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Gideon always did his level best to be the best employee he could for Kremy. His devotion may have been fuelled by abject adoration rather than a can-do attitude and a love of hard work, but he reckoned it didn't matter as long as Kremy was happy. Still, he was pretty surprised when Kremy summoned him to his office in the back of the club one day seemingly to thank him for a job well done.
"Been workin' real hard lately, Gid, I can tell. Seems like you deserve some kind of reward for all that hard work." Kremy was sat behind his desk, looking prim and polished as always. Gideon always felt a little out of place next to him, covered in oil and grime as he always was. It was partially why he always tried to do the little things like open doors and grab anything Kremy needed to hold before he could touch them, to keep him looking pristine. The other part was the fact it felt so damn good to be useful for him, and because he liked the proud little smirk Kremy sent his way whenever he did those things for him.
"Aw, hell, Krem. Don't have to do nothin', just doin' my job s'all." Gideon shrugged, bashful. He hoped Kremy couldn't tell how much he was blushing.
"I know, Gid. Still. I'm awful grateful. Feel like ya deserve a demonstration of that gratitude." Kremy's voice was soft, smooth, and he blinked just once at him, slowly. Gideon felt his heart skip a beat.
"Naw, s'nothin', I swear." He repeated, feeling heat rise up his neck as Kremy surveyed him. He had such pretty eyes, Gideon thought. Maybe one day he'd feel bold enough to tell him that.
Kremy closed his pretty eyes, took a deep, put-upon, breath in and out, then opened his eyes again.
"Stars help me." He muttered to himself, before fixing Gideon with a look that made him feel like a misbehaving student, or maybe a specimen pinned down for inspection. "Gideon."
"Yes, boss?" Gideon asked, feeling suddenly like he was taking a test he hadn't studied for.
"Gideon. I am very pleased with ya, so much so I wanna reward ya by suckin' your dick. That sound good?"
Gideon was almost certain he'd died or passed out or started hallucinating. There was a ringing in his ears, and his vision was going fuzzy at the edges. He was absolutely rock hard.
Did Kremy do this for everyone else? Was this some kind of special incentive that Gideon hadn't been performing well enough to get up until now? Unbidden, he imagined Kremy getting on his knees in the very same office Gideon was currently in for Frost, Gricko, Torbek, mouth open and forked tongue sliding out.
He felt so turned on he might faint.
"Gideon?" Kremy asked again, only this time he didn't sound irritated, he sounded amused. Gideon blinked several times, trying to clear the fuzziness from his head.
"Y-yeah, I mean, if it's what you want t-then, yeah, yeah, sounds good. Real good." Gideon stammered out.
"Good." Kremy smiled at him then, slow and satisfied, teeth shining in the light of his office.
He slunk out from behind his desk, body unfurling in a way that was slightly unnerving and uniquely Kremy. He strolled around the front of his desk and dropped to his knees in front of Gideon.
"My, my, Mr Coal. Someone's excited." He purred, sliding a hand up the very prominent bulge in Gideon's coveralls on the way to his tool belt.
"Y-yeah." Gideon couldn't manage anything more, breath hitching as Kremy unbuckled his belt. Once it was undone, Kremy looked up at him expectantly. Gideon frowned at him.
"Gonna have to help me here, Gid. Can't take ya coveralls off from down here." Kremy rolled his eyes at him.
"Huh? Oh, shit. Sorry." It somehow hadn't crossed Gideon's mind that to get his cock out, he was going to have to actually take his clothes off. His coveralls were already half-undone, but He ripped open the poppers on the front as quickly as he could, pulling his arms out of the sleeves and shoving the whole thing down around his thighs. It wasn't sexy, but it was quick.
He didn't push his boxers down with them, feeling suddenly shy even though Kremy was literally on his knees in front of him, eyes glued to his cock which was doing its level best to rip through his underwear.
Kremy looked up at him, hooked his fingers into the waistband of his underwear and tugged them down. His cock sprang out almost comically, nearly hitting Kremy in the face.
"S-sorry." He muttered. Kremy raised an eyebrow at him, smiling.
"Don't need to be sorry, Gid. Now, lemme show you just how grateful I am."
Gideon watched, breath stuttering, as Kremy grabbed his cock and licked all the way up it, flicking his forked tongue over the tip.
"Fuck." He gasped. Kremy looked pleased, with himself or with Gideon he couldn't say, and opened his mouth, sliding the head of Gideon's cock into it. Kremy's mouth was warm and wet, and he flickered his tongue over and around his cock, making Gideon moan loudly then clap a hand over his mouth to muffle any more noises. It wasn't like the club was busy at this time of day, but that meant there was a chance one of the others could be walking by.
Kremy took more of his length into his mouth, and reached up to grab Gideon's hand and place it on his head. Gideon simply rested it there, not wanting to grab at Kremy or force his head down, and watched in awe as Kremy's usually-carefully-coiffed tendrils started wrapping around his hand. They were stronger than he was expecting, firmly anchoring his hand to Kremy's head.
At some point, he was expecting Kremy to choke or gag or do something that made him stop taking his cock into his mouth, but instead he resolutely kept going, even as Gideon felt the head of his cock bump the back of his throat.
Surely, this is it, Gideon thought wildly, surely he's reached his limit.
But Kremy just breathed sharply in through his nose, and pressed forwards, jaw sliding neatly open to accommodate his girth.
Oh fuck, he doesn't have a gag reflex. The realisation made lightning zip up his spine, and pushed a strangled noise out of him which by all rights should have been made by Kremy. He felt hot, and not just because he was so turned on he could barely think straight. The tendrils on Kremy's head that weren't pulling his hand down against Kremy's head were sliding along the small amount of his cock not in Kremy's mouth, teasing at his thighs, reaching down to cup his balls.
In all of his guilty, late-night imaginings, somehow the fact that his gorgeous, previously-unavailable boss had tentacles for hair had never crossed his mind, and now he was kicking himself for not thinking about it sooner.
This though, this was far better than anything he could have ever imagined. He didn't want to come, didn't want to stop feeling the white-hot pleasure that was racing through him, wanted to prolong it as much as possible, but Kremy's tongue felt so good caressing the underside of his cock and his tendrils were massaging his balls and his throat was so tight and wet and oh Gods Kremy had just reached a hand down between his own legs.
Gideon couldn't help the completely wrecked whimper that tore itself from him as he watched Kremy slide his hand into his trousers, but not stroke or squeeze like he would have expected, but instead pushed up and began rocking his hips back and forth like he was riding something.
Oh, fuck.
He felt his body sagging forwards with the weight of his want, grasping onto the back of Kremy's head for dear life while his tendrils wrapped around his hand and wrist and held him firm. Kremy seemed nonplussed, bobbing his head back and forth, mouth impossibly wide, forked tongue snaking out to caress his length as drool pooled onto the floor. The wet noises of Kremy forcing Gideon's cock as far down his own throat as humanly possible were accompanied by other, softer, wetter, noises and Gideon bit his own hand to stop himself from coming immediately at the thought that this was turning Kremy on so much that he just had to touch himself.
He'd wanted to be gentle, wanted to treat Kremy like the precious thing he was to him, but his precious thing was currently looking at him with both determination and tears in his eyes. His impecably applied eyeliner was starting to run, and that turned Gideon on to, the fact that his always-put-together boss was willing to make a mess of himself all to make him feel good.
"Boss?" He asked shakily. "D'ya want- I mean, is it better for ya if I'm rough?"
Kremy pulled off his cock with a slick noise that made his knees buckle slightly.
"I'll make it easy for ya, Gid – I want ya to fuck my mouth like you're me an' I'm you, an' you just scratched the car." He said matter-of-factly, like he was asking Gideon to go warm up said car.
"Oh, shit." Gideon felt his eyes widen. "Uhuh. Yeah, I can do that."
"I mean it." Kremy said, firmly. "Don't half-ass it, or I'm gonna be real mad atcha."
Well. There were very few things that would get Gideon to do just about anything, and the threat of Kremy being upset with him was one of them.
"You got it, boss." Gideon said, placing his other hand in Kremy's hair, and guiding his face towards his cock once more. His tendrils reacted enthusiastically, pulling this hand as firmly as the other against his head. Kremy smirked up at him, and opened his mouth wide.
He started slowly at first, sliding his cock along Kremy's tongue, moaning softly at the sensation. Kremy narrowed his eyes at him, so he pressed further, pushing until he was seated in Kremy's throat and there were tears glimmering in his eyes once more.
"Fuck, that's it." He murmured at him, rocking his hips back and forth gently, feeling his cock push into and out of Kremy's throat over and over. "Fuck, Kremy. So good."
Kremy swallowed, his throat squeezing tight around him, as he started to shift his hips back and forth. Gideon pressed gently on his head, forcing his cock even further into his throat as Kremy's eyes rolled back in his head and he made what soft, desperate noises he could.
Spurred on by the pleasure he was clearly bringing to his boss, Gideon tested the waters by speeding up his thrusts slightly. Kremy made another, louder noise and brought his free hand up to grip at Gideon's thigh, nails digging into his flesh. He blinked, staring up at Gideon. His eyes bored into his. Gideon could almost hear him thinking.
I want ya to fuck my mouth like I'm you, an' you just scratched the car.
Gideon wasn't doing that. Gideon was fucking Kremy's mouth like it was their first time together, and he was afraid of him getting hurt. He wasn't even really fucking it, he was making love to it. If he'd scratched the car, and Kremy wanted to fuck his throat in compensation, he'd want Kremy to use him until he could barely speak.
He was letting Kremy down.
He snapped his hips forwards, starling a gurgling moan out of Kremy. Then he did it again, and again, until he was fucking in and out of his mouth in earnest, Kremy's face jammed as close to him as he could get it, his nose pressed up against his belly.
"Look so good like this, boss." He told Kremy as tears spilled out of his eyes and drool poured from the corners of his mouth. "Gotta do more things to make you grateful in the future."
Kremy made a deep, wanton noise in the back of his throat as his hand scrabbled against Gideon's thigh, nails sending shivery pinpricks of pleasure-pain racing through him, Kremy's other working furiously inside his trousers. Would he think about this next time he got off? Would he imagine Gideon fucking his throat? Would he use a toy to simulate the feeling, pushing it deep within his throat as he fucked himself with another.
Gideon couldn't help groaning at the thought of Kremy bouncing on one dildo as he swallowed another. Maybe he should subtly hint to him that if there was anything he wanted Gideon to build for recreational purposes, he'd have it done as quickly as humanly possible.
Kremy was making repeated little unh noises as Gideon ground his hips against his face, using his hands to anchor Kremy's face as he thrust into it. His eyes were squeezed shut, eyebrows drawn together, hips jerking erratically. Then, he made a broken, sobbing noise and rolled his hips forward once, twice, three times. Gideon watched as a dark stain spread across the front of Kremy's trousers as he slammed his cock forwards once more, coming down Kremy's throat.
Kremy swallowed around him, pulling his hand out of his trousers. His tendrils loosened their grip on Gideon's hands and he slid his hands off of Kremy's head as he slid back, hissing slightly at the overstimulation as Kremy flicked his tongue over him. He looked down at his boss, whose tendrils were already twisting back into their usually perfect placement. His eyeliner was smudged down his face and his moustache had all but wiped off. Gideon was almost certain that if he looked down, it would be printed across his belly. He looked wrecked, undone, and Gideon really, really liked it. he liked it even more knowing that he was the one that had done it.
"So, uh," Gideon said, licking his lips. He was still panting slightly. "If I was real grateful to you for that, reckon I'd be able to demonstrate it some time?"