Torbek. By accident, in a way. It was pretty good, that man knows what he's doing with his tongue. But I digress."

He leaned back in his chair, fully relaxed, interlacing his fingers as he mulled over what Gideon had just told him.

"So, in short: You enjoyed having sex with me, and it was the best sex you've ever had with a man, you were just worried about it ruining the dynamic of the party and our friendship." Quite flattering. He'd had good reviews before, often, but rarely such high praise. Especially when he was bottoming.

"Now, I do have a solution you might be open to to relieve this slight tension and...awkwardness we have, but I have to clear something up first. I know Kremy watched us, and seemed not to be against it, but I'm still wary of stepping on toes. Do you believe Kremy has romantic feelings for you and could get...hurt, if something like that was too happen again?"

A smile spread across his face, but it was the smile of a predatory animal, eyeing up his prey as if to devour him whole. Gideon's mouth went dry, knuckles white on the edge of the arm rests. Oh, he might be fucked, but in a good way this time. He had a feeling he knew what the solution he was thinking about might end up being.

"If not, I would highly recommend that we do it again, properly, in a bed if you so prefer. I don't mind how we do it."

Leaning forward and propping his arms on his knees, Gideon's gaze did a quick once over on the Tabaxi, thinking back to his closest friend. "Well..it's complicated." He sucked air through his teeth, "I don't think he feels somethin' towards me, although I'd be lyin' if I said nothing ever happened between us. I don't think he's one for relationships or casual sex, if he wants somethin’ more from me he ain't made it clear. We never went as far as you and Torbek apparently have- and really? I don't think I can move on from that. Torbek?"

He's always seen Frost and Gricko, that was obvious from the start, hell he almost made a wager on it too, but damn. He was questioning Frost's tastes a little. A smile curled on his lips as he gave a soft chuckle.

Frost shook his head with a little smile, one of his long cat feet bouncing a bit. "Really, that's what you're stuck on, and not getting to fuck me again? How hurtful. But yes. It was right after Electrum Chef, while we were bodyswapped. By the time we awoke in our bodies again, Torbek was already inside me. He panicked and tried to pull out, apologising, but it wasn't his fault. Just more fey bullshit, and having a cock that massive inside me try to pull out was-" He flushed a little, hips shifting in his seat.

"Well, it felt good enough for me to beg him to finish the job that I assume Bobby started. I have a strong feeling Torbek has very limited experience, but sheer size and enthusiasm made up for it.” Gods, he'd felt bloated for a whole day after that, it took a while to get everything out of him.

Bugbears cum far more than he expected, like a damn hose inside him. Perhaps not the best tangent if they were to engage in something similar together, thinking about Torbek wasn't going to be much of a turn on, but he knew what might get Gideon all 'fired up', and smirked.

"But maybe I was just desperate. It's Torbek, after all. He has none of your skill, or experience. I doubt he could match up to you, but I'd have to fuck you again to find out. You don't want me to have to go back to Torbek, right?"

He’d noticed Gideon's eyes drag over him. Not very subtle. Frost knew he was starting to think about it. Starting to remember how good wet Tabaxi hole was. Gideon hadn't been able to have sex with a single person since and they'd had no private down time. He was likely getting a little pent up, and Frost would love to help out with that.

"You wanna give this ride another go around? I can't blame you. I wouldn't mind a bit more privacy anyways, a cryin’ audience ain't much of a turn on for me personally." His yellow eyes glinted with mischief, "Nearly drowned out your pretty moans last time, maybe next time I get to hear you proper."

"You're more than good enough, Gideon." He'd been untying his belt as they spoke, and with one movement, Frost's robe slid from his shoulders and draped over the armchair he sat on. It left Frost in his slightly tighter cream outfit he wore beneath, the top sleeveless and cropped enough to leave a strip of his stomach exposed.

"Oh, I can assure you, I'll be vocal enough to make up for last time. Gricko has to gag me the majority of the time to avoid waking you and Kremy. We have a little time right now. Would you like a little appetiser?"

Gideon absolutely did not ask for a detailed description of what happened between Frost and Torbek and absolutely did not want one. However Frost quickly provided one, something that Gideon knew he was not going to forget for weeks to come. He was never going to look at that bugbear the same way.

"Oh. So that's what all that muffling is at night." He teased, pushing down those disturbing thoughts deep in the back of mind to, hopefully, not bother him anymore, Gideon clicked his tongue. This was far more interesting and important than anything else. His eyes locked onto Frost’s as the Tabaxi moved and he got to watch as his loose outer robe fell away. He couldn't stop his gaze from roaming and admiring his body, and he didn't want to.

"Naw, we can't have you relying on Torbek, can we? That would be a damn shame, and honestly a bit of a disturbance to waste such a..." He gave Frost a little smile, "Purrfect opportunity and pass it on to someone who wouldn't treat you right, Frost." Gideon was a little too proud of his cat pun, despite how Frost rolled his eyes at it. He knew he liked it.

It had been a minute since he last had relieved himself. The last time had also been with Frost and like he said, this opportunity was too good to pass up. They were both willing participants, and even if he wasn't into him, he couldn't stand idly by and allow Frost to desperately go back to Torbek. That's just cruel.

Gideon's gaze darkened with lust as he moved to start yanking his own shirt off as if it burned him. "You don't have to ask me twice, fuck yes."

"Well, if we're in agreement-" Frost flicked his wrist and cast Silence around them both, getting up from his chair as he tugged his shirt over his head. It was funny, everyone seemed to forget that Frost was a very broad man, and rather fit, with everything hidden under such baggy robes.

His body was nothing if not admirable, and he quite liked the attention he knew Gideon would give it. The man was nothing if not impulsive. He did put on a little bit of a show, hooking his thumbs under his waistband and lifting up his hips to drag his trousers down with his underwear, exposing himself almost entirely to the warmth emanating off Gideon's body even with a good few feet between them.

After neatly holding his clothes and setting them aside, Frost strode toward him, climbing onto the chair Gideon was perched on and immediately straddling his lap.

"I tend to use Message when I'm gagged, but often he gets some noises out of me. I don't have one with me, so the spell should keep the others from hearing us. Don't worry too much about preparation, Gricko keeps me loose."

The goblin might be quite small, relatively speaking, but Frost kept an enlarge/reduce spell on hand just for him. It came in pretty useful.

Gideon had just pulled off his shirt, slipping the chains through the sleeves before tossing it somewhere else within the room when his gaze fell on Frost. The last time he saw him without clothes on he never got to take an actual good look. The fey curse was messy and rushed, and she times he'd suddenly become a proud nudist were overlaid with distracting curses of his own and bizarre situations that didn't leave much space for anything sexy. This time, Gideon could actually appreciate the tiger Tabaxi's body.

And fuck, he was hot.

It was honestly one of the first times he noticed his friend’s form underneath all that clothing. He was nothing less than stunningly attractive, Gideon's eyes following the pattern of the stripes all over Frost's fur that all seemed to direct downwards. He was just so...handsome. That was one of the only words that came to his mind despite how cliché it felt.

Handsome.

Frost, in contrast, had seen Gideon naked countless times. Everyone had. He'd seen him erect, too, long before the Witchlight carnival, since this man had no shame. But that didn't mean he didn't enjoy it every time he did get a good eyefull. Today was no different. To think Kremy was legally married to this and fumbled that bag? Ridiculous.

Frost knew he was pretty; his natural bright orange fur popped with the white underbelly and black stripes. Yet Gideon's gaze dropped as another soft noise hit the floor. It was the rest of Frost's clothing, and Gideon could've sworn his embers just got hotter.

Was he staring?

Probably?

Gideon couldn't help but stare, and it did feel like he was allowed to. After a second he shook his head out of that brief daze to push down his own pants and underwear, kicking them down just before a pair of warm and fuzzy pads pressed against his warm skin. The Tabaxi had climbed into his now bare lap and Gideon was not complaining, leaning back and instinctively, his hands went to rest upon Frost's hips.

"Fuck. You're pretty." He didn't even register what he'd said about preparation, but his own length pushed against Frost's thigh as he took in the sights. He was remarkably easy to get hard at the worst of times, a hot, naked man in his lap was gonna do it.

"Tell me what you like, Gideon. You know I'm up for anything at least once. I want to know your kinks, your desires. Do you like getting your hair pulled? Bitten? Your tits played with?"

The question truly snapped Gideon out of it for a moment as he looked down, his fingers beginning to move slowly across Frost's patterns. Following the stripes.

"Well. I gotta say the last time I've done any of this had been you, and even a longer 'mount of time since I've even tried anything exciting like that out." He thought about it for a minute, his fingers still following one particular stripe on the Tabaxi's soft hip. "I'm not too picky. You can bite- I love a good mark. My hair being pulled is fine. I gotta warn you, though. I have a sensitive chest." He gave him a little wink. "But I think everything you might think about is on the table."

One hand moved from his hip to run upward towards his chest. "What about you, Frost? What can I do for you, gorgeous?"

Gideon couldn't get over how pretty he looked like this, and how hard it was to ignore the heat between them, especially with Frost straddling his lap like that. Gideon wasn't the least bit ashamed for how hot he was getting with just the proximity between both of them.

Gideon's hands dragged and smoothed over his fur, following those patterns, and he leaned into it, enjoying the attention and just how flustered the Genasi seemed to be. How...cute? He didn't expect that. Sitting himself directly in Gideon's lap, he rocked his hips forward, just lightly grinding Gideon's new erection against himself.

"I see, dangerous words. As for me...I don't want to push things too far. Don't touch my tail, that's probably the only hard limit. I quite like being restrained, I feel like your chains could come in handy for that."

"A kinky one, aren't you?" Gideon glanced down at his own chains, thinking over the suggestion of using them for bondage. He'd definitely love to get creative with them when he gets a chance."But I got it, do not touch the tail, it's ingrained in my mind. Hopefully. Probably."

Frost's own dick was still tucked away in its sheath, but his balls lay heavy and hot over Gideon's shaft, rolling over him with each slight movement. He reached down between them to start lightly playing with his sheath, rubbing over the end of it in tight little circles to start coaxing his cock out.

Gideon immediately lost his focus when those hips rolled against him, making him groan and hold onto him a little tighter, trying not to buck. Quite quickly the fire Genasi craved more, shifting to grind his own hips along with Frost's to follow the friction he was chasing, and to hopefully create more. Gideon had been with many different kinds of women. However, what he had not truly experienced was a Tabaxi. With a clear mind, that is.

“I don't know if you've kissed or slept with any Tabaxi, but everything is barbed in some way." It was, sadly, the reason he mostly bottomed. He didn't mind it at all, he thoroughly enjoyed it, but knowing that the reason why was a part of his body he couldn't change was a little sad. Only other Tabaxi or those who enjoyed a little pain with their pleasure were really into it. Thankfully, Gricko loved it, and he was the person Frost was most often in bed with.

"Barbed?" He grunted glancing down where Frost's hand (paw?) was at, watching in fascination. Huh. It was all hidden inside. "Never seen anything like that before, gotta admit the only Tabaxi I've ever fucked around with was you." His eyes lingering for a moment as Frost worked on himself. How sharp were those barbs? Couldn't be that sharp if it was on his dick… Gideon didn't really know, but he was very willing to find out. And hey, you learn with experience.

The heat moving against him was killing Gideon inside, it felt like it was almost nothing and yet it did so much to him. Gods, he might be weak for this man. Frost nodded in the understanding that he might have to expect a little fumbling and fuck ups, which he didn't mind. He really just wanted that huge cock in his guts again.

“How do you feel about kissing me, Gideon?" I don't mind if you don't want to.”

Gideon's hand reached up to grasp Frost's furred chin in-between his fingers with a slight grip to tug him down a little bit, mischief twinkling in his eyes as he did so.

"So the pretty kitty wants a kiss before we get started, eh? I don't mind whatsoever. I've been listening to those lips say the sexiest shit for too long now, I'd love to feel them too." Gideon could barely wait for a response from him, pressing his lips against Frost's, letting go of his chin then only to move back to explore his neck and chest.

The noise that left Frost’s mouth was a surprised little 'Mmph-' as Gideon's lips pushed up against his own. He didn't have any time to process it, arms wrapping around his neck and shoulders to lean into it, arching his back towards the Genasi. Gideon smelled like whiskey, cigars and coal smoke, but the taste was something unique to him, with tobacco lingering faintly on the edge. He was careful to keep his tongue in his mouth for now. If he'd never been with a Tabaxi, he might not enjoy a barbed tongue either, not everyone did.

He let out a low groan as they ground up against each other, the tip of his cock starting to peek out from his sheath as he coaxed it free. It was wet and pink with a tiny slit in the end, the fat head pushing forward to see what all the fuss was about. Frost knew his cock wasn't huge, fairly average if anything. He was no Gideon. But he liked it, and he'd had no complaints about sizing, though he had a strong feeling it wouldn't matter either way. He'd be taking that massive hog today at some point.

"One moment, Gideon. I have to check that I'm actually stretched enough for this, it's been a couple hours since I did it." An invisible mage hand formed out of the air while he made out with Gideon, floating behind them to get to Frost's ass. He shivered as two disembodied fingers pushed up against his slick, open hole, just to check he'd be ready. They slid in easily, forcing Frost to break away from the kiss to gasp and squirm, a third wedging it's way in fairly easily as he started to move back against it.

"Oh, fuck! S-sorry-" Frost arched and mewled like a real cat, hips rotating as he tried his best not to move too much. His mouth hung open, claws gripping into the armrests. "You- Do you want to do this here, or on the floor? I don't mind either way."

“Damn, couple hours? Didn't think I'd be your second round today." Gideon chuckled somewhat, his fingers brushing against the other's chest as he spoke and his eyes alight with excitement. Frost grunted in his lap, a fourth finger managing to squeeze its way in, starting to feel the burn. Gideon's cock was thicker than just four fingers, but maybe he could still take it?

"Don't worry, you won't be getting goblin sloppy seconds. Mage hand is very useful when your own hands are a little busy," Plus, he didn't then have to contort himself to get to his own ass while jerking off. "Besides, I'm a good ten years younger than you. I can take two rounds."

Teasing, maybe, but he had a feeling Gideon would only rise to the challenge, and he really wouldn't mind getting more than one hot load fucked into him. As he squirmed, Frost's cock slid free, curving up toward his body. The barbs running along it were obvious - they were relatively soft, three rings of them around his shaft.

They laid flat against his skin, but Gideon's engineering brain told him that they'd catch whenever he pulled out, dragging against someone's insides. Now that he was fully exposed, Frost looked down between them, and wrapped both his hands around Gideon's cock. Gently tugging at it, he lined them up against each other, taking a moment to take in just how huge Gideon was against himself before he started to thrust against him once more.

"Tell me- Tell me if the barbs rubbing against you is too much. I don't want it to hurt-"

Frost's fur tickled against Gideon's lips and brushed against his own beard as they kissed, it was something softer but he couldn't help but feel a bit rushed with the heat between them both. Gideon knew he needed to cool his jets but Frost made it so hard to do so. Everything about him; his scent, taste, touch, and definitely his little movements were fueling the flame of lust inside Gideon burn brighter.

The kiss was enticing, he relaxed into it a little while occasionally rolling his hips for some type of friction. Gideon allowed his tongue to lazily drag across Frost's lips as if asking to delve deeper and explore the other's mouth, finding a sweeter pleasure in something simple like that. His fingers danced and brushed through Frost's fur while they kissed, the only noise around them coming from movement of his chains clanking against one another. Touching Frost was somewhat addicting. So smooth, so soft, and he looked so good. Especially like this.

Gideon bit down on his own lip as Frost squirmed against some invisible force, he wasn't too focused on that, instead focused on what the squirming was doing to him. His hands stilled then to just ground himself slightly. Controlling the fact to not just buck his hips up all the way.

"Fucking hell, Frost- you're making this so much harder to stick to slow." Gideon groaned, "Floor- floor." He finally answered, his eyes glancing down to Frost's claws marking up the wood of the chair. Gotta protect the furniture anyways, why not do it on the floor? Besides, with their stature and figures there was not quite enough room to do much on a chair. Not enough room to do a few ideas that came in his mind anyways, and there was no way in the nine hells he'd be leaving this room without fucking Frost stupid.

Gideon shifted to sit up a bit, his arms moving to wrap around Frost's waist, and that's when he noticed the dick that had finally revealed itself, curving up towards Frost's stomach.

"Oh, hello." He thrummed, and although it was smaller than he was, which was to be expected, the shape of Frost's member was just a bit different from what he'd assumed. Not to mention the colour and those obvious barbs that would be deemed threatening to those who weren't either Tabaxi, into it, or used to it.

Gideon just saw it as a challenge he hadn't taken yet.

"Fuck-" He pressed his lips to try and silence a groan, his arms tightening somewhat around Frosts waist. The slippery wet heat mixed with a few sharp pains from the barbs had Gideon’s mind reeling until he couldn't take it anymore.

He tightened his grip to lift Frost up just enough to stand up and instantly move down to the floor, "Hope you're alright with me picking up the pace a little, yeah?" He asked, Gideon letting go of him only for him to position his body over Frost’s, on his hands and knees over him on a rug in the middle of the room.

Before he knew it, Frost was flat on his back on the floor, with his dear friend looming over him, and his legs just fell open. A small smirk lingered on his face at the sight of Gideon kneeled over him, fully erect and leaking a little over what Frost could do to him in a few short minutes. He could already tell how insanely deep that thing would fill him up if he got balls deep, and Frost craved it. He could feel Gideon's hips trying to buck up against him, the gasps and moans that slipped from his lips. Gods, his cock already felt good, unbelievably hot against his own, stiff and thick. He knew he could take it, and this time he'd get to enjoy it.

"Although..I gotta say your idea of, well, being tied up as well as using my chains to do so is quite an appealing idea." Sitting up to balance himself on his knees to start unhooking the chains from their shackles, "I want to make sure you're completely down with it."

He really wanted to get this show on the road but he needed a full 100% agreement to continue with it. It wasn't like it was even close to the kinkiest kink he's done with someone but he wouldn't risk making someone uncomfortable. Not purposely.

"Absolutely. Being restrained or having one of my senses taken is one of my favourite things in this regard. I like the feeling of being powerless, I suppose. Used. I don't mind if we're facing each other or not."

Frost let the word 'used' linger with a low purr, and titled his hips up to show off his hole to Gideon, as if presenting himself to be bred. However, the mage hand was still lodged inside him, and so for a moment Gideon got an eyeful of what Frost's insides looked like, stretched wide open. Holy shit. That was going around his dick.

The strong muscles inside his ass pulsed and clenched around the intrusion, internal walls wet and slick and inviting. It wasn't stretched as far as Gideon's cock would push it, but it was enough. Slowly, that invisible hand slid free, bit by bit, until Frost cancelled the magic and Gideon was left with that loose, well-fucked hole presented just for him.

Claws digging into the floor, Frost panted and huffed, looking up at Gideon's gorgeous face just past his own dick as it leaked a little over his stomach, giving an excited twitch in expectation.

"Use me, Gideon Coal. Fuck me however you please. Breed me."

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"Use me, Gideon. Fuck me however you please. Breed me."

Gideon didn't know if mage hand could be used for fingering a man, but then again he didn't particularly try to think when he was in the middle of getting down and nasty with someone. However, the thought of Frosty using spells in such a way only made his body heat up a little. Damn.

Gideon perked up a bit at the little tease, tsking, "Oh, I'll give you more than one round, Frost. Hell, I'll make you even lose count." And he meant it - for now, at least, even with the slight stings from Frost's barbs, it only egged Gideon on. He only craved more of it. More of Frost's body, whether it was in pain or pleasure. Some barbs weren't going to get in Gideon’s way one bit.

Getting Frost to the floor was easy for the Genasi, his eyes raking over his lithe body, taking it all in, and his attention was drawn downwards at the opening of his legs. His own dick hung down between his thighs, resting against Frost’s own, thick and hot.

The sight of Frost's clearly used hole had him lose his own breath for a moment, and his dick twitched shamelessly upon hearing his words too. "Used?" Gideon repeated, "Swear if I woulda known this about you sooner, we would've been fucking long before that fey curse."

Once the mage hand seemed to disappear, or at least he assumed so, given that the amazing view of the way his hole was spread out was slowly disappearing as well. Gideon reached down to align himself with that well-fucked hole, dragging the head over it and grunting when it caught on the rim a little.

"I'll use you-" He grabbed onto those hips and pulled him up closer, angling him just how he wanted him, "I'll use you until you forget your damn name, and since you've been askin’ for it so nicely, I might well breed you too."

The moment Gideon grabbed his hips and pulled them up, forcing Frost to arch his back with his ass high in the air, any worries he might have had evaporated. He gave a soft whimper once that cock pushed against his loose hole, face buried in his arms, cock twitching at the idea of someone so much stronger than him manhandling him however he pleased.

Finally, Gideon began to push his hips forward. Slipping in wasn't a problem, Frost's hole was well stretched and wet, a moan escaped from his lips as maybe just over half of his dick managed to slip inside fairly easily. Frost's walls were so very warm and soft, clenching down around him, but not too hard.

That fat, blunt head found no resistance, sinking into him oh so easily, already starting to give him that lovely full feeling as half of him sank in. Gideon hadn't been able to cram more than half into him before, but this time he wouldn't let him stop short.

Gideon braced himself, placing each arm on either side of the Tabaxis head. He lowered his own closer to Frost's, grunting under his breath, "Fuck- you're so warm, and I'm not even in all the way." Gideon panted as he rolled his hips somewhat, "This good Frost? Am I good to keep going?"

"Yes, yes, please, fuck- Make me stupid, Gideon! Use me, fuck my wet hole, fuck me open on your cock, please-"

Ohhhh, he wanted to feel this for days, that ache deep in his gut. Not unusually for someone like him, but Frost's favourite thing about sex was the brainless pleasure, having every last thought ruthlessly fucked out of him until his mind went blank. His brain was so, so busy and it often got overwhelming. Dick was better than substances for quieting all that nonsense.

Besides, the idea of just being a hole to be used, especially by his friends? It was such an intense thrill for him that just thinking about it might cause him to have a small problem to deal with. The way Kremy got snappy and demanding. The way Gricko could be selfish and needy. The everything of Torbek. And how generally horny and impulsive Gideon was. Each one of them he could easily see taking up his offer and using his lean body however they pleased for their own physical needs.

"Deeper, deeper, Gideon-! Yes, yes, please, deeper! I- I need you balls deep, please! You...You haven't seen me in heat~" Ohhhh, if this arrangement continued up to his next heat, he might lose his mind. The thought of Gideon pinning him down and grabbing him by the neck to fuck him senseless during a heat? He let out a desperate, keening whine, just as his friend began to push into his body.

“Don't you worry about that, I got you. I'll fill you up real good, make you wish you got this dick years ago- Fuck, keep goin’ I love that talk. Ya nasty, Frost.”

Frost had his cheek pressed into his own forearms on the floor, Gideon's face up against his own with that low, low purring quality to his voice that made Frost's knees go weak. Oh, gods. He wanted to be nothing more than a hole for this man right now, desperately craving that gentle degradation.

"Gid, Gid, please, fill me up, as deep as you can, wanna feel my belly push out with your cock, wanna feel your cum so deep it'll never come out, Gid-"

'Please.'

The begging had nearly broken Gideon's brain then, and Gideon knew for a fact that he hadn't been with anyone in ages who spoke the way Frost had. The Tabaxi truly had a way with words, most of them Gideon never really understood but these words… he could get behind. Literally and figuratively. In all honesty, he always thought Frost was just the quieter and smarter kind of guy, that he was sort of more boring compared to the others. He'd seen his chaotic side for sure, but Frost never revealed anything quite so debauched. The Tabaxi wasn't even asking so much anymore, he was purely begging, and damn was he gonna get exactly what he wanted.

He was going to make Frost feel real good.

"I have no doubt that your heat is going to be a hell of a long day, ain't it? Just you thinking 'bout my dick all day. Hoping that I'll even let you see it, right? Bet you'd go wild for just a taste, on your knees all pretty, be a little slut for me?" Gideon ran a hand from Frost's chest down back to his hips, just smoothing out whatever prickly fur there was. Gideon grunted as he began to retract his hips only thrust them back to push himself deeper into the other. He didn't want to risk hurting his friend, but it was getting harder and harder to stay somewhat in control on that aspect, what with the whining and begging.

"Fuckin’- you're so loose, then get so much tighter the deeper I go-" As he continued to roll his hips and thrust in and out, Gideon moved both hands back to hold his hips, pulling them back against himself. "Listen to you, begging for my entire dick and takin’ it so good, I never thought you were such a whore, Frost."

He gazed down at his friend as his efforts to get in deeper seemed to work; his dick slid in easier and easier and even deeper inside of the Tabaxi. With one final rough thrust, Gideon let out a low moan, finally managing to push himself all the way down to the hilt inside him. That last slam of his hips had poor Frost yowling, arching his back and clawing at the floorboards, huffing against them. He could feel Gideon's heavy balls press flush against his own, his hole spread to its limit around the impossibly wide base of Gideon's girthy cock as he squirmed and whimpered.

"Gid, Gid- I'll be a slut for you, whatever you want, so long as you keep me full, stuff me deep, just like that-!"

He groaned and mewled at even the slightest movement, his normally flat stomach bulging outward with the obscene shape of Gideon's cock pushing out. Holy shit. He was so, so full, maybe more than he had been in years. The last partner he had that filled him up like this was a Minotaur he'd managed to seduce, and gods if he didn't still touch himself to how brutal that fuck had been. His guts had ached for weeks, and his cock weeped at how demeaning his words were. He...he wanted to hear that from Gideon. Call him a pathetic little cockwhore. Nothing but a pretty hole to shove his dick into. Talk- talk about breeding him. He knew it was impossible; he was not delusional. But something about having a man bigger and stronger than him pin him down and say such things- it drove him wild.

"Gideon, Gideon, please- Use me, fuck me, cum in me as many times as you please, I'll let you do what you like-" His dick was already dripping precum onto the wooden floor before Gideon had even thrusted into him properly once. He was weak for it!

Should Gideon be lucky enough to witness his heat, Frost would ride that massive dick til he was milked dry.

“Do what I like? Heh, alright, I'm pretty sure I heard something about chain bondage earlier, that right?” Frost's eyes widened as he heard the rattling of heavy chains, having completely forgotten what he'd suggested earlier, the warm metal snaking around his limbs.

Gideon's chains obeyed his every command, wrapping themselves around his arms to pull them out from under him and bind them behind his back, coiling around his hips, thighs and ankles and hoisting his lower half into the air. Helpless, like a trapped animal, Frost’s body went completely still. His dick throbbed, untouched, his hole still stuffed full.

“See, this way, I can kneel up proper. You were just a lil short for me, Frosty.”

Frost's hole may have been prepared but oh, it hugged around him so nicely. Still tight enough to bring an extra spark of pleasure, rippling through Gideon. It made him a bit dizzy in the head seeing Frost bound on his cock, it was a sight to behold, along with his desperate whimpering. It was music to his ears.

"Aw, you wanna be my slut? Seems to me like you're already there, from the sounds of your pretty little whimpers." His hands wandered around Frost’s stomach when they felt over a rather noticeable bulge, his hands carefully tracing over it, a soft groan leaving his lips. Fuck. When was the last time someone truly took his entire length? Gideon didn't know, but it felt so, so good to be balls deep inside Frost, and he was taking it fairly well. Gideon leaned down further as he slowly retracted his hips, allowing his dick to slowly pull out, "Such a dirty mouth, maybe next time I'll fill that instead of your wanting hole. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Seems like you'd enjoy anything that's given to you."

Right when his dick felt like it was going to fall out, Gideon used full force to snap his hips forward, pushing himself all the way back in. His hands gripped at the Tabaxi's fur, moaning as he started up a rhythmic pace of wet slapping and breathy moans. He could barely control himself anymore, no, this was all too much- Frost was so goddamn hot and broke Gideon not to get a little reckless with him.

"Already begging me to do so much more to you- fuck- you're so needy." He grunted as he shifted before continuing on thrusting in and out of him. Thank the gods for the spell Frost had cast earlier, the floorboards were creaking under them like a couple of orcs were throwing a party. He really didn't want to be interrupted, certainly not by Kremy getting snarky about their volume. The cry that left Frost's throat made him so very grateful for that silence spell, a yowl ripped from his throat as Gideon drove himself balls deep into his body. He could take it, easily, but that didn't mean having such a huge object rammed into his body didn't make him spasm and sob. Holy shit, holy shit, it was huge, he'd be moulded to the shape of this cock for days, he knew it.

"Y-yes, yes, want-" He gasped for air, drooling onto the floor as his mouth hung open, suspended in the air by those chains, "I'll take it, take anything, anything you want, stuff my holes, make me choke-”

Gideon's pace was picking up rapidly, hard and fast, his heavy balls swinging beneath them and smacking up against Frost's own. Each drag of his cock over Frost's swollen, abused prostate made him keen in delight, his hole fluttering around that fat head everytime he pulled back.

“You seem kinda used to taking fuck this size, Frosty, you got something you wanna share? I thought it was mostly Gricko in your bed, am I wrong?” His voice dipped down into a low growl, sweat running down his body, starting to imagine what else Frost might’ve taken to make this so comfortable for him.

"Taken...taken monster cock, beast, so, so many, so big, I c'n take it. Gricko, he- he uses wild shape, whole hour of it, n’ he's right, monsters are just- just misunderstood, you can find out what they want, if you try…”

Frost was never one not to experiment, and Gricko had access to both primal spirit forms and bestial forms, in addition to decades of experience in monsters. His expertise came in extremely useful, particularly in determining if something actually wanted them dead, or just wanted a nice wet home to placate them. His own willingness to try almost anything had saved their lives many times.

He'd taken cock from almost everything and anything they could think of. Ironically enough, he particularly loved whenever Gricko chose to use dire wolf cock to plow into him, getting pinned down and knotted. Gideon did not fuck unlike a dire wolf, but he was much better at dirty talk than those beasts.

"Fill me, fill me up, Gideon, fuck- Love your cock, love it, s'good-"

He was starting to get less and less comprehensible as his brains got fucked out of his skull, which was exactly what he wanted. He didn't want to think. He just wanted to be a hole to take cock, with no thoughts at all in his head. A pretty cockwarmer.

He'd be that for Gideon.

His cock was dribbling precum without needing to be touched, a steady stream of pearly fluid hanging down in strings with a small pool of it on the floor below. He knew he could cum without being touched, easily. Good sluts always could. As Frost rambled endlessly, Gideon glanced down between them and a chuckle left him. "You're dripping. Dripping so much and just for me." He thrummed before reaching his hand down. Somewhat hesitant for a moment before carefully wrapping his hand around Frost's barbed cock. It was warm, with a decent weight to it, precum smearing against his hand as he started to stroke him. Those barbs weren't so bad, rubbing against his calloused palm, and the whines it earned him were more than worth it. Should he be softer with the Tabaxi? Probably, but in the heat of the moment it seemed that neither one of them wanted that.

His body stayed wrapped around him, Gideon swore he could feel every twitch, clench, and movement of what was most likely Frost's destroyed hole each time he almost pulled out yet his body always seemed to just suck him back in.

Gideon let go for just a moment, licking his hand to taste it before grasping him once more. "A bit sweet." He just focused on his hand at first, his thumb swiping at the tip of Frost’s weeping head before slipping his hand down his length and moving back up along it. His hand briefly caught on the barbs, but if anything it only made Frost a little louder. It took a few tries and he almost had to stop his pelting thrusts, but Gideon did start to match his hand on Frost’s cock with his current pace, thrusting into his body with abandon.

He leaned forward to bite at his soft ear, rumbling, "So fucking pretty like this, taking me so nicely and tasting so sweet. It was like your body was made for my cock. Your hole was made just to be used and utterly destroyed, ain't that right?" He flicked his wrist to emphasise his words, listening to Frost gasp and moan with delight. Those filthy words, the warm hand wrapped around his cock, the thrusts into his body slowing to what now felt like a torturously slow pace- it was all too much. Frost's hips started to jerk forward, whimpering and moaning Gideon's name against the floor. He was close, so close, and he'd cum as many times as Gideon wanted him to!

"Yes, yes, nothing else, m'just a hole, made for you, Gideon!" His voice betrayed his state, broken and wavering, mindlessly chanting out erotic nonsense as his friend fucked him brainless. This was what he wanted, what he craved, what he constantly sought out. All he'd needed was to ask to sit on Gideon's fat cock again, it was that easy.

"Being fucked so pretty, clenching so tightly around me." Gideon groaned, his thumb quickly swiping over the tip of Frost's head and pressing up against that narrow slit, teasing it with a nail. His words spread a grin over his lips, pressing his body flush against Frost's back as their hips smacked together.

"M'gonna cum, gonna cum-" His words were mumbled, less of a warning and more like he was telling himself, eyes rolling back into his head until only the whites were showing.

"Gonna cum? Gonna cum all pretty from my dick? Cumming from the way I'm fillin' you up, huh?" Gideon huffed, trying to pull him even closer. Within seconds, Gideon's fingers were coated in thick, warm semen as Frost's cock twitched and flexed, shooting short bursts of cum over the floor and his hand. The Tabaxi didn't seem to be giving up, though. He wasn't moving away or protesting, his dick still hanging hard between his legs.

"Fuck!" Gideon hissed between his teeth as the warmth of Frost's release covered his fingers. As Frost came the Tabaxis body seemed to tense, and his hole clung even tighter around him.
That almost had Gideon climaxing right then and there.

"Yeah, that's all you are, just a hole for me to fuck- my fucking breedin' hole." His hips snapping, his other hand quickly grasping and using Frost's shoulder to not only ground himself by leaning against him but to pin him more against the floor.

He was so close, so close.

Just a little more, but close enough where his thrusts began to become more uneven and harsher. He took his hand and lifted it to take a taste for his cum. "Mm, not too bad, but I reckon this won't be the only time I'll get a taste of you, is it? You're gonna let me do this whenever the hell I please, gonna feel so empty and loose without me, and I'm gonna make you beg for it all over again,” He reached down to tug at his dick once more to emphasise his words, knowing Frost would be much too sensitive to do anything but cry for him.

“Gideon, Gideon, please-!” Frost's voice was definitely breaking, stammering and whining- oh he loved the whines and moans he was getting from the Tabaxi. Panting as his thrusts quickened once more upon hearing him. His voice and words were driving him to go faster.

"Fuck, baby, I'm so close. You want me to cum inside you? To really fill you up? To fill you until it drips out? Shit- open your mouth for me." Making sure his hand still had most of that cooling semen on his fingers, he shifted forward, holding them in front of Frost's mouth for him to take them, and he did.

Frost opened his mouth oh so obediently, suckling on Gideon's fingers, his rough tongue lapping up every single drop he was fed, groaning at the taste. Gods, it made his dick twitch a little to be fed his own fluids, his mind going blank over the idea of getting Gideon's cock crammed into his mouth, his jaw aching, and having his cum pumped down his waiting throat. Once Gideon's hand had been licked clean and every last mouthful of cum swallowed, he nodded, trying to somehow angle his hips even higher up. The Tabaxi's tongue lapped and his wonderful mouth sucked his fingers oh so clean from the delicious mess the other had made on them earlier. Gideon could only imagine what it might feel like in his dick. Pulling his fingers out of his mouth, Gideon’s hand trailed down towards his hips once more, listening to his pleading.

"Inside, inside! Please, gods, cum in me, as deep as you can! Wanna-" Ohhh, Frost could feel himself losing it. He was so grateful nobody else could hear this. "Wanna get pumped full, used, make me carry your litter, give me kittens, Gideon~" He knew it was stupid and impossible, but the dick-addled mind wants what it wants, and he might actually cum again if he thought too much about that. Gricko knew about his favourite kinks all too well, countless times he'd begged for a litter, or pleaded for Gricko to carry his own during a rut. Maybe he wanted a family, maybe it was just his base instincts to breed or be bred. Maybe not something to expose the second time he's fucking someone, but it was out there now, and he doubted Gideon would stop.

Gideon's balls smacked hard against his own with each harsh thrust, sweaty and heavy, tightening up into round tennis balls that bounced under his cock. Full to the brim with thick, potent cum, just waiting to be released inside him. The thought made him feel so weak. He could take it, he could take it all, plug it up inside himself, keep his belt full of cum and stroke himself imagining that it was a little litter growing inside him. Frost had already been babbling about breeding, which had his mind whirling but the next jumble of sweet begs broke him.

"-I'ma gonna fill you-" Gideon's hips slapped violently against Frost's body, driving himself as deep as he could over and over, his thick pubes a mess of sticky bodily fluids. He felt that tight knot in his gut ball up, grabbing onto Frost's hips tight, not even thinking about how that'll most likely leave a mark, and pulled him up close, burying his dick deep inside him.

"-You want a litter, huh? Mhph- Here's one! Fffuuuckkk, Frost!" Gideon’s flames roared and danced as his cock pulsed deep inside Frost, the first hot load of cum pumped into his friend, flexing and twitching with each fresh spurt.

Frost's mind went blank.

Gideon's cock was forced as deep as it could in his guts, and he could do nothing but take it as he knelt there, pinned in place under the other man, the tight grip on his waist holding him down, and Gideon filled him to the damn brim. Just as promised.

His body shook and shuddered from the first glut of cum inside him, despite trying to hold still as best he could and just take it. His senses were muffled, eyes rolled back in his head and jaw hanging loose, but the word 'litter' leaked through. Instantly, Frost felt himself start to leak a little cum again, his cock twitching and pulsing.

Frost's flat belly protruded once Gideon's balls had finished emptying into him, leaving the Tabaxi with a cute little cum bump, which he failed to register more than a pleasant swelling sensation. He was satisfied, he was happy, he got everything he wanted and more.

Gideon's grip hadn't lightened at all and he didn't allow the other to move away from him for a couple moments, but his chains relaxed and loosened, falling away from Frost's body onto the floor before retracting into his manacles. His chest heaved as he panted heavily, the blissfulness of his climax lingering in his vision and mind. All he could see was white in those stray moments, his overheating body floating in that lovely buzzing before reality began to set in. His once previous hot and heavy balls had emptied all that they carried inside Frost, and man, nothing felt better than that.

One hand finally let go and rubbed the others back, allowing his fur to slide in-between his fingers, "You felt so go around me- and now I'm afraid to pull out. I don't want you wasting a drop of what I gave ya." He spoke teasingly.

Frost groaned at the gentle touches as his senses returned to him bit by bit, Gideon's cock still stretching him open. Holy shit. That was insane. He didn't know if he'd ever orgasmed like that before.

"You- If you can, lift my lower half up in the air when you want to pull out, with my hole angled up so nothing spills out. I can- I can plug it up with Mage Hand until I get a plug from my pack to keep it all inside. Holy shit, Gideon. That was...incredible, I have no other way to describe it. I think if you could knock me up, I would let you.”

Gideon bit at the inside of his cheeks, a tingle running down his spine at the very thought of it. Gods. He might not want kids, realistically, but that was hot as all hell even after he'd finished. He leaned down, pressing his lips up against Frost's pointed ears, his kisses trailing down from his ears to his cheek bone. "If I could knock you up I don't think you'd ever stop havin’ those litters." He mused, nipping the others' fur.

Holy shit, Frost hadn't expected that. The idea flashed across his mind for a second, of being nothing but a breeding queen, scruffed and fucked like this over and over for the rest of his life. He knew he'd despise it in reality. But this wasn't reality, he simply didn't have the parts for that to be a possibility. But it was a new fantasy he'd return to later, and he knew how hard it would make him cum.

"That was probably the best sex I've had in quite a long time, I love the sounds you make. You beg so pretty for me, ya know that?" Humming softly, Gideon carefully lifted the others legs, pulling himself out as he did so, and lower body up trying to not strain the Tabaxis body any further.

He braced himself as Gideon lifted him upon his request, a low groan leaving him as that thick cock popped free and dribbled a little cum over his abused hole. It was a flushed pinkish red, gaping wide open and bubbling with thick semen. Ruined. Frost instantly felt the loss of that warmth, though he still felt so delightfully full, summoning his mage hand to slowly slot itself inside and plug Frost up as best it could.

But he couldn't stop staring at the beautiful mess he created. The second he pulled out he took a look to see the puffiness of that gaping, messy hole of Frost’s. That's when his eyes trailed down and noticed the bump in his stomach.

His hand softly rubbed against it, marvelling at it for a moment, and himself for managing that, "You're absolutely stuffed, look at you. You're such a good boy. Taking me completely, you didn't even spill anything either."

Gideon's hands on his round little cum belly made him purr, ears going flat and his dick giving another happy twitch as it began to retreat into his body. "I do my best. It was fantastic, I loved every second. The best decision I could've made in the situation by far. You felt so good, still does, I want to keep it all in me~ Can you, ah, get downstairs and fetch my pack? I want to be able to plug myself up, without spilling it all over- With your pants on. Would you like to have sex with me again in the future? "

That was a dumb question- at least to the Genasi. Of course he'd want to do this again, he'd want to do it again and again and again with Frost. Hell, he had so many ideas that maybe even three more sessions like this one wouldn't be enough.

He wanted to see how far he could make Frost go without cumming, he wanted to hear those pathetic moans and whines over and over again, he wanted to try so many more positions. While the floor was a nice starter, perhaps next time he could have him straddling him. "I think I'd be an idiot to turn that down, count me in whenever you're feeling a little frisky again.”

The Tabaxi was sleek, smart, and just.. gorgeous honestly. Especially like this. So pretty, with a ruined hole and a nice little bump. The purr that roared as he gently cupped the belly had Gideon softly smiling. He rarely heard Frost purr let alone around him. It was nice.

"Ah, right, pants...where did I toss those?" Getting the hint that Frost had done what he wanted, Gideon let go of him to turn and get dressed. He had been so eager in the beginning that he had thrown his pants just somewhere randomly within the room. When he found them, he didn't take the time to really properly tuck himself in like he typically did, he just slipped them on and quickly readjusted his shirt and suspenders.

"Your pack, right? I'll be quick - hopefully Gricko doesn't try to ask too many questions about where we fucked off to." Gideon walked towards the door and turned the handle. Before he opened the door all the way, he poked his head out to check the coast was clear, getting ambushed by a well-meaning Torbek was the last thing he wanted. And thankfully, it was.

"Stay pretty Frost, I'll be right back." He said before stepping out of the room and heading down to fetch the other's pack, attempting to be as quick and quiet as possible. But after such a lovely afternoon, it couldn't continue to go his way. He was barely at the front door of the Inn where they'd dumped their packs earlier when the voice of an alligator man he knew very well rang out.

“Gideon. You've been remarkably quiet for a good hour and a half. Where'd you slip off to, hm?”

“Uh- Yeah, man, Frost said he wasn't feelin’ so good, didn't wanna both Gricko or nothin’, so I was…helping out?”

“He didn't want to bother Gricko?”

“Naw, he'll be fine, he don't need a heal wasting on him, just ate somethin’ funny. Maybe a rat. Asked me to grab his pack, wanted his yarn to distract him.”

Gideon was doing his very best to sound confident, but no confidence in the world would make up for the flush in his cheek, the wild flickering in his hair, and how…debauched his clothes looked. Kremy had seen him in this state many a time, and it was never because a dear friend had a tummy bug. But Kremy just sighed and rolled his eyes, seemingly just frustrated that even now, carnal pleasures took priority.

“Just- don't get distracted, Gid. We have shit to do. At least it's Frost, I guess.”

With that, whatever the hell that meant, Kremy turned on his heel and marched back into the open kitchen, where the others were sat, oblivious to what their friends were getting up to the room beside them. Gideon watched him go before grabbing that pack and shouldering it, hoping Frost hadn't gotten too cold while he was waiting.

He pushed the door open and stepped through, all thoughts of Kremy or their friends banished at the sight of Frost again. He was still on his face and knees with his ass high in the air, tail flicking in a lazy curve as he waited, that gorgeous hole on full display. If he felt Frost wanted to, he could honestly go for another round right then and there.

“Hey, kitty. I got what you asked for, where's that plug stashed?”

“It's- it's in the main section, in an inside pocket, wrapped in a cloth.”

Thankfully, the thing was easy to find, Gideon letting out a low whistle once his fingers wrapped around it and pulled it free. The thing was massive, made of a polished dark wood. For a moment, he wasn't sure it would fit, but he did just take an internal beating from Gideon's own dick, and he was thicker than this thing.

“Alright, man, brace yourself.”

“That's the opposite of what you're meant to- Ohhhhhh, fuck, Gideon-” His complaints melted into happy meows as Gideon pressed the tip into him, watching intensely as the toy sank into Frost's body, lodging inside him and plugging up his hole perfectly. Holy shit.

“And you're just gonna…keep that inside you? For how long?”

“As long as I like. Probably a day, or so. Why, do you like it, Gideon?” Frost slowly sat himself up and waved for Gideon to pass him his clothes, still a little sore and tired. Gods, he'd sleep well tonight, in a real bed and well fucked. He still managed a smug little smirk, rolling his head back to look at his friend, nodding down to the new tent forming in his pants.

“And I thought the whole hot blooded thing was stereotyping. Another round, then? I'll let you use my thighs this time."