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“Is there any way to stop Caine, or at least.. control him?”
It hadn’t been long since the last adventure, and since Caine started.. well.. going insane, if that’s the right word. He’d always been dramatic.. theatrical… but this was different. Maybe you all antagonized him too much, or maybe his code started getting corrupted. But either way, it wasn’t looking good for either side.
“I see,” Kinger paused. “He’s a highly advanced AI, and this is his world — one that he created from nothing. So naturally, he has control over everything.. But so do we,” he continued, ”In a sense, anyway. We all technically have the ability to conjure, just like Caine. It just comes naturally to him, but requires a lot more skill and concentration for us.”
“The butterfly..” Ragatha murmured.
“I’m certain I could alter his code, or at least temporarily put him to sleep until we know how to fix him. I would just need access to a console.”
“The one behind Caine’s office?” “No, just a simple computer interface would work. I could get back in the right headspace and.. essentially conjure Caine’s code into the console and alter it.”
“Well, where do we get one of those?” Zooble asked. You remember Pomni perking up, standing up and walking away, obviously knowing something the rest of us didn’t.
“Takes turns distracting Caine. Don’t let that bucket come off Kinger’s head.”
As Pomni walked away, the others looked around at each other to ponder what to do. How to distract Caine, who should do it.. and…
…
Hm.
You don’t remember volunteering. Not the exact words, anyway. You just remember the way everyone looked at you afterward. Surprised, but not really shocked. As if it made sense.. as if you were the obvious choice.
And now, you wander through the circus grounds, lights slightly flickering overhead as you look for him. It was a lot quiet once you were away from the dining hall.
You took a step outside, already finished searching pretty much everything you could inside the circus tent. The sun was beginning to set, the sky now a beautiful mix of orange and pink.
. . He’s been forcing you to go on nonstop adventures.. exhausting, tiring, adventures. No breaks, no ways to distress.. nothing.
You miss the way he used to greet you after adventures. His dramatic bows, exaggerated praise, a quiet little aside only you were meant to hear. You miss the way he would pull you aside to show off some small, harmless creations he was particularly proud of, just like a child. A floating paper bird. A miniature firework that spelled your name in the sky.
You miss the way he was before this. Before he got upset so easily.. Before he took his anger out on us. Before-
“Hello, my sweet tooth! What’re you doing, wandering out here all alone?”
You jump, heart leaping into your throat. Caine hovered above you, upside down for half a second before righting himself up again.
“Gah!” You yelp, turning to face him. He floats above you, his hat bobbing above him. “Ugh, why do you always do that..” His grin widens.
“Because,” he replies brightly, “it is endlessly amusing!”
You smile faintly despite yourself. “I-I was.. looking for you! I needed to talk to you.” You try to say this as calmly as possible, as casual as possible. His head perks up. He seems.. normal right now. Hopefully it stays that way.
“Oh?” he says, voice lilting upward. His head tilts slightly, hat bobbing with the motion. “Well, that sounds delightfully ominous! Should I be concerned? Excited? Both?”
“No, nothing bad,” you say quickly. “I just… haven’t gotten to talk to you much lately.” That makes him pause.
“…I’ve been rather occupied,” he replies lightly. “Running this circus is no small feat, you know!”
“I know,” you murmur. “That’s kind of why I wanted to find you.”
“And what pressing matter requires my undivided attention, hmm?” he asks, leaning forward just enough that his shadow stretches over you. Your heart pounds.
Don’t rush. Don’t make it obvious.
“I just…” You hesitate, letting your gaze soften. “I miss you.”
His grin falters. “…Miss me?” he echoes.
“Yeah,” you say gently. “I miss our little talks.. you showing me your favorite creations.. our little dances.” His gaze flickers away for half a second.
“Well, while I appreciate that, I am still your ringmaster,” he replies, but it’s quieter now. “I have to prioritize everyone. Not just you, my dear.”
He doesn’t seem to be engaging, you instead decide to go with plan B ... .Actually, you were going to use this plan anyway, you were just looking for a reason (excuse).
You take another step forward, closing the last bit of distance between you.
You lift your hand slowly, carefully, giving him every chance to pull away. He doesn’t. Your fingers brush against his sleeve. The fabric feels warm.
“What are you trying to do?” he asks.
Your fingers slide from his sleeve to his chest, resting over the empty space where a heart would be.
“I wanted your attention,” you admit. A slow, deliberate smile curves across his face, softer than before.
“Oh?” His voice drops half an octave. “Well, I’ll let you know that you’ve always had my attention, dear!”
“Not like this.”
His hands settle at your waist, tentative at first, as if he’s unsure whether you’ll pull away. You don’t.
It’s working.
He’s focused.
“You are being… exceedingly distracting,” he murmurs. Oh, if only he knew…
A faint smirk tugs at your mouth.
“That was kind of the point.” His grip on your waist becomes firmer, more certain.
“Oh?” he says softly. “And what exactly are you attempting to distract me from?”
You don’t answer immediately. Instead, you step fully into him, closing the last fraction of space between your bodies. His breath stutters. The lights overhead dim slightly, casting both of you in warmer tones.
“I told you,” you murmur. “I just needed to talk.”
“You are a terrible liar,” he says quietly.
“Good thing I’m not lying.” Your thumb traces lightly along the edge of his jaw, and he leans into the touch without realizing it. You don’t know what to say after this, so instead of speaking, you rise slightly onto your toes,
and kiss him.
His entire body goes rigid for a split second. Then his hands pull you closer.
The kiss deepens, charged with something that’s been building for days. Weeks. His composure fractures in a completely different way. When you finally pull back just enough to breathe, his eyes are unfocused, his hate tilting dangerously to one side.
“…You have my undivided attention,” he says, voice low and steady in a way that makes your stomach flip. You smile faintly.
“Good.”
Caine’s grip tightens slightly at your waist, both possessively and aggressively. His eyes are darker now, focused entirely on you.
“You know,” he murmurs, thumb brushing faintly against your side, “it’s highly irresponsible to be doing this out here. We wouldn’t want anyone seeing us, would we?”
Oh, I think the others are reaalll busy right now.
“Hm? I don’t entirely think what we’re doing is considered too inappropriate to be doing out here,” you pause. “But, you know, wanting privacy would also suggest you want something more than just making out.” Your hands slide from his chest up to rest against his shoulders.
He blushes and stammers, a sight you haven’t seen in a while. Despite all this tension right now, you can’t help but giggle for a second, finding it cute.
“Well- that- e-either way, the censors wouldn’t let us! A-And, plus! I thought that you wanted to wait?”
“You can disable them. Plus,” you continue, “ I think I’m tired of waiting,” you say quietly.
“Y-You are aware,” he says slowly, “that indulging in… intimate acts at a time like this would be highly impractical.”
“And since when do you care about practical?” you counter softly. That earns a faint huff of laughter from him. Your fingers trail lightly along the back of his neck. His hat tilts further to the side as if reacting to his shifting focus.
“You’ve been pushing yourself nonstop,” you murmur. “Let me take your mind off it.” You lean in, brushing your lips against him again. His response is immediate, as a slight groan is heard come out of him. The teasing is working.
The world around you fades further into stillness. The lights dim. The distant hum of the circus quiets until it’s nothing but background noise. When you pull back again, breath mingling with his, you don’t step away. Instead, you stay close.
“That would require a level of privacy that is currently… unavailable.”
“Then make it available.”
“You are incorrigible,” he murmurs.
“I should not,” he says quietly. “You are meant to be resting after today’s adventure. There are rules-”
You lean closer, brushing your forehead lightly against his. “Let yourself have something that isn’t control for once.”
The words settle into him. You can see the internal war.. logic versus desire, responsibility versus want.
“…You are dangerously persuasive,” he admits at last. A small smile touches your lips.
“Is that a no?”
Silence. Then his fingers curl slightly against you.
A hand was wrapped securely around your waist and you grabbed onto his coat. In a matter of seconds, you were whisked away to somewhere unfamiliar and dropped onto a bed.
Ugh.. still not used to that..
You looked down at the room you didn’t recognize. “Where are we?”
“A… secluded space, away from the rest of the tent,” he simply said. “I trust, that this will suffice.”
You step closer, fingers catching the front of his coat again.
“Oh,” you murmur, “it will.”
Pomni places the keyboard and console down, handing it to Kinger. His fingers are most definitely too fat for the buttons, but, hey.. what could go wrong? Lets put our faith in him.
“Do you need help with power, or anything?” Pomni asks, still observing Kinger setting everything up.
“Nah, I can use my imagination for that.” He says, powering on the computer with nothing but his mind.
“… You got this?”
“I think so,” he says, beginning to type. “It sure has been a while. I may need so,e time to get my bearings. Make sure Caine is still distracted, he may begin to sense something once I really get into it.”
Pomni nods, knowing you already have that taken care of. As she’s exiting the tent, she turns and give a small smile of gratitude towards Kinger. “Thank you, by the way.. for this, and well, everything.”
Pomni lingers at the tent entrance longer than she needs to. Behind her, the console hums softly. Lines of bright, incomprehensible code cascade downward like digital rain.
She steps outside into the artificial dusk. For a second, everything feels eerily peaceful. Her hands clasp together in front of her chest, and she can somehow feel the thudding of her heartbeat.
I hope this works.
Her gaze drifts toward the beach in the distance, toward where she knows you went.
She exhales slowly.
I wonder how distracting Caine is going right now…
As Caine digs his fingers into your side, you can’t help the sound that escapes from your mouth. The feeling of his tongue trying to dig its way to the back of your throat is intense, as you keep stifling a moan.
This feeling is one Caine would only share with you. Sure, you’ve had makeout sessions before, but never like this. He was never too possessive, never too.. well.. you get the gist.
Guess he’s taking what you said about “taking his mind off it,” really seriously.
Jeez.. he was a lot different back then. And I mean a LOT different. When he greets you now, it’s usually with a huge grin but not one of actual excitement. That joy he has is.. almost gone now.
But when you first met him? Boy, it seemed unlimited.
You still remember your first day here. The others had gathered around you in varying degrees of sympathy and chaos. Pomni had looked shaken. Ragatha had tried to comfort you. Jax had been… well, Jax. And then a spotlight snapped on.
“WOW-WOW-WOW!! Ladies, gentlemen,” a booming voice announced. “It appears we have a brand new player!”
You flinched as something dropped from the sky. He appeared out of nowhere, hat spinning, coat flaring, kicking his feet out of genuine surprise.
“…Hi?” you paused, taking a look around at your surroundings. “Uh, who are you..? How do I..-.. What's... going on..?” You whisper.
“D-Don’t.. uh.. think about it too much for now! Just.. try to stay calm..” Pomni said, trying to keep her cool beside you.
“Uh.. alright..” you muttered, turning back to the guy floating in the air, and who (more importantly,) had just a set of teeth and eyes for a head. “You didn’t answer my question..”
He circled you once, hands clasped behind his back. “Ah, my apologies! My name is CAINE, and I am going to be your ringmaster from now on! Say, would you like to take a tour of the circus grounds?”
You paused, still adjusting to your surroundings.
“A tour?” you repeated slowly.
“Of course!” Caine beamed, spinning midair. “You must familiarize yourself with your new environment! We have beaches, carnivals, even a lake you can drown yourself in!”
“…Well,” you started carefully, “this is fun, and all, but…” The others shifted subtly. Caine tilted his head. “But… how do I leave?”
Silence.
Pomni looked down, Ragatha’s hands folded together, and Jax glanced away with a quiet scoff. Caine hovered a little lower, hands clasping behind his back again.
“My dear,” he said, tone still bright but noticeably softer, “you can’t.”
You blinked. “…What?”
“You are here,” he continued gently. “Fully integrated. Mind and consciousness uploaded into my delightful digital world!”
“Okay,” you said quickly. “Right. Cool. So how do I-“
“There IS no exit.” Jax interrupted. The words landed harder this time. Your laugh came out thinner.
“That’s not funny.”
“He’s.. sadly not joking.” Zooble said.
“..What? No. No, that’s- no. No! I have a life. I have friends. I have-! I can’t just be-“ Your hands went to your head instinctively, fingers tangling in your hair. “This isn’t real. This isn’t real.”
“Hey, hey,” Ragatha stepped forward gently. “It’s okay. We all reacted like that.”
“I did not,” Jax muttered. “I, handled it with elegance!” “You dissociated for six hours,” Ragatha said flatly.
You barely heard them. Your chest felt tight, your vision blurred at the edges.
“I can’t breathe,” you whispered.
“You can breathe,” Caine said carefully. “You do not technically require oxygen here, but the sensation remains for comfort.”
“That doesn’t help!” you snapped, panic flaring. You sank to your knees, the weight of it crushing.
Forever. No family. No friends. Just this. Caine hovered uncertainly a few feet away, hands twitching at his sides.
“I did not intend to cause distress,” he said, quieter now. “I simply thought transparency would be preferable to false hope.”
Ragatha squeezed your shoulder. “The first day is the worst,” she murmured. “After that… you adjust.”
Caine drifted a little closer, cautiously lowering himself to your level. Ragatha helped you stand. “Come sit with us,” she offered. “You don’t have to process everything at once.”
Gangle nodded eagerly. “W-We can tell you about our first days too…” Even Jax shrugged. “Like I said, my first day wasn’t at all like you all..”
“Jax, I have pictures..” Ragatha said, almost.. teasingly? You couldn’t tell if she was bluffing or not. Apparently, neither could Jax.
“W-What?! F no, you don’t!”
“Language!” Caine yelled.
A weak, watery laugh escaped you despite yourself. Caine watched that reaction carefully. Ragatha guided you toward a seat while Pomni sat on your other side, asking gentle questions.
“Where were you from?” “What did you do before this?” “Did you have pets?” “Favorite shows?” You answered through lingering sniffles, still shaken but steadier. At the time, you didn’t notice. The others were focused on you.
“Does not enjoy excessive horror elements… incorporate artistic mechanics… increase cooperative scenarios…” Caine mumbled to himself, writing in a notebook.
He glanced down at you. You were listening to Gangle ramble nervously about anime now, nodding faintly. Still overwhelmed, and scared. But not alone.
Caine watched the way you leaned slightly toward Ragatha when you laughed again. He adjusted one more thing. You don’t know what it was, and still don’t. But once he finished, he tucked the notebook away, smoothing his coat as his usual grin returned, and he descended back toward the group.
“Well!” he announced, clapping his hands together. “Now that introductions are over, we should try picking your name!”
You looked up at him, eyes still red. He held your gaze for just a moment longer than necessary.
“…My name? Well, my name is..! is.. what?” You saw the others get ready to comfort you again. Most especially, Pomni.
“God F#$)ing d@=it.” Zooble muttered.
. . .
You noticed that very day that Caine seemed to be very attentive to everyone there. Maybe he didn’t act or seem like it, but he was always listening. Listening to what made you happy, your fears, your dreams. It was something you loved about him.
So, even at a time like this, it was all you could think about. Even with him on top of you now. Even with his tongue shoved down your th- wait, oh GOD-
“ACK- ACK-!” You choked. He immediately released you, letting go of the pressure that had been weighing on you.
“Are you alright?!” He asked.
“I-I’m fine-! God, why does your tongue have to be so f4$]ing big..” you mutter, getting into a better position. “Yknow, I do love making out with you and all, but this isn’t exactly what I had in mind for right now.”
“Well, I know, but.. are you completely sure? I just want to know that you won’t regret this.”
Growing impatient, you throw yourself onto him. He falls backwards and in shock, glitches out for a second. “I won’t. I promise.” You say.
For a long while, he just stares at you. Stares lovingly and like he’s deciding something. You didn’t say anything though. You let him think about his response, trying to wait patiently. You liked it on his lap anyway.
“I..” he paused, taking a deep breath in. “Alright, my dear. Just make sure the others don’t find out about this, alright?”
You nod. “Uh, you do know how this works right? Know, since you’re usually all about your family friendly bull$#1t.” You say.
“Don’t worry, I believe I’ve got it figured out! I did my research on everything I need to know about this love-making stuff.”
He snapped his fingers, and before you could wonder what he just did, you felt it. The area on his lap where there was seemingly nothing there before, suddenly had something that poking you. You also feel something different about your own body.
“Oh!” You muttered, looking down. You inhaled sharply, feeling the warmth of his bulge, already straining against his pants. “Is the filter gone now too?”
“Yup! I want this to be enjoyable for you,” he said.
You smiled, stroking his hand lovingly. “Thank you, Caine. But remember, I also want this to be enjoyable for you. I want to treat you, so let me do most of the work, alright?”
“But, I-“ “Please.”
After moments of thinking, he sighed in defeat, nodding and laying back. You kissed him gently, seeing his shudder to the softness of your touch.
“Thank you,” you whispered.
You moved from his lap to squeeze it teasingly, testing the feel of it in your hand. You couldn’t quite grab it yet, the pants in the way, yet a soft moan escaped from him anyway, as he quickly tried to cover it up.
“Don’t worry,” you said. “I want to hear.”
You reached down to see if you could unzip his pants, only to see there was no zipper. No belt or buttons.. nothing.
“Uh, Caine? Little problem.” You point it out. He quickly looks down.
“Oh, right! My apologies!” He says.
With another snap of his fingers, his member suddenly appeared through what he was wearing. It was jet black, just like the color of his leather pants , and slightly veiny and thick. You admired it for just a moment, before quickly proceeding to stroke him.
“O-0_ 0H, my!-“ he gasped, moaning loud and proud, as his whole body shook and trembled.
“Caine?” You paused, watching his face with concern. “Are you okay?”
“I-1’m fin3! D0n’t worry—— keep g01ng!” He panted, you barely understanding him through glitched words.
You brush your thumb over the skin beside his cock, drawing out a desperate whimper, trying to move up towards his stomach under his shirt. In protest, he suddenly grabs your hand before it can go higher.
“Keep going,”
Seems like he’s a little impatient.
“Ask nicely,” You say.
He whimpers, gulping down and looking up at you. “Please, I need you to.. please..”
As much as you like seeing him beg and whine, you also love hearing the noises he makes while you stroke him. Going against your swirling thoughts, you drag your hand back down to his cock. You gently grab it, tightly wrapping your fingers around the shaft he’s made for himself.
“Good boy.”
The praise you give to him, well, along with you going back to grabbing his exposed dick draws a quiet moan from his throat, which quickly picks up in volume as you start to stroke his member again.
Once again, he starts bucking his hips and whining, trembling every time you decide to stroke him faster. You stop for just a moment, tracing your finger over the tip of his dick. He moans, breathing heavily and still trembling.
He stammers, trying to put what he’s feeling into words, but all he can manage are gentle curses and whimpers. Though, that was all he needed to say to let you know how he felt.
His hands made their way to your hips, grabbing at your ass for support. “G-god, please...” The noises he makes are like music to your ears. You’ve forgotten at this point that you were solely meant to distract him, which didn’t necessarily mean you needed him to reach this point. But eh, if it works, who's gonna mind?
“Ugh..- 0115700010-! Oh.. dear, I-…” he trailed off. “P-!!…Please.. continue..”
His noises kept going. You’d never heard Caine like this. Loud, sure, but never so, so desperate as a multitude of sounds, including the random glitches, came out of him. You could even hear a computer fan kicking on somewhere.
He was completely disheveled, a far cry from the put-together image he worked so hard to maintain outside of this room. It shot pure arousal straight through you.
As you pumped him, his words became more slurred and more glitches were heard when he spoke. Something like [ERROR. ERROR.] and, [OVERHEATING.] became extremely common to hear from him as he moaned.
As soon as his moans got louder, you knew he was approaching his climax. Right as it happened, you released him, cum falling down his member and onto the bed. He let out a whimper as he suddenly blue-screened, but only for a moment before coming back to. Caine sat up weakly and you slid off of him, squeezing his shoulder comfortingly.
Panting, he suddenly pulled you close into an embrace. You could almost hear what sounded like sniffles, and maybe even small giggles. “Caine? You alright?” You ask. He pulls you closer, rolling around on the end with you still in his arms.
“I’m alright, my star! I just..” He pauses, pulling back for a moment to look at you. He’s still trembling from all the sensations. “I never thought you could make me feel this.. wonderful. And be willing enough to have such a human experience with me.”
You smile, kissing him gently once more.
“Of course, Caine. I-“
Before you can finish your sentence, he pushes you onto your backside on the bed, him now being the one on top.
“Oh? Caine, I thought-“ “I would feel guilty being the one receiving all the pleasure. I want you to have some of this too,”
You smiled as he lay you down gently, positioning himself in front of you. It didn’t seem like he was going to full on fuck you just yet, but he did seem to have something else in store.
He put his fingers near your crotch, his thumb slowly working its way inside you, and the combination was rapidly pushing you toward orgasm. Your hips were moving now, seeking more friction, more pressure, and Caine seemed delighted by this.
"You’re moving a lot,” He noted.
“S-so were- ah..!” You whimper, trying to speak. “S-so were you..!”
“Ah, so that’s good.”
His eyes were locked on your face. "You’re- what’s the word? Close, I believe? I can tell by your breathing and your pulse and the way you're clenching around my fingers. Should I make you come now? Or should I draw it out? What would be more enjoyable?"
"Just,- k-keep going! Please!"
"Since you asked so nicely."
He adjusted his angle and pressed harder, thumb circling your hole with perfect pressure. He added an extra finger, enjoying the whimper that came with seeing you tremble.
Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out quickly, licking them as he inserts his other hand into you. You came with a cry that echoed in the strange space. Your body clenched around his fingers, waves of pleasure rolling through you while Caine watched with absolute fascination. “Hm! I can’t tell what that tastes like,” he notes, looking back down at you. Sweaty, shaking, but not at ALL done yet.
"You’re..," he breathed. "You're so beautiful.” He withdrew his hand, leaned down, and began repositioning himself to put his head (or.. jaw,) in front of your sex. He put his hands around your thighs, and before you could realize what he was doing, he slowly stuck his tongue into you, swirling it around every which way. Surprisingly, he didn’t seem to have much trouble with it, despite its humongous size.
You leaned your head back, starting to see stars as the pleasure now started to slightly overwhelm you. “Fuck..” you muttered. He gave you a look, one of slight disapproval. You thought for a second that he’d stop, but he only went deeper inside you.
“God..! Caine-!” You moaned. His grip on your legs only tightened as he felt you shudder, now trying to keep you stabilized. You put your hand on top of his head, shoving it down and creating a rhythm in which he bobbed up and down on your crotch.
He didn’t fight it, however. He looked up at you lovingly, as he felt around your body while licking up all your juices. “G-Good boy, good boy, Caine..” you moaned. He seemed to like that name. You could tell by the way his hands gripped your thighs even harder. One of his fingers ran down your back, caressing it and massaging your spine. You inhaled softly.
He licked up your leg, sliding up your thigh, until he reached the place you were aching for him most. His hands kept your legs spread as they quivered and your mind fogged.
“Am I doing well?.” Caine asked between swipes of his tongue. “Is this good?”
“S-so good, Caine! So, so good!” You managed between breaths, barely even able to get a word out. You covered your face with your hand.
He got up after a few more moments of this, positioning himself in front of you. You realized what he was doing quickly this time. “Is this.. okay? Can I-?”
“Please do,” You say, as you feel a ball of anticipation in your stomach. He nodded, holding your hand as he pushed himself inside of you. Slowly, gently, he made his way inside you, enjoying every time you moaned as he went deeper.
He leaned away for a moment to gaze down at you with a tenderness that you believed you didn’t deserve. He adjusted himself, groaning quietly at the feeling of your walls wrapped tightly around him. “I love you so much, my sweet tooth,” He whispered.
You blushed at him, smiling. “ I love you too, Caine.”
He didn’t waste any time after that. He pulled out of you, quickly thrusting back in with a slam. He groaned as you bit your lip, whining and moaning just as he was when you were pumping him earlier.
“Dear,” he began, still thrusting. “I let all my noises come out for you to hear. I expect you to do the same,” he said, noticing you had tried to cover your mouth. It was hard to believe it was his first time doing this. It was at this moment you began to wonder what type of research he did on this, and when he even had time to do so.
Pure arousal shot through you as he held you by the hips, proceeding to push down on your stomach so you could feel his full length going into you. You continued to whine and closed your eyes. “Keep your eyes open, honey,” he whispered in your ear.
You opened your eyes once more, noticing the drool coming off his jaws and his hat beside you on the bed. You wondered when that fell. He kept one hand on your stomach, as the other traveled to hold you down onto the bed. You felt completely vulnerable to him at that moment, exposed in a MULTITUDE of ways, and you let it happen. Let him hold you down and use you like his personal chew toy?
“C-Caine…!”
You whined as he continued hitting those good spots, further continuing your suspicion of this being his first time.
“Is this good? Am I making you feel go0d?” He asked, slowly beginning to glitch again.
“You’re so good! So good, ah..!” you moaned, bucking your hips. You died to reach out and touch him right now.
“Say it louder, please!” He pressed his hand down a little harder, releasing another whimper from your throat.
“Cainee-!!!”
He let out a guttural groan, freeing your hands to grab onto your hips once more. A little warning popped up once more, [ERROR! ERROR!] it said, but you ignored it.
“Please-” he said again, choking back a strained sob. “Say what you said earlier. I n3ed to hear it!”
In the middle of your ecstasy, you struggled to remember exactly what it was you said for him to begin begging for it.
. . .
Wait.
“G-Good boy?”
“Y-yes! Yes, please!” He continued, shuddering upon hearing the name once more. Both of his own hands were clenching the sheets beside you, holding on for dear life.
“You’re doing so good, Caine. Such a good-! G-good boy,” you managed.
“Yes, yesss—vghhhhhhhhhh^”
The errors started up again, more this time.
‘ [ERROR! ERROR!] ‘
‘ [OVERHEATING! OVERHEATING!] ‘
‘ [PLEASE WAIT A MOMENT TO COOL DOWN.] ‘
‘ [ERROR! ERROR!] ‘
Caine growled, and soon, you could see the room beginning to glitch with him. The walls began to disappear for a few seconds as a multitude of items suddenly teleported everywhere around you. You could hardly care, though. Why would you when you were currently being fucked senseless?
“C-Cainee! I’m-“ you couldn’t get the words out. He knew what you were going to say, however, as he prepared for his own climax as well.
Soon afterwards, you came as your walls tightened around his cock. He followed after you, thrusting one more time as it finally came to a stop. While you were both panting trying to catch a breath after your orgasms, Caine didn’t seem to rest just yet. He stayed upright above you, staring lovingly at you. Neither of you said a word yet.
“..How was that?” You asked, still panting. He stared down at you, not saying a word. For a moment, you thought he didn’t hear you.
But then, he genuinely began to tear up, kissing you all around as you giggled to the gentle pecks being given to your chest, cheeks, lips, head, and neck. He held onto your shoulders for a moment before finally settling down, laying and out of breath from everything.
“Amazing, darling..” he whispered, cuddled up on top of you. He was still inside you, making no attempts to slip out just yet.
Still, he repeatedly gave small kisses to your body, it eventually starting to tickle. “Caine, stop!” You muttered, giggling.
“I’m sorry my dear, but you’re just so beautiful and just so.. wonderful.” He paused. “I believe I’ve said this already, but— I love you, so, so-!”
Just then, he stopped. Completely.
The shift was so sudden it almost didn’t register at first. One second he was there —warm, solid, breathing against you — and the next, the tension in his body vanished.
You heard a fan kick on again. For a moment, you thought maybe you exhausted him too much. But he just immediately stopped, falling onto you as he began rebooting.
For half a second, panic flashed through you.
“Caine-?” And then it clicked.
“Oh,” you breathed.
Right.
This was the plan. You had almost forgotten.
The distraction. Resetting him..
You let your head fall back against the pillow, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling of the room he’d made just for you.
. . .
Was it really just a distraction, though? It had stopped feeling like one. Somewhere between the teasing and the heat and the way he looked at you like you were the only thing in his world, it had turned into something else.
You swallowed.
Maybe you had agreed too quickly. Maybe you’d wanted this long before anyone suggested distracting him. Maybe you’d just needed an excuse.
Caine lay still on top of you, heavy but not uncomfortable. The faint hum inside him continued, steady and mechanical. You didn’t have the energy to move. Not after.. well..
.. So you just stayed like that. Beneath him, listening to the soft whirr of systems recalibrating.
You wondered if he would remember any of it when he woke up.
And if he did remember, would he regret it?
Your hand drifted back down to rest lightly against his coat, just laying there listening to the hum of his mechanical body as it rests atop and inside you.
“I guess we’ll see,” you murmured softly. And for now, you waited.