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Kinger was not a pervert.
....despite what his wife and Caine would say.
Sure, he enjoyed teasing his lovers and being teased by his lovers, but that didn't mean he was a pervert!
And yeah, maybe in the past he would go above and beyond to make Caine cry for both him and his wife, and sure, maybe he enjoyed it when Queenie would order him about- but that did not make him a pervert!
Well... actually.
He looks at Caine who is still sitting on the other end of the couch, a blanket tucked over his lap and watching as he visibly tries very hard to keep his body from shaking apart in front of everyone, his teeth flushed, eyes full of heat and his chest stuttering with poorly concealed moans as Kinger-
Actually yeah, he might be a little bit of a pervert.
It had started simple; Kinger and Caine had been about to get....busy in the latters room when Gangle had knocked on the door to invite Kinger to watch a movie with the rest of the cast.
After she had spotted Caine sat on the bed, she had only tilted her head and giggled before saying that Caine was also more than welcome to join them all.
(Kinger had a feeling that the woman might be on to them, but hey-ho)
Of course Caine had agreed, still thrilled and over the moon at being included whenever possible when the cast asked, Plus! He hadn't seen many movies, so it would be nice to sit and watch one or two with everyone, he had gushed.
Kinger had agreed too, only feeling a little bit bitter about being interrupted before he could even touch Caine, but he had sworn that he would get what he wanted later.
Then hours had passed, no one had moved and Kinger had felt himself get increasingly sexually frustrated.
But honestly it is not his fault, he had gone almost twenty years without sex and up until two months ago he hadn't thought he had missed it that much but apparently he had.
They hadn't revealed their relationship to anybody, seeing as none of them had been around when it was Kinger, Caine and Queenie together, and trying to explain the whole situation might just be more hassle then it's worth.
(Also, if Kinger thinks too much on the past and all the pain that Caine went through just waiting for him to remember, he gets upset with himself, so its better not to bring it up)
Though Kinger kind of wants to out the both of them, just so he has a good excuse to grab Caine and drag him back to their room to finish what had been started, but that is just the horny side of his brain talking and not his rational side.
They couldn't even sit together! It would have been too 'suspicious' is what Caine had said and to be honest Kinger agreed. They could barely keep their hands off of each other on a good, typical day, so if they had been physically closer on today of all days, while they were both already just a bit too amped up-
None of the rest of the cast would have appreciated the show they would have received.
Not that the distance stopped him, of course.
It had only been after Gangle, pressed against his side, had asked him to pass over her sketch book a few meters away that Kinger remembered that he had a particular....skill.
That being, no limit on how far his hands could move away from his body.
He had realized this- and he had to try and stop the laughter that had been bubbling in his chest from bursting out- before he slowly and carefully moved his right hand towards where Caine was resting at the opposite end of the couch, his mismatched eyes focused on the tv.
He took the easiest unseen route of going behind the couch, and then after making sure that no one was looking at the AI, allowed his hand to crawl over the arm of the couch and wiggle underneath the plaid red and purple blanket he had covering his legs. (Which, convenient, right?)
At the first touch against his leg under the blanket, Caines eyes had immediately snapped to Kingers face, his top jaw narrowing into his version of a frown, but he had made no effort to force Kingers hand away.
That, to the chess piece, was free game.
And when his hand had cupped Caine right over where he knew his cunt was still formed, all Caine did was go rigid against the couch, before he had shifted to allow better access.
Which brings them here.
Kinger, two fingers deep inside of Caines cunt while the small man trembles and shakes against the couch, his jaw almost completely shut apart from the the two tiny slivers of his eyes that are latched onto the tv in an attempt to not draw attention to himself, but even they look hazy and unfocused.
He has to move slowly to ensure that none of Caines sounds leak out from the blanket he's hiding in, but he can feel the way Caine has soaked through his glove with his excitement. His hand is completely inside of Caines tight trousers, fingers fucking him with such expert skill that Kinger kind of wants to pat himself on the back.
The movie, some....horror thing? Maybe? Had captured everyone's attention and they had moved to the floor right in front of the screen, all of them jolting and gasping when something scary happens.
Or at least that Kingers guesses anyway, sorry, hes a bit to preoccupied with fucking his lovers cunt to focus on the people in front of him.
He watches Caine out the corner of his eye as the ringmaster curls in on himself, jaw clenched tight and hands shaking as they grip on to the blanket.
They had talked about this once, about being out in public and doing something graphic, so it hadn't come out of the blue for either of them when Kingers hand had started teasing, but that did not make this any less hot.
Kinger constantly has to keep looking away from Caine to make sure that no one was looking in their direction and if they did, he had to stop all movements and ensure that Caine wasn't showing any visual signs of being touched like he was.
Kingers cock is aching in its sheath but he knows that if he allows it to slide out then that's going to be a whole other problem to deal with and his robe is much too thin to conceal it like Caines blanket is doing for him.
Instead of worrying too much about himself, he instead twists his fingers just enough to hit right where he knows Caine is most sensitive, and he presses hard against the small mans clit with his thumb.
"Mhm!" Caine chokes, almost silently as he 'casually' pulls his legs up to his chest, all while glaring at Kinger.
Kinger can only bite back a laugh before he presses a third finger inside of Caines heat, spreading them apart and after a moment of feelings Caine relax around them- grinds his whole palm against his swollen clit, so hard that it has to hurt.
He watches Caine's jaw widens alongside his eyes, his gum flush bright red and-
"Mmmhp! Oh" He whimpers, tensing his whole body while his thighs press together.
Kinger has to swallow his own moan as Caines cunts constricts around his fingers and he can feel the man cumming around them, his walls twitching and spasming and Kinger-
Fuck, he can't sit there any more.
"Oh I'm sorry guys!" He suddenly says, watching as all eyes go to him. "I stayed as long as I could, but I just remembered that Caine and I had some code to go over!"
Jax raises a brow at that, one long ear twitching. "Really?" His eyes move to Caine, seeing the ringmaster staring at nothing. "Uhh, is he ok-"
"He's fine!" Kinger fills in for him, shifting away from the couch and over to Caine, placing his hand on the mans shoulder and feeling him shake at the contact. "We must get going!"
He uses his grip to help Caine up off the couch and into the air, thankful that his mouth isn't visible when he sees a very obvious patch of wetness on Caines crotch.
He sends the AI away, turning around to address the others. "I hope you don't mind that we have to go, perhaps we can carry this on at a later date?"
Ragatha smiles at him, always so polite. "Oh yeah of course! Have fun with your....coding?"
There are a few laughs and Kinger joins them, curling his fingers hard just to hear Caine yelp up the hall, before he turns towards the direction the little man went in.
He shuffles up the hall as fast as he can, eyes scanning and searching before sure enough, they land on the man that's slumped against the wall abit in front of him.
Caine is on his knees, hands pressed to the front of his teeth while his hips twitch against the hand that's still slowly rubbing against his clit and curling into his heat. He looks back as Kinger comes to his side, his eyes teary and completely unfocused.
"Please-" He whines, hands falling to press to his own crotch, obviously desperate. "Ki-Kinger please-"
Said chess piece looks up towards his room, seeing that it still quite a distance away, before he looks back down at his weepy, desperate lover who's looking up at him with pleading eyes and shameless whines.
He reaches down and picks Caine up off the floor, but only walks him back a few feet to press his front to the wall right next to a random door. He finally pulls his fingers out of Caine soaked pussy and instead uses that hand and his other one to grab Caines trousers and shoves them down his thighs.
He flicks the mans coattails up and shifts about until he can get his cock out, immediately pressing closer.
He chokes out a moan as he thrust his cock through Caines pussy lips, gathering his slick and cum onto his throbbing erection, before he presses the head to Caines cunt from behind.
Before he moves, he grabs Caines hands in one of his own and presses them above Caine head, towering easily over the other.
Caine whines and whimpers "Oh, oh gods please, Kinger, Please-"
"Shh" Kinger whispers in reply, carefully pressing into the almost scalding warmth. "We don't want anyone to hear you, do we?"
Caines goes rigid in his grip, suddenly realizing that they are not that far away from the main room "Oh, oh wait-"
Kinger thrusts in, his free hand grabbing Caine by his tiny waist and using that as a hold to shove-
He sets a fast pace, one that makes Caine let out little 'ah! Ah! Ah!'s at each inward thrust. He feels Caines slick soak his robe and he knows that the mans trousers are going to be ruined after this.
He looks down, just about able to see Caines face and he curses when he sees just how fucked out the man looks.
His bottom jaw is flat against the wall he's railed against it, his top jaw barely lifted as tears drip down his teeth and on to his coat. His clothes are ruined with a mixture of tears, cum and his own slick as he writhes against Kinger.
Kinger leans down to catch his eyes, seeing them glitch red and blue. "You did so well" He says, voice dropping. He groans just a bit to loudly when Caine squeezes around him at his voice, "fuck, Caine you did so well back there, you were so so quiet"
"Kinger-" he chokes out, on his tiptoes, his smart shoes scrambling against the floor as each thrust into his cunt lifts him. "Oh- King- please!-"
Kinger chuckles above him, pressing them closer together and tightens his grip on Caines waist, digging his fingers into his side. "You looked so good, desperate like that" He whispers, eyes closing as he listens to Caines sounds.
"Looked so slutty for me- desperate to be fucked, can you im- imagine if they caught you?" He can't help but hiss, forcing his eyes open to watch as Caines body convulses.
"No!" Caine sobs, but he only presses back against Kingers thrust, the sound of his cunt being brutality fucked into making him whine and Kinger groans in response to the almost filthy sounds. "No, I'm- I'm not a-"
"Oh but you are" Kinger says, letting go of Caines waist and instead using the grip his hand on his wrists to pull them back against the small of his back, pulling at Caines shoulders. He readjusts his foothold, shifting Caine further up the wall-
"It's okay though" He murmers against the side of Caines jaw as he's lifted completely off the ground. He moves his now free, still sticky hand up to wrap around where Caine's neck would be. He grips the invisible flesh, not tightly, but just enough to feel Caine swallow and gag and gasp against him.
"You're my slut" he whispers, fucking harder and faster, hips slapping against Caines ass. He laughs meanly as he watches Caine's short legs twitch in the air but remain unable to really move due to the trousers around his thighs keeping him restrained
"No-" Caine whines, his voice shot and broken. "Not, no not a slut- no!-"
Kinger kisses an incisor, feeling sweat run down the back of his neck. "A whore then? A harlot?" Is he had a mouth he would be grinning, he can feel it as he fucks Caine down on his dick, feeling Caine throb around him at each word.
"Or maybe..." He trails off, hand dropping from Caines throat to instead press on the bump in his stomach, groaning when his cock is squeezed even tighter at the reminder of their size difference.
"Maybe you're my bitch?"
Caines jaws snap closed just as he spasms around Kingers cock, a loud shout barely muffled behind clenched teeth as his voice glitches out and his form is wracked with shakes and shivers.
Kinger thrust one, two, three more times before he hilts himself and then freezes, feeling his body go weak as he cums inside of Caines cunt, groaning weakly at the feel of his cock being sucked all the way through his orgasm.
They both slump against the wall, Kinger letting go of small wrists to grab the wall to steady them both as he carefully helps Caine get on his own two feet again.
He watches his cum drip from Caines pussy and he has to resist the urge to shove his face against the leaking hole and eat him out (gods does he move doing that)
Instead he adjusts their clothing and helps Caine pull up his trousers, before he spins the man around and presses him against the wall.
His teeth are still flushed, his eyes till hazy, and the sigh he breathes is still laced with a small amount of static.
Kinger chuckles at the sight of his lover looking so fucking cute, and leans down to press his invisible mouth to his top two middle teeth. "You're gorgeous baby" He whispers, laughing when he feels the smaller man flush.
Caine huffs up at hm, face embarrassed but looking very satisfied, he has to lean heavily against the wall and Kinger can see the way his knees shake and knock together as he struggles to catch his breath.
"You" He starts, voice rough but amused, "are a pervert"
Kinger doesn't deny it.