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His eyes drift up to the other's face, and his nerves are soothed when he sees Kinger's expression, placid and soft.
He blinks out of sync, before focusing on Caine in front of him, his backlit form harder to read.
"Everything okay?"
Caine's eyes meet Kinger's, and dart away, bashful.
"Y-yeah! I just... don't know this kind of thing that well yet."
"Would you like me to guide you?" Kinger offers, voice gentle.
It takes Caine a moment to respond, but he eventually gives an eager nod. At that, a gloved hand is placed over Caine's own, and he feels Kinger shift in place just a bit.
He feels the larger, chunkier hand guiding his own along his companion's smooth, soft wood finish, purposefully taking time to circle around and over. Roaming fingers finally find what they're seeking, and the feeling of having his lips eased open produces a low inhale from Kinger.
Caine pauses, jaw slightly agape.
"It's...wet." He states, almost comically flat.
"Heh, yeah, it's been... a while." Kinger chuckles and the sound fills Caine with a warmness of the soul he wished he could bottle up and keep for later.
"It's supposed to be, don't worry." He adds, noticing the slight confusion in the AI's eyes.
His hand shifts Caine's under it again, this time directing him towards the sculpted nub peeking out just under where his folds connect.
"This part feels very, very good to touch, but you need to be careful." Kinger instructs, and Caine feels two of his digits placed on it's head, as he's guided with a rolling motion.
The chess piece leans back slightly, and Caine continues as shown, setting his own glove aside for a moment.
"You're...Oh, oh my goodness...You're a natural." He exhales gently.
The two share a moment of quiet, Caine continuing the rhythm set, and heat pools in his core as he listens to Kinger's soft moans and praises.
Caine thoroughly loses himself in the moment. When Kinger's voice brings him back, he stops his motion, and lifts his gaze to meet Kinger's once more.
"Do you want to try anything else?"
"Oh, yes, I do!...There's more?" Caine gasps, eyes shining.
Laughter can't help but bubble out of Kinger, and he muffles himself with a loosely curled fist. He steadies himself, and gestures to Caine for his hand again, who complies with gusto.
His digits are guided into a vertical motion, light as a feather, until he notices his fingertips then being coated in slick, and being carefully eased into Kinger's warmth.
"I'm not concerned with a big climax or anything." Kinger whispers. "I think it's wonderful if you can just... feel."
Caine takes his advice to heart, and closes his jaws around his eyes, not daring to miss any moment of the experience.
The first thing Caine detects is just how incredibly soft he is inside. Curious fingers wriggle gently, and he hears the smile in the other man's voice when he gasps aloud more praise.
"Oh! Oh... That's very good, Caine."
Caine slowly works his way deeper in, listening carefully for any distress or changes in Kinger's behavior. He creates strokes and swirls, feeling soft ridges and plush spots even further in.
The textures inside surprised him most, really. Caine hadn't anticipated so much detail in a part where most humans would never be able to even see. A weird kind of hidden artistry.
He ponders. He listens. He feels the warmth, the silken bliss, the nectar running down his hand and smearing the wooden mesh below. He touches and feels the human that invited him into this world writhe and practically dance to his melody.
He never wants it to end.
"Kinger!"
Abruptly, Caine feels himself jerk back suddenly, his eyes covered in what could be interpreted as stars in the low light, but was more likely to be an error screen. Lines of color and light shimmer in and out, seeming to silhouette his form, but as soon as it had come over him, it leaves.
Caine slumps down, eyes flickering, before he quickly sits up and shakes himself, realizing that Kinger had seen the entire spectacle.
The two lock eyes, and Caine trips over his words.
"O-oh my god, I'm sorry! I don't know what that was, I thought I had a good rhythm going but-"
"Caine, it's okay. I... think you just experienced an orgasm of some kind."
There's an air of amusement in Kinger's words, but he does his best to not downplay how frightening it must have been.
"Do you feel hurt? Scared?" He asks.
Caine looks down at his hands, digits on one still coated in the other man's fluid.
"Yeah, I'm okay, it didn't hurt, it was just...a surprise." He blinks. As Caine's eyes shift back onto Kinger, still fully exposed in front of him, he sputters.
"Uh, s-sorry! I, um- Did- Do you want me to keep doing what we were doing?"
Kinger's eyes smile warmly.
"Whatever you choose, I don't really mind. You do an incredible job at making this old man feel young again."
At that, Caine notices that same strange static pooling and swirling in his belly, and he pauses, trying to identify it.
He loves it.