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Everything seemed perfect, Caine had finally earned his place back in the circus. Everyone welcomed him with open arms after a couple months of walls between him and the group.
He'd done everything they'd wanted, listened to every comment, question, and concern. He'd do anything for his friends, which is why he was sitting on Kingers lap as hands slid up into his suit.
Kinger was....horny. Zoobles request from a month ago finally gave everyone free access to go crazy. Caine wasn't going to lie and say he didn't develop some strange, human feelings for the chess piece over these past years. His chest felt warm, and his stomach became entirely fluttery.
He thought surely, he must've been coming down with something, but when Kinger suddenly kissed him in a drunk fit at Zoobles bar, their relationship turned completely upside down. Originally, they stopped by the couch to actually talk about that night. It was after hours in the circus, everything very dimly lit so that everyone could rest accordingly.
One thing led to another, and one very embarrassing conversation and confession later, Kinger had him sprawled across his lap trying to feel every inch of Caine he could grab. Kinger leaned down and put his invisible mouth against the neck of the other man, Caine groaning out a low whine.
However, sex worked a little different here. It was given the nickname clipping, it gives the exact feeling of intercourse and emits the same heat sex would. Everything was essentially invisible, Kingers dick, Caine's hole, and along with his genitalia.
That being said, Caine had no idea what this would feel like, he'd never done it before. Kinger felt the same, well, not exactly. He'd had...sex, but not like this.
Their heavy breathing almost synced, Kinger rubbing his thumb over the bud of Caine's nipple gently. It sent a slowly swarming heat over his body. "Are you doing okay?" Kinger whispered softly, placing a hand on Caine's thigh to lightly squeeze.
The affection made his brain go dizzy, Caine just nodded quickly, nudging his butt against Kingers crotch to get him to continue. The chess piece adored the way Caine whines for him, he slides that hand placed on his thigh lower and lower until he's palming that sensitive area between his legs.
He takes two fingers and rubs against essentially nothing, but it was hot, wet, and he could dip the tip of his fingers in no problem. "Caine...?"
"M-my usual genitalia is a...tentacle, b-but since you're... uh, doing this, I gave myself something easier...?" Caine arched his back, hoping Kinger was okay with it. It was very safe to say that it didn't matter what he had, because Kinger was already rubbing circles around the spot.
A sudden flick to it made Caine jolt, then, Kinger was messaging it gently. The king thought to himself, he wasn't exactly teasing a dick, nor was it a vagina either. He couldn't see it anyway, but it wouldve been better if he could put a name to it.
Caine began to squirm, but one large hand was stopping him from doing so. Kinger took his time getting his own fingers nice and wet while he stimulates the area. Caine being unable to hold his tongue, moans and cries as he's twitching in Kingers lap. It was as embarrassing as it was exciting.
Caine didn't know if what he was experiencing was what they called 'sex' in their world. Judging by the way Kinger was talking in his ear, Caine's assumption seemed correct.
"Jesus Caine, how are you so wet?" Kingers smooth, low voice rattles Caine's body, exciting him further. The man presses his "mouth" against Caine's neck before speaking again, "I haven't even put my fingers in yet."
Caine reaches and grabs the hand that was teasing him mercilessly, "Kinger--"
Kinger does that disgustingly attractive thing with his voice where he drops it an octave. Which Caine found so annoying, not because he hated hearing it, but because it got him wet all over again.
"What? Is it too much? You can handle it." He says it like he's teasing him and doesn't let up, rubbing the bundle of invisible sensitive nerves. Caines thighs attempt to close from all of the pleasure.
"Don't close your legs, please." Says Kinger.
"B-but I can't--"
"Of course you can, you've been so good for me so far."
Caine wails out another moan as a response, he looks down at those beautifully large fingers rubbing him in circles. Tears blur his eyes, and he's just about to reach his limit.
"Kinger-- s-something feels like it wants to come out."
"Really? Well it's too early for that." Kinger rubs just a bit more until he notices Caine go stiff and clutch his coat. The chess piece instantly takes his fingers off of the area, hovering just over where he was about to make him cum.
Sparks fly in Caine's eyes, he's confused, broken, and desperate. He felt like whatever was about to spill over, wasn't going too anymore. It hurt.
"Wait- why did you stop?" Caine looked up at Kinger with pleading eyes, "I was being so good, I promise, I-I swear--"
Kinger strokes his inner thighs soothingly, "Because you were going to finish too early, just follow my lead." With one more kiss to his neck, Kinger starts up again. Only this time, he takes one finger and starts slowly sinking it inside of him.
It was uncomfortable at first, his previous high had calmed down, but he quietly begged to feel it again. Kinger curls his finger in, and something in Caine snaps, crackles, and pops like a firework. "Holy--!"
"Relax, Caine," Kinger starts moving his finger back and forth slowly, and he listens. He relaxes, just like Kinger told him too. "just like that."
Slowly, Caine loosens up, Kinger could feel him almost ready for another finger. He prepares him slowly. Caine feels the second digit rubbing at his entrance. "Two?! I can barely....handle one." He says through gasps. He spreads his legs somemore, hoping for an easier entry. It works, that spike of pleasure he felt while he was being rubbed shoots down his spine, only stronger.
The tips of Kingers fingers kiss that same special spot inside of him. Caine could hardly contain himself, the more Kinger sped up his thrusts, the more his body craved. The tears that had previously threatened to fall soaked his mandible as he let's himself be drowned in the ecstasy. All while Kinger talks him through it.
"Breath in nice and deep for me, focus on my fingers. I'm all the way in now, see how good they feel?"
Caine tries to speak through sobs, Kinger was really putting him through it now, thrusting like there was no tomorrow, not allowing Caine any moments to even breathe. "So good, so fucking good--"
Kinger chuckles in his ear, he's fingering him so good he made the A.I of all things finally curse. His fingers sliding in and out with no problem now, he continues his pace. Abusing every chance he got to get Caine really moaning.
Caine breathlessly attempts to signal to Kinger, "King-- I'm gonna-- Somethings--"
"You're gonna cum?"
"Im- yes, 'm cum--"
He doesn't even get through his sentence when he realizes Kingers not stopping this time. "Cumm....ing..." Caine melts in his hands. Violent waves crashing over him, that being one of the best things he's ever experienced. His thighs wet with sweat, Kingers fingers soaked with fluids and cum. Caine's eyes stared half lidded at the air in front of them, his chest heaving violently. His gums were beet red, assuming that was his way of blushing. His tongue hung Halfway out of his mandible, looking thoroughly fucked.
"Not bad, huh?" Kinger laughs, admiring his mess. Caines back rubs against his chest like a cat asking for attention. He grabs Kinger by the fluff of his coat and pulls him closer. Kinger flushes at his next words:
"We.....arent finished."