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Suppose Gideon knew that there was some sort of fey bullshittery with the disconnect of his froggy little body and his view of Frost as he straddled the poor tabaxi’s fused legs. But that’s not really important when he desperately needed a kiss to rid himself of the frog prince curse.
Sure he was being a pest, interrupting serious conversations, asking everybody for a kiss or two, but he doesn’t like being a frog, who does? So when Frost gestured him over, heh well.
Hell, he’s just surprised that Frost agreed to kiss him in the first place.
So that’s where he found himself, his tiny frog body sitting on top of Frost’s fused legs waiting for the tabaxi to make his move. Frost sighed and grabbed him by the shirt, exasperatedly dragging him down (up?) to face level and he found it… really adorable? Hell, any time Frost’s expression changes from that stern, nonchalant one he always has on he counts it as a personal victory, even more so when it’s because of him.
Anyways, he wasn’t really expecting too much. Frost was… well, usually as cold as his namesake, monotonous, frigid even. So, thinking nothing of it, he obnoxiously puckered his lips and leaned (upward? downward?) and met the tabaxi’s lips with his own.
To say he was floored was an understatement. Frost was… a good kisser? No scratch that, he was an amazing kisser? Gideon wasn’t one to toot his own horn, he knows he’s an amazing kisser but Frost ? He tasted sweet as well, like cupcakes and a handful of tarts and that really took the experience to a whole nother level.
He groaned, shivers travelling up and down his spine as their tongues danced around each other (when did that even happen?!). He didn’t even realise when he pinned Frost down into the dirt and started getting a little bit too handsy with him.
He was definitely burning brighter when he finally snapped out of it, after a crazed Kremy had pulled them apart, protecting Frost from him as he cited demons and curses, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He looked at Frost in surprise to find the tabaxi in his usual nonchalant, almost unimpressed even, expression (which did hurt his pride a little bit, he wasn’t gonna lie). The only evidence of the past couple minutes was how frumpled his robes were and the quick rise and fall of his chest.
“I was just testing the hypothesis that…” he stated flatly, as he usually does, and trailed off about the possibilities of being under more fey curses but Gideon wasn’t even listening at that point.
He just felt confused in more ways than one as he looked down at himself and all he saw was his sad little frog body, lips tingling all too pleasantly.
So maybe he was feeling out of it, confusion and something else clouding his judgement.
Maybe he came off a little bit too strong and the stupid kenku got scared and escaped to the Pixie Kingdom. Whatever, right? He’s always confused anyway, and always aggressive! But why does something feel out of place?
He never even noticed just how much the fey curses have ramped up until he found himself weirdly attracted to a Gricko with two donkey heads and corpse for a body, old human Kremy in a bear suit, and once again, to Frost.
(Not that he usually notices them anyway)
But hey! No–! They look like busty beautiful women. He couldn’t help himself. So yes, he flirted, and yes, he knew that behind the visage of these beautiful busty women, were his friends, his teammates, his… coworkers? Did he care?
Maybe not as much as he thought he would.
He flirted with Gricko, donkey heads and all (two heads were always better than one as they always say), and he flirted with Kremy because hey he’s heard enough stories about old gramma gums and maybe he’s raring for an excuse to finally get the fantasy going. He… did he flirt with Frost?
Not as much maybe, which was honestly quite strange given that, at the moment, Frost was maybe the most normal busty babe in his party. Was there something about the tabaxi that was making him consciously decide not to flirt with him? Why was the thought alone bringing heat to his chest and a pleasant buzzing on his skin? Was it obvious?
Maybe it was because Kremy decided to intervene.
One troll-y facepaint later he suddenly felt Frost’s heavy gaze on him and they locked eyes, and he can’t deny that he was definitely wildly attracted to Frost, he just needed to determine if it was because of the beautiful busty babe visage or not.
“Gideon…”
He dropped Gricko then, right on top of Kremy and stomped towards Frost, tips of his hair glowing brighter, temperature rising, trousers getting tighter with every step.
He still didn’t really know if it was the fey curse that made Frost look so… alluring, the come hither look in his golden eyes stoking the fire in his gut.
Hell, Frost was even the one that propositioned him, and can he really say no to those eyes?
He grabbed Frost, but nearly dropped him when he yelped in pain, but it was a different kind of pained yelp, the good kind, he knew because Frost grasped at him desperately, the wanton look in his eyes pushing through the busty babe haze and striking him directly where it matters.
His dick.
He kissed Frost again, tongue first this time, now driven by lust instead of a wayward desire to break a frog prince curse, and it was like slaking a thirst he never knew he had.
It was intense and he couldn’t get enough, pinning Frost against the nearest tree to further ravish him, tongues, teeth, and lips wandering and marking as they undressed each other with wild abandon. Frost’s legs found themselves around his hips and when their erections made contact Frost, yes that Frost, moaned loudly.
Meanwhile Kremy was laying face down on the ground looking on in horror along with a crowd of fellow carnival goers that had the rotten luck of passing by. Even the folks in the Pixie Kingdom were transfixed, the poor little employee who was standing by the door, clutching a fistful of what looks like red pixie dust frozen by the gate. Gricko was… a little bit too interested in the action and Kremy’s just thankful about the corpse body curse.
“damn it Gid, I thought you’d at least do this in private” he groaned, as tried to shove Gricko off and reach for his cane. He gave a valiant effort in trying to stop the whole thing by poking at Gideon’s calves with the cane but no dice, he of all people should know that once the genasi starts, he’s not gonna stop.
He just hopes that they don’t get kicked out of the Witchlight Carnival because of this.
Gideon groaned as Frost arched into him with a breathtaking moan, high-pitched keens sounding like music to his sensitive ears. The departure from the tabaxi’s usual nonchalance and monotony inflating his ego because he was the one that reduced Frost into this moaning babbling mess.
But then Frost moaned something.. something relating to trolls and he felt a knot in his stomach. He thought it might be jealousy, sure as hell felt like jealousy but that'd mean he was jealous of his troll visage? it was still him making the tabaxi moan wasn't it?
He would've stopped thrusting too if he wasn't such a great lover.
He carried on, pounding into the tabaxi like his life depended on it, white hot pleasure licking at his nerves, Frost clawing at his back as he panted and mewled in pleasure.
He'd tease Frost but his mind was already preoccupied with sex and confusion. Adding a third thing to that would just overload his brain.
Frost was gazing up at him with such a fire in his eyes but again he was looking at him but not quite at him. Dammit Frost, here he was madly trying to bat away this stupid busty babe haze to get a better look at him and yet–
He barely had a chance to catch up to that particular thought when Frost tightened around him, cumming with a sharp yelp, and Gideon found himself following suit as he saw stars in his eyes as he filled the tabaxi with his warmth.
He came to, with taffy in his mouth and a cigarette in his hand courtesy of Kremy, and the gravity of the situation finally dawned on him.
Pixies had to pull him off Frost, sweaty and heady with afterglow. He barely had the chance to see what kind of aftermath surrounded them since Kremy had rapidly snapped his fingers to cast prestidigitation at a good couple square metres around them.
He couldn’t look anyone in the eyes. Complicated feelings swirling inside him had his face burning hotter than usual, the sticky sweet taffy in his mouth melting into a thing so sweet and syrupy that it coated his tongue and throat. He cast a quick glance toward Frost to find him back to his usual stance, nonchalantly chewing on his own sticky sweet salve also with a cigarette between his fingers.
And he couldn’t help but focus on the tabaxi’s mouth, the surprisingly soft lips, and he’s overcome with the urge to compare flavours in the best way possible.
Frost caught his eyes and he ducked away, refusing to listen to whatever it was he was saying but Frost was always fond of butting into his mind and speaking there instead.
‘Don’t worry about it Gideon, we were under a fey spell. Yadda yadda yadda’ and Gideon knows he’s right, that, in the grand scheme of things, whatever happened the past half hour didn’t really matter.
And… it doesn’t… right? But why was there an incessant feeling coiling in his stomach…