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Honestly Kinger would feel bad about leaving the party so soon if it wasn't for the fact that Caine looks gorgeous and Kinger very much doubted that he would be able to stay civilized in front of so many people.
It's a struggle to get into the car without grabbing Caine- which he only does once! - and kiss him until Caine is gasping for air.
He holds the door open for Caine and ushers him in, grinning to himself when he spots how flustered the other man is just from a few kisses and touches to the waist.
They get into the car, and Kinger is quick to start it and pull away from the school, unable to stop sneaking glances at Caine who's sitting beside him.
Caines legs are spread slightly in his seat, and Kinger feels something evil curl around his skin at the sight of his open thighs and sparkly pants.
"Caine" He almost doesn't recognize his voice, it's deep and rough and it makes his face heat up because he only ever uses this voice with Queenie.
"Yes?" Caines voice is just as rough, his hands holding the belt across his chest with tight claws, even as his foot taps against the floor of the car.
Kingers eyes meet Caine's as they pull to a stop at the red light, the shining light glinting through the front window, and he really can't help himself.
He moves his hand slowly, giving Caine time to stop him, across the center console, brushing over a small knee, before placing a hand on Caine's upper thigh. He feels the muscles jump under his touch and he sees Caine's eyes widen, his gums going bright red as he stares down at the hand now dangerously close to his crotch.
He doesn't move away from Kingers touch, and Kinger takes that as permission to push a little more. It would be embarrassing to do this in public, especially so soon after everything, but Kinger it's honestly so tired of pushing his feelings down when it comes to Caine.
As he pulls away from the light, he thanks a higher power that his car is automatic, because instead of moving his hand away and back to the wheel to focus on driving, he instead moves it up and up-
His hand cups Caine's crotch, feeling the heat, the stiffness of his erection, the material of his pants and he feels himself shudder at being able to feel Caine like this.
A small hand grabs his wrist, claws digging into his and he watches as Caine lets out a choked breath, eyes half lidded.
Kinger laughs to himself, and rolls his palm, like one would knead dough or bread, his fingers clenching down at the same time just to give some extra stimulation.
"Oh-!" Caine jolts, his body shuddering hard as his legs lift up off the ground and close slightly “K-Kinger-"
"Okay?" He asks, catching Caines eyes once again.
Caine looks back at him, and he looks gorgeous like this, flushed and wide eyed. "Yes-" Caine whispers back and then he grabs Kingers hand with his own, pressing down harder and Kinger shudders himself at the feel of it. "Please-"
Kinger almost misses the right, and goes a bit too fast on the left, but he finally pulls up to Caine's apartment. "Let's go" he says, pulling his hand away and rushing to get his door open. He would feel ashamed of how hot he was feeling just from that, but Caine is basically running to the door himself.
They rush up the stairs and when they get to the door of his apartment, Caine struggles to get his key out of his pocket with the way his hands tremble.
Kinger chuckles and he can't help himself from stepping close to Caine's back and placing his hands on the shorter mans shoulder, thumbs press to his shoulder blades. "Excited?" He asks, leaning close to Caine's head and he laughs again when said man huffs.
"Shut it" Caine croaks and he finally gets the door open, throwing it open and-
Kinger can only watch as Caine spins on his feet and he reaches out to grab Kinger by his shirt collar, claws digging into the fabric. He’s pulled in and stumbles over his feet as Caine drags and then shoves him.
His back collides with the door, closing it with a loud 'slam!' and he can barely blink before a mouth is pressing to his.
Kinger groans and pulls Caine in by that fucking corset, bending down to grab Caine and press as close as possible. He can feel Caines tongue on the lower part of his face and hisses at the feeling.
Caine shudders when Kinger allows him access to his invisible mouth and he pulls back just enough to speak. "You- you have a-"
"Did I say to stop?"
Caines eyes roll back slightly and then Kinger is kissing him again, biting at his tongue, licking at his teeth and pressing harder and harder into him.
His hands move, down Caines’ waist, down his hips and to his thighs. He braces his legs and then shifts, lifting Caine at the same time as he steps forward.
Caine goes with it thankfully, arms moving to wrap around his neck and legs hooking over his hips as he jolts and shakes, breaking away from the kiss to stare at Kinger with wide eyes. "Oh-" His voice breaks, his pupils blown with arousal and his claws digging into Kingers shoulders.
Kinger laughs again and moves, taking steady steps into the apartment. His eyes jump from one area to another and he feels giddy at the state of the place- the thrown about clothes, the dirty dishes on the side, the dust on the tv stand- hell, even the couch looks messy with the way the cushions are fluffed up too much.
He feels his heart swell and he lifts Caine higher, feeling the ache in his chest lessen almost completely.
"Oh my god-" Caine gasp, looking very embarrassed as his hands scramble at Kinger like he’s terrified to fall "Do not hit my head on the door!"
Kinger rolls his eyes at that, but ducks down with Caine when they get to the doorway of his room. They step in and Kinger decides to look at the decor later; he has more important things to look at.
Like the man currently in his arms.
His knees hit the bed and he allows gravity to pull him down until he can rest one arm on the bed. Caine clings to him tightly as Kinger shifts up the bed and lays Caine down, leaning back away from him when he's fully spread out on the sheets.
He stares at Caine as he sits back on his knees, hands moving to rest beside Caine's hips on either side of the bed, eyes scanning his flustered form.
Caines grabbing the pillow on either side of his head, jaws open and eyes wide as he stares up at Kinger. "Uhm-" His nervous tone makes Kinger hum and raise a brow, tiling his head at the flustered look Caine gives him. "Yeah?"
Caines hands release the pillow and instead move up to Kingers shirt, his claws fiddling with buttons as he seems to think about what to say. "I- uhm"
Kinger frowns down at him and shifts, carefully moving closer so that Caine has to shift with him. It leaves Caine perched in his lap, and the Morph sighs as he fully sits up, hands now resting neatly on his thighs.
Kingers own hands move to Caines waist and corset, his fingers fiddling with the laces at the back. "If you don't want to do this-" He starts, only for Caine to shake his head and cut him off.
"No! I do! I just-" His voice cracks and he coughs to clear it, going silent and eyes dropping down to Kingers chest in obvious embarrassment. It's cute, is the thing, to see him so flustered like this and Kinger wants to see more of it, he wants to see just how embarrassed he can make Caine become before he combusts.
Yeah that's....a weird impulse but whatever.
Kinger watches him for a long moment and tries to think about what might be causing Caine such trouble, but nothing comes to mind. He decides to take a shot in the dark then, hoping that he lands somewhere near the right answer. "Is...this about Queenie? If you want you can call her yourself and ask-"
Caine raises a hand and places it over where Kingers mouth would be, "Just, uh, let me-" He takes a deep breath in and his hands drop back down to his lap, eyes skirting away and Kinger can't help but think he looks so sweet like this-
"I'm ...uhm....I'm a virgin" Caine mumbles and it takes Kinger a second for the words to actually register. Kinger feels his brains stutter and his eyes widen in pure disbelief. "...What?"
"Yeah" Caine laughs, full of nerves. "Never um, never done-" He gestures to their bodies with red gums. "That so-"
Kinger stares at him for a long moment, feeling his heart ache in his chest at Caine's statement. “...How?" He asks, in full shock. "How have you never- Caine look at you!"
Caine blinks at him in genuine confusion and Kinger wants to scream. “...what?"
"Caine you-" Kinger takes a harsh breath in, "Caine you're hot, like insanely hot, and intelligent and kind and- did I say hot?"
"Kinger-" Caine jolts in his lap, shoulders going rigid and hands lifting up to press against Kingers chest like he is trying to brace himself "You- you can’t just say that-"
Kinger huffs and shifts, slamming Caine back against the bed again and laughing at his shocked expression. "Caine-" Kinger says, his voice dropping to something sweet and soft. "Will you let me take your virginity?"
Caine stares up at him, and nods, a shaky thing that only proves to make him look even cuter "Please" He breathes, looking close to tears already.
Kinger hums and leans back, moving to begin unbuttoning his shirt, relishing in the way Caine watches his movements. He’s unable to resist putting on a show for him, tensing his shoulders as he shrugs the shirt off and letting it pool around his waist before he tosses it away.
Caines eyes rake up and down his chest and stomach, his gums going brighter and brighter and his eyes shiny. "That’s-" He seems to stutter over what to say, and then just stays silent.
Kinger takes no offence to that and instead moves to Caines corset, shuddering at the feel of soft fabric and the warmth radiating from the smaller man.
He groans for real when, after his hands move to his sides, Caine arches his back up beautifully to allow Kingers fingers to grab the laces of his corset and untie them.
The corset comes loose and Kinger casts it one more look before he pulls it away from Caine, pulling it up over the other mans head. He thinks that this might be one of Queenies corsets funnily enough, because when he casts his mind back he can't remember seeing Caine with a bag when he came over to their house.
He drops it to the floor without looking and then hums at Caine, rubbing his hand over a red shirt. "This?"
He sees Caine hesitate, mismatched eyes darting to his covered arms, and Kinger nudges him again to catch his attention. "It's okay if not, I understand" he keeps his voice gentle but firm, hoping that Caine will be able to put his own comfort above all else.
He sees Caine's eyes scan him, before he lets out a great breath. "It's okay" He whispers. "Take...take it off.”
Either he means the gloves or the shirt, though Kinger isn't sure. So, he settles for allowing his hands to move to the bottom of Caines shirt, hands slipping beneath to touch the skin and-
Kinger jolts at the feel of warm skin and he pulls Caine up further, burying his head in Caines shoulder and breathing in his scent.
Sandalwood, apple and Queenies own perfume stick to his skin and Kinger groans. "Fuck-" He bites out, pulling Caine closer while his hands roam a naked, shivering back.
His fingers dance along vertebrae, his palms grab shoulder blades, his touch flutters over ribs and at each touch Caine shudders and hums. He takes it a bit further, and he pulls his hands to the front of Caine, still underneath the material.
He lifts his head up just enough to speak. "This was one of my shirts, right?"
Caine nods and shakes against him. "Q-Queenie said you haven't worn it in years."
Kinger nods, shifts his hands-
Riiiiiiiiiip!
Caine yelps when his shirts is torn in two, his hands lifting to cover his- well everything. "Kinger!" He scalds, but he looks flustered at the display of strength.
The chess piece goes to tease Caine but stops when he sits back and is able to see Caines upper body.
Now, he knows Caine is small, especially compared to him but looking at him like this is ridiculous.
He has some meat on his bones, some chub to his stomach and such but you wouldn't be able to tell thanks to how small everything else is. His shoulders are surprisingly broad for his stature but his waist- fuck.
His pecs are small and Kinger feels the urge to reach out to focus on them overwhelm him but he resists.
"Kinger?" His eyes barely lift to Caines eyes, feeling hypnotized by the sight of a smooth, pale chest "You....um you're staring"
Kinger shakes himself and takes a deep breath in. "Oh I know" He says and his hands move down to press on a soft stomach and down a slim waist, until he can hook his thumbs into Caines belt loops. "Can I...?"
Caine swallows roughly, hands shaking. "...Hang on-"
Kinger watches at Caine sits up just enough to rip the remains of his shirt off and throws it away, his upper arms on display.
He pauses at the gloves, and then his gaze hardens and they come off too, before he lays back down flat on the bed. Kinger hums at him, fingers moving to the button of his pants. "Okay now?"
Caine nods quickly, hands gripping the blankets on either side of him. "Y-yeah"
Without further ado, Kinger unbuttons and unzips Caines trousers, pulling them down quickly because God is he warm right now. He throws the trousers away and his eyes scans Caines’ thighs and legs, a groan rumbling in his chest at the sight of milky skin and shadowed calves.
He runs a hands up Caine's thigh again and leans down, unable to stop himself from kissing Caines stomach and chest.
Caine shudders beneath him, hands grabbing Kinger by the shoulders, but he doesn't say anything to deny Kingers touches.
He nips at white skin as he moves down, hands move at the same time, and Kinger can feel how his touch makes the muscles jump and Caines breathing hitch.
He gets to Caines underwear waist band and he pauses, kissing right on the elastic. His eyes dart down to the noticeable bulge in cotton fabric and he hums, eyes flicking up to look directly at Caine. "Still okay?"
Caine nods quickly, before Kinger can fully get the words out. "Please-" He whispers, eyes wide and hands shaking where they are gripping Kinger. "Please"
"Okay baby" Kinger can't help but breath, feeling his own cock throb in his trousers at the very idea of getting Caine naked "Okay"
He kisses the skin one more time before he hooks his fingers in cotton and he begins to drag them down pale thighs. He needs to shift to allow them to freely move, and there's a bit of an awkward shuffle for Caine to get them off fully.
When they are fully discarded Kinger eyes flick down-
Only to be stopped by legs closing and hands pressing over them for extra protection. Kinger blinks and looks up to see Caine with his jaws shut. "...Caine?" He sees dark feet twitch and ankles press harder against a pale ass. "Are you okay?"
A nod.
"...Do you....want to open your legs for me?"
"Oh god" Caine whines then and the sound makes Kinger groan when his arousal burns hotter in his chest and in his dick, making it throb painfully. "Sorry" The smaller man says and a jaw peeks open to reveal ashamed eyes. "Sorry I just- I'm not used to someone-" His eyes dart down. "Looking!"
At that Kinger hums, his own hands moving to his trousers. "Will me being just as naked help?"
Caine seems to think about that, and then he nods, his shoulders dropping in what Kinger can guess is relief. "Yes please"
Kinger can't help but laugh at that, even as he begins to shuffle his own trousers down his legs. "So polite, good boy"
He doesn't mean for it to slip out, and when it does he winces because oh that might have been the wrong thing to-
Caine chokes on a moan and curls further into himself. "Oh-" Then his eyes dart away, obviously humiliated by his own reaction.
Hm, Kinger thinks, interesting.
Filling that away for later, Kinger sits up on his knees and lets his trousers and underwear down in one fell swoop, throwing them up the floor.
His cock is rock hard against his stomach and he has to take a moment to breath, force his mind to calm. He doesn't even attempt to touch himself, knowing that if he did he might just go until completion. Sure Kinger and Queenie have sex alot- but this whole situation is so erotic that Kinger is finding it hard to hold himself back from humping the bed like some sort of dog.
"Oh gods" Caine whispers and when Kinger looks up, Caine has tilted his still closed legs to the side to get a better look, eyes wide and focused on Kingers dick. "You're- I might break" He whispers, almost too quiet for Kinger to hear.
"You won't" Kinger says firmly and he ignores his own erection in favor of tapping Caines knees. "Please? Can I see?"
The smaller man looks away, then takes a deep breath in. "Okay"
Kinger watches, feeling stuck in place, as Caines legs shift, twitching and thighs tense as they shift open slowly. He can't stop the way his eyes immediately dart down and how a moan is ripped from his chest at the sight that greets him.
Caines cock is on the smaller side but it's girthy, a nice cock with a white base and a black cock head, pre come already beading at the top.
Instead of balls, just a little further down, Caine has a pussy.
It seats neatly underneath Caines cock, flushed a soft red and looking slick already, lips slightly parted. When Kinger really looks he can see that his lips are air brushed black too, and his clit, that's peeking out of its hood, is solid black.
"You-" He has to clear his throat to get rid of the husk that's in his chest. "You have ...both?"
Caine nods, hands gripping his own bottom jaw. "Yeah" He breathes back. "I should have told you I just-"
"I don't mind the surprise" Kinger breathes and he presses further in-between spread legs, humming and staring down.
Ankles press on his lower back and Kinger leans closer to Caines-
"What do I call this?" He asks softly. "How do you refer to it?"
Caine shudders at that and shrugs. "I don't- uh I don't care? Call it whatever you want I guess.”
Kinger nods at that and moves further down, keeping his eyes on Caines own and watching as they widen the closer he gets to Caines cock.
"Oh- oh Kinger you don't have-"
"I want to" He cuts in, "Please?"
Caines lids flutter and he nods, eyes squeezing shut like he's in pain. "Please-"
Kinger feels almost mean for neglecting Caine's dick but God that cunt looks good.
He dives in immediately, grabbing Caine tight by the hips and lifting him high. He feels legs scramble at his back before he grabs them and lifts them over his shoulders.
He presses his face to the crease of Caines thigh and inhales deeply, smelling his addicting musk- sweat and apple body wash. "God, you smell good" He grins to himself.
"Bet you taste even better.”
Caine shouts when Kingers mouth presses to his clit, and then really yells when a tongue slips inside of him. "Oh- gods-!"
Kinger moans at the taste as he closes his eyes, tiling Caine more to really be able to dig in. His hands move to a small back and he's easily able to keep it lifted for the perfect angle, and he eats Caine out like a starving man.
Hands scramble at his head and tug at his cross but he's unable to stop, unable to pause.
He's had a taste of Caine and now he has to eat his fill.
The taste of Caine floods his mouth when he licks into him and Kinger can't help but dig his fingers into skin and pull himself closer, feeling nothing but pure relief and happiness to be able to taste him like this.
Caine keeps making sounds above him- half aborted whines and squeals that trail off into cries of his name. The sounds are addicting and Kinger needs to rip more out of him.
He forces his tongue to stretch as far as it will go, and then he has to grip Caine tight when the smaller man began to buck against his face.
"Oh-oh god Kinger-! Please- please I- oh- ah-!" Caines body fully leaves the bed apart from his shoulders, his whole weight resting on Kingers hands and the chess piece finds it easy to keep him up.
Claws dig into his crown and while it is painful, it only adds to the pleasure that's leaking down his own spine and settling in the base of his cock that's now leaking a steady stream into the bed beneath him.
He completely ignores his own aching need and instead shifts, sitting up and dragging Caine with him.
"Kin- what-" Caine shouts suddenly and Kinger opens his eyes to see Caine now staring up at him with wide, hazy eyes.
The new angle Kinger has him at leaves Caine curled up like a 'C' with his legs throw over Kingers shoulders and hips still held in his hands.
Caine scrambles at shoulders, then at the pillow underneath his head, his claws digging in and tearing the fabric. "Oh-!" Hie eyes roll back as Kinger redoubles his effort, licking along spasming walls and soft skin.
He lets go of Caine with one hand and hooks it over his thigh, to get his fingers to Caine clit, circling rough and hard at the flushed little bud.
That gets Caine really bucking against him, a random set of noises erupting from his throat and it sounds almost painful to Kingers ears.
He wants to check on Caine and make sure he's okay, but when he tries to make eye contact the man looks too far gone to even think, let alone hold a conversation.
"I-oh-hmhmm!- Ki-" Broken whines, cracked moans, low whimpers all escape Caine as he bucks and writhes. "clo-close! Oh!-oh!"
That gets Kingers attention and he presses deeper and rubs harder before he pulls away, chucking when Caine cries out in shock.
"What?!-" Caine gapes up at him, looking scandalized as he's suddenly shifted back flat. "Ki-Kinger?! What the-"
"Be good" Kinger says, leaning over Caine once more. "Can you do that for me?"
Just like he had thought, Caine immediately goes quiet and he nods quickly, hand lifting to grab his bottom jaw. "Yeah" He breathes, looking close to tears again. "Yeah I can- I'll be good"
Kinger hums at him and sits back, wincing when his cock throbs. He has a feeling he won't be able to ignore it for much longer, but he tries anyway.
He shifts back just enough to be able to slip his hand back to Caines cunt, finger spreading the soaked lips and gently brushing a throbbing clit. He doubts Caine is going to need any lube, judging by the shear amount of slick that's dripping out of him, so he wastes no time pressing a finger in.
It slips in easily, and Caine shudders around him. "Oh-" He whispers, eyes shutting gently. "Mhm"
Kinger watches his face as he curls his finger, twisting it this way and that, before he hums. "Can I add another?"
"Yes" Caine gets out quickly, eyes still closed but looking fully at ease. "Please-"
God he begs so pretty, Kinger thinks as he presses back in with two fingers, before he remembers that he can and should say these thoughts out loud.
"You're so pretty like this Caine" He murmurs, voice full of heat as he scissors his fingers open. "So tight and wet around me, you feel so amazing-"
"Don't-" Caine whines and Kinger pauses, before he sees Caines cock twitch at the praise and he grins.
"What?" He chuckles teasingly. "Are you all hot and bothered for me? Is this making you even wetter for me?" He gives a sharp curl of his finger, digging along warm, sensitive walls. "You feel like you're gushing already"
Caines legs close around his waist at that, but he keeps talking even as Caine whines for him to shut up. "I just know you're going to feel do good around my cock" He whispers and he slips in a third finger, the sounds of Caines soaked pussy being finger fucked echoing in the room "you're going to be so tight and so wet and so good my baby I just know it"
"I-" Caine lets out a low, dragged-out whimper "sh-ah...ah!- shut up-!"
Kinger laughs cruelly at that, "No I think you like it" He curls all three fingers, and he must hit something sensitive because Caine jackrabbits from the bed. "I mean, you're basically sucking me into your cunt" He hisses the last word, watching as Cains throws his arms over his jaws.
"Look at me?" He asks, watching as eyes peak at him from behind clenched teeth. "Good boy"
The eyes disappear and Caine lets out a sound not unlike a trill, the sound making Kinger moan himself and thrust his fingers harder.
Then, just to be mean, he begins to rapidly curl his fingers over and over in a 'Come hither' motion, and Caine shouts his name and sobs.
"I-" Kinger shudders. "I can't wait anymore, are you- can I?"
Caine nods his head, eyes full of heat. "Yes" He hisses, hands tight on his bottom jaw. "Just- Kinger please-"
Kinger nods and makes quick work of slipping his fingers out of Caine, eyes flicking to the slick that drips down his pussy lips.
"Take a picture it- it would last longer" Caine says, voice full of tease.
Kinger feels the full body shiver that goes down his spine and he swears. "God Queenie would love to see this" he says, quietly and to himself, but he watches as thighs jolt.
He looks up, seeing Caine now staring at him with wide eyes, his jaws open in apparent shock, and he feels his eyes own widen. "I'm no- fuck no Caine I won't take a picture-"
"You can" says the smaller man, looking close to shattering into a million pieces. "If...if it's only going to Queenie?"
Kinger gives a nod, half believing that he might have hit his head at some point because this is too good to be true. Caine hums at his silence, and then his voice grows steadier.
"You can show Queenie" Caine whispers, voice broken and eyes lidded and Kinger feels like he's going to cum any moment now. "If you think she'll want to see it?"
"She will" Kinger says immediately because if there's one thing Kinger knows, it's that Queenie loves to see such debauchery.
She always had a habit of getting messy in the bedroom, she loves reducing Kinger to a panting, sticky mess because it always proved that she has done a good job.
He knows that if Queenie sees Caine like this then she'll want- no she'll need to have a turn with him.
"Are you sure?" He asks again, "No worries if not I just- I don't want to make you..."
Caine nods, shifting on the bed. "I want to"
Kinger takes a deep breath in at that and he nods. "Okay, okay-" Then he leans over the side of the bed, and almost falls off.
"Woah!"
"Kinger?!"
"I'm good!" He says, laughing.
Caine huffs above him "can't believe I'm about to let you have intercourse with me"
Kinger looks at him, raising a brow. "....Please just say fuck"
Caine frowns, a mock glare on his face. "No"
Kinger huffs and shakes his head at Caines antics before he finally finds his phone still in his trouser pocket and he pulls it out, swiping it open once he gets settled back comfortably.
He swipes to his messages with Queenie and looks at Caine again. "Are you-"
"Please" Caine suddenly says and he sounds so desperate when he says it that Kinger feels his dick throb.
With one more nod, Kinger opens the camara and holds his phone landscape while aiming it at Caine.
He takes a shuddering breath at the sight on his phone, shifting slightly to get closer for a better angle, and then he clears his throat. "Okay?"
Caine nods, hands moving to rest on his own thighs, legs spreading open further apart. "More then" He whimpers.
Kinger looks at the screen again-
-Caine is spread out on red sheet, pale skin flushed, teary eyes, slack jawed. His hips look bruised and Kinger knows they're his own doing but God it is hot to see on him.
His hands are placed almost delicately on his inner thighs, knees spread and just out the camera angle, cock hard against his stomach and cunt shining in the light of the room. Kingers own cock is resting between slick lips and the fact that Kinger can see it so clearly through the screen make his breathing pick up.
He snaps the photo and sends it to his wife, before immediately throwing the phone to the bed. He crowds over Caine and he feels legs wrap around him, arms come up to wrap under his own. He presses into Caine's cunt with one easy adjustment, cock head popping through the slick, tight ring.
Caine whines next to his ear and Kinger curls up even more into him, holding his ass to his hips as he rolls and twists his pelvis.
"Oh-" Caine shakes, cunt clenching and back arching. “oh-!”
"Is' good" Kinger slurs, feeling his vision black out when Caine clenches around him. "Fuck- Caine"
At the mentions of his name, said man whine and- sobs.
Kinger feels his chest stutter and he looks to his face to see Caines staring at nothing with wide, teary eyes. "Caine" He begins, feeling something like concern burn in his chest "are...are you okay?"
Caine chokes in air. "Yesssss" He drags out, "Pleaseeee"
Kinger snorts a laugh, unable to stop himself, before he rolls his hips.
They both let out twin moans of pleasure and Kinger feels himself throb all over at the feeling of Caines wetness around him, squeezing him so tight that he doesn't know if he'll ever be able to pull himself out.
"Fuck" He hisses, presses his face to Caines shoulder. "Fuck you feel- god Caine you feel amazing around me-"
"Kinger" Caine chokes again, jaw snapping shut as his head presses back on the sheets, Kinger continuing to slowly roll his hips. "Please- please I need- I need-"
"Please what?" He can't help but tease, licking at an airbrushed collar bone. "Tell me baby and I'll do it-"
Caine shakes his head then "no- I-please"
Kinger pulls back and shifts to rest in his forearms, completely covering Caine's body. "Tell me" He pants, hips still rolling achingly slow. "Caine tell me"
Caine shakes his head, jaws closed and sounds of pleasure escaping his clenched teeth and honestly Kinger would let him stay silent but he can feel the was Caine is tightening around him as he talks.
He watches as Caines arms come up to press over his own mouth and he thinks yeah that's not happening.
With his right hand he grabs Caines wrists and he slams them above Caines head, keeping them pinned.
"Look at me"
His voice is rough and deep and his hips keep moving way too slowly, but he needs to break Caine. He needs Caine to ask for something; he needs Caine to put himself first and ask-
"Please-" Caine whimpers, his jaws opening and tears running down his bottom jaw, soaking the pillow below. "Kinger please- "
"Ask" He says again, "Please Caine tell me what you want"
At his pleading tone something in Caine's eyes shifts and soften and Kinger knows that the pain is reflected in his own. He needs Caine to ask- it's stupid and silly especially during sex but he needs Caine to look him in the eyes and ask to be treated the way he wants.
Maybe it gets Kinger off, maybe it's a twisted way of comforting Caine, but he can see Caines arms out the corner of his eye and he needs Caine to know that despite everything that's happening-
He has the power here.
"Kinger-" His voice still cracks, his eyes still cry, but the affection in his tone makes Kingers eyes burn. "Please-" Caines breath hitches.
"-Kinger please fuck me"
Kinger feels the tears in his eyes spill over and run down his face, but he nods. "Okay"
Instantly he picks up the spread of his hips, fucking into Caines cunt with fast slaps of his hips that echo in the room, the sound of their slick flesh colliding ringing in his ears.
Caine lets out little 'ah! Ah! Ah!'s on each thrust, claws curled in on Kingers hand. "Yes-hmh!-"
He feels sweat pour down his back, soaking his forehead but he can't stop fucking up into him, shifting on his knees to be able to reach deeper.
After a few thrusts Kinger can't take it anymore and he sits back, still holding Caines hands down and gods had he never been more thankful for their height difference.
He shifts up to sit on his hunches and in one quick movement he throws Caine's legs over his shoulders, before he hunkers down. He gets up on his hunches, feeling his stomach tighten-
The pace is fast, deep and loud.
Caine screams at the feel of Kinger fucking into him, his back arching into a fierce curve and Kinger has to let his hands go in order to really brace himself on the bed.
Instead of hiding his noises like Kinger thought he would, his arms instead grab onto wood shoulders and Kinger guesses he needs to hold onto something.
"Fuck-"Caine says again and Kinger never would have though he would find swearing attractive until this very moment. "Fuck- Kinger! - kin!- hmnmh!- hahh!-"
Claws dig into his skin, and the pain is glorious.
The bed creaks with the movement and Kinger is half worried it might break beneath them, but he can't focus too much on that.
He fold Cains further, desperate to get as close to the smaller man as possible, and presses his forehead to Caines jaw.
"You f-feel so good-" He whispers and Caine sobs, so he shushes him. "So wet and-ffffuck!- hmm, tight around me baby god you feel amazing"
"Ki-" Caines eyes roll back, and Kinger kisses his top molar.
"You're so beautiful for me" He speaks it like it's a prayer, like he’s worshiping a deity and Caine might as well be.
His hands move all over the man, they dig into the thighs on his shoulders and press on hips, rake across ribs and they leave bruises in their wake and Kinger is obsessed with the way his marks appear so easily on milky skin.
"I want-" He looks up when Caine speaks, spotting his hazy eyes already staring right at him. "I want-hm!- Kinger I want you to mark me!" He shouts the last bit, his whole body trembling. "Please! Fuck, fuck please I- God please-"
Kinger has no other choice then to obey.
He leans down and kisses at Caines collar bone, still hammering his hips, licks a hot strip across the bone-
And then bites.
His teeth, he knows, are sharp.
Caine wails. "Yes! Yesyesyesyes!"
Kinger feels close, so close that he wants to cry and curl into a ball. His cock aches and his back is sore but then Caine cries out and suddenly he feels alive.
He leaves more bites on Caines pecs, his stomach, his hips and even in the 'V' going to his cock, each bite makes Caine cry out and jolt and twist.
Bruises, big and purple are left behind in his wake and the sight of them only serve as a reminder that Caine wanted him to- he wanted all of this and-
God that above all else is hot.
Kinger has to completely sit back then on his knees and he hooks his arms over Caine's legs, locking his fingers together a s he fucks up and pulls Caine down-
He turns his head to bite into thighs, feeling the skin break from his invisible teeth, and he-
"I’m-" Caines head snaps back, his own hands gripping the headboard with enough force to make the wood creak. "Oh!- Kinger!"
"Cum" Kinger groans, eyes fluttering but he refuses to let them shut as he watches Caine fall apart on his cock. "cum for me baby"
Caines breathing seems to stop-
And then he's screaming Kingers name and his cunt is going so tight that Kinger can’t move and he falls forward at the feeling and it's so much input at once and it's good, so good it's goodgoodgood-
"Inside" Comes a voice, shot to hell. "I want you to come inside me"
Kinger, with one last devastating thrust, does.
He feels hands pulls him down to hide away in a small shoulder and he feels the way his orgasm rips his thoughts from him. They vanish, like a candle flame in a strong wind, harsh and without warning and oh so very overwhelming.
He shudders when he feels the warmth of Caines cunt squeeze around him as he cums, his eyes rolling back as the feel of his own cum filling Caine.
"Mmmmmh-" He lifts his head to see Caines looking at the ceiling with half lidded eyes and he has to clear his throat a few times to find the energy to speak. "O-okay?"
Caine blinks, then nods and looks at Kinger with bloodshot eyes and his lower jaw soaked with saliva and tears. "I’m good" He croaks, blinking slowly. "I'm....hm"
Kinger laughs at that and shifts carefully, helping Caine to lower his legs back on to the bed before he pulls his hips back. His eyes snap down to Caines pussy, feeling his spent cock twitch at the sight of his own cum leaking from his folds.
His lower stomach also has a pool of cum that Kinger guesses came from his cock and he realizes that hey, Caine does cum from both at the same time. Instead of thinking too hard about that, or else his his cock might harden again, he instead closes Caine's legs for him and shifts to lay down.
"I'm- I'll get us cleaned up in a moment " He says, still breathless. "I just- need to lie down for a moment" He places a hand on his forehead and closes his eyes as he tries to still his racing heart, hearing Caine laugh beside him.
There's creaking and then a hand is pressed right over his heart and he opens his eyes to see Caine staring at him, half tired and half amused.
"...What?" Kinger asks, feeling a grin spread on his face when Caine giggles at him. "What?!"
Caine shakes his head and then sits up, letting out a soft sound of what must be soreness when he gets settled. Kinger watches as Caine looks down between his legs, and then laughs when teeth go bright red.
"Oh that-"Caine clears his throat. "That's a lot of....jizz?"
Kinger snorts a laugh and sits up too, moving to press himself to Caine's back and press kisses to the top of his spine. "I don't exactly have much control over it" He says quietly and adoration feels his chest at Caine's raspy laugh.
"How rude" Caine breathes, head falling back to rest on Kingers shoulder. The chess piece allows it before he hums and wraps his arms around Caines waist, pulling the smaller man with him until he can sit against the headboard with Caines led with his back to his chest.
Caine snuggles back against him, looking completely at ease and at peace. "Mmm you're so comfy" He murmurs and Kinger kisses the side of his jaw. "So warm"
"So are you" Kinger whispers, hands moving to run over still shaking thighs gently. "And you're beautiful"
He sees teeth flush but at least Caine doesn't deny it this time.
Suddenly there's a buzz and Kinger looks at the foot of the bed to see his phone perched there, face down. "Oh!" He says, nudging Caine. "Can you get that for me?"
Caine hums and leans to grab it, Kingers eyes instantly going down to his ass and the urge to bite that perky little thing is almost too much. Caine presses back against him and Kinger shifts them both to lay down more, a pillow supporting his upper back.
Caine leans back against one shoulder and his eyes watch Kingers fingers as they swipe open the screen.
The first thing Kinger sees is the picture he took of Caine and he feel his cock twitch against Caines back at the reminder of how fucking good he looked.
Then the next thing he sees is Queenies reply.
Wifey: I want him to stay here tmr night.
Wifey: it's my turn.
In any other context it would be innocent and nothing other then a simple joke, but Kinger feels his face flushed as the very idea of Caine being Queenies- well-
Strap warmer.
Fuck that's hot.
Caine whines against him and closes his jaws, making Kinger laugh and hug him again.
"I can't believe I let you take a photo" Caine says shakily, but he sounds more shy then regretful. "That's- oh you can see everything!".
Kinger laughs and places his phone down on the bed, uncaring where it goes, and instead he pulls Caine down into the sheets with him. "It was hot Caine" he says as he pulls the smaller man to his chest
Caine goes easily and the sight of Caine led underneath him again makes his cock twitch and he winces.
"Oh?" At Caine's interested tone Kinger flushes and sits back away from him.
"Sorry" He rushes out, closing his eyes. "I just- God that picture-" He takes in a deep breath, feeling his heart thud against his ribcage. "Just give me a minute to uh- calm down"
Caine doesn't say anything for a long moment, and Kinger takes that as his sign to try and breath through the arousal doing a very good job of forcing his mind to cloud again.
Hands, small and warmth, press to his stomach and move up his chest and he has to open his eyes. "Caine-"
Said man looks up at him, still covered in his own cum, still sweaty, and a grin curling at his bottom jaw. "Who said we had to stop?" The tease in his voice is obviously an unpracticed thing, which sounds like he's trying his best to try and hide. "We have all night, do we not?"
Kinger raises a brow at that, looking down to Caines cock to see it twitching on his thigh, slowly coming back to full hardness. "Mhm"
He leans back into Caine's space, his dick pressing against Caine's thigh and making the Morph give a full body twitch. "Are you sure?"
"Yes" Caine says quickly, eyes darting all over Kingers face. "Pease Kinger I- I need more of-" His teeth go red. "Please"
"How do you want it?" Kinger asks softly and when Caines eyes widen, he doubles down. "Like this? Do you-" He runs a hand up Caine's side until he cups his pec, his thumb pressing down on a perky little white nipple. "-want to ride me?"
"Oh god-" Caine twitches again, eyes fluttering. "I-"
"Or maybe I should fuck you from behind" Kinger muses, feeling the very idea of doing so make his heart race. "Bend you over just like I've always wanted to"
"That-" Caine chokes out, eyes wide and frantic when he meets Kingers gaze. "That one, oh please Kinger-"
Kinger chuckles and sits back. "Well, then" He waits for Caine to focus on him before he nods to him. "Roll over baby"
Caines whole body sets alight and he lets out a long moan before he nods. "O-okay-" With shaky, unsure movements Caine sits up, looks at Kinger one more time, and then turns over to lay on his stomach.
The moment Caine gets settled Kinger reaches up to get a free pillow and he taps Caine's backside. "Lift" The man does and he gets the pillow underneath his hips.
Oh, and his cock presses right against it, obviously.
Caine lets out a drawn out, high pitched moan before he wraps his arms around the other pillow. "Kinger- " He starts, voice cracking down the middle. "I- come on-"
Kinger stays silent as he adjusts, pulling Caine's knees up slightly so that his ass presses to his pelvis, before he wraps his invisible arm underneath Caines lower stomach. The angle keeps him pinned to Kingers body, and it's addicting to see him like this- at Kingers mercy.
"Okay?" He asks, leaning to press his chest to Caines back, feeling the way it shakes. "Caine?"
"Yes-" Is his slurred reply, hips shimmying back to press harder against his cock. "Fu- please Kinger I want-"
"What?" Kinger whispers and the hand on Caine's stomach moves, slipping around Caines cock to spread open his cunt lips. He rolls his hips, sliding his now hard cock though the slick skin, head catching on his hole but not quite slipping in. "What do you want?"
"Fuck me?-" Caine tries, and Kinger shakes his head, kissing at his shoulder.
"I've already done that" he says, and Caine whines. "What do you want right now?" To tell Caine without telling him, he rolls his hips again, nudging against a throbbing clit. "Tell me"
Caine shudders and his shoulders hunch up but-
"I want you inside of me" He finally whimpers, the front of his face buried in the pillow. "Please- please Kinger I want you inside of me"
"Good boy" He chokes out, the arousal suffocating him, before he finally presses back inside of that delicious cunt.
Caines loose now, but gods is he warm on the inside, and it makes Kinger shake. He can feel his own cum leak out around his cock as he presses in and it's amazing to be able to do this.
Instead of giving Caine a moment like he had before, he immediately starts up a deep pace, his cock being swallowed all the way down to the base with every slap of his hips.
"Oh-!" Caine whines and his knees slide against the sheets, but Kingers grip keeps him in position. "Oh- hmm!-"
Kinger, with his hand still on Caine cunt, can feel his own cock slide in and out of the other man and he feels his face burn at it, the way he can feel his hot flesh becomes soaked with Caines essence and his own cum. It's disgusting, it's debauched.
"You're perfect" Kinger groans out, brow furrowed. "Fuck you're perfect"
He shifts his hand, ring and index fingers finding his clit and he circles the little nub fast, pressing the little thing between his digits.
Caines hollers into the pillow, his head thrown back and Kinger doesn't let up- he abuses Caine's clit, feeling him clench and constrict around his cock. "Kin-" He wheezes, unable to speak.
Kinger keeps rubbing, keeps fucking, keeps praising.
It's too good to stop, it's hot and sweaty and sticky but fuck is it amazing to be taking Caine apart like this.
With a cut off whine, Caine cums.
Kinger feels it in the way his walls shudder, how his cock twitches where its pressed to his wrist, cum hitting his hand, but he doesn't pause. He groans at the feeling of Caines cum dripping off of his hand and to the bed below and he makes a mental note to suck Caine off at some point.
"Okay?" He pants into Caine's ear, and the other man nods his head despite the way he's openly sobbing again.
"Pleeeeeeease-" Caine says, hips still trying their best to fuck back on Kingers cock. "IIIIIIII-" He lets out a hiccup. "HmmMmmm!-"
Kinger feels his own cock ache and he shakes. "Fuck-" His head drops to rest on Caines upper back and he begins to lose his pace, feeling slick drip down his thighs as he keeps fucking Caine while ravaging his clit. "Fuck-"
"In-" Caine pleads, one hand shooting back to grab Kinger around the neck. "Me- in-"
"Okay" Kinger whispers back. Feeling close to tears as he tilts his head to kiss Caine's arm, "Okay, baby I-"
He slams in and his orgasm punches into him so hard that he gasps with it, his eyes rolling back and he crowds Caines against the bed.
As he cums he keeps his fingers moving, feeling the way Caine tries to buck away from him. "Cum again" He demands. "Again-!"
Caine squeaks like a trapped animal, his legs trying to close and he scratches at the sheets to try and get away but-
"Yes! Yes!-" Caine sobs, and his head is lifted enough for Kinger to see his ruined face. "Plea- Fuck!-"
"Cum on my cock" Kinger begs, his own voice whiny now. "Please-"
He feels Caine's whole body go rigid and Caine gasp before a single, strong gush of fluid soaks Kingers thighs.
Then the pressure on his cock intensifies so much that it's almost painful and he shudders as hot liquid soaks him, he shudders and moans loudly, falling onto Caine as he rubs Caine through his orgasm.
After a few minutes Kinger stops and he allows Caine to collapse on the sheets, sitting back and blinking blearily down at the smaller man.
His vision is hazy and he almost blacks out when he pulls out of Caine's cunt, but it's so worth it when he sees just how soaked his cunt and his thighs are. Kinger stares at it for a moment longer, watching as his cum slowly begins to come dripping out, before he clears his throat and moves to lay next to Caine.
He presses a hand to the side of Caine's jaws. "Caine? You alright?"
Caine nods, eyes half lidded and pupils blown, and he shifts close to Kinger, clinging to his chest like a koala.
Kinger should definitely clean them up now- the bed is going to be so stained in the morning, but he really can't find the energy to move. So instead of trying to get up and disturb the man now passed out on his chest, he only cuddles the man closer and closes his heavy eyes.
He'll clean it all tomorrow.
!!!
The next morning, Kinger sends Queenie one more picture:
Of Caine, led on his side, claws curled up under his chin and fast asleep. His shoulders and most of his visible skin is bruised or bitten in some way, but he looks gorgeous all the same.
Kinger sends the picture to Queenie, before he places his phone on the bedside table, turns back to Caine, and pulls him back into his arms.
You: Image sent
Wifey: Yeah, he's so coming over tonight I need to peg him.