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It felt warm.. everywhere. From the tip of his toes to the peak of his ears; like being held by soft warm clouds.
He panted softly, his thin arms wrapping tighter around the chess piece's "shoulders", clinging almost in a needy way he would never admit he felt like.
Swallowing hard, Jax squirms, he loves his hands.
The way they made him feel like he was fragile; Gloved hands that caressed just were it was right, making little noises leave his mouth.
He hummed, closing one of his eyes when he felt a soft peck against his temple, something Kinger did whenever he felt like spoiling the rabbit. And meanwhile Jax pretended to be tough, he melted each time Kinger did that again.
Their breathing was labored, and the pillow fort felt too small and too big at the same time.
Only Kinger would make Jax feel this fuzzy. This lost in sweetness. The usual jerk Rabbit was now reduced into a small creature that whimpered sweetly and was adorably soft.
He gently moaned when Kinger grinded against him again; they had nothing, but it still felt hot whenever Kinger pushed against him, sinking him more against the soft pillows of the fort, holding his waist with such tenderness that made Jax kind of want to cry.
He sniffled softly, babbling the chess piece's name; his mind felt slow, empty. He loved that. He knew he shouldn't ignore his own thoughts, but being held with love and affection made him just forget about anything that made him feel even slightly uncomfortable.
He hugged Kinger a bit tighter.
For once, he didn't have to do the work. Didn't have to pretend or try to read the other to somewhat please them; all he had to do was be cute and he would feel good.
At first he used to try to be the one in control–Kinger never minded. As long as they both consented, Kinger pretty much never found Jax's ideas weird.
But after letting the older man take the lead, Jax has never felt the need to try and be the one in control again whenever they had these sexual encounters.
It wasn't like Kinger was a supreme dominant man, or some bullshit like that; In fact, it was the contrary. He was gentle. Slow. Warm.
Another soft little moan left the rabbit's mouth, to which Kinger hummed back and leaned into a kiss, Jax whimpered, slowly kissing back–as much as his foggy mind let him control his own lips, seriously, all he could do was clumsily follow Kinger's lead, mumbling little moans between the kiss as he tried to keep his eyes opened, his eyelids feeling heavy.
He had to be honest, he loved it more whenever he felt sleepy and Kinger did almost all the job, it made his tummy feel hotter than whenever they had normal sex, which, to be honest, already took him to cloud nine each time.
Kinger softly broke the kiss, peppering short butterflies kisses around the bunny's face, softly trailing down to his neck, where he continued to kiss and gently nuzzle. Jax simply whimpered, ears twitching and flattening, his tail has never stopped wagging since their encounter began.
Each grind pushed them both closer to that peak, and Jax felt dumber than usual.
He tightly wrapped his long legs around the older man's hips, tempting him to move a bit more faster, a bit rougher, they both needed it.
Whimpers and moans filled the fort, soft and intimate, Jax teared up a bit–Was he even allowed to have this? Feel this loved?
But his angsty mind had to shut up when he felt Kinger's hand cupping his face, rubbing a tender thumb against his cheek, he could feel the man smiling over him, and Jax could only breathily chuckle.
Whatever. He'll leave himself get lost in this sweet feeling now.
A few more movements were needed before both of them groaned, Jax gently scratching the chess piece's shoulder as he rolled his head back, countless little mewls leaving his lips without his command from how good it felt; all the heat that formed in his stomach bursting made him see stars.
He panted, and instinctively whined when Kinger tried to pull away.
The chess piece simply chuckled at that. He wouldn't say it out loud, as he knew Jax would probably hit him if he did so, but he loved the clingy side of the bunny. The one that whined whenever they had sex and didn't want Kinger to leave his side until cuddling session was over.
"Ssh, bun." Kinger softly murmured, kissing the rabbit's temple, "Let's get more comfortable, okay? We can cuddle better if we get comfier." He softly explained, and Jax whimpered softly.
After more soft words and persuasion, Jax eventually (and begrudgingly) let Kinger go, letting him fix some of the pillows around them so the cuddle session would feel better.
Once Kinger laid down, the rabbit didn't doubt in flopping on top of him, sinking against his chest and letting his tired body relax.
As usual, a soft chuckle was heard before Jax felt a warm big hand between his ears, making them twitch.
The soft petting felt sweet, safe, and he couldn't help but chatter his teeth softly, a weak purr coming from him that Kinger loved.
Aftercare was the best part, in Jax's mind. It was always sweet. Lovely.
They both could've had the nastiest sex ever known to man, and Kinger would still scoop him in his arms and whisper in his ears that he was the prettiest boy ever to exist.
Just like now, where he was being petted and pampered just because he laid there and took it like a good boy.
Jax let himself melt against Kinger, purring weakly and from time to time mumbling soft praise for the older man too; He wasn't usually used to that, but he couldn't lie, he wanted to pamper the older one too. He may be a jerk, but when he felt soft, he wanted to smother Kinger in love too–Though his tough, prankster persona always stopped himself from showing too much.
Even so, Kinger understood. Smiling softly and proudly whenever the rabbit got himself to mutter some praise for him, it still made his heart flutter too.
Jax didn't even remember how they started these.. encounters, or why he loves them so much, but honestly, all he could say is that he was thankful they existed at all.
It made him feel.. loved. Even if it was just beneficial for both of them to not lose their mind.
Although he might never admit it, he would love to have something more than that with Kinger.
For now he just closed his eyes, breathing slowing down as he let himself fall asleep, and Kinger hummed, gently kissing the top of the rabbit's head before following into dreamland.