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Alligator teeth chatter across the room as Gideon wakes from–or rather, gives up on–his slumber.
He manages to roll onto his side as his eyes adjust to the darkness of the room, which doesn't take very long considering he wasn't really asleep to begin with. He's met with the sight of shivering sheets in the middle of his partner’s bed, drawing impossibly closer to the outline of a stubborn, freezing lizardfolk, whose reptilian blood was currently betraying his innate desire for warmth.
Gideon sighs, shuffling around for a moment as he collects his comforter and pillows, bunching them up under his arm as he stands. He makes his way over, the floorboards creaking gently beneath his weight as Kremy oh-so-subtly goes completely still, clearly pretending he hasn't noticed the arrival of his personal heater.
“Scooch,” Gideon grunts, and Kremy gives up on the act to shoot him a displeased glare, even as he eagerly shimmies to the side. “One of these days ‘m just gonna crawl in bed with you automatically, man.”
“I'm surprised you don't already,” Kremy replies, sidling up to his friend with practiced ease. “Ooh, I bet we could save a pretty copper piece on rooms if we stopped buyin’ doubles…”
“This can't seriously be the first time you're comin’ up with that,” Gideon deadpans, looking down at him skeptically as he runs his thumb along some of the raised bumps on Kremy’s shoulder.
Kremy lightly thwacks Gideon’s leg with his tail in response, “hey now, as much as I love money I know when a man needs his privacy.”
Gideon snorts, “Krem, you’ve cum all over my chest on multiple occasions. I don't think there's much privacy left between us.”
The genasi braces for the rehearsed, scandalized outcome he’s come to expect– Good Baron, Gid, why don't you tell all of Avantris?– but instead Kremy stills slightly. He hums in intrigue.
The lizardfolk then crawls on top of him, shuddering in the cold air of their room despite currently straddling the humanoid equivalent of the summer solstice. Then, with a deceptively innocent pout, he whines, “I'm still cold, Gid.”
“Really?” Gideon sputters, almost amused as he instinctively rests his hands over his best friend's clothed thighs, hidden behind his old man nightgown, “I mean, I noticed it was kinda chilly in here when I first laid down, but no way it's that cold.”
“Oh it definitely is,” Kremy informs him completely reliably, swaying his hips from side to side in a tantalizing way. “I think we might need a little exercise to really warm us up, what d’ya say?”
Gideon chuckles under his breath, already feeling the effects of his blood rushing to his groin. He silently moves his hands further behind Kremy's legs until he’s barely cupping his rear, gently pulling him a little closer, “you got a real funny way of propositionin’ me, boss.”
Kremy purses his lips as best he can given he’s a lizardfolk, “Didn’t I tell you that you don’t need to call me that?” He asks as he winds his hips around slowly.
Gideon swallows thickly as he follows the motion with his eyes, “m-must’ve slipped my mind,” he stutters out a lie, watching as Kremy rubs up against his length through his boxers. Gideon had sex with a lot of people–a lot of people–but no one got him riled up as quickly as Kremy did.
“Mm, I'm sure,” Kremy says sarcastically, placing his hands over Gideon’s chest to give him some more leverage as he continues his movements. His breath starts shaking after another few moments, his eyes fluttering shut as he ruts against his partner’s quickly hardening cock.
Gideon can feel a wet patch beginning to form, growing confused at just how rapidly it's spreading until he realizes–”Were you sleepin’ commando?”
Kremy makes a sound between a squeak, a grumble, and a whine. “Yes, what of it? They don't make many, uh, lizardfolk-oriented… underclothes, here…” he pants, clearly struggling to focus through his arousal.
“Nothin’, nothin’, just… surprised, is all,” Gideon settles, feeling his member twitch at the idea that the only thing separating them was a single piece of fabric.
Kremy hums, “now you’re makin’ me feel underdressed,” he complains breathily. Removing one of his hands from Gideon’s chest, the lizardfolk snaps his fingers, and suddenly that single piece of fabric is removed–along with the one that had been draped over Kremy’s shoulders.
Gideon bites his lip, relishing in the gorgeous sight above him. The plushness of Kremy's nightgown is replaced by cool, sturdy scales, firm yet pliable beneath his hands. Most importantly, without the gown to conceal him, Kremy’s cloaca is on full display–dripping with slick as the head of his length begins to show.
Kremy shivers again, and Gideon arches a brow. “Doesn’t look like yer warmin’ up fast enough, Krem,” he teases with a smirk, “let me heat things up a lil’.” Freeing one of his hands from Kremy’s behind–much to the gator’s brief disappointment–he ghosts two fingers along Kremy’s slit. The lizardfolk shivers once more, this time for an entirely different reason.
Gideon grins, easily slipping those fingers inside as Kremy clenches his eyes shut, baring his teeth in pleasure as more of his cock slips free. “Good Baron, that's nice…” he mutters shakily, rocking into Gideon's hand eagerly. The genasi’s other hand still rests over his friend’s ass, and as he instinctively grips it, Kremy supposedly gets another brilliant idea. “Further back, please…”
“... Like this?” Gideon asks, straightening his fingers out inside Kremy. The lizardfolk breathes in sharply, twitching in excitement at the stimulation, but nonetheless shaking his head.
“No, no, I mean–” Kremy coughs, leaning forward onto his hands as he lifts himself up, mild frustration growing as he clarifies, “do all that to the other place, Gid.”
Gideon can feel his face turn a deeper shade of crimson. “Oh, right, yeah, sure man,” he stumbles, refusing to acknowledge the fact that this was their first time doing anything other than just mindless frotting.
Very carefully, using the fingers that were already coated in slick, Gideon pushes inside once more. Kremy swallows thickly above him, his head raised towards the ceiling as he focuses on the pleasure rather than the pain. “Fuck, Gid, that's good,” he pants.
Gideon glows at the praise–quite literally. A flush of heat rushes through his body, the embers in his hair flickering briefly as Kremy twitches with delight, his head aiming down again to look at Gideon with something between surprise and intrigue.
“More,” he says simply, keeping the rest of his thoughts to himself, and Gideon can only assume he means another finger. At some point he makes an odd rumbling sound deep in his throat, quiet but curious, and it turns Gideon on much more than he would've thought. It isn't long before Kremy urges his arm away, though.
Gideon’s brow pinches in concern, “what's wrong? Y’done?”
“Far from it, cher,” Kremy assures him, a mischievous flair to him as he reaches down to grasp at Gideon’s abandoned length. The genasi doesn't have time to question the pet name as he gasps at the touch, the coldness of Kremy’s scales wrapped around him making him flinch as a groan slips out of him.
Kremy seems pleased with himself as he tugs Gideon to full attention, something that only takes a couple of strokes, before he pushes forward ever-so-slightly on his knees.
He already has a good portion of the genasi’s warm cock inside him by the time Gideon registers what's happening. His hair flares up dramatically and steam begins to rise from his horns, his excitement and awe drawn clearly on his face as he watches his partner inch lower and lower, Kremy’s tail thrashing as his mouth forms into a dopey grin.
“Gods , Kremy…” Gideon hisses, the overwhelming tightness making his brain short-circuit as the gator trills with pleasure. Kremy curses as he goes lower and lower, stretching out more than just his words as he manages to bottom out, with his eyes closed and a strangely adorable smile on his face.
“Ah… sssooo warmmm…” Kremy slurs, his fully-exposed length starting to drool. Gideon absently notices these small changes in his partner’s demeanor, all telling him that Kremy’s getting a little sun drunk.
Sometimes, on particularly cloudless days, the lizardfolk would set aside some time to simply bask in the sunlight. It always seemed to improve his mood, and as long as he kept active it'd boost his energy. Whenever he basked for a little too long, however…
Kremy bellows sweetly, the sound almost resembling a purr as his hands slide up Gideon's chest. Consequently, the rest of him leans forward as well, until he's laying completely flat on top of the genasi. A long, content sigh draws from him as he snuggles against his friend, happy and stupid as the extra surface area warms him up even more.
Gideon twitches inside him, and he shivers again–undeniably from pleasure rather than temperature. “Haaah… Gid?”
“... Huh?” Gideon says intelligently, flinching as Kremy briefly squeezes around him.
“Could we just… stay like this a while? It's reaaal niceee…” he drawls, nuzzling his snout into the crook of Gideon’s neck.
“Uh…” Gideon starts, looking down in confusion at his cold-blooded companion for a moment. It's incredibly tender, tickling a part of his brain he doesn't typically touch when he's doing this stuff–a part he’d been trying to lock Kremy out of.
Fortunately for him, Kremy sees locks as welcome mats, and Gideon wasn't trying very hard.
“... Sure, Krem, whatever you want.”
Kremy chirps happily, his tail lazily dragging across the genasi’s leg as Gideon draws the sheets over them. It's an odd feeling, being so closely intertwined but not moving, not chasing that peak that was just around the bend. Occasionally there comes a clench or a jolt, something to remind them of the exact position they’re in, but for all intents and purposes–they’re just cuddling.
It's nice.
After a few moments of sitting in silence, Gideon cautiously moves a palm to the small of Kremy’s back, tracing along the scutes that lead to the base of his tail. His partner rumbles in pure bliss, snuggling impossibly closer as Gideon rubs his thumb against his scales in small, circular patterns.
Eventually, though, Kremy’s breathing starts to even out. Normally Gideon would be comforted by this, soothed by the repetitive motion of his rising and falling chest–but given what they're doing…
“You fallin’ asleep?” He asks carefully.
Kremy moves absentmindedly, clearly sending shocks of arousal through both of them as a low moan slips out of him. “Lil’ bit,” he admits sheepishly, “sorry, m’just… s’nice.”
Gideon can't help but chuckle a little at his friend’s drowsiness. A small part of him wants to simply lay that way forever, just fall asleep and let the morning determine how they'd proceed, but the more logical part tells him that would require a discussion. A discussion he's pretty confident neither of them have the brain power for at the moment. “Mm, as much as I'd– love to let you doze off, I think it's best we finish this first.”
Kremy grumbles his complaints into Gideon’s clavicle, but nonetheless concedes. “You're doin’ the work though,” he mumbles sleepily, simply hugging his arms around Gideon’s shoulders to anchor himself.
“I always do,” the genasi teases. It takes a moment to shake his own relaxed mind back into action, but soon he’s slowly drawing himself out of the lizardfolk, before finally, finally thrusting back in–gently, of course, but still pointedly.
A strangely intimate pace is set. The usual flame that accompanied their intermittent hookups had at some point morphed into a calming winter fire, equally hot but different in meaning. This was more than just a fun night between two guys, more than just a way to warm up.
If Gideon were a dumber man he'd describe Kremy’s noises as whines, soft little things getting muffled by his throat as he pushes in rhythmically. A particularly sharp keen tells him when he's located a certain bundle of nerves, and with a slight smirk, he makes a point to hit it over, and over, and over again. He can feel his stomach growing stickier as Kremy’s trapped length rubs between them, weeping with pre and undoubtedly making the lizardfolk’s head spin.
Gideon isn't faring much better himself, grunting and whimpering with a mix of effort and pleasure. The bed doesn't rock, not with the speed they're going at, but it does creak.
“Fuck, Gid,” Kremy nearly whispers, his voice going directly into Gideon’s ear. He says it like he's watching the genasi chop vegetables haphazardly, like it's the most mundane, mildly noteworthy thing in the world.
It’s his new favorite way of hearing his name.
At some point Gideon feels that familiar rattle in Kremy’s chest, hears his own affectionate nickname chanted in the quietest voice he's ever heard, and it isn't long before he's right on the edge of following suit.
“Krem,” he says softly, almost croaking it out as he barely holds himself back. Kremy doesn’t need any further explanation as he trills expectantly.
Between shaking, overstimulated breaths he mumbles, “in- inside, Gid.”
Kremy shudders as Gideon, ever the loyal and obedient partner, fills him up near instantly. It’s hot, in more ways than one, making him screw his eyes shut as he hugs Gideon tightly, letting the genasi get a final few sporadic thrusts in.
Then the room is quiet. The loudest noises are their combined breathing and the sound of the wind howling outside, long forgotten and ignored, no longer standing a chance at making either of them cold.
Kremy’s mind eventually comes back to him, allowing him to weakly raise his arm for one measly snap, cleaning them up without the extra effort.
It's comfortable, familiar. This might've been their first time getting to fourth base, but it isn't their first time in general. Gideon knows to cherish this moment for as long as it'll last, even if, deep down, he hates the next part.
“Y’all better now?” He teases warmly, his voice tired and gravely as exhaustion licks at his being.
“Mmmmhm,” Kremy purrs, his tail sluggishly twitching as he slips into sleep. He breathes in heavily, clearly barely awake enough to have a conversation, “we oughta do this more often.”
Gideon swallows. “I'm not opposed to it,” he drawls. He hasn't been kicked out of bed yet, which is a good sign.
He starts to pull out a little, feeling obligated to get the ball rolling after past experiences with the gator post-clarity, but Kremy quickly whines and scoots back down, much to his confusion. “I didn't tell you to move , cher,” he mumbles.
“But–”
“Stay a while?” Kremy asks, and though he hasn't moved from his new favorite place at the crook of Gideon’s neck, his voice and demeanor say all too much.
Gideon can't hold back a stupid grin as his hand finds its way to Kremy’s back again, tracing soft shapes between his scutes, “of course, darl’. Anything you want.”