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Gideon had always told half bragging, half bashful stories about his night time proclivities. Waking up balls deep in some girl whose name he didn't know. Kremy dismissed the stories as unlikely, at first. But as they got closer, traveled together over the years, Kremy realised that Gideon did indeed sleep talk, sleep walk, and on occasion, make advances in his sleep.
The first time it happened, Kremy awoke to Gideon's breath at his ear, and the head of his cock trying to push through two layers of fabric into Kremy's slit.
"Gid?" Kremy whispered.
Gideon had said nothing in response, and Kremy had understood; this was something they both wanted, but it couldn’t be something they could talk about. So, he shrugged and pulled down his pants, lifted his tail, and accepted him inside with a low groan. It wasn't until Gideon let loose a snore that Kremy realised this really was something Gideon did in his sleep. He considered for a time what he wanted to do.
Kremy knew he should really stop this. He really should. But he also knew that as soon as his veiled lie reared its ugly head, there was no way of turning back. This might be his only chance to be pleasured by Gideon in this way. And even asleep, the man sounded like he was having a good time, huffing and moaning in between deep breaths and mumbled phrases of nonsense. And so Kremy made the decision to grasp straws and stay put as Gideon did what he wanted to. He relaxed into the pillows, pretending to be asleep in turn, and came harder than he had in his life shortly before Gideon did.
Then, it happened the next night, and to say Kremy let it would perhaps be the understatement of the century.
Slowly but surely, Gid spread Kremy until he had enough space to push a leg between his. It was hard to stay still, the warmth emanating from Gideon was tempting. Kremy knew he should wake him up, say something, do something. But he never had. Because he knew this was the only way to get what he truly wanted, and Kremy was a helpless addict.
It started happening almost every night after that, and Kremy assumed that somewhere along the way they had gotten on the same page about it. He'd wake up with Gideon inside him more nights than not. Maybe he was rationalizing, but surely after a number of weeks in a row, Gideon had to have realized he was doing it.
Don't ask, don't tell. This was just… good. Just easy. Something that relieved stress for both of them.
Until Gideon had woken up half way through, mid thrust, Kremy could tell as the room suddenly lit up with his fire as he took in the situation.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, not with him… no!" Gideon muttered under his breath, pulling out of Kremy as gently as possible, and hobbling over to the bathroom.
Kremy sat, horrified, unsatisfied and soaked through with slick, feeling absolutely pathetic about himself. "Not with him,” he had said. How was it that Gideon had actually been asleep all those times? And why now? Why couldn't he just have finished inside and rolled over like he had done every other night? Kremy was crushed. Not only did this confirm that Gideon didn't want him, had never wanted him, but he was never going to get the best sex of his life again. Oh, and also, he had been seriously taking advantage of his friend. But that was more of a side thought.
Through the door, the sound traveled to Kremy’s ears: just the slightest whisper of skin on skin. Kremy despicably started to palm his own untouched cock to the noise of Gideon jerking himself off, knowing it was the last time he could get pleasure from Gideon's body like this. He had never hated himself more, until he heard Gideon's breath catch, the noises increase in desperation, and the sound of liquid hitting the bowl of the toilet. "Gods, Kremy, Kremy, fuuuuckkk…" Gideon hissed as he nutted.
Kremy came immediately as the words washed over him. Gideon was touching himself to him. To the sex they had been having. Did that mean…
Then, the sound of the toilet lid closing, running water as Gideon washed his hands and splashed water on his face. "I… I can't believe this," he muttered, ostensibly to the mirror. "I thought those were just dreams… fuck…"
Kremy took the opportunity to Prestidigitation himself clean of slick and cum, pull his pants up, and pretend to wake up as Gideon crawled back between the sheets. Gideon stayed on his side of the bed, carefully avoiding any contact with Kremy. Kremy edged back into him, until with a resigned sigh Gideon put his arms around him, burrying his face into his shoulder, and fall back into a restless sleep.
The next day, Kremy had thought it through, and he knew how to make this right.
As he re-entered their hotel room, Gideon sat on the couch, head in his hands. "Kremy, I needa tell ya somethin'."
"You don't need to tell me anythin', Gid!" Kremy rushed to talk over him. He couldn't bare to have this conversation, he had a way to solve all their problems!
"No, I… I did somethin' unforgivable," Gideon choked out, tears welling in his eyes. "It's… I know it sounds stupid, or fake, or something someone lies about but it really is a problem I have. I'll do whatever it takes to make sure it never happens again, I'll stop drinkin', you can tie me up at night if you need… Obviously I'll take the couch tonight, or even go an' stay with Gricko and Frost…."
"Gid. Stop talkin'. Whatever it is, it can't be that bad," Kremy tried to cut him off.
"No… you don't understand… I've been havin' dreams aboutcha, an'… you might think they were sick ones… I didn't, I… I liked 'em, even though it was wrong to think aboutcha that way… but' since it was just dreams, I told myself it was okay…"
"Why don't you check out what I bought today, and let me know what you think?" Kremy said loudly, talking over him.
"What? Dammit Kremy, now isn't the time!" Gideon stood up, his voice cracking.
Kremy reached into the bag and pulled out a red satin negligee, and held it up to his body.
Gideon stopped. "Wh… what is that?"
"It's somethin' I thought I'd start to sleep in," Kremy said pointedly. "Might make things more comfortable. For both of us, y'understand?"
Gideon's jaw dropped. Every hair on his body flared to life. "For… both of us?"
"Yes, Gid." Kremy made eye contact, stepping close, until he was sure his meaning would be understood. "So, like I said, there's nothin' you need to apologize for, I'm sure whatever you did wasn't that bad. Alright?"
They both went to bed unusually early that night. And for the first few hours, nothing happened. Gideon seemed almost shell shocked, barely able to hold Kremy as close as he normally did, keeping his hands pointedly clear of any scales, or any red satin fabric.
Kremy had waited, silently begging Gideon to make a move. He wondered if he had misjudged things. If he had played the situation wrong. If maybe, just maybe, he should break down, tell Gideon he was in love with him and would do anything to have him as all his own.
But luckily it didn't come to anything that drastic. Just as he was about to drift off into sleep, he felt a hot hand on his thigh, under where the dress landed on him. A palm resting on this scales, fingers just barely over the lace at the bottom. Then, so gently, so, so slowly, just with the tips of his fingers, Gideon pulled the skirt until the slippery fabric hung over Kremy's hip bone.
Every time he moved the fabric up, it ghosed over the sensitive head of Kremy's cock as it started to slide out of him.
Gideon's warm, calloused thumb explored up to Kremy's waist. He paused, as if confused for a moment, and Kremy let a small smile grace his lips. Gid’s hand gently went down, just catching on the edge of Kremy's hip bone, then tracing over to his groin. Gideon's breath caught in his throat when he realised that Kremy was not wearing any underwear, his breaths coming out in a desperate stutter.
Kremy had turned his hips then, just slightly, spreading his legs, and giving space for Gideon’s hand to trail down. His hardened head was just parting the folds of his slit, but as Gideon’s fingers ghosted through the slick that was leaking from him, his cock shot out to meet him. Gideon inhaled, and Kremy stilled, barely breathing as his partner explored this new aspect of his anatomy. Then, Gideon wrapped his hand around him, and slowly pumped him up and down. The sounds of wet skin and the feeling of Gideon’s impossibly warm hand, his grip almost large enough to completely encapsulate him, sent Kremy into a horny stupor. Then, one of Gideon's thick fingers was pressing inside of him. Unbelievably delicate in his motions, Kremy almost screamed.
Gideon ground against his ass with his own erection, and Kremy lifted his tail, pushing back onto him until the tip of his cock brushed the opening of his slit. A short pop of his hips, and Gideon was inside.
Since then, they had developed a system. If Kremy was wearing red, Gideon had free reign once it had been long enough that they could plausibly be asleep.
And for years, Kremy wore red almost every night.
And now, Kremy floated in and out of consciousness, his brain barely taking in the sensations around him. He was in a half dream, a state where the soft linens and gentle breeze from the window intermingled with sensations of being laid out on a warm rock.
He didn't open his eyes, didn't need to look to see what gentle pressure had started teasing him into wakefulness. The hazy state of comfort was not something he wanted to give up. It was his favourite part.
Heat radiated off of the body behind him, his arm slung over Kremy's waist. Seemingly asleep. His torso wasn't moving much more than his in and out breaths would require, but each inhale his cock seemed to ease itself further underneath Kremy's tail. Kremy held back a shudder as the hot head of his cock smeared pre-cum on the soft underbelly of his tail, starting to edge between his thighs.
Kremy sunk a little further into the soft down of the mattress, keeping his breathing slow. The place they were in was calm, the white linens swallowing him up. It was completely dark except for the gentle glow of Gideon's hair, glowing and gently increasing with light as he breathed in, adding more oxygen to his flame, and gently ebbing back down to almost nothing as he exhaled.
This was the hardest part. The waiting. Keeping his breaths even, keeping his tail from twitching. Not moving even a muscle as Gideon's cock met the dribble of slick that coated his inner thighs. This unspoken agreement had taught him things about himself he had never known. Patience, longing, and that with enough teasing, enough time, enough rounds of screaming in his mind for something, anything, to happen, he could cum with his cock untouched, from the first thrust as Gideon pushed inside with. They both liked that a lot.
Kremy didn't know how long it had been, and he never wanted to find out. Breaths in, breaths out, the gentle motion against the folds of his slit, the hard edge of the head of Gideon's cock, and the texture of his foreskin going by almost made him feel feel ribbed for Kremy's pleasure.
Kremy oh so gently lifted his tail, not wanting to break the spell. Every microscopic movement that Gideon pushed closer to him, when he pulled back, Kremy would lift his tail another millimeter, ensuring that the next drag against his entrance would be even a bit closer to inside. Closer to getting what they both needed as he slid against the nerve endings that were so sensitive to him.
The slow and subtle shift of bodies allowed the space and excuse… the plausible deniability, and getting what he wanted. What he needed. What he craved more than riches, power, or the cigarettes he depended on.
Gideon moved then, the hand that was resting on Kremy's thigh gently making its way up to grope at his chest, bunching up the nightdress that Kremy was wearing.
Kremy's breath caught as he was so close to getting what he wanted. It felt better when it was really drawn out. So Kremy stayed where he was for a good few minutes as Gideon's shaft barely brushed his slit. In that time his cock had grown impatient, Kremy choked as his slick caused Gideon's shaft to slip and brush his emerging cock. God it felt good. But he couldn't... not yet...
Gideon's hot breath against his back, a moan barely audible from his lips as he started to push inside. Kremy flexed the muscles of his core, pressing against the intrusion until he got past the wall of muscle. He let out a breathy whimper, hopefully inaudible, from high in his throat.
He edged inside, not even moving enough for it to be considered thrusting. Just a millimeter at a time until Kremy was sure he was about to split in two. He felt his cock tremble with want as Gideon settled, not quite kissing the scales of Kremy's back, but pressing his mouth against them. He had been doing that a lot more recently, and Kremy liked it.
Then, something changed. Still hard, still fully inside Kremy, Gideon stopped moving, stopped progressing. Kremy started clenching his muscles against Gideon, hoping to tempt him into more, but Gideon stayed still, his hands gently moving over Kremy's body.
Kremy let out an unsatisfied whine starting to move his hips. He wasn't used to doing the work here. Gideon didn't respond how he wanted him to, instead he buried his head in Kremy's shoulder, and hugged around him with both arms.
"Gid? You're… not…" Kremy said, feeling self conscious. "Are… are you mad? Are you okay?"
"Kremy, I… I wanna look at you as I…" Gideon cut himself off, mumbling into Kremy's scales.
"As what?"
"As I make…. as we do this. That okay? We can pretend this never happened in the mornin' if that's what you need, but… damn it Kremy. I wanna look into your eyes, I wanna kiss you, I wanna hold your hands and I want you to say my name. Even if it's… just for tonight. Okay?"
Kremy sat, full of cock, his throat seeming to close as the words hit. They stayed silent for far too long, until finally he nodded. Gideon pulled out, giving Kremy room to roll onto his back.
With impossible tenderness, Gideon took Kremy's face into his hands, and kissed him. His lips were far softer than Kremy would have imagined, not chapped or rough. He tasted the way he smelled, impossibly good, like smoke from a wood burning stove left on your clothes. And that was basically the only thought Kremy had. This was real. This was happening. And even if they didn’t talk about it in the morning… Gideon wanted more too.
Kremy spread his legs, but instead of starting to fuck him, Gideon kissed down his stomach until he got to his groin, taking Kremy’s his cock into his mouth, immediately pushing it all the way to the back of his throat, his eyes starting to water as he slammed his head down on Kremy again and again.
“Gid, slow down,” Kremy begged, his voice a mess, “I’m gonna–”
Gideon plunged his head down over Kremy, making swallowing motions with his throat that almost sounded like choking slightly his body convulsing as Kremy spilled into his throat. Gideon let him ride out his pleasure, making sure not to miss even a drop from Kremy.
Kremy was seeing stars, his vision had whited out as he came into Gideon’s mouth. He hadn;t been aware of the noises he was making but when he re-emerged in reality, Gideon had a slack grin across his features.
“So, not asleep?” Kremy tried for a joke between shaking breaths. The question devolved into a moan as Gideon moved again and grabbed his other thigh to pull his legs a little more open.
"You really ‘xpect a man to sleep when a meal like that is set before him?" Gideon whispered huskily, the smirk clear in his voice. It sent a shiver of pleasure down Kremy's spine, followed quicky by convulsions of overstimulation as Gideon ran his tongue over Kremy’s retreating cock. “Now you're a bettin’ man,” he crawled up overtop of Kremy, holding his body aloft from him, just barely letting their chests touch, “I think we should go all in." He grabbed himself once, pumping up and down to distribute some of the slick, and lining up to push inside.
“Might as well try for double or nothin’…” Kremy managed, and Gideon laughed.
“I’ll see what I can do.”