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Haziness. Stale air. The sticky warmth of something wet clinging to his skin and fur. Something twinged in his lower back, spiderwebbing pain out and down across his calves. Impala swallowed thickly and regretted it immediately as it didn't help the sandpaper feeling in his throat and re-coated his tongue with the tell-tale tang of iron. Maybe if he continued to lie there and keep his eyes closed, he could pretend whatever he couldn't remember from the past hour or so didn't actually happen. Whatever it was, Impala already knew it wasn't good.
He tried to ignore the pang of guilt in his chest that made it harder to breathe.
"I can tell you're awake."
The dry voice, neutral yet melodic in its own right, cut through the remaining haze in his brain.
"What if... I pretended to sleep for the rest of my life?"
A soft hand brushed some of Impala's hair from his forehead. He winced a little as the strands pulled free from some of the dried blood spattered across his, well, everything. The hand was replaced by a wet rag that was warmed up enough that it didn't shock him when it touched his skin.
Kaleidoscope sighed. "That sounds incredibly boring. Plus, I'd miss having your input on things."
Finally, Impala cracked his eyes open. Kal raised his eyebrows at him, more inquiring than worried. He recognized the carved stone of the catacomb cell. Thankfully the iron door was shut and the two of them seemed to be alone.
As if reading his mind, the sunset tiefling continued, "It's just us down here. I volunteered to sit with you until you woke up, but I don't plan on letting the rest of the party know until I know you're okay."
"Kal, I don't know if-"
"You didn't hurt anyone." The rag moved down to his chest, and Impala shivered more in reflex than anything. "This is deer blood, mostly. We were able to guide you into the forest once we realized you lost control over your beast form again before anything happened."
Again. That word landed like a rock in the pit of his stomach. "I don't know if I'll ever have full control over it."
Kal flopped the rag over Impala's eyes, smirking at the way Impala yelped in response. "You'll get it eventually. These things take time."
"What if I don't have time? What if something happens when I'm alone? Or now? Is it really safe for you to be-"
"Stop it. You're spiraling." Kal pulled the rag away completely, and there was a sloshing sound from outside Impala's peripheral. Some sort of bucket of water, probably. "You won't hurt me. And... I'm still not convinced my presence isn't making this worse, anyway."
At that, Impala sat up. No longer lying on the ground, he felt like he towered over Kaleidoscope's smaller frame. The feral part of his brain identified him as prey, but the other part of his brain—the part that was blindingly obsessed with the other man—twisted that feeling into something much more affectionate though still not exactly friendly.
"Please don't blame yourself for my actions."
Kal shrugged, pressing the clean-again rag to Impala's chest. "We all have our curses to bear."
"Uh, yeah." Impala frowned. "I have my curse, and you have yours. But I don't want to be a curse on you, and you definitely aren't a curse on me."
Kaleidoscope moved to wiping down Impala's arms, not responding or making eye contact with the satyr. Impala knew he should probably take over cleaning himself off, but he really liked the fuzzy feeling in his chest that came from Kal taking the time to do it for him. After a beat, Impala moved a hand to lift Kaleidoscope's chin so they had to look each other in the eyes.
"It's important to me," Impala spoke in a near-whisper, "that you know this isn't your fault. In any way, shape, or form."
Kal matched his gaze unwaveringly, and kept his voice sharp and strong. "It's important to me that you know that you're doing phenomenally well under the circumstances."
"Okay." Impala frowned. "I don't like it, but okay."
Kal blinked at him. "Shit, I wasn't expecting you to actually agree so quickly."
"Yeah, get fucked. Means you have to start being nicer to yourself now."
Kal smacked Impala across his bicep with the rag, the wet slap echoing slightly in the cell. After a beat of silence, they both erupted into quiet laughter.
"I wish we were at the bathhouse instead actually." Impala wheezed out between snickers.
"Is my poolside service not good enough for you?"
Impala leaned forward and clacked his horns against Kal's. "Maybe you need a little more training." His eye flicked over to the little bucket off to the side. "And maybe a bigger pool."
"Blame Jen. I told her we should start hauling a kiddie pool around, but she said that seemed impractical or something."
"That bitch." Impala's eyes widened. "Don't tell her I said that."
Kal's horns clacked against Impala's again as he scrunched up with more laughter. "Why would I ever?"
"Just. Checking. You know. I don't want to give anyone any extra reasons to hate me."
Taking Impala's face in his hands, Kal gave him a wry smile. "You're incredibly easy to not hate."
Impala felt his breath catch in his throat at the sincerity. The proximity combined with Kal's very genuine words was leading to a very dangerous combination for Impala's heart and impulses. This close he could see the slight gradient to the golden irises of Kal's eyes. There was a slight hidden danger in them, buried behind the compassion and kindness, that made Impala's heart beat a little faster.
His heart nearly stopped entirely when he saw Kaleidoscope's eyes flick down at his lips for half a moment. The air between them grew heavy as they sat together on the edge of something, neither of them quite brave enough to take the other and topple the both of them over that line.
It was Impala who took initiative. There was a primal hunger in his body that craved for more of Kaleidoscope's touch and desperately needed to know what his lips tasted like. They fell together easily, Kal molding into Impala as their kiss intensified.
They broke apart to breathe, but Impala chased the taste of Kal's skin and mouthed at the side of his face down to his neck. Kal's hands flew up around Impala's neck, and the wet slap of the rag against Impala's back make him shiver and press his teeth a little too hard against the tiefling's neck.
" Impala ." Kal gasped.
Impala pulled away sharply, an apology already etching its way across his face.
Kaleidoscope clocked it immediately and drug Impala back towards him. "Don't you dare back out on me now."
Their lips reconnected, hot and hungry in a way that belied the way they were both starving for genuine connection. They'd been dancing around each other for long enough that this felt right as the natural progression of things.
Impala whined into the kiss as Kaleidoscope wove his hands into his hair and held tight. He pulled away again, not to apologize this time, but to resume his journey down the gentle gradient of Kaleidoscope's neck. The way Kal's skin shifted from purple to pink held his attention in a way it only had in his dreams on his weakest of nights, and the satyr simply had to run his tongue along the expanse. Kal shivered and clutched the fistful of hair harder, earning another whine out of Impala.
Dropping the rag entirely, Kaleidoscope shifted his other hand around to Impala's chest and pressed against the peach-fuzz covered muscle. A finger brushed against his hardening nipple, and Impala groaned before pressing his teeth into Kal's neck. Not hard enough to be considered a true bite, but enough that Kal gasped out Impala's name again.
"This is okay, right?" Impala kissed the spot he'd been tormenting, trying not to push things too far.
Kaleidoscope took a shaky breath and clutched onto Impala's pectoral. "More than okay. In fact, if you stop now, I will never forgive you." He paused. "I mean. Unless you want to— oh !"
Impala pressed Kaleidoscope's back into the stone floor and latched onto his neck with renewed fervor. Kal could feel a growing hardness pressed against his thigh that made his heart pound rapidly in his chest.
"I've been thinking about this, actually." Impala shifted his hands down Kaleidoscope's body, deftly figuring out where all the various ties and buttons were for his complicated gauzy outfit. "Too often, probably."
Kaleidoscope shifted to grip Impala's hips just under the waistband of his sash. The thicker fur there was softer than expected, even if there were still sections that were crusty with blood from earlier. Kal tried to ignore how that realization made heat pool in his core.
"Not often enough if it took you this long to do something about it."
Impala grinned into Kaleidoscope's neck as he undid the final closure. "I guess I better make up for lost time."
With a yelp, Kaleidoscope's bare back hit the cold stone floor as Impala pulled his outfit loose. It was a different feeling, seeing him unwrapped this way. Without the cloth in the way, Impala could see the full expanse of his color shift from the purple around the ends of his limbs through pink and orange, blending into a vibrant gold on his stomach. His eyes tracked down to the thong that did nothing to hide how Kal was affected by Impala's treatment.
He licked his lips in anticipation to see how the colors shifted on his dick too.
Kaleidoscope pulled Impala back in for another searing kiss, their teeth clacking together at the abrupt connection. The sharp point of Kal's fangs nicked Impala's lower lip, and the taste of iron on his tongue only spurred him forward further. He licked into Kal's mouth hungrily, chasing the moans the other man made. Pressing their bodies closer together to savor the skin to skin contact led to their still clothed erections pressing against each other.
" Kal -" He moaned into the kiss before returning to his ministrations along the tiefling's throat. Something about the way he could feel his pulse quicken underneath his tongue made his own beat even faster.
He left a trail of open-mouthed kisses across Kaleidoscope's clavicles and down the center of his sternum. While his hands busied themselves with unclasping the hook on Kal's thong that allowed for his tail, Impala rolled his tongue around one of the tiefling's already hard nipples. Kal gasped aloud, and he brought one of his hands up to wrap around the base of one of Impala's horns like a lifeline.
With Kal's other hand having also migrated up to wind back into his hair, Impala nearly jumped at the feeling of a third appendage caressing along his hip. The spaded tip of Kaleidoscope's tail slid underneath the wrappings the satyr wore in lieu of pants and wound around the area where his thigh met his asscheek.
" Oh , Kal, please ." Impala panted against his chest.
He could feel the grin on Kaleidoscope's face at that, confirmed only by the tip of his tail slipping beneath his own underwear and nudging at the fluff behind his balls. He moaned loud enough that he was sure if the statues of Tymora in the next room were sentient she would have heard him, although he figured she would appreciate their proximity to her when "getting lucky." In retribution of Kal's teasing, Impala rolled the nipple he was focusing on between his teeth. Gentle, not to truly hurt, but just enough pressure to have Kaleidoscope respond with an equally as loud moan.
Kal tightened his grip in Impala's hair and rolled his hips upward. "Fuck, Impala ."
"Say please." Impala licked a stripe over to the other nipple, causing Kal's breath to catch in an absolutely delicious way.
" Please ."
Impala propped himself on one elbow as he used his other to untangle the hand pulling is hair. In a moment of chaste affection, he brought the hand to his lips for a soft kiss. Kal's hazy eyes followed the motions with what Impala hoped was an equally level of affection.
"How is it possible for you to be so sexy and so adorable at the same time?" Kal's voice was breathy and broken by gentle pants.
Impala simply smiled at him in response, and moved to continue his trail of kisses further down the tiefling's body. Kal watched as he finally slid the thong down his thighs, allowing his dick to stand free. Delightfully, it matched the same golden yellow as his hips, but it gradually shifted to a vibrant orange at the head. It reminded Impala of a popsicle, and by the gods was he going to treat it like one.
With a pleased gasp from Kal, Impala nosed at the base of his dick before licking a stripe with the flat of his tongue all the way to the tip. The musky, salty taste of the precum that had beaded there was really what finally brought his own dick to full attention.
Kal's tail found this especially interesting, as the spade tip slid further forward and pressed against the back of Impala's dick. Impala moaned inches above Kal's before using the open-mouthed opportunity to take him into his mouth fully in one go.
The quiet whine from Kal was a tame response compared to the way that his tail stuttered against Impala's dick. He couldn't remember much past the last couple of years, but Impala was certain he has never been this turned on in his life. There was something about the way Kaleidoscope spoke and moved and breathed that made him absolutely feral in such a different way than what he was used to. It was a nice reprieve, and it helped knowing that he was bringing pleasure rather than destruction in its wake.
Impala bobbed his head up and down on Kal's dick, slowly at first, while taking his time to run his tongue around its head each time he pulled up. It slid like velvet in his mouth, and each swipe of his tongue across the slit had more and more precum mix with saliva to ease the way.
" Impala. Impala. Oh gods, please . Don't you dare stop."
He gave Kal's thigh a squeeze in a silent "of course not" while his mouth was otherwise occupied. Picking up the pace, he fell into a faster rhythm with the way Kal's hips stuttered up to meet his lips as Impala slid back down, Kal's tail a partially forgotten presence against Impala's dick.
"Close. Fuck ."
Impala chased after it. He hollowed his cheeks as he pulled upward, creating enough of a vacuum to add to the inundated pressure surrounding Kal's dick. A soft " Ohshit " was the only further warning he got before Kal was spilling into his mouth. Impala sank to the hilt and took a moment to breathe through his nose before swallowing and pulling off again. Kal breathed heavily with the aftershocks.
Sitting back on his knees, Impala let Kal have a breather while he reached for Kal's bag. Although he knew for a fact he didn't have anything useful in his own pack, Impala knew Kal had to have something that would work. A lack of proper lube wasn't going to bring their impromptu sexcapades to stop quite yet if he could help it. Luckily, he figured correctly as he fished out the small container of oil Kal used to take his makeup off each night.
"Can I borrow this?" Impala held it up so Kal could see it without having to move at all.
Kal frowned, still a little dazed as he came down from his orgasm. "For what?"
Impala flushed, strangely shy despite the situation. "I, uh, I was hoping to fuck you, but I think this is our best option at the moment."
"Oh. Right. That should be fine I think." Kal waved a hand loosely at him.
Impala smiled, realizing exactly how far in the deep end he was with the other man. "Hell yeah."
It helped that Kal was relaxed from his release, but easing a lubed finger past his entrance was still tight. Kal simply grunted at the insertion. Impala worked his opening slowly before adding more of the oil and easing a second finger in alongside the first. The stretch made Kal arch up and away from the ground with a quick intake of breath that had Impala's dick twitching with anticipation. He pumped his fingers a couple times before spreading them slowly. The stretch fell right along the line between pleasure and pain, and Kal let his legs fall even more open as he craved more of the sensation.
Taking cues from his reaction, Impala picked up his pace some more, slipping into an easy rhythm of slamming his fingers into Kaleidoscope and spreading them as he pulled them back out. He caught an angle that caused Kal to cry out and thrust into press of Impala's fingers, so Impala added a third finger and started aiming for Kal's newfound prostate. After several thrusts against the sensitive sport within him, Kal's dick was making a valiant effort to be included in the conversation again.
"Impala, please ." Kal moaned out, eyes screwed shut and back fully arched with every motion.
Impala gripped at Kal's hip with his free hand tight enough he was sure there would be a bruise later as he fought to keep from coming from his voice alone. He wasn't going to last much longer but oh gods did he want to be inside him.
" Fuck . Okay. Yes." Impala panted, chest rising and falling like he had run around the entire city again.
He flipped Kaleidoscope over with quick ease, adjusting the pile of fabric from his outfit under his knees as a soft barrier against the hard floor. Kal could feel his heartbeat in his ears. The soft gesture in the midst of their actions reminding him of the overwhelming fondness he had for the satyr and how he was hoping this would happen again.
Kal whimpered at the loss of Impala's fingers, but felt the press of something thicker press against his entrance. His heartbeat picked up in anticipation. Impala pressed forward, the head of his dick slipping slowly past the ring of muscle at his entrance, and Kaleidoscope keened.
The stretch burned a little, but despite the prickle of pain at the edge of his awareness, there was something right about this in a way that no one else fucking him had ever been. Kal gripped at his own hair for lack of anything else for his fingers to curl into and adjusted the way his face pressed into the floor so it wasn't too distracting for him. He wanted to focus on every moment of this.
Impala pressed further inside, slowly and carefully so as to not risk hurting the tiefling in any capacity. He had to really focus not to completely lose it with the way his tight warmth wrapped around his dick in a feeling he'd be chasing for the rest of his life. Or recreating, hopefully. When his hips finally met the plush swell of Kal's ass, Impala released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
"You okay?"
Kal sighed against the stone. " So okay, actually. You can move."
"Are you sure?" Impala hesitated, worried about pushing him too fast too quickly.
"Please. Fuck me, Impala."
He didn't need to be told twice. Impala pulled himself back so only the head of his dick rested inside Kal's entrance and snapped himself forward again all the way to the hilt. The noise Kal made yo that would live in his head for the rest of his days. It was a breathy, wanting moan that went straight to his almost painfully hard cock.
The fell into a brutal rhythm easily, Kal's hips arching backwards against Impala as he slammed himself all the way back inside. The slight curve of Impala's dick and the angle they were fucking at meant that every time Impala slammed home his dick made great friends with Kal's prostate. Kal felt his dick reach full attention again in an impressive show of stamina, but there was something in him that was convinced he could do this for hours. He certainly wanted to, that is.
Impala found himself nearing the edge quicker than he wanted to, but he couldn't bring himself to slow down any.
"'m close."
Kal flicked his hips in a way that made Impala moan. "Come on."
One last slam had Impala moaning loudly as he spilled inside of Kaleidoscope. He took a beat to catch his breath before pulling out and immediately continuing pushing Kal towards his second release with his tongue.
Kal gasped as he felt the wet appendage lick a stripe across his entrance. "Fuck."
Impala pressed his tongue where his dick had just been, chasing the way Kal bucked against his mouth. There was something heady about tasting his own cum around the musky taste of Kal's skin, but Impala knew he wouldn't be satisfied fully until the tiefling came a second time. He slid a finger in alongside his pistoning tongue and pressed against Kal's prostate again. Something heavy draped across the top of his head and wound around one of his horns, and in his haze of orgasm, it took Impala a moment to recognize it as Kal's tail.
"More, please ." Kal cried out, back arching deliciously into Impala's touch.
Shifting his knees to keep his balance, Impala brought his other hand around Kal's waist and pulled on his dripping dick in time with his tongue and finger. Kal couldn't keep quiet if he wanted to, feeling the white hot heat of a second release building in his core. It wasn't long before he was coming with a cry, ejaculate painting the stone floor beneath them.
Impala pressed against final kiss to Kal's opening before gently unwinding Kal's tail from his horn so he could sit up. He pulled Kal to him, bare back to bare chest, and buried is face in Kal's hair as they both took a few moments to let the final drops of arousal dissipate and catch their breaths.
"We should get our own room."
"Hm?" Impala pressed a kiss to the back of Kal's head, not ready to lift his own again yet.
Kal reached back and ran his fingers along the transition on Impala's hip going from peach fuzz skin to thick fur. "In the tavern."
"You think so?"
"Yeah." Kal separated them just far enough so that he could turn and give Impala a searing kiss. "I want to add this to my nighttime routine, and I think Jen and Faro would kill us if we fucked while they were in the room."
Heat pooled in the bottom of Impala's stomach again immediately. Not enough to get him going again, but it was enough to key him into just how much he liked the idea of that. He kissed Kaleidoscope with a deep seated hunger that he may have found a new outlet for.
"I am so very okay with that."
He examined the slightly rumpled look of Kaleidoscope, which was something he wasn't used to seeing. Impala snorted when he clocked the line embedded across Kal's cheek from pressing his face into the stone ground.
"Definitely in an actual bed next time, though."
Kal shrugged, settling back against the warmth of Impala's chest. "Listen, if I get to come that hard again, you can fuck me wherever you'd like."
Impala flushed all the way to his ears as he imagined Kal pressed into a variety of different surfaces and buried his face back into Kal's hair again. It smelled like his shampoo, and Impala realized that scent made him feel safe in such a profound way.
They sat like that for a little while longer before they reluctantly got up to redress and clean up the mess they made. Impala floated the idea of cleaning the mess that leaked out of Kaleidoscope with his tongue, but Kal made the very valid point that that would probably only result in more of a mess.
They settled for the damp rag.
Once they were presentable again, Kal used the little earring magic item to radio over to the rest of the party that Impala was awake and back to himself again so that they could all reconvene and regroup on their next steps.
If anyone noticed the way Kal's tail kept itself in contact with Impala's thigh, they kept it to themselves.