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Gideon was in his and Kremy's room at the tavern they'd stopped in for the night, sulking. It wasn't where he wanted to be – he wanted to be buried inside of the cute brunette he'd been chatting up all evening, but apparently she had a husband who'd she neglected to tell Gideon about, who'd come home early from wherever he'd been. Gideon didn't get the chance to ask, what with all the threatening of his life and person the guy was doing.
He'd thought about going back to the tavern, but in his experience once girls saw you leaving with one girl, the rest of them tended to turn their noses up at you for the rest of the night. He didn't want to feel the sting of rejection for the entire evening, so instead he'd sneaked up to his and Kremy's room, taken care of the blue balls he'd been left with, and was drinking whisky and idly doodling in his notebook, waiting for Kremy to come back or for him to fall asleep, whichever came first.
There was a noise of a key in the lock and the door swung open, revealing the very man he'd just been thinking about. Gideon wondered for a moment if his brief thought of Kremy had summoned him. He sure hoped not, that was the kind of thing that could get real inconvenient real quick, man of errant thoughts as he was. Kremy's gaze fell on him and he jumped.
"Gid! I thought you were out." Kremy said, in a tone far more indignant that the situation warranted, in Gideon's opinion. He shut the door and started snapping his fingers, tidying the room up at little. "Look, Gid, I need ya to get outta here. I got company comin' over."
"Aw, what?" Gideon groused. He didn't want to go back down to the tavern, and he'd just gotten all comfy in his side of the bed.
"Yes, really. Way I see it, you fuckin' owe me. You know how many times I've had to go for a fuckin' wander just 'cause ya were fuckin' some girl in our room?" Kremy tutted at him scathingly.
"I dunno, a couple?" Gideon shrugged. To be honest, he hadn't actually known Kremy had been doing it. Then again, Kremy could probably have full-on walked in while he was fucking someone and he might not notice. He tended to have a bit of a one-track mind, during the act.
"At least twenty times that, Gid. Hell, fifty times that. Just, I don't fuckin' know, go back downstairs. I'll give ya some gold. Just-" Kremy sighed exasperatedly. "Please?"
"Shit, man, you must really need to get laid." Gideon snorted, but he stood up from the bed. It was probably true, he mused. In all the time they'd been travelling together, he'd never actually seen Kremy slink off with someone. He'd assumed he still was – there were nights he got back a lot later than Gideon, smelling of cigarettes that definitely weren't his – but he just hadn't seen it. He didn't even know what Kremy's type was.
"Sure do, Gid." Kremy snapped at him. "That's why ya gotta get the fuck out."
As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. Kremy's eyes snapped onto Gideon, and he held a finger to his mouth.
"Shit, shit, shit." He muttered. "Where can ya go? Not in here, that's for damn sure. In the bathroom? No, what if they gotta use it…Out the window? No, we're too high up…"
Gideon watched as Kremy cast his gaze around the room, before settling on the small closet opposite the bed. There'd been a rail installed in it, so the tavern was clearly trying to sell it as some kind of wardrobe, but Gideon knew a broom closet when he saw one.
"Kremy. Are ya seriously about to ask me to get in a fuckin' closet." He said, deadpan.
"I absolutely fuckin' am. Look, just get in there, an' don't make any noise, an' I swear I'll make it up to ya later." Kremy whispered hurriedly, pushing against his chest even though they both knew that Kremy wouldn't be able to force him anywhere he didn't want to go.
All things considered, Gideon probably did owe Kremy one at this point. He'd never quite made it up to Kremy properly for the many, many times they'd had to high-tail it out of town after he'd been caught with some guy's wife or daughter or cousin or whateverthefuck, cutting a con short and causing them to lose out on any of the gold they could've earned.
So, Gideon allowed himself to be pushed in, tight squeeze as much as it was. He definitely couldn't stand, so he sat down with his back against the wall, shoulders uncomfortably hunched over. Kremy looked down at him, winced apologetically, and slammed the door shut. Gideon wriggled around, pulling his flask out of his back pocket after some effort. At least he could carry on drinking in here, even if he was certain he was about to get the mother of all cramps in his legs.
Folded up like he was, he found that he had the perfect vantage spot to peep through the keyhole, even if it did kind of make him feel like a pervert. He watched as Kremy smoothed his hands down the front of his waistcoat, then clicked his fingers one, two, three times. Gideon couldn't see what he was cleaning up, but it was sure to be something – Kremy was fussy like that. He went over to the door – this, Gideon could not see – and opened it, stepping back into Gideon's view with a charming smile on his face.
"Ladies." He purred, and Gideon had to fight to not make a surprised noise. First off, ladies? Not that Gideon necessarily put too much thought into it, but if you'd asked him to bet on who would be standing outside that door, he would've bet all of Kremy's gold on it being a man. Second of all, ladies plural? Damn. His friend clearly had a lot more game than he gave him credit for.
"Kremy." A throaty voice replied, and Gideon watched as two women he recognised from the tavern downstairs swept into the room, bowed in by Kremy. He had noticed them in the corner, but stayed away from them as he'd assumed they were together, and his experience couples of ladies weren't too keen on you marching up to them and asking if they were looking for a third.
One was a half-orc, with pale green skin and impressive tusks poking up from her bottom lip. She wore a ring on each, and had long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, with tiny, intricate braids running through it, all decorated with various clasps and beads. The other was a tiefling with shaggy black hair and horns that curved backwards like an Ibex's.
Crucially, they were both taller than Kremy, and far, far broader than him too. The half-orc was probably only a little smaller than Gideon, and the tiefling was mere inches shorter than her.
"Thought you might've forgotten we were coming." The tiefling grinned at Kremy, looming over him. Kremy looked up at her, a twinkle in his eye.
"Oh, believe me, I'd never forget anything as lovely as the pair of you. Especially not after such…Stimulatin' conversation."
"Mmm. Such a gentleman. You reckon he stays that way the entire time?" The tiefling directed this question to her companion.
"Can't decide if I want him to be or not." She answered, looking Kremy up and down. "Let's see, shall we?"
"Let's." The tiefling agreed, and then she backed Kremy up until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, and started stripping him out of his clothes. He allowed himself to be manhandled by her, a look of sheer delight Gideon wasn't sure he'd ever seen before on his face.
"Not sure if y'all have ever been with a lizardfolk before, but-" Kremy started, only to be cut off by the tiefling grabbing the front of his shirt and pressing her mouth to his in a fierce kiss. It was the kind that was biting, the kind Gideon liked. The kind Kremy liked, too, based on the noises he was making. The half-orc toed off her boots and hopped up onto the bed behind them, and started to kiss down Kremy's neck.
"Oh, believe me, we have." She told him, running her hands down his front and roughly undoing his waistcoat. "That's why we were so excited when you said you were interested."
"I suppose it does make things a li'l easier." Kremy gasped as the teifling pulled away from the kiss to help her partner undress Kremy further. From his vantage point in the closet, Gideon frowned. Why would Kremy being a lizardfolk make things easier?
Oh, holy fucking shit.
Was Kremy the kind of lizardfolk that had two dicks? Was he about to fuck both of these women at the same time?
Gideon had thought the whole two-dicks thing was a rumour made up by lizardfolk and dragonborns to make non-scaled folk feel inadequate, but now he wasn't so sure.
He desperately tried to wrack his brains for a time he'd seen Kremy naked, but he came up blank. Kremy was far more private about that kind of thing than Gideon, always sneaking off into a bathroom or the woods to get changed, whereas Gideon was more than happy to just strip off in front of him. Then again, maybe that was because he had two dicks and didn't want to make Gideon feel jealous or something. Not that Gideon would, of course. He did just fine with his singular dick, thank you very much. Better than Kremy, probably.
The two women stripped Kremy with an efficiency that honestly impressed Gideon, then the tiefling roughly shoved Kremy on the bed hard enough to make him bounce. He would have been concerned if it wasn't for how damn happy Kremy looked the entire time.
He couldn't see if he was right about Kremy's downstairs situation, the footboard of the bed concealing Kremy as he lay back on it. The tiefling leaned down and started kissing him once more, the pair of them licking into each others mouths. Gideon hadn't thought Kremy would be such a messy kisser, but it seemed he got a little more animalistic with it once his clothes were off. He kind of liked it, seeing this new, secret side to Kremy.
He watched as the half-orc casually leaned down, bodily puling him away from her partner with one arm and kissing him, too, twisting his body around. Gideon caught a flash of lighter green scales from his belly, but still nothing. From here, all he could see was Kremy's tail and his surprisingly round ass. He was taken aback by it, really. Who knew Kremy was hiding all of that in his tailored trousers?
"Bend over for me, baby." The half-orc commanded him, and Kremy did so immediately, back arching in a way Gideon was both startled and impressed by. His best friend was a man of many talents, it seemed.
He watched as the half-orc reached down and (he was pretty sure) pushed her fingers into Kremy. Gideon winced. Seemed a little inconsiderate to him, as well as uncomfortable. Kremy didn't seem to think so, though, letting out a loud bellow as she moved her fingers back and forth. In fact, he could hear soft, wet noises, the kind that he was used to hearing when he touched girls like that. He hadn't seen either of them grab any oil, but maybe they'd done it where he couldn't see them?
"Mm. So fuckin' wet." The half-orc said approvingly, and that just confused Gideon even more. Was this some kind of roleplay? "Actually, I want you kneeling up for this. Let's give Thalia a little show, hm?"
Kremy nodded furiously as the half-orc leaned down, wrapped an arm around his chest and pulled him back, forcing him back onto his haunches and making him cry out as the movement (presumably) forced her fingers even deeper into him. Now, Gideon could finally see what exactly Kremy was packing.
Well.
It certainly wasn't what he was expecting. He wasn't really sure how to feel about the fact that he'd been expecting two dicks and now it looked like Kremy didn't even have one. Still, he and both of the women didn't seem to be bothered by this fact. So, either that was just a thing about lizardfolk, or it was something Kremy had told them beforehand.
Either way, he was still trying to process that Kremy had some kind of hole between his legs. A very, very wet one at that. He could see the slick shining on his thighs even from the closet. The half-orc made a motion with her wrist, and Kremy cried out again and oh! There was Kremy's dick.
It was shaped pretty differently from Gideon's, although he wasn't exactly surprised by that. It jutted out from his body pale pink on the shaft with a cupped head, flushed red and glinting in the low light. He didn't appear to have any balls that Gideon could see, but he supposed those could be tucked all up inside him like his dick had been.
The tiefling – Thalia, the half-orc had called her – reached up and wrapped her hand around Kremy, who made a small, desperate noise and bucked his hips forwards. Gideon had never seen Kremy like this, all needy and wanting. It was a new side to him, but not necessarily an unwelcome one.
"Feeling a little overdressed at the moment." Thalia said, breathlessly. "Howsabout we get this show properly on the road?"
The three of them fell on each other, sharing passionate kisses as they tugged various articles of clothes off and throwing them haphazardly across the room. Their clothes hadn't exactly been loose, but actually seeing the thick thighs and pillowy breasts that had been concealed by them was something else. Especially when Kremy was in the middle of it all, groping and licking at them in a way that Gideon desperately wished he was experiencing right now.
It wasn't fair, he thought, that Kremy was out there getting all of that, and he was stuck in a too-small closet with a rapidly-dwindling flask and a rapidly-growing boner.
The half-orc slid off the bed, walking over to a bag that Gideon hadn't noticed her bringing in, before. Her stomach, thighs and ass jiggled as she walked over to it, and Gideon couldn't help but feel like Kremy hadn't done nearly enough biting this evening. He would have sucked as many bruises into her skin as she'd let him.
She rifled through the bag, before triumphantly pulling out a tangle of straps, buckles and leather and a large (even by Gideon's standards) dildo. She set to work, stepping into the straps and pulling them up over her hips, tightening them and sliding the dildo through an O-ring on the leather panel on the front of the contraption she'd pulled on.
Kremy tried to look over at her, but his snout was caught by Thalia, who moved his snout back to face her.
"Ah, ah, eyes on me. Let's see if that silver tongue is good for anything other than charming people." Thalia teased Kremy, leaning back and opening her legs. Kremy was more than happy to oblige, leaning down to grip at her thighs and lapping at her in a way that made her moan loudly and clamp her legs around his head.
She was pretty brave, Gideon thought, letting all those teeth get that near to her, but going from the noises she was making and the way she was writhing around, it was apparently worth it.
Essie, the half-orc, let out a small snort of fond amusement as she watched the pair of them, hands on her hips.
"Found a new toy, Thallie?" She called over to her, grinning.
"Can we keep this one, Es?" She gasped back, grinding her hips forwards Kremy let out a garbled noise of agreement. He shifted a little, did something Gideon couldn't see, then Thalia cried out again. "Fuck! He's good at this. And so pretty, too."
Thalia sighed happily, petting the top of Kremy's head.
"Mmm, true. Still not as pretty as you." Essie said, leaning down to kiss Thalia. They shared a long, deep kiss, hands roving over each other's bodies, tender and passionate in a way that made Gideon feel like he shouldn't be watching. Well. More than he already felt like he shouldn't be watching, that is. "Now, can I convince you to part with him? I was hoping I'd get to play with him this evening, too."
"Can play with him after I come on that wicked tongue of his." Thalia keened as Essie drew away from her. "Gods."
"Alright. Better make it quick, then." Essie reached down and smacked Kremy hard on the ass, making him let out a muffled moan. The easy, casual way she was ordering Kremy around was getting Gideon hot under the collar, and he took a swig from his flask to chase that thought away. He wasn't exactly sure what Kremy did next, but whatever it was, it worked. Thalia came loudly, gripping at one of her horns with one hand and the bedsheets with the other, and Kremy licked her though the entire thing and into the aftermath, only pulling away when she physically pushed his head away from her.
So, Kremy was good at eating pussy. Apparently. Just another previously unknown talent of his to add to the list. He sure was learning a lot about his best friend tonight.
"Your turn, Essie. You have a go at him while I get my breath back." Thalia said, chest heaving as she looked up at her. Essie knelt on the bed behind Kremy, legs apart.
"Much obliged." Essie smirked. "C'mon, baby. Lick it for me, get it nice and wet."
She shifted her hips, making the fake cock set at the centre of her hips bounce. Kremy crawled over towards her – once again, Gideon was astounded by the shape of his ass – and leaned down and set to licking loudly and messily at her cock. Gideon felt his cock twitch in his pants. Just a response to the noises, to the women Kremy was with. Obviously.
"That's it, good boy." Essie said, proudly. "You ready to take my cock?"
"Yes, yes." Kremy practically whimpered, flipping onto his front and raising his hips, tail twitching out of the way. Gideon wondered what Essie was seeing as she gazed down at him. Whatever it was, she seemed to like it, grabbing Kremy's ass with both hands and spreading it apart. She made an approving noise as Kremy whined, low in his throat, as he sunk his chest down to the mattress.
If Kremy was a woman, he would be thrilled to fuck him, flexible and obedient as he was, Gideon mused. He took another swig from his flask.
Thailia shifted on the bed, pushing up to lean back on her elbows, legs parting once more.
"Es? Want him to fuck me, now." Thalia called up at her, as though she was simply asking her to fetch her something.
Essie grunted in response and grabbed Kremy's shoulders, pulling his torso up so his cock was on display once more. Thaila scooted forwards on her back, grabbed Kremy's cock and lined it up with her entrance, gasping lightly as Essie pushed Kremy's hips forwards, sinking his cock into Thalia.
From there, Essie's movements turned brutal, punishing, snapping her hips forwards and driving Kremy in Thalia hard and fast. There was no consideration for how it made him feel, only fierce concentration in making sure her partner was fucked exactly the way she wanted. She pushed Kremy's torso down once more, pressing their bodies together. Gideon could see Thalia's arms and legs, wrapped tightly around Kremy.
Gideon watched as Essie grabbed hold of Kremy's tail and was pulling him back onto her cock repeatedly by it, forcing him to fuck in and out of Thalia at the pace she set, using him like a toy. She forced his hips down with her hands, positioning him at exactly the right angle to make Thalia scream her name. The noise of them fucking was obscene, wet slaps almost louder than the cries of the three of them. Gideon could see the slick pouring out of Kremy, shining on his inner thighs. Gideon felt like he hadn't blinked since they started, mouth agape.
Could he and Kremy do something like this, together?
He felt like he was overheating as he pictured doing the exact same thing Essie was currently doing, fucking a girl by using Kremy's body, green scales pressed between two of them. Telling the girl he was there because Kremy needed some direction, some guidance. Manoeuvring him into the perfect position, slamming his hips so hard into him it was like he was fucking the girl, too. Making them both make those cute, breathy moans.
Fuck, he was drunker than he thought.
"Essie…" Thalia whined, the words broken by the force of the thrusts being pounded into her. "Gonna come…"
"Yeah, that's good, come for me, baby. Gods, you look hot, taking his cock." Essie babbled, somehow fucking Kremy even harder. Gideon was impressed by her stamina, if nothing else.
Kremy let out a rough bellow, and Thalia made the same high-pitched gasping noise that she had before, when Kremy's face was buried between her thighs, and Gideon watched as his best friend made a woman come for the second time that evening.
As Thalia's moans turned to quiet sighs, Essie set her jaw in a way that made Gideon slightly concerned for his friend. Then again, judging by Kremy's reactions to everything that had happened this evening, he was almost definitely going to be delighted by whatever was coming next.
Heh. Coming next.
"Alright, my turn." Essie said, roughly yanking Kremy backwards and out of Thalia, making him chirp loudly. "You make such cute noises, y'know that?"
Gideon had to agree with her there – he usually only ever heard these kind of noises when Kremy was particularly sleepy, when he cared a little less about being so prim and proper. He'd never call them adorable to Kremy's face, but in the privacy of his own mind, he frequently thought they were.
Kremy made a soft, affronted noise, but didn't say anything. Essie ignored him, pressing the fake cock into him and starting to grind against his ass. Just like her movements before, this wasn't focused on Kremy's pleasure, and instead on using it for her own ends. In this case, it was her pleasure. She let out soft moans and grunts as she rolled her hips against him, drawing soft groans out of Kremy as the toy shifted inside him.
Gideon's pants were way past tight, now. He was a little shocked at how turned on this was making him, although he supposed it was just like watching an explicit major image. It was just a hot scenario, that was all. He didn't think he'd ever felt this kind of pounding, all-consuming desire before. It felt like a need rather than a want, at this point.
He was going to have the most confusing jerk off session in the shower after this, once he was free from this closet. Probably after he'd stretched his legs.
Essie leaned down, plastering her front against Kremy's back, rolling her hips forwards in desperate, jerky motions, panting. Thalia reached up, caressing her face, and leaned in to kiss her once more, muffling her moans with her mouth. Gideon found himself wanting to glance away again as they kissed, flushing at the soft intimacy of the moment. He watched as Essie rode out her orgasm against Kremy's body, clutching onto her partner.
Essie pulled out of Kremy with a wet squelching noise.
"Your turn." Thalia grinned at Kremy, pushing him back against Essie, grabbing his cock and pumping her hand up and down it. Kremy cried out, snapping his jaws in surprise. "Aw, c'mon, you didn't think we'd leave you wanting, did you?"
"Of course we wouldn't." Essie pulled him to sit onto her lap, running her hands over his front and pressing kisses down his neck. "Not after you were so good for us."
Kremy whimpered, twisting in her grasp, hips canting up.
"So sweet, so lovely. I bet no-one else gets to see you like this, huh? All of that bravado stripped back. Just a wanton little beast." Thalia lilted at him. "Don't worry, little beast. You'll have your needs met."
Kremy didn't seem capable of speech anymore, just grunts and whines and moans as Thalia and Essie took him apart with their hands and mouths and words. Gideon watched as his eyes flickered over to the closet he was in. Tingling guilt ran through him, even though he knew there was no way Kremy could know if he was watching.
Then again, maybe Kremy had wanted him to watch.
He shook his head. That was a dangerous thought. He wasn't exactly sure why, but he just knew that it was.
"You know, I agree with Thalia. I think it would be nice for us to keep you. Get you a nice little collar and a chain to wear, let you curl up at the foot of our bed. Look after you, just like this, every single night. Doesn't that sound good?"
Kremy nodded.
"Yes." He said softly, eyes locked onto where Gideon was sat in the closet. His expression seemed far too sad for someone currently pressed between two beautiful women.
"Don't worry, little beast, we're just playing. We won't take you away from him, as much as we'd like to." Thalia said reassuringly. "Now, I'd very much like to hear what you sound like when you come, if you don't mind."
Thalia ducked out of view, but judging by the wordless shout from Kremy, Gideon had a pretty good idea of what she was doing. Gideon watched as Essie murmured into Kremy's ear, too low for him to pick up what she was saying. Whatever it was, it seemed to work, Kremy's eyes fluttering shut as he came, letting out a long and low bellow that seemed to shake the room.
The three of them were sweet in the aftermath, Kremy clicking to clean them all up as they lay together, Kremy still pressed between them, but in a far less lustful manner than before. They traded kisses back and forth, and they petted Kremy's scales and murmured sweet nothings to him. Gideon was never one for luxuriating in the afterglow, but he had to admit that this seemed nice.
Eventually, the Thalia started yawning, and Essie smiled at her softly as she helped her off the bed. Kremy sat up against the headboard, drawing a blanket around his shoulders as he watched them get dressed. He snapped his fingers, and his purple silk pyjamas appeared on his body. It was almost jarring, seeing all his scales get covered up once more.
After they were dressed, Kremy approached them.
"Thank you, for this evenin'. It was…Well." He laughed, a little bashfully. "Real fuckin' good, to not put too fine a point on it. I don't usually indulge, but I'm real glad I did."
"Anytime." Thalia grinned at him. Kremy ducked his head.
"We mean it. Don't think our paths will cross again, but if they do…" Essie shrugged. "You're always welcome in our bed. Or your bed. Or up against a wall, in an alley. Wherever."
"I'll keep that in mind." Kremy snorted, shaking his head.
"Good luck with the carnival, Kremy." Thalia pressed a kiss to his cheek. That gave Gideon pause. He'd talked about the carnival, their shared pipe dream, with them? "I hope we can visit it some day."
"I'll give ya a discount on tickets, how about that." Kremy smiled at her softly, grabbing onto her hands.
"Ever the businessman." Essie groaned, rolling her eyes, although it was fond. "Alright, Thallie, let's get you to bed. I know what you're like if you don't get enough sleep."
Essie slung her arms around Thalia's shoulders and she started steering her out the room. Thalia grumbled informatively, but allowed herself to be led, tossing one final wink at Kremy over her shoulder before the door clicked shut. Gideon heard Kremy let out a contented sigh, before he swore and strode over to the closet, grabbing the key from wherever he'd stored it and unlocking the door.
Gideon tumbled out onto the floor, attempting to stretch his limbs out and swearing as they cramped, hard.
"Gods fuckin' dammit, Krem, feel like all my limbs are gonna fall off." He groused at him, hoping Kremy wouldn't notice his throbbing boner.
"Yeah, yeah." Kremy waved away his protests. "Look, I'm sorry for stuffin' ya in the closet, but y'know. Desperate times an' all that. Need I remind ya, you've fucked girls on the bed right next to me an' I didn't say a damn thing."
Gideon grumbled, stiffly rising to his feet. As he looked down at Kremy, he felt his face flushing. He knew what Kremy looked like when he was getting fucked, now. How wet he got when someone fingered him. What he sounded like, when he came. That he liked praise.
Kremy looked up at him, eyes narrowing.
"I think it'd be best if we just didn't talk about anythin' might have seen or heard tonight." He said, in that same no-nonsense tone he used whenever he was negotiating, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Don't know whatcha talkin' about, boss." Gideon shrugged at him. "Got drunk an' fell asleep in the closet, that's all. Was out cold, didn't see or hear a damn thing. Y'know I sleep like the dead."
A slow, affectionate smile spread across Kremy's face.
"Well then. Guess there ain't much more for us to discuss, then." He said. "I'm gonna head to bed. Night, Gid."
"Gonna wash up an' do the same." Gideon sniffed. Kremy nodded, walking back over tot he bed that Gideon now had to pretend he didn't watch him get wrecked in, turning the lamps down low and pulling the bedclothes over himself.
Gideon headed into the bathroom, glancing at himself in the mirror. He was still visibly flushed, cheeks dark red. His dick pressed insistently against the seam of his pants, sensation sparking up his spine whenever it brushed against them.
Not even waiting to get in the shower, he pulled his trousers and underwear down roughly, wrapping a hand around his cock and muffling the moan he let out with his other hand. The first touch of his hand against his almost painfully hard cock felt like drinking a cold glass of water on a hot day. He'd been steadily leaking precum into his underwear, and now it was dribbling from the head of his cock. He spread it around the head of his dick, slickness easing the way even more. He fucked up into the tight channel of his palm, thoughts spiralling as his head spun.
He pictured Kremy beneath him, bent over for him like he had been for Essie, one hand tugging on his tail while the other spanked him, slamming him back onto his cock over and over, pulling the same kind of noises out of him that Essie and Thalia had. He didn't even bother to imagine another girl there as well, too caught up in picturing what it would feel like to fuck into that wet space between Kremy's legs.
It only took a few messy pumps of his hand before he was coming, hard, his ragged gasped echoing around the bathroom. He couldn't bring himself to care if Kremy heard, in the moment.
As he wiped his hand on his shirt, the reality of the situation came crashing down on him. He'd just jerked off thinking about Kremy, his boss-turned-best-friend, after watching him fuck and get fucked by two women. Kremy might have heard him jerking off about it too.
Not exactly ideal.
He shook his head, then shook his body out for good measure. It was fine. It was all cool. They'd already agreed not to talk about it, and whatever Gideon had got up to afterwards was his own business. It didn't need to change anything because it hadn't meant anything. He was just a regular, hot-blooded male, intrigued about a sensation and wanting to fantasize about it, that was all.
Just healthy curiosity.
This didn't need to change anything. It wouldn't change anything. Gideon wasn't going to let it.