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Everyone has their way of coping with being trapped in the Digital Circus. Ragatha crochets, Gangle has her drawings, Kinger isn’t usually aware enough to need a way of coping, Zooble… watches… Gangle draw. Or something.
… what does Zooble do in their free time to keep from going insane? Pomni nearly asks the question aloud, and would have, if her mouth wasn’t currently… occupied. Everyone has their coping mechanisms, sure, even her. Though if you’d told her that hers would be allowing a six-foot-four, weirdly attractive rubber-hose jackrabbit to shove his tongue down her throat, she probably would have called the police.
Jax pulls away from her, the only sounds in the room being the harsh pants that disturb the trail of spit connecting their lips. Pomni looks up, confused. He seems annoyed.
“What?” she asks. She swings her feet, letting them hang over the bed, and leans back on her hands.
Jax tutts, standing straight from where he’d been leaning over her. “You’re doin’ that thing again,” he grumbles, wiping his mouth with the back of his glove.
Pomni gapes. “What thing?”
“You’re distracted,” he says pointedly, leaning over her again. Pomni scoots away to give him room and hooks her arms around his neck to keep her somewhat upright. He grunts as he’s pulled forward and puts one knee and a hand on the bed to steady himself, the other going to her hip.
Pomni can’t keep the snicker from escaping. “I was just thinking.”
“About what? What could be more important than the devilishly handsome buck tonguing your throat, huh?”
Pomni flushes at the wording but keeps her cool, rolling her eyes. “You saying your mind doesn’t wander?”
Jax flicks one of the bells on her hat, watching it swing for a moment before answering. “Not during… this ,” he admits.
“Aww,” Pomni coos, putting a hand to her chest. “You like me that much?”
“Alllright, we’re done,” Jax sighs, removing her arms from him and flinging her backwards onto the bed. “Guess I’ll be on my way.”
“Wait!” Pomni sits up with a barely concealed giggle; he’s so cute when he’s all pouty like this, but voicing that aloud would earn her merciless pranking for a week. She barely manages to snatch his hand, relieved when he lets her stop him and glares at her through narrowed eyes. “I’m sorry,” she says with a smile, running her thumb over his knuckles. “I did get distracted.”
“With what?” Jax demands again.
“Well, first I thought about us,” Pomni explains, pulling him closer to the edge of the bed. “And our, uh, ‘therapy sessions’, as you call them.”
“Uh-huh,” Jax drawls.
“And how it’s genuinely been helping,” she admits bashfully, her cheeks warm. “And for some reason that spiraled into thinking about coping, and then that turned into thinking about how the others cope, and then I realized I don’t actually know what Zooble does in their free time and–”
A hand over her mouth brings her rambling to a halt, and she looks up to see Jax’s face, now level with hers. He looks annoyed still, then neutral, then annoyed again.
“Were you seriously thinking of Zooble while we were making out?”
Pomni’s brow furrows in a frown, moving Jax’s hand off of her face. “Oh, for [!@#$] sake, not like that. Are you really telling me you don’t get stupid, random thoughts like that at inopportune times?”
“No, never,” Jax says with a smirk. “I am the epitome of a one-track mind.”
“Riiight.”
Jax chuckles as he returns to his previous position, looming over her as she lies back against the bed. Pomni hooks her fingers into the straps of his overalls, pulling him closer.
“Now, if you’re done thinking about people who aren’t me,” Jax says as he lets himself fall over her, propping himself up on an elbow while his other hand slides between her lower back and the bed, lifting her slightly. “I’d like to get back to it.”
Pomni blushes when she realizes his hand could nearly wrap around her cartoonishly small torso. “Please do,” she urges, her voice breathy.
Jax smirks again. “Maybe I can suck the thoughts of anyone else outta your brain through your mouth.”
In a world of cartoon logic, Pomni doesn’t think it’s entirely impossible, but she has no time to voice the thought as Jax’s lips crash into hers, his tongue forcing its way in before she knows it’s happening. She moans against his lips, sliding one hand to his cheek and cupping the back of his neck with the other.
This arrangement had started as just a way for them to cope after a bad adventure. Caine had sent them on some stupid Moby Dick-esque boating trip, yet failed to mention that it was not a whale they were hunting, but a Kracken that was at least ten times bigger than the vessel they’d been given. When a tentacle had emerged from the depths and flown at her, Pomni had been frozen in fear, bracing for an impact that never came.
Because it had grabbed Jax instead.
He’d thrown her to the floor so quickly she didn’t even realize it happened until she looked up and saw him dangling in its grasp. She didn’t like thinking about it. She didn’t like thinking about the way he’d screamed as he’d been thrashed about, or the sickening crunch of his body being flung into the side of the ship, or how Caine had fixed his broken body with a snap of his fingers and a laugh. The faraway, vacant look in Jax’s eyes as Pomni had guided him through the portal would haunt her forever.
When he’d shown up at her room that night and slammed her door before pressing her into it without a word, she didn’t question it. After watching him become a rubber hose Kracken chew toy, she’d swallowed down each moan he’d released like she was starving for him. She knew he couldn’t die, but in that moment, she had been so sure he would.
He hadn’t wanted to talk about it, but he didn’t need to; the desperation in each kiss and whimper had said more than words ever could.
Even now, weeks later, that desperation still lingers. Jax groans brokenly as he pulls back just enough to bury his face into her neck. Pomni throws her head back with a contented sigh, cupping the back of his head and pressing him deeper. He’s well-practiced at this by now, licking and sucking each little spot that makes her writhe beneath him. He adjusts, his other leg coming up onto the bed and pressing in between her legs. Pomni gasps, her hips bucking against him.
A surprised “mm?” vibrates against her skin as he pulls away, staring down at her with a cocked brow. His eyes roam up and down her body for a moment, his gaze unreadable. Pomni stares up at him, puzzled.
“Why’d you stop?” she whines.
Jax is quiet for a moment before answering, giving her body another glance. Then he speaks, his voice foreignly soft.
“Are you… hard?”
Pomni’s breath hitches. Weeks of heated make-out sessions have resulted in plenty of boners for her, but it never dawned on her that Jax doesn’t know. His hands have wandered and groped, but he’s never gone past her hips, has never pressed into her the way he is now.
“W-well, I— you— is that, um,— f*ck.” Pomni presses her palms into her eyes, hot white embarrassment flooding her. She lets out a shaky breath. She’s so stupid. Why hasn’t she brought this up sooner?
“Yeah,” she murmurs. She feels like she might cry, that familiar lump in her throat taking shape. Jax is quiet again, and Pomni screams silently. She holds her breath, waiting for him to leave and slam the door behind him, or mock her, or accuse her of deceiving him; all things she’s experienced before.
Finally, she feels Jax move, her bed shifting under the weight. He’s leaning over her again, and she feels his hot breath against her cheek.
“Good,” he whispers. “Because I’m dripping .”
Wait.
Pomni’s self-deprecating spiral comes to such a hard, screeching halt she almost smells smoke. She pulls her hands from her face, and her arms fall limply to the bed. Jax leans back again to look at her, a wicked grin splitting his face.
“You’re kidding,” she deadpans.
Jax shakes his head, ears flopping sweetly, and presses his knee further into her crotch. “Scout’s honor,” he swears, crossing over his heart. “Wanna feel?”
Every fiber of Pomni’s being is beating her over the head with the urge to take him up on the offer immediately . Instead, she reaches up and yanks him down by the straps of his overalls, swallowing down his victorious snicker hungrily.
That explains the reaction to the maid's dress.
His hands grip her harshly, guiding her hips in a slow roll against his thigh. She chokes on a gasp and detaches her mouth from his as a full-body shudder wracks through her. She presses her head deeper into the blanket under her, looking up at Jax through half-lidded eyes.
Jax is staring unabashedly where his thigh meets the growing bulge forming in her jumpsuit. For a split second, embarrassment washes over her until Jax lets out a sound so raw and strangled it stops it dead in its tracks.
“Oh my God,” he whispers, almost in awe. He looks back up at her, a light dust of rose growing on his cheeks as he meets her eyes and realizes she’s watching him. He recovers quickly, that smug grin reforming, and a breathy laugh escapes him. “That’s crazy, Pom. You’re that turned on?”
Pomni whacks him on the arm half-heartedly. “Who’s the one ‘dripping’ here?” she sneers.
Jax’s smile widens as he crawls over her to straddle her hips. He sits back on his heels and presses down , grinding himself on Pomni’s dick through her clothes.
“Sh*t!” Pomni exclaims, flinging her head back. God , it’s been so long since she’s felt like this with someone; it almost feels like it’s her first time again. She puts her hands on his hips and digs her heels into the bed to meet his grinding.
Jax exhales sharply, leaning back on his hands. The laugh he lets out is interrupted by a groan, staring at her over the curve of his chest. God, he looks pretty like that; red in the face, chest heaving as he grinds down against her, the fur along his neck and chest mussed where she’d grabbed him. He’s trying desperately to keep up his smug attitude, pretending like he isn’t as desperate as Pomni knows he is, but she can practically see the facade crumbling. She wishes his mask were a physical one like Gangle’s, one she could rip off and shatter into tiny pieces.
Jax leans forward again, his hands quickly moving to open up Pomni’s jumpsuit. She pauses her grinding long enough to help him get it off, kicking it off her ankle impatiently. The blush that rises over her chest is unmistakable on her stark white body, and she looks away with a scowl.
Jax makes a show of slipping his gloves off with his teeth, throwing them carelessly across the room before leaning closer. He captures both her wrists in one hand and pins them above her head, exposing her completely and stopping any chance of her hiding from him. Pomni freezes, meeting his eyes again. His pupils have taken over most of his eyes, blown wide with desire as he scans every inch of her.
He reaches out with his free hand to playfully tweak a nipple, laughing softly at the pleased hum she gives, arching into his touch greedily. He trails down softly over her stomach, squeezing her waist and resting his hand there, his thumb rubbing lightly in the crook where her thighs meet her torso. His eyes wander lower, stopping where her cock leaks against her thigh.
Pomni splutters, embarrassed. “Don’t f*cking stare at it!” she cries. She tries to cross her legs, but she can’t get any purchase the way Jax is straddling her.
Jax shrugs, unbothered, dragging his eyes away from her cock back to her eyes. “Just imagining what you taste like,” he teases. His expression is one of carnal need , but there’s something softer under the lust, something she knows both of them are too afraid to put a name to. Pomni squirms beneath the gaze; despite the absurdity of her body, the off proportions, the blindingly white skin, Jax is staring at her like she’d hung the stars in the sky. She hadn’t thought it possible in this world, but right now?
She’s never felt more beautiful. It feels good to be desired.
When Jax’s tongue meets her nipple, Pomni feels like she might burst. She whimpers, arching and pressing her breast into his mouth. She feels the vibration of a laugh across her chest, and she looks down at him, instantly regretting it.
He’s staring again, watching her face with rapt attention. He smiles against her and opens his mouth, showing off sharp teeth, and lays his tongue flat against her, dragging his tongue slowly— fuck, so slowly, over the sensitive bud. He swirls it in a circle once, twice, before closing his mouth to suck at it, his teeth scraping pleasantly over her skin.
And his eyes never leave hers.
Jax has always been so avoidant of looking anyone in the eyes, too afraid someone will look too closely and see past the mask he tries so hard to keep whole. But here, the eye contact is intense , to say the least. She feels naked in more ways than one as those big, dark eyes bore into her, stripping her bare.
His other hand slides up her side to rest on her other breast, his thumb running soothingly over the nipple. She pants harshly, breaking eye contact to squeeze her eyes shut and turn her face to the ceiling. He’s reducing her to a puddle from nipple play alone, and the bastard still has his clothes on.
Oh, she’d be so pissed if she wasn’t so painfully horny.
She swallows thickly. “Didn’t expect you to be a tease.”
A thoughtful hum presses into her, Jax releasing her nipple with a wet pop! The hand holding her wrists releases her to join its mate at her breasts, giving her nipple a quick pinch that makes her squeak.
“What, you expected a more ‘rode hard, put away wet’ approach?” he asks.
Pomni opens her eyes to roll them. Even now, he’s still performing. She props herself up on her elbows and fixes him with a glare, unimpressed. She lets her eyes roam his body before nodding at him.
“So? You gonna take those off at some point?”
Jax clicks his tongue. “Impatient, are we?”
“I’m surprised you’re not, ” she retorts. “You’ve got years of abstinence on me, you’ve gotta be pent up.”
Something passes through Jax’s face at that, something that Pomni thinks could pass for fear, but it’s so quick she wonders if she imagined it. His face laxes back into that self-satisfied smirk again, and he leans back to shrug the straps of his overalls off his shoulders. They pool around his hips, and his hands return to Pomni’s chest. Not groping, just resting, his thumb tapping nervously against her skin being the only thing giving anything away.
Pomni sits up a little straighter, putting a hand over his. “Hey. You okay?”
Jax scoffs, taking his hands away and crossing them over his chest, looking away with a roll of his eyes. “Of course I am,” he grumbles. He looks back at her, eyes narrowed in annoyance. “We doin’ this or what?”
Pomni frowns. “Well, not if you’re gonna act like that, ” she sighs. “What gives? I thought you wanted to do this.”
“I do! I just— AGH!” He groans in frustration and grabs his ears, pulling them down to each side of his face and yanking hard .
Pomni reaches up and unlocks the death grip on his ears, letting them bounce up to a slight droop. She knows he can’t help it, but she’s been trying to get him to stop hurting himself when he’s angry. Jax lets his arms fall to his side, allowing Pomni to grasp his hands. He sighs tiredly.
“I do wanna do this,” he insists quietly, not looking her in the eyes. “I just… I’ve, uh—“ he trails off, a harsh blush climbing his neck.
Pomni stares for a moment, waiting for him to continue, before something clicks. Jax is the youngest here at twenty-two, and he’d said he’s been here for years, which could mean…
“Jax,” she says carefully. “Are you a virgin?”
Jax tenses, his hold on Pomni’s hands tightening.
Bingo. Could’ve fooled the fuck outta me, though.
Relief floods through her; she’d been afraid he was gonna insult her and reveal that this had been a ploy to embarrass her, but inexperience? She can work with that. She slides her legs out from under him and sits on her knees. She grasps his chin gently in her hand and turns his head to face her, nearly melts when he lets her so that she can finally look at him.
He’s utterly flustered , a concoction of desire and chagrin. After their fight with Caine’s stupid gun adventure, Pomni knows how terrified he is to let people in, let them actually see him, yet here he is. He’s trusting her more and more with each day, allowing her to see something so raw and vulnerable behind the mask. It’s beautiful, it’s real.
… I need to demolish this man.
“Jax,” she says again, giving a small smile. “It’s okay, I don’t care how experienced you are. Honestly, you seem like a natural to me.”
That catches him off guard, if the way his blush reaches to his ears is any indication. “Wh— are you serious? I was just…” Jax lifts their hands in a lazy gesture. “Improvising.”
Pomni laughs at that; the air feels lighter with Jax’s admission out in the open. She sits up a little straighter and places a light kiss on his cheek. “Still wanna do this?”
Jax nods eagerly, and then his ears flatten in embarrassment. “I-I mean. Sure, why not?” he says in a breath.
Pomni rolls her eyes, decides to let him save face while he can. Her hands move to his shoulders, rubbing soothingly up and down his arms. She pushes lightly on his chest, and he goes down without a fight as she guides him to lie his head against the pillows. With their positions changed, she can really see just how deliciously bashful he is. She hears a groan in humiliation, and she can’t help but giggle above him.
Pomni lays a kiss on the patch of fur in the middle of his chest, snickering when he looks away sharply. “Oh come on, you couldn’t keep your eyes off me earlier,” she chides.
Jax pokes her in the forehead with a grimace. “Yeah, but then you got me all mushy .” He throws an arm dramatically over his eyes. “A wily temptress bedding an innocent soul with her trickery. Is there no limit to your treachery?”
Pomni smacks him on the chest, earning an “oof”. “You [@!#$]hole, that’s not funny. I would never.”
Jax grins and moves his arm. “I know, I know.”
Pomni supposes that as close to an apology as she’s gonna get, so she decides to let it go. Besides, there’s something far more interesting for her to pay attention to. She smooths her hands down his chest, fixing him with a serious look.
“How about letting me take the reins, hm?”
Jax frowns up at her, his brow furrowed in irritation. “Just because I’m a.. y’know, that, doesn’t mean I can’t handle it.”
Pomni shakes her head. “Never said you couldn’t. I’m not telling you to be a pillow prince, I’m saying that if you just… let yourself enjoy it instead of putting on an act, you won’t have to worry about ‘improvising’.”
Jax narrows his eyes at her. “What ac– I don’t put on an ‘act’.”
Pomni tilts her head at him. “We both know that’s not true.” Jax says nothing, refusing to meet her gaze once again. Pomni sighs. “I know it’s… scary for you to let your guard down. You might feel the need to pretend for everyone else, but you don’t need to for me. Don’t you ever get tired of performing?”
Jax opens his mouth to say something, but seems to think better of it, letting her words wash over him. His face twists as he struggles; she can see the argument he’s having with himself. Pomni feels her heart break a little. Jax has never talked about his life before the circus or, hell, even his life before her, but she’s torn up with curiosity. She wonders what could have happened to make him so afraid of people.
It must be so exhausting to be inside your head.
Finally, Jax seems to come to a conclusion as he lets out a long, utterly fatigued sigh, turning to face her again. “Okay,” he relents. He holds his hands out in an invitation, his smile crooked and nervous, but genuine. “Do your worst,” he challenges.
Pomni beams at him and leans down to whisper into his ear. “Just let me make you feel good, okay? I’ll take care of you.”
She feels a full-body shiver run through him and rolls to where she’s lying next to Jax, propping her head up with a hand. Her other hand lightly coasts along his body, down to where his overalls still hang on his hip, and Jax’s breath stutters at her touch. She cocks an eyebrow in an unspoken question and gives a hum of approval when he gives her a sure, albeit nervous, nod.
She helps him shimmy the rest of the way out of his pants, leaving him in his boxers. She rests her hand on his hip, thumbing the waistband for a moment before an image comes to her mind, one that’s far too attractive to ignore. She swings her left leg over Jax’s torso and scoots up to sit on his chest, not missing the way Jax’s eyes snap to her cock where it settles, still hard and beading precum. His hands hover for a moment before settling on her thighs, tapping his fingers anxiously. She slips her gloves off and throws them over her shoulder.
She can feel Jax still holding back, still clinging to his walls. She wants him to enjoy this thoroughly; her own first time hadn’t been the best: a fling with a kind-of-friend after too many shots at a college party. It hadn’t been bad, not at all, but it wasn’t the magical moment she’d been hoping for.
She wants it to be different for Jax, and she knows that if she wants him to truly enjoy this, then he has to let go. His ministrations earlier had been incredibly hot, but still had the air of a rehearsed performance about them. He’s so close to finally letting himself just exist in the moment, so hot, bothered, and trembling beneath her, and so fucking close to dropping the act.
She doesn’t want to push him too hard, but if he isn’t going to give up the reins, then she’s just gonna have to snatch them out of his hands.
That beautiful blush returns as Pomni wiggles her hips, taking her length into her hand and giving herself a few lazy strokes. Jax’s breath is picking up quickly, enthralled in watching her. She leans forward, allowing her tip to brush across Jax’s bottom lip, leaving a trail of precum in its wake. She smiles widely when his mouth opens, and she spots a pink tongue quickly swiping over his lip, and he gives an honest-to-God whine .
Almost.
Pomni shifts up onto her knees, leaning forward with her hands on the bed frame above Jax’s head. “You said you were imagining what I taste like earlier, right?”
Jax gives a shaky nod.
“Well?” she prompts, canting her hips forward. “Get to it.”
She straddles his shoulders to allow her cock to bob just above his lips. At first, Jax doesn’t move, just staring up at her with wide eyes, and Pomni’s afraid maybe this tactic might be too much for his first time. She’s about to take back the order when he shifts onto his elbows and cranes his neck to lick a hot, tentative stripe up the underside of her length.
Pomni shudders at the sensation and gives a contented sigh, putting a hand on his head in what she hopes is a show of assurance. Jax must get the message because soon enough, he’s lapping at her like a man dying of thirst. He moans against her, his lips and tongue working in tandem along her shaft.
Pomni groans, moving her hand to grip her cock again and shifting her hips down and back. She laughs aloud as he tries to follow, plopping his head back to the pillows in defeat as she pulls away. She grabs his chin, firm yet gentle.
“What do you want, sweetie?”
Jax groans. “Pom…”
“Use your words.”
“Don’t make me say it!”
Pomni regards him for a moment, a hand on her hip. “You spend every second of every day running your mouth, and now you can’t talk?”
Jax’s eyes widen, and Pomni feels satisfaction well up inside her; he was not expecting that. He shakes his head stubbornly, his eyes desperately flitting between her face and her cock, at the precum that drips off the tip and onto his chin. He looks wrecked, and she’s barely even touched him.
Pomni reaches down and grabs his ear in a firm hold; not enough to hurt, but enough to pull a gasp from his chest. She digs her thumb in at the base and pulls his head back, further from the thing he desperately craves.
“Tell me what you want, bunny,” she demands. “Or I’ll walk out that f*cking door and leave you with nothing but your hand for the night.”
Finally, Jax’s grip on the reins loosens. He flings his head back, meeting her eyes with frenzied lust swimming in the black voids of his pupils.
“Your cock!” he cries out. “Just let me suck your cock, Pom, please, please, I need it, God plea–”
Pomni grabs his chin again. “Then open. Your. Mouth.”
Slut.
Jax obeys immediately, his mouth falling open, panting like an animal in heat. His eyes find hers again, and Pomni feels herself shiver. She guides her cock to his mouth and rests it on his tongue for a moment, her hand going back to the bed frame. She tears her eyes away from his, looking at the wall in front of her instead. His breath is so hot against her, and she suppresses the urge to thrust into his mouth.
His lips wrap around her, and when she feels the slide of his tongue along her shaft, she nearly doubles over from the feeling. His mouth is perfect . She chances a look down and immediately looks back to the wall for fear of cumming at the sight alone. The image of Jax staring up at her with her cock stuffed in his mouth would be burned into the inside of her eyelids for life.
She doesn’t move, her head thrown back as the heat of his throat envelopes her. He bobs his head eagerly and oh so obediently. Virgin or not, he’s falling into his role so beautifully that Pomni could cry. His inexperience is obvious, but what he lacks in mechanics, he is more than making up for in optimism. The little whimpers and moans he lets out are nearly nonstop, the vibrations coursing through Pomni and building in her stomach. His mouth is so scalding and wet, and the sounds– fuck, the sounds are pornographic. She can feel his spit dripping down her thighs. She curls in on herself, moaning his name. It’s raunchy, it’s obscene, it’s shameless, it’s everything she wanted.
His throat constricts around her as he gags, and Pomni’s eyes snap open. She pulls back, allowing him a moment to splutter and breathe. His head falls back against the pillow, and he looks up at her in embarrassment as he coughs. Pomni doesn’t speak right away; she can’t. She’s too caught up in looking at him.
It’s finally gone, the stupid mask that’s kept the real him away from her for so long. No plastic smile, no rehearsed laughter. It’s just… Jax. His mouth is sticky with a cocktail of spit and precum, dripping crudely down his chin and neck. The tuft of fur on his chest is damp where his drool had drizzled off her cock. His cheeks are a gorgeous shade of violet, his eyes almost pure black from how blown out his pupils are.
Fuck, he looks good. She wants to feel his throat around her again, wants to press his face in her groin and feel him cough and choke against her as she fucks his mouth. She plucks up those thoughts and puts them in the horny filing cabinet in the back of her mind for now. Perhaps another time.
For now, she just smiles and pets his cheek. “You okay?”
Jax leans into her palm and nods, eyes going back to her cock. “Please…” he begs softly. “More.”
Pomni wants to eat him alive.
Instead of an answer, she rocks her hips forward, and Jax’s mouth opens to welcome her. He immediately takes her deep again, managing to keep his gag reflex in check this time. Pomni feels his throat around her and gasps, one hand giving up the white-knuckle grip on the bedframe to cradle the back of his head.
“F[!@#$],” she moans, rocking gently into his mouth. “God, Jax, you’re so good.”
A rumble shoots up Pomni’s cock, spreading through every nerve of her body. She jolts in surprise with a fractured cry, leaning over the bedframe. When it doesn’t stop, she holds her breath, trying to keep her hips from thrusting too deeply. She’s listening for the moans that caused the surge of pleasure, but all she hears at first is the scandalously loud sounds of Jax’s tongue. Then she hears it: a deep, muffled rumble from the middle of his chest.
He’s purring.
Pomni’s heart swells. Here he is, straddled and laid bare, a cock in his throat, and he’s purring.
The realization hits her like a train.
He feels safe with you.
“F[!@#$]! Jax! Jax, I’m—“ Her hand scrambles to hold the back of Jax’s head, and she presses him forward, burying her cock against the back of his throat as she finally tips over the edge. His arms fly to her hips, dragging her closer, whining and moaning as she spills into him. His throat squeezes around her as he swallows, her cock twitching another load onto his tongue.
And the whole time, the purr grows louder.
Pomni rides out her orgasm with her gaze fixated on Jax’s face. His eyes are closed, brow furrowed. Excess cum dribbles out of the corner of his mouth. She pets the base of his ear as she rocks into him, murmurs of praise a constant stream from her lips.
When he’s finally milked her for all she’s got, he eases back, allowing her cock to slip from his mouth. His head falls back against the pillow with a thump , his breath coming in shallow, spastic pants. Pomni gives a pleased sigh as she leans down to give him a peck on the forehead. She pulls back and smiles at him.
“Feel good?” she asks.
Jax gives her an enthusiastic nod. “H-how’d I do?” he rasps, voice rough from his work.
Pomni cups his cheeks in her hands, relishing the reverb from his purring. Part of her is glad he’s too out of it to be embarrassed. “You were perfect ,” she praises. She leans in again and gives him a reassuring peck on the mouth, licks her lips at her own taste on her tongue. “So perfect, I fact, that you deserve a reward,” she promises.
She shimmies down his body, trying to hide the shake in her legs, planting kisses and lovebites as she goes. He’s quivering under her lips. When she gets to his hips, she pauses. Her hands find the waistband of his boxers, and she grins up at him before placing a kiss just where the fabric meets his skin. His chest heaves as he watches her.
“Oh, you poor thing. If you were dripping earlier, I can’t imagine how you’re feeling now.”
Jax whines and looks away again, that pretty blush coming back to the surface. She smiles warmly at him and drags the boxers down his legs, letting them fall over the edge of the bed. She settles comfortably between his legs, her arms reaching to wrap around them. The scent of his arousal hits her instantly; it’s inebriating, it’s…
It’s… floral?
Not what she expected, but she can roll with it.
She drinks in the sight of him, her mouth watering. He hadn’t been exaggerating; he really is dripping. Slick coats his pussy and the insides of his thighs. His clit is swollen, peeking prettily out from its hood in search of attention.
Pomni remembers the first time she’d been touched this way, how incredibly overwhelming it was. Hands are one thing; you can familiarize yourself with your own enough that another’s touch isn’t too shocking. But a tongue? That’s a trial by fire; you couldn’t exactly eat yourself out, unless you were inhumanly flexible or just God’s favorite. She shudders in excitement; she can’t wait to let Jax feel it.
She leans in close and places a kiss just above his clit. He jolts under her with a gasp of surprise, hips bucking on reflex. Pomni licks her lips, silent in thought. There’s really some sicko in the real world that consciously coded Jax’s pussy to taste like lavender.
Alright then.
Pomni shrugs away the unexpected, yet definitely not unpleasant, taste and gets back to work. She breaches his folds with the tip of her tongue and gives one long lick up, lavishing his clit when she reaches it. The moan Jax lets out is so raw and guttural that it sounds like someone reached into his chest and physically ripped it out of him. She feels Jax’s thighs begin to shake and press in around her head, and she uses her hands to pry them apart, leaving him completely exposed at her mercy. Pomni grinds her hips into the blanket below her; she’s so damn hard it hurts , and so soon after she came. The effect he has on her is unreal.
She feels his hands in her hair, and she moans approvingly into his clit. His fingers tangle in her hair, and suddenly she feels pressure on the back of her head, pushing her into him. Her tongue roams down and presses into his entrance, and Jax cries out above her, his hips bucking into her mouth, fucking himself on her tongue and spreading his arousal around her mouth. Pomni pants against him, pressing her face deeper into his pussy until there’s nothing left in her world to see, smell, and taste but him.
“Pom,” he chokes. “Oh my god, Pomni, don’t you dare stop,” he begs brokenly.
Her cock twitches at the plea, and she groans against him. She definitely isn’t planning on stopping; if she could have it her way, she’d be doing this full-time. Instead, she pulls back just long enough to sling his legs over her shoulders, pushing herself onto her knees and lifting his ass off the bed. The surprised grunt he lets out as he’s bent is overtaken by a desperate sob as she latches onto his clit and sucks . She can finally see his face from this angle and–
Holy fuck.
Aside from the hand gripping her hair, he’s utterly limp. His eyes are wet and glossed over, and his chest is swelling aggressively with each ragged breath he takes between the erratic moans. He’s drooling, the trail dripping steadily from his mouth, down his cheek, and onto the pillow. Pomni has never seen a sight so unabashedly erotic in her fucking life; the highest budget porn couldn’t even begin to compare to the wrecked mess that is Jax . She can feel a thick bead of precum drip down her dick at the sight of him.
Pomni pops two fingers into her mouth and swirls her tongue around them. Once they’re thoroughly coated, she lines them up with Jax’s leaking entrance, and she takes his clit into her mouth again. Jax’s mouth opens in a silent scream, his back arching stunningly. His hips stutter, desperately trying to fuck himself on Pomni’s fingers, his cunt squeezing around them like a lifeline. His tail tickles her chest as it wags fervently between them, and Pomni makes a mental note to tease him about that in particular later.
With a devilish smirk, Pomni leans away from him, just close enough that she knows he can feel her breath against his clit. A light strand of spit keeps them connected. He makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat, and oh, she feels mean; he’s looking at her like she just murdered his family.
“W-why’d you stop?” he stutters out, an echo of her earlier whining.
Pomni gives a nonchalant shrug. “Felt like it.” Jax throws his head back, his fist hitting the bed with a loud thud. Pomni tries not to laugh; he’s throwing a tantrum. She files that reaction into the cabinet. After a few moments of letting him desperately writhe, she returns her tongue to Jax’s slit, and he gives a broken sob of relief.
“Thank you,” he murmurs. “Thank you, thank you.”
Precious.
Jax’s panting soon turns into high-pitched whining, and Pomni can tell he’s getting close. She thrusts her fingers into him steadily, crooking them up to stroke his walls. Her other hand spreads him, and she presses deep, swirling licks to his clit, her thumb teasing the top of it in slow circles. Jax’s breath hitches, and his body goes taut. Pomni looks up to see his eyes roll. A fresh wave of lavender hits her tongue, and suddenly he’s spasming again, fucking her mouth like his life depends on it.
“P-Pom– Pomni! Pomni!” he sobs, chanting her name like a prayer.
He grinds mercilessly against her mouth as he rides out his orgasm. His babbling never stops, a mix of praises and cartoonish sounds as he’s censored over and over. He arches and presses Pomni’s face into him one last time before he goes limp again, collapsing as far as he can with her still holding his hips off the bed. His breath comes and goes in gasps. Pomni carefully lays him back down and swipes her tongue over her lips, humming satisfactorily as she rests her cheek against his thigh, gazing softly at his face. He’s completely blissed out, and Pomni couldn’t be happier for him.
After catching her breath, she crawls back up the bed and settles beside him. She taps his cheek gently, and he opens his eyes, looking at her through narrow slits of yellow and black. She chuckles.
“You good?”
Jax gives her a dreamy smile and a shaky thumbs-up. “Holy crap,” he mutters. His gaze flits down to where her cock rests against his thigh, and it twitches under his gaze. His eyes travel up to hers.
Pomni giggles. “Not too worn out?”
Jax shakes his head and rolls toward her, nuzzling into her neck. “I want it,” he whispers. “Please, Pomni, I need it.”
Oh, he needs it. Needs her. God, he’s perfect. She leans her head on the pillow. “You sure you don’t need a breather?” She has no intention of leaving him out to dry, but she can’t resist a little teasing.
Jax groans and shakes his head against her neck. “Please, please, please .”
Pomni’s pretty sure she’s heard him say that word more times tonight than she has the entire time she’s been here. She chuckles and gives him another quick kiss on the head. “Alright, bunny, don’t fret.” She rests a hand on his hip. “How do you wanna do this?”
Jax is quiet for a moment before he turns to look up at her with big, needy eyes. “On my back,” he decides. “I wanna see you.”
Oh, she is all for that. She gives him a nod and sits up, easing him from his side to his back. He sighs dreamily, all smiles as he watches Pomni settle on her knees between his legs. It’s a little wonky due to the height difference, but a fluffy pillow under his butt is a perfect solution. His tail wriggles adorably against the pillow, and Pomni can’t help the wide smile that splits her face. The tail wagging, the purring; he’s genuinely enjoying himself, and it makes her swoon .
Pomni grasps his hips and leans forward, gliding her length across his slit. A loud mewl hits the air as she rolls her hips in a slow, steady rhythm. He’s sweltering against her.
“God, baby,” she says coyly. “If I’d known you’d be this good, I would have ruined you weeks ago.”
Jax’s hand flies to his face and covers his eyes. “Don’t—“ he swallows. “Don’t say stuff like that.”
“Oh no, I think you want me to say more stuff like that,” she teases, the toothy smile growing as he writhes under her. She reaches forward and pulls his hand away from his face, and her mind blanks, her hips coming to a halt.
His pupils have turned into hearts. Still blocky and sharp, but unmistakable in shape. Something in her snaps. She cants her hips back and takes hold of her cock, lining her tip up with his entrance. His purring has cranked up to eleven, sending tremors through his body. His breathing hitches as he watches her with wide eyes, and he reaches up to grab her shoulders, scrambling for a moment before he finds his grip.
His fur is damp and dark with sweat, his face is dirty with cum and saliva, his eyes are blown out and glistening with unshed tears. Pomni stares at him, in awe that she’s lucky enough to share such a raw, intimate moment with him.
“You’re beautiful,” she murmurs.
And then she’s pushing in.
The reaction is instant. Jax’s entire body bows outward, and he howls , a raspy, jagged sound that fills the room. Pomni moves slowly, trying to keep her breathing even, and resists the urge to plunge into him immediately. He’s so tight and hot around her. He feels incredible. Pomni thinks she could cum just from sitting here and watching him squirm on her cock. She sinks in another inch and lets her eyes flutter shut, grinding lightly.
He’s thrashing under her, soft whimpers and pleas squeezed through gritted teeth. He takes his hands away from her shoulders, and they’re shaking , moving to grip his face, to his ears, then to fist in the bed sheets, like he’s so turned on his motor skills are malfunctioning. He opens his eyes and whimpers.
“P-Pom—“
“Shhh, I’ve got you,” she promises. She sinks in the last inch, finally hilting inside of him, and he gasps, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. She stays there for a moment, still as can be, allowing him to adjust to the intrusion. She pets a hand over his heaving chest, rubbing soothing circles into the fur there. Finally, she pulls back, leaving the tip of her cock inside, before snapping her hips back in. He yelps, and Pomni stills.
“Are you okay?” she asks. Jax gives a fervent nod, his eyes wide and pleading. Pomni tilts her head. “What’s up, bunny? What do you need from me?”
Jax doesn’t answer at first. Pomni feels his legs come around to wrap around her hips, and they’re trembling against her. He pushes her closer, bringing her hips flush to his.
“I…” He swallows and takes a deep, shaky breath. “Fu—f[!@#$] me. God, please f— mmf!”
Pomni’s moving before he can finish, the plea giving way to a grunt as she thrusts back into him. She keeps her thrusts slow but deep , punching a moan out of Jax with each roll of her hips. He’s breathing heavily and his head shakes back and forth, like he’s in so much pleasure he physically can’t stop moving. His hips grind down to meet hers, leaving them both gasping.
Pomni feels like she might explode; his pussy is constricting so tightly around her. She wonders briefly if it’s possible to abstract from overwhelming pleasure and decides it wouldn’t be a bad way to go. She falls forward over him, propping herself up on one arm while the other hand searches for one of Jax’s. When she finds it, she grasps it tightly, intertwining their fingers and pressing into the bed as she fucks into him.
She looks down at his face to see he’s already staring at her through hazy, half-lidded eyes. She watches as he props himself up on his elbow and folds in, and Pomni presses forward to meet him in a kiss. Their lips move slowly, moaning into each other’s mouths. Pomni parts her lips, and Jax’s tongue slots in like it was always meant to be there. He cries out into her mouth at a particularly hard thrust, and Pomni keens against him.
It’s the most intense, intimate sex she’s ever had. Pomni cradles the back of his neck as she licks into his mouth. When they part, she finds herself lost in staring at him once again. In the weeks leading up, she’s been struggling with her feelings. She kept telling herself it was just a way to cope, nothing more than some frustration-fueled kissing. But it was so hard to believe that, not when touches between them lingered, when they only needed a glance to communicate, when she held Jax after a nightmare that he refused to talk about.
It’s something deeper, now.
Jax falls backwards out of the kiss, his shaky arm no longer able to support him. Pomni feels his heel dig into the small of her back.
“More,” he moans. “Faster, please.”
Pomni groans at that, slowly picking up speed until each meet of their hips is a deafening slap, and Pomni thanks Caine that their rooms are soundproof. She sees Jax about to grab his ears again, and she catches his wrists in her hands, moving them to her chest. Jax’s fingers find her nipples, pinching and tugging at the buds until she’s quivering. Untamed, lewd noises spill from her lips as she returns her hands to Jax’s hips in a bruising grip.
“G-good boy,” she praises. She slides her hands up to his thighs and places a foot on the bed, giving her a wider angle as she pounds into him. Jax is practically babbling an endless stream of nonsense; Pomni can barely make out her name mixed in with “please” and “harder”. He’s sobbing in pleasure, tears carving rivers into the fur on his cheeks.
Her orgasm is fast-approaching, but she squashes it down for now; she needs to take care of her pretty bunny first. She snakes a hand down between their bodies to find his clit, rubbing it in desperate little circles. She fucks into him faster, sloppier, all rhythm lost.
“Ah!” Jax yells, back arching.
“Jax,” Pomni moans to the ceiling, her head thrown back. “God, you feel so good, you’re perfect.” She rolls his clit delicately in her fingers. Jax’s breathing picks up into ear-piercing whines, thrusting himself down on Pomni’s cock. She sees him tense and freeze, and his eyes find hers again.
“Pom,” he chokes out. “I lo–” A fragmented scream splits the air as he reels his head back, arching off the bed as his orgasm wracks through him. The scent of lavender hits Pomni, and a fresh wave of slick coats her thighs.
She sobs as his pussy constricts around her, falling to place her hands on either side of Jax’s shoulders on the bed. Her eyes roll as she finally hits her limit, spit dripping from her mouth onto Jax’s torso. Her hips stutter and spasm as she rides it out, her cock twitching as she empties load after load into him. Jax is twitching beneath her, his arms coming up to wrap around her as she grinds into him.
Finally, the contractions end, and she’s left gasping for breath on top of Jax, her cock still buried deep inside of him. They lay like that for a while, basking in the afterglow and dozing lazily until Pomni lifts herself off of him, and he whimpers as she pulls out, leaving him empty. She leans back to admire her handiwork, smirking self-satisfied as she watches her cum leak out of him. She crawls back to the head of the bed and lies next to him, just watching.
His eyes are closed, and his breathing is still struggling to return to normal. He opens his eyes as she settles next to him, glancing over. Pomni let’s out a breathy laugh.
“So,” she says. “How was your first time?”
Jax snorts, rolling towards her. He’s starting to regain control of his head again, but to Pomni’s surprise, the mask isn’t back. He’s just there, lying with her, content. He looks thoughtful for a moment before responding. “Mind-blowing,” he says with a smile.
Pomni stretches her arms with a sigh. “Yeah,” she says with a smirk. “I’m just that good.”
Jax laughs and scoots closer, burying his head into her chest. “You tell anyone I cried during sex, you’re in for a world of pain,” he threatens, but there’s no venom.
Pomni rolls her eyes, rubbing her hand along his back. She squeezes him to her chest when she feels that rumble again, powerful and deep in his chest. She feels tears prick her eyes; she’s the happiest she’s been since she got stuck in the circus. She thinks about what he tried to say earlier.
“I lo–”
She squeezes her eyes shut, resting her chin between his ears. She knows what he was gonna say and, though the pessimistic part of her says that it was a spur-of-the-moment thing in the throes of great sex, she can’t find it in her to fully believe that. She wants to ask him, or even finish the thought for him, out loud. She files it away in her mind, but not too far back.
Enough to sit for another time.