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Gideon had noticed Frost was a bit antsy today, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the way the tabaxi slammed him up against the wall with a growl when they finally met alone, in a closet in the empty basement of the inn Gideon had expertly broken into to wait for his partner.
Well, he thought as he gasped, grabbing onto Frost’s waist as he looked down at him in surprise, it was a bit much to call them partners. He knew Frost wasn’t interested in any kind of romance, knew that their nighttime romps were purely transactional, a mutual blowing off of steam and a welcome break from the stress of their day to day lives. That was more than fine with Gideon, who didn’t feel like settling down with anything permanent anyway.
The way Frost stared up at him now, though, the normally sharp yellow of his irises hazy with lust and mostly covered by the pitch darkness of his dilated pupils, was animalistic— would’ve been scary, if Gideon wasn’t so acutely aware of exactly why.
Frost was in heat right now, and that was more than evident in Gideon’s opinion by the feverish temperature he was running, the testy, high-strung attitude he’d exhibited throughout the day, and the stiff, hot erection Gideon could already feel pressing against his leg as his companion let out that low rumbling growl and frantically jerked his hips, tail lashing back and forth as he nosed at Gideon’s neck, rubbing his furry cheeks and chin against the genasi’s mottled skin to mark him with his scent.
Gideon couldn’t deny the frenzied pace at which Frost was rubbing against him got him all hot under the collar, but he did tighten his grip on the tabaxi’s hips and nuzzle at the top of his furry head as he held him still. “Slow down, Frosty,” he murmured into an irritably flicking ear, relishing in the frustrated groan it drew from him. “Don’t wanna blow your load too soon, do ya, darlin’? Wanna make it last.”
“Gideon,” Frost moaned, ears flattening to his head as his desperation seemed to grow and grow. He bucked into Gideon’s hands and actually whined in frustration when he found he was going nowhere. “C-can’t— can’t, Gideon, please.”
“Please what, darlin’?” Gideon asked, playing unbothered despite the way his hardening cock strained uncomfortably against his thick work pants. “Gotta use your words, Frosty. How’m I gonna know whatcha need otherwise?”
Frost actually snarled at this, a deep animalistic growl tearing from his throat as his tail lashed in a display of pure frustrated tension. “Need. To cum. Now.”
“Whatever ya need, Frosty,” Gideon relented, a grin on his face as he let up ever so slightly on his hold. He didn’t fully release the tabaxi, though, grasping his hips through his robes with his large hands and controlling Frost’s pace as he went back to unabashedly humping his thigh, desperation clearly driving his every move as he mewled and whined into the crook of Gideon’s neck.
He was panting now, clearly having been wound up enough to already be just so close to the edge. Gideon thought about stopping him, denying him climax, just to mess with him, but that wasn’t in their agreement; a transaction was all this was. Frost needed relief, and Gideon was more than happy to give it to him.
In just moments, Frost was letting out a low keening moan and pressing his face into Gideon’s broad shoulder as his orgasm crashed into him, surely making a mess of him as he was still fully clothed. It took him only a minute to come back down, and instantly he was all over Gideon again, that same rumble bubbling up from deep in his chest as he pulled at his suspenders, impatiently helping get the genasi’s slacks off as he mumbled, “Need to be inside you, Gideon. Got— got to breed you.”
Gideon sucked in a sharp intake of breath, eyes widening. “G-gods, okay, yeah. Yeah, Frosty, fuckin’ go for it, man. I’m down.” He had tried to play it off, but in reality, the idea of Frost fucking him until he cried and leaving him sore and hardly able to walk the next morning sounded better than just about anything they’d done in their midnight escapades before.
Frost leaned down, grabbing the little bottle of oil from the pocket of Gideon’s discarded pants, and in moments a cool, slicked fingertip was pressing, unrelenting, at his entrance. Realizing this was a hand made of magic and not Frost’s own hand was simultaneously disappointing and a huge turn-on, and Gideon leaned back against the wall and tilted his head back as the tabaxi nosed at his neck, feeling up his still-clothed chest, his stomach, as he sucked and bit at his hot skin, leaving marks Gideon hoped beyond hope would still be there the next morning, especially given that the tabaxi wasn’t one to do such a thing when in his usual centered state of mind, the one that was fully aware of their deal— not that Gideon minded the affection, of course. Frost’s paws kneaded at his muscles as he huffed a bit through his nose, licking over the bite marks and bruises with his rough tongue.
As all this was going on, the first finger of Frost’s invisible mage hand was pressing in and in and in until Gideon was squirming and gasping with the sting and the simultaneous pleasure that jolted up his spine with it. Everyone knew he liked it rough, and it seemed Frost was more than happy to indulge this as he relentlessly fucked into him with one finger, then another, and eventually a third, until he had Gideon moaning wantonly with the pressure and the stretch of his quick, sure movements.
Eventually, the hand pulled out, and Frost was groaning as he shed his robes and most of the undergarments he wore beneath them and slicked up his own neglected cock, the soft barbs as interesting to Gideon as they had ever been. He didn’t get a chance to ask about how they would feel, though, before Frost was muttering, “Bend over.”
The odd thing about Frost was that he didn’t like to look Gideon in the eyes when one of them took the other. Anything up to that moment he could stomach, but he just wouldn’t face him when the genasi was buried deep inside him— and it seemed the reverse was no different. Gideon didn’t protest, though, simply doing as he was told and looking around. A sturdy-looking old trunk, haphazardly shoved in a corner, seemed like it would be enough to hold his weight, so he pulled it out, stood it upright, and bent over it, grateful to find it didn’t creak or bend or even wobble. Gideon pillowed his head in his arms as best he could around his manacles, taking a deep breath to brace himself.
Without preamble, Frost slipped in, faster than Gideon had ever taken it. He cried out as the first slide pushed forward, forward, in and in, unrelenting until all at once the tabaxi’s hips rested flush against his ass. Frost didn’t even give him a moment to breathe before pulling back with the amazing sensation of those barbs dragging against his inner walls and slamming in again before he could even process it, punching a wail from Gideon’s throat. Frost growled through a low groan at the sound, his panting and Gideon’s whines all that could be heard over the lewd noises of their bodies joining so intimately. He set up a quick and harsh pace, and, gods, Gideon tried to be quiet, he really did— but, well, it had been a long time since he’d been fucked this good, and those barbs dragging against the most sensitive places inside him was driving him nuts, and best of all, Frost kept slamming into that sweet spot deep inside him with every rough thrust. He stood no chance.
Gideon couldn’t help the moans and whines that escaped him, increasing in volume as Frost’s pace grew more frantic. A feverishly heated paw grasped his own desperately hard cock, which was somewhat trapped between his shaking body and the side of the trunk, and the absolute bliss of the rough but slick pads jerking him off made Gideon see stars as Frost unrelentingly pounded into him. The tabaxi’s other hand moved to tangle in Gideon’s thick hair, drawing a whine from him as he tugged hard. “F-F-Frosty,” he moaned, his voice coming out strained and desperate as he clung to the chest beneath him, “oh g-gods, m’so close…”
Frost let out that rumbling growl again, and somehow grew ever rougher, low mewling groans escaping him as he panted and slammed into Gideon again and again and again, and all too soon that familiar heat spooled up in the genasi’s belly, licking up his spine like the flames he knew and loved and burning and burning. In just moments he was crying out in absolute bliss as it all came to a head and exploded, his vision nearly whiting out as his hot cum spurted out onto Frost’s hand and the trunk and the floor.
The tabaxi wasn’t done, though, and didn’t pull out or even release Gideon’s cock from his hot, rough grasp. He fucked into him harder still, pumping his fist through the genasi’s orgasm to drag it out and get every last drop even as tears stung at Gideon’s eyes and he whimpered and whined, overstimulation taking over. “F-Frosty, please, ‘s t-too much,” he cried, even though he was loving every moment of it.
It was at that moment that Frost’s thrusts became erratic, and all of a sudden he was spilling into Gideon, slamming home one last time and staying in place there as he growled and nudged with his wet nose at the back of the genasi’s neck. “Frosty,” he whimpered, mind spinning, feeling as though he was floating— and then something strange happened, something Gideon had been warned about but had forgotten in the wild ecstasy of the night thus far.
The base of Frost’s cock, buried to the hilt inside him, began to swell. Gideon cried out with shock and pleasure as it expanded and expanded, making him squirm and moan at the unexpected sensation until they were locked together, Gideon held in place by the tabaxi’s hands as well as his knot, which was now firmly inside him, affixing them to one another like two pieces of a puzzle.
Frost kept up that low rumbling growl, now seeming more animal than man as he bit and licked in alternating measure at the back of Gideon’s neck, his shoulders, dragging that rough tongue through his hair as if grooming him. This act of care was just as unexpected as his knot, but in the same way, Gideon found he didn’t mind. As he came down, panting hard from his mind-blowing orgasm, he relaxed into the wooden chest, closing his eyes and just enjoying this moment of tenderness, this affection he so rarely received from anyone, let alone the ever-stoic Frost.
Enjoying this a little more than he probably should’ve, Gideon just let himself slump down and let Frost take care of him. His eyes fell closed and he sighed pleasurably, the stretch of his hole around the tabaxi’s thick knot just bordering on too much even as he adjusted to it. He smiled as Frost, still grooming him, started to let out little chirps and chuffing noises, feeling his hot breath on the back of his neck and chuckling softly.
It seemed, though, that that noise snapped Frost from his reverie. He pulled back from Gideon, though he couldn’t go far due to the fact that they were still firmly locked together, and muttered, “I-I’m sorry, Gideon. I don’t know what came over me. That… wasn’t part of the deal.”
“Frosty, y’know I don’t mind,” Gideon drawled, not even bothering to lift his head from his arms. “You fuck me like that ‘n’ you can do whatever the hell ya want, far as I’m concerned.”
“I— uh.” Frost actually stumbled over his words, and Gideon heard the faint whoosh of his tail swishing again, the most telltale sign that he was quite flustered. “I am… glad that you enjoyed it. We— we should be able to separate any minute now. And, Gideon… thank you. I do feel very relieved.”
“Y’know I love it, Frosty,” Gideon replied as nonchalantly as ever, which was fully true. “I’m always down. All ya gotta do’s ask, y’know that.”
“Um… yes. I know,” Frost mumbled, that embarrassment still permeating his words like poison. Gideon felt the swelling go down, and the tabaxi was able to gingerly pull out, leaving him feeling empty in more ways than one as he continued, “But I cannot indulge in such— worldly pleasures— as often as you or I might like to. The shame— my master…”
“Frosty, c’mon, man,” Gideon cut in as he straightened up despite the wobbling unsteadiness of his legs and grabbed for his pants, hating, as he always did, the way Frost spoke of their nights spent together as something shameful, something he “couldn’t continue to indulge in” no matter how many times they met. Always in secret, always as quiet as they could be. “That’s just hurtful, for one. And for two, why the fuck would your master care about you havin’ sex? People fuck ‘cause it feels good, man. Sometimes it’s ‘cause they love each other, but that ain’t us an’ we both know it. You said your deal is you can’t get attached, so what’s bad about this?”
Once he was dressed, Frost, as always, snapped his fingers, leaving everything as clean as they had found it with the help of his magic. Gideon pulled his underwear and pants back on, waiting for the tabaxi’s reply. Eventually, he blurted out, “Because I’m afraid of getting attached! There are a hundred different ways things could end horribly if I did. I’m already far too fond of— of Gricko, of Hootsie, even you. It clouds the mind, leaves you helpless and broken if something happens to the ones you care about. Gideon, I’m terrified of growing closer with you and then losing you.”
Maybe it was the fever of heat that still hadn’t seemed to go down, or maybe it was the vulnerability of the situation, but Gideon had never heard his companion be so honest, let alone so panicked and distressed. He blinked, unsure of how to even handle it. “Frosty,” he whispered, staring at him for a long moment.
Frost looked down at the floor in shame. He turned, tail whipping behind him, and went for the door.
Gideon grabbed him by his other arm. “Frosty, please. Just wait. I’m scared of losin’ you, too.”
Frost’s head turned slowly. He blinked a few times, almost looking as if he was trying to process the words. He let his hand drop from the doorknob and turned back to face Gideon, seeming, for now, like he was going to stay.
“Listen, man,” Gideon said quietly, looking into Frost’s eyes as he decided now was the time to be vulnerable with him. This— this felt like more than a quick fuck, more than a transaction. This whole night had felt like more. “Meetin’ Kremy— it saved me. I wouldn’t still be around today if it weren’t for him. I’ve been so… so scared ever since then that somethin’ would happen to him, and I’d be back out on the streets. And then we met Gricko, and then you, an’ everythin’ sorta felt… right. I don’t wanna lose that. But it’s like Gricko always says— when ya love someone, or even just care about ‘em, they become everything to you. I know it’s a little different ‘cause he’s usually talkin’ about you or Hootsie when he says that, but…” He cut off his own nervous rambling, furiously shaking his head. “I’m tryin’ ta say it’s normal, Frosty. Havin’ feelin’s is normal, and it’s not anythin’ to be ashamed of. If your master or whatever told ya that, he’s more wrong than anyone on Avantris has ever been.”
Frost paused, opening his mouth as if in defense, but then he again shrank away, suddenly looking very, very tired. “But what if you leave? What if you all leave— or die, or decide I’m more trouble than I’m worth?”
Without hesitation, Gideon swept Frost up into a hug.
Frost yelped, a panicked little noise escaping from him as he threw his arms around Gideon’s neck and held on tight. The genasi wasn’t bothered by it, just holding him close and running gentle fingers through the fur on his cheeks and neck. “I would fight anythin’ in the nine hells for you, Frosty. You’re my friend. One of my best friends. I wouldn’t leave ya out to dry like that. I can’t speak for anybody else, but I ain’t goin’ nowhere if I got anythin’ to say about it.”
Eventually, the tabaxi did relax, the spiked fur along his spine settling as the tension seeped from him and his ears flattened to his head. His tail wrapped around them both. “I do want to continue these… meetings of ours. It’s a good release of tension and stress. But… if you don’t wish to, after tonight, I understand.”
Gideon actually scoffed at this, hugging him tighter. “It’s gonna take a lot more than a heart-to-heart to scare me away, darlin’,” he told Frost easily, squeezing him gently before setting him back down on his feet. They ended up inches apart as the tabaxi looked up at him, nearly nose to nose, breathing each other’s air, and Gideon quickly pulled back before he could do something stupid like close the gap.
To his surprise, though, Frost pulled him right back down by his collar, and ever so gently nuzzled at his neck and jaw as he chuffed softly, pressing his wet nose against Gideon’s in what almost felt like his form of a goodbye kiss. He even smiled as he pulled away, genuinely looking as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. “Thank you, Gideon,” he said before turning and leaving for real. The genasi couldn’t help but grin at the thought that he wasn’t just thanking him for the sex: maybe it was a little bit more.