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Breaths labor heavily inside the dimly lit office, mingling together in a type of need that hadn't been satisfied in quite some time.
While the others were on some sort of adventure or another, Kinger had been left alone with their ever more loving host. He wasn't exactly sure how they had ended up in such a predicament, he could only assume it came about while in his dazed state.
Sticky with sweat and...other fluids he couldn't exactly describe in the moment. He could feel his hair sticking desperately to his forehead, and the blindfold...He just desperately wished the grime would disappear completely. But, the most notable of all, was just how much his legs burned with a terrible ache that told him this had been happening for a while and the feeling of being absolutely full with something pulsing inside of him.
Before Kinger could even think about moving back, a sudden feeling of fabric wrapped themselves around his wrists, bounding them together and making them land on the chest below him with a huff.
"Now where do you think you're going, my dear?"
The tingle of static through the touch on his thigh left Kinger shivering in overstimulation, a desperate groan ripping from his throat as he tried to speak up. "Ca--Caine wait--"
There wasn't any time to interrupt as the movements only began once again. It was messy, the way Caine rolled his hipsup into him, but Kinger could feel the practice that had gone into this for however long they've been at it. He could feel that the positioning was almost just right, almost like it had been achieved before only to slip away in the climax before.If Kinger didn't have any sense in him, he was sure to have helped him find what he needed. But he had that sense.
Clenching his fists against Caine's bare skin, he tried to keep his voice muffled, biting a little harsher into his lip than intended before feeling the AI below him slow. It was agonizing in a way, a feeling lost that was needed again, but Kinger couldn't bring himself to say anything about it. Instead, he felt a sharp tug on the top of his hair, Caine making quick work to bring him down for a hasty kiss.
"What did I tell you about keeping quiet?" When it's mumbled against his lips like that, Kinger couldn't help but feel sorry for even doing it in the first place. But, before he could even squeak out an apology, he could feel Caine's tongue lick against his lips. It wracked another shiver through his body as that tongue forced it's way in and the once fast pace rolling returned.
It felt like too much and not enough all at once, Caine's hands finding their way to Kinger's hips to hold as the rolling turned to actual thrusts, forcing the blond to hold himself upright while he worked into him. The overwhelming static never left his body, it only seemed to intensify as his own cock throbbed in need of another release. It was strange, he hadn't felt this worked up since he was a teenager. Wreckless and needy with a face he could only remember in a blur. He wasn't allowed to dwell on that memory for too long, though, as another rough pull of his hair snapped him back to the reality at hand, ripping another moan out of him as the pain overlapped with the pleasure.
"Stop thinking about her." With the way Caine's voice growled, he wasn't making a request. Kinger briefly thought about if it was really that obvious to tell his thoughts like that, but that thought was fleeting as well as the movement stopped entirely.
Kinger let out a disappointed whine that he was sure he'd kick himself over later, but knew exactly what the AI wanted. Despite the burn calling for him to stop, he maneuvered his bound hands further up Caine's chest to rest as he positioned himself in a way he could continue. It was slower than what Caine was giving him, but Kinger found that moving himself in such a way had the pleasure shimmering through his body with each movement of his hips.
He couldn't stop the soft groans or the trembling in his thighs as he used the other's body for leverage, pulling and pushing onto Caine's cock with every raise of his hips. It left his mind feeling numb in a way. Easy.
If he had his way, he could stay like this forever.
He felt nauseous.
The circles rubbed into his hip helped Kinger to relax more as he grew into a steady rhythm, feeling the familiar knot tying in his stomach that signaled it's time. With a couple shifts of his hips and one particular bounce down, there in the pit of his core, he found it. It was all too intense, just the singular brush of Caine's tip against his prostate left Kinger trembling and gasping for air, unable to move anymore than he already had.
"Found it."
Before Kinger could register what Caine had said, the AI was already thrusting up into him again, grip tight on the man's hips as he plowed deeper and deeper in. With every thrust came another shockwave to take Kinger's breath away, leaving him gasping and moaning as his hands desperately tried to grab onto anything for purchase. It wasn't any use, though, the moment Kinger felt Caine's cock pulsating against his prostate with another release, his own came in a white hot flurry.
His body had been too sensitive to it, his body had been too sensitive to everything, so all that followed was a dry moan and all the energy in his body disappearing all at once. He could feel himself fall over onto Caine, breathing heavily into the other's neck as the darkness of the blindfold helped to ease his nerves. He didn't think he could look at Caine in the moment. Didn't even know what he would see if he could.
They'd stay like that for a while, longer than Kinger was comfortable with, but he could feel the start of Caine's hips moving again and gasped. He tried to move away again, but arms wrapped too tight around him, holding him in place as the AI started again. That's when a sharp pain dug itself deep into his flesh, Caine biting right along his shoulder as Kinger cried out. It would surely leave a bruise, but, with the way Caine kissed it after, he couldn't find it in himself to care.
It was overwhelming, suffocating. But he couldn't care.
Caine mumbled something in his ear as the thrusts grew faster, something distant as his mind only grew foggier and foggier with stimulation. A name? He couldn't remember.
All he could remember was the soft echos of "love" that etched themselves into his mind.