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Ten months out of the year, there was no way for Kremy to keep up with Gideon’s sex drive. There were a couple of weeks where they were evenly matched, and then there were the last six weeks in spring when Kremy became a voracious, desperate slut and it was all Gid could do to try to satisfy him. Literally.
As often as Gideon could get it up, and they could get a minute or two in peace, Kremy wanted that cock inside of him.
The first year they’d spent together, it had freaked Gid out a little, if he was honest. He’d thought it might never end, the way Kremy trembled with need, and Gideon with fatigue. That was when he’d been younger then and more able to keep up with the gator who wanted cock in him all the time, day and night, for six solid weeks.
Now they had a little arrangement.
If it hadn’t already been made plain by the trees coming into leaf, or Kremy being more… amorous than usual, he’d still have known today was the day when he saw Kremy was wearing a loose purple shift and a short cream pleated skirt instead of his usual suit.
The others knew better than to comment by now.
Kremy was struggling to make breakfast, his hand shaking badly, hovering with an uncracked egg beside the pan.
“Don’t even think about puttin’ that inside o’ you when I’m right here,” Gideon growled as he stepped up behind him, enjoying the way it made the gator shiver.
“You know I fuckin’ wasn’t,” Kremy tried to snap, but it came out more of a plea. “But since you’re finally here...”
“Finally? You been waitin’ for some dick all mornin’, huh?” He ran a finger up the bare, soft scales behind Kremy’s knee, all the way until he felt the hem of the tight silk panties he wore beneath the skirt. They were skimpy, and they were soaking wet, confining his cock to his slit but nothing else, slick already clinging between his thighs.
Kremy groaned as Gideon’s finger left him.
He brought it to his mouth, tasting Kremy. He could taste both semen and slick.
“Did you cum with your cock still inside?”
Kremy whimpered. “Gid, please, please? I need it.”
Looking around to check the others were still in their tents, Gideon quickly flipped up Kremy’s skirt.
“Please please please, quick Gid, before someone sees,” Kremy was panting, breakfast forgotten as he parted his legs slightly. He didn’t mean please put my skirt down, Gid decided. That was just as well because this whole display had him rock hard.
The panties were also white, now translucent with fluids, givin Gideon a good view of his bulging slit, parted by the tip of his cock which pressed against the fabric, still leaking. He’d pushed it back inside over and over, but he was now so slick it would barely stay. His body wanted his cock out and ready to fuck at a moment’s notice.
Gideon pulled the wet fabric to the side. Using the tip of his thumb to hold Kremy’s cock back, he shoved him forwards onto the table with his other hand, raising his tail high so he could see the pink, wet folds peeking out behind the ruined panties.
He let Kremy’s tail go, and the gator held it aloft himself, showing off his dripping hole as Gideon got his dick out one handed. No need for any prep this time of year, he simply slid himself against that slick, wet body and found his way inside, his cock rubbing against Kremy’s as it strained to push out through the opening Gid had entered through, frotting him in the same act as he fucked his pussy.
Grabbing Kremy by the hip and tail, he fucked him mercilessly until the gator could hardly breathe, filled to bursting with the both of them, pushing himself back to meet every thrust.
“Oh fuck oh fuck—“
He felt Kremy’s cock trying to follow him out with each thrust and paused for a moment to hook it with two fingers, Kremy’s opening stretched to bursting as Gideon guided his cock out of his slit. It was so wet he could have turned them both around and fucked Gideon’s ass without any prep, but that wasn’t how their little arrangement worked.
He held Kremy down by his cock and his tail and slammed into him, the base of Kremy’s cock now pressing firmly back on Gideon’s so that it felt like Kremy was trying to squeeze his seed out of him.
He felt Kremy’s muscles spasm and moved his hand forwards to catch the gator’s cum as it shot out dangerously close to the morning’s breakfast.
It wasn’t a long affair, the first of many hard and fast fucks throughout the day, and Gideon didn’t try to hold back, spilling inside of Kremy a few seconds later.
He pressed the hand that wasn’t full of Kremy’s cum around the base of his cock as he pulled out, holding back as much of the semen and slick that tried to spill out as he could. Kremy whimpered as it left him empty and aching, desperate for more. Gideon wiped Kremy’s own cum off on the edge of his slit, pushed his still-ready cock back inside and snapped the wet panties back in place.
Kremy was trembling as Gideon reached for the cloth he’d known he would need today and wiped off his own hands before he flipped Kremy’s skirt back down and pulled him up off the workbench.
He pressed a kiss to the back of the gator’s neck, working his way down to scales buffed smooth by the collar of his shirt that the light shift left uncovered.
“Please, Gid, I need it so bad, please,” Kremy was still gasping for air, leaning back into his chest like he had no bones at all.
Gideon slipped a hand up under the edge of the shift, stroking over Kremy’s belly just where the tip of his cock would bump into if it were free of the panties.
“I know you do honey, but if I fuck you again right now, I’m never gonna get breakfast.”
“Gid,” Kremy had been trying to catch Gideon’s attention for several minutes now, which is why Gideon had been ignoring him. Now he was standing beside him, carrying his own uneaten breakfast, reduced to practically begging. “Please? I can feel it…”
He tried to reach for the cloth in Gideon’s back pocket, but the genasi swatted him away and twitched the edge of his skirt up half an inch as punishment.
Kremy swallowed the whimper before it could escape. They were having breakfast. Torbek was standing right there, not looking at them but not looking away. Everyone was here.
Kremy rubbed his thighs together, trying to spread the slick and cum that was threatening to run below the hem of his skirt into his own scales. He could snap his fingers and make it go away, but Gid would make him wait even longer for relief if he found out. He was supposed to just wait for Gideon to wipe it away with the cloth.
Rubbing his thighs together hadn’t done much for the mess, but if he rocked side to side a little, he could feel his own cock sliding against his walls and that was better than nothing.
Gideon had noticed and so, perhaps, had Frost, but Kremy refused to look at either of them - the tabaxi because he didn’t want to see recognition on his face, and Gid because the only way he could look at him right now was in open desperation to be filled and fucked.
“Come Kremy,” Gid hid his grin but not well, reaching back to squeeze Kremy’s thigh just above the hem of his skirt, fingers trailing slick across the back of his leg. “Come, sit down and eat your breakfast.”
It was pathetic, but it was the first day of his season and Kremy was so far gone that he did as he was told. He turned away from the group so they couldn’t see his face, holding his maw shut to silence his own moans, and came in his own wet slit with a shudder, barely able to hold his plate up.
He felt Gideon’s thumb on his inner thigh, gathering up a thick string of slick and cum that was running down it so fast it risked making it to the ground.
On shaking legs, Kremy staggered over to a tree stump and sat down on it. His swollen entrance squished wetly against the hard, rough grain through his panties and it was all he could do not to grind against it. At least it was absorbent.
He thanked the Good Baron that he couldn’t blush and risked a glance at Gideon as he forced himself to eat.
Gid smiled back at him as he wiped his own hands on the cloth he’d denied Kremy, before putting it back in his pocket and picking up a piece of bacon, chomping down the whole thing and then licking his fingers clean.
Kremy choked on his own breakfast. He knew where those hands had been.