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Morning Frost woke up late. Later than even Gricko, which was especially unusual. The tabaxi was normally a very early riser, as it was the only time he could get full silence to meditate. He loves his friends, but they are a… rambunctious lot. So once he finally awakened to the sun already above the horizon, he knew something was wrong. Frost felt hot. His head was pounding and he was sweating through his paw pads. Unsure of what was wrong with him, he threw on his robe and scuffled out of his tent, headed towards where he could hear his friends preparing breakfast.
“Morning Frosty!” Gricko knew his best friend to typically be up before the sun, but with the stress of their recent adventures the goblin figured that perhaps he just needed some more time in bed. Once he saw how disheveled the tiger was, however, he quickly realized something was wrong. Frost had fur sticking up at odd angles and he was shivering. He walked hunched in on himself, his tail puffed up as if he was on alert. He gave his friend a pained smile, before quickly looking away. “Hello, Gricko. What have we for breakfast?” Directing his attention to Kremy, who had clearly just finished cooking.
“We got sausage, eggs, and toast. I made your eggs nice and runny for you, and there’s fresh enough coffee in the pot yet.” The gator turned back to the conversation he was having with his husband, not noticing the state that Frost was in.
Frost turned to where Kremy had gestured, seeing that his plate had already been prepared for him. He poured himself a cup of only slightly stale coffee, and sat cross-legged on the dirt a small ways away from the group, tucking into his breakfast. Gricko was worried about his friend. Being quiet was nothing new, but the way he held himself and the expression he had led the goblin to believe something was wrong. “You alright Frosty?” The tabaxi glanced up at his friend before immediately staring back into his coffee cup. “Yeah I’m- ahem- I’m alright just- I had a rough sleep, woke up with a headache.” Frost realized that every time he looked at Gricko something pulled in his stomach. Was the sight of his friend causing him to be nauseous? Frost wasn’t very good at exploring emotions, but figured that probably wasn’t right. He probably just needed to lie down and wait out his cold, not worth wasting any bananyas over something like this. He finished his breakfast and excused himself back to his tent.
The moment he closed his tent flap, Frost threw off his robe and laid on his bedroll in just his pants. Why was he so warm? And why did looking at Gricko make him feel like puking? And why did his pants feel tighter, suddenly? And- wait. Fuck. No, no no, he can’t be, he’s usually so good at tracking it, makes sure he can go on a solo trip to ensure that he’s not incapacitated in such a way in front of his friends. Frost had gotten so caught up in the happenings of the crew the last two weeks that he lost track of his cycle, he was in heat. The realization made it even more intense, the throbbing in his groin became obvious. He needed to take care of this, but without a mate it could last for days, how would he explain this to the guys?
After watching his best friend excuse himself back to his tent almost immediately after getting up, Gricko felt he had to help him. If Frosty was sick, that was right up Gricko’s alley! He was a healer, after all, and what kind of friend would he be if left Frost to tough it out all by himself? Having made his mind up, Gricko got up and wandered over to the tiger’s tent.
Frost stripped himself of his pants. Now naked, he lay on top of his blankets, panting. His cock had unsheathed itself, achingly hard. He lowered a paw towards his crotch, lightly touching the pad of his finger to the head, circling it before gripping his cock, gasping at the contact. Frost forced himself to go slow, trying to convince himself that if he made the experience longer it would make the whole of his heat shorter. He stroked, up and down, slightly twisting his paw as he approached the head. “Hh– Gricko-” Fuck. Why did he say that? Why would he moan his friend’s name- surely it was a mistake and didn’t mean anything more. And if it wasn’t a mistake, Frost decided he would simply blame it on his heat. Gricko was uncoupled, so naturally Frost would think of him when filled with the desire to claim and breed something. No other reason.
Gricko approached the tent, and paused with his hand on the flap. Was Frost panting? Man, he really was sick. Why wouldn’t he just ask for help? That tiger could be so stubborn sometimes. Gricko didn’t put much more thought into the situation before entering the tent. “Frosty are you- Oh my~”
The sight that met the goblin brought a deep green flush to his cheeks and ears. Frost was laid face down, his rear end in the air. He was desperately grinding into his fist, mewling and panting, the end of his tail flicking. In his need he hadn’t yet noticed that he had an intruder watching him. Gricko looked on, unsure of what he should do. This was his friend, and being here was a violation of his privacy, but on the other hand, Frosty was the object of his dreams, although Gricko wasn’t quite willing to admit that. So for now he stood, waiting to be noticed.
Frost had picked up his pace, he was desperately trying to reach his climax, but without a mate his desire to breed was driving him crazy. He took a deep breath, smelling the scent of his own heat and- Shit. Frost fell to his stomach and grabbed his robe, vaguely throwing it on before flipping over to face Gricko. “What the- Gricko- Get OUT!” He snarled, though the thought of someone being here- of Gricko being here made his cock pulse.
“Oh Frosty I’m sorry I just- you woke up late and you- you looked all sick and then you ran off to your tent and I wanted to help cause you were sick but then I came in here and you were- and I’m sorry and-” Gricko paused before continuing, afraid if he waited longer he’d lose any courage he had. “I still want to help you get… Better. If you want. Frosty.” Gricko’s face was three shades darker than usual, and he refused to look his friend in the eye. Frost could smell the arousal coming off of him. “Gricko- don’t say that, I can’t hold myself back very well in this state.” It was taking everything he had not to pounce the goblin and take him right then.
“Well, Frosty, I. I mean it. And maybe I would like to do this even if you were bursting at the seams with the need to-” Gricko was silenced as Frost came down on him, attacking his mouth with his own, paws digging into his shoulders before moving to explore the rest of the goblin’s small body. Gricko took in a shaky breath as Frost moved his mouth down to nibble at the base of his neck. “Frosty~” “Master. Call me sir or master.” “Ohoho, yes sir.” Gricko’s cock was tenting his pants, straining to be freed. He stepped back from Frost’s devouring of him, then looked down- or straight ahead, rather- at the tabaxi’s own cock, not at all concealed due to the haphazard draping of his robe. “Can I, sir?” “It’s may-” Frost was cut off by a moan as Gricko grabbed his cock and started licking the tip. Gricko swirled his tongue around the head, eyes wide, looking up at Frost’s face for approval. He was met with hungry eyes and a paw gripping the hair at the back of his head. “Are you okay with me being a little rough, kitten?” Gricko took his mouth off of Frost. “I’m okay with you being a lot rough, master.”
With that permission, Frost pinned Gricko to the floor, nipping at his long ears. He worked his paws under the goblin’s top, pulling it off before ducking down to lick and tweak at his mate’s nipples. “Fuck, sir, please-” Gricko’s hand were on the back of Frost’s head, grabbing at the fur there. His hips bucked up, looking for any sort of friction. Frost growled. “So needy- fuck, I’ll get my chance to toy with you later. Right now I need to breed you.” He pounced, yanking Gricko’s bottoms down, shoving his head below his balls, sniffing deeply there. “Fuck, you smell so good kitten.”
Frost’s tongue was huge and rough on the underside of Gricko’s sack, licking from the edge of his hole up to his cock, enveloping him before putting his maw around the whole of Gricko’s shaft. “Fuck that- gods that feels amazing sir~” Frost bobbed his head, pressing his tongue against the vein running up the underside of his mate’s cock. One of his paws held Gricko’s hip, the other was at his ass, circling his thumb around the tight hole. Gricko thrusted into his mouth, earning a tight squeeze by the paw at his hip and a growl from the mouth around his cock, sending vibrations through his whole body. Frost dipped his thumb into Gricko’s ass, slowly working him open, before moving his paw to his own cock, replacing the finger in Gricko with his mage hand. One finger, then two, then three, slowly working the goblin open, moving in time with Frost’s stroking, extracting moans and whimpers from Gricko, feeling overwhelmed with the sensations at both sides of his body. “Please sir, please-” “Please what, kitten?” “Fuck me~”
Frost didn’t need any more encouragement, dispelling the mage hand and moving upwards, nipping and licking his way up Gricko’s body, settling with his head in the crook of Gricko’s neck. Frost’s cock hovered against the smaller man’s hole, and he slowly sunk in, giving his mate time to adjust to him, bottoming out with a loud guttural moan. He sat there for a moment before Gricko whined. “Please master, ruin me. Breed me.” Frost lost it, and started fucking into him with a brutal pace, hard and unforgiving, huffing and growling, biting Gricko’s neck. “Mine. You. Are. Mine.” Accentuating each word with an aggressive thrust into his partner. “Fuck, you’re gonna look so good with my cubs in you, kitten.” This pushed Gricko over the edge and he spilled white onto his belly, vision blurring as Frost fucked him through his orgasm. “Master- I- Fuck!”
Frost sat up, pulling Gricko with him as he moved onto his haunches. Cock still inside, he turned his mate around so he was on his hands and knees, giving the tabaxi a better angle to pound into him mercilessly. “Fuck kitten I’m gonna-” Frost’s knot was swelling, rubbing against Gricko’s hole every time he thrust his hips forward. Gricko cried out. “Please master, please knot me, breed me please, please!” Frost thrust forward harder, slamming his full length and knot into Gricko, stuck inside, grinding against him. “FUCK I’m-” Gricko felt Frost spill into him, warmth spreading throughout his body, the cum held in place by the swollen knot. The feeling of it pushed Gricko over the edge again, and he came across the blanket beneath him.
Frost hardened again, his heat still in full control of his body. Gricko was exhausted, his small body shaking from the after effects of his orgasms. Frost flipped him back over to face him, before rolling over himself so that Gricko was on top, lying against the tabaxi’s furry chest. “Sir I- I can’t I’m-” “Shhh kitten, I’ll do the work don’t worry.” Frost grinded into Gricko, holding him against his body, still locked together with his knot inside. “I’m tired, sir. But you can. You can keep using me, I want you to feel better, master.” Gricko whined as his mate gently rocked his hips up into him, mewling and licking the tips of his ears. “Shh kitten. I’ve got you. I- I love you.” “I love you too, Frosty.” Gricko drifted off to sleep, his partner inside, softly grinding against his walls.
When Gricko awoke, it was evening. Frost was no longer inside of him, asleep himself now, curled around his mate, an arm and tail over him protectively. When he shifted to look at his partner, Gricko felt the cum inside of him move around and leak out. Frost had fallen asleep before getting to cleaning up. When he attempted to sit up, hoping to be able to grab a cloth to clean himself, Frost stirred and pulled him closer. “Mmmmm- Gricko” “Yes, Frosty?” “I love you.” “I love you too.” Gricko decided he would deal with the feeling for now, clean up would come later. For now he was in the arms of his best-friend-turned-lover and he was content.