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"-like I said ma'am, the three for two sale only include these two, this third one is not included in the deal"

"....But I want that one"

"Yes, but you'll be paying full price for it-"

"No, it's in the three for two sale!"

"Ma'am-"

"Let me speak to your manager!"

Caine closes his eyes for a long, long moment before he presses the button near his till. "Okay, someone will be down shortly"

Without much more he turns away and steps out of his booth, power walking away and down the frozen aisle. He picks a random freezer, pulls it open, and stares at the packets of frozen peas.

Do not scream, he thinks as he takes long breaths in, trying to hold back the frustration burning in his chest, people will think you're weird, don't scream.

"Caine?" His eyes flick to the icy glass door and he sees Pomni staring at him with wide, concerned eyes. "You okay?"

Caine takes a deep breath in, letting the chilly air of the freezer seep into his lungs before he nods, only once.

"The three for two lady" is all he manages and Pomni winces, looking up and down the aisle and seeing it devoid of customers.

"Amazing" She mutters, coming over to stand next to Caine, following his gaze to the peas. "Someone dealing with her?"

Caine nods, eyes locked onto the frozen bag. "Probably" he says back and then he goes silent.

He can feel Pomni looking at him and at the side of his jaws, but he can't find the energy to look back at her. He feels dead on his feet, his knees ache, his back hurts, his eyes sting from the fluorescent lights that hover above him. He can hear the beeping of tills a few aisles over, the sound of trolley wheels squeaking on the floor.

"Caine?"

He hums and forces his head to turn, seeing Pomni looking at him with open concern now. "You look..." She trails oof, her pinwheel eyes going soft. "Tired"

Caine nods and finally steps back from the freezer, closing the door. "I am" He says with a sigh, rubbing his top jaw. "This is my tenth day in a row, I'm so tired Pomni and-" His minds flashes to the bills stacked on his kitchen counter, his broken shower head, his damaged front door and he slumps. "I'm just tired is all" He gives what he hopes is a reassuring smile, but judging by the way Pomni winces he fails.

"How about we take break?" She suggests, "We can sit and just...not talk?"

Caine thinks that over, his ankles throbbing in time with his heartbeat, and he nods. "Okay"

!!!

It's just them in the break room so Caine doesn't bother to try and save face. He slumps in his chair, the side of his jaw pressing to the table while he groans, his plan of not talking going out the window "I'm so broke Pomni" He grumbles, hearing the woman hum above him. "I need to fix my shower head so that it doesn't just- start screaming at me! I've got to get my front door fixed; I've got to pay rent I've got to get rid of the mold in my bedroom, I have to-"

"Caine" Pomni cuts in and the man lifts his head to look at her. "That's a lot"

"I know" Caine says and he sits back fully, hands on the table. "My shifts are being cut" He says and he sees Pomnis eyes widen. "After today, I'll be lucky to get two days a week, and I can't live off of that!-" He buries his face into his hands. "I can't keep doing this- I need a way to get money and-and-"

"Maybe...you need a sugar daddy?"

Caine scoffs and drops his hands. "Yeah okay, thanks for the-" He cuts himself off at the look on Pomnis face.

The jester looks nervous but genuine and it makes Caine blink. "Wait you- for real?"

At Pomnis silence, Caine shakes his head. "You want me to, what? Sleep with someone for money? No, no I might as well be a sex worker!"

"You would make a good sex worker" Pomni says, completely serious.

"I would" Caine confirms, just as serious "But that's not the point" he goes to keep speaking, but pauses when Pomni glances away with pink cheeks.

"Wait" He watches as she curls in on herself. "You....were you being serious? About the sugar daddy thing?" He can't keep the disbelief out of his voice, openly staring at Pomni with wide eyes. "Pomni!?"

"I've heard-" She rushes out, looking even more flustered now. "That it's good money! And- y'know" He seems to pauses before her eyes meet Caine's. "...what have you go to lose?"

"My dignity" Caine can't help but bite out. "I- do you really thing I'll just send nudes to a random man for like, what ? A couple-"

"It can be thousands" Pomni suddenly cuts back in and it sends Caine silent. "Some pay thousands for a photo of like, you in a shirt they bought you."

Caine blinks at the pale woman and slumps back into hie seat, feeling conflicted- which he really shouldn't.

He should dismiss the idea completely, wave it off and tell Pomni to change the subject, but it's hard. He knows what's waiting for him at home- a broken door, a screaming shower head, a cold apartment.

Is it so wrong to think about an alternative? Wouldn't it just be another way to make money?

He hates himself for thinking so much on it but-

"Do-" He hesitates and Pomni nods at him in encouragement. "Do you have a certain website?"

Pomni smiles wide at him and she whips out her phone, swiping across the screen a few times before she finds the screen towards caine.

He reads the domain name and frowns. "Daddy Finders? Really?"

"My friend, who shall remain anonymous-"

"Gangle? It's totally Gangle-"

"Shush! Told me about this one" She begins to swipe through the ad for it and Caine watches closely. "It's super safe, super secure. The daddies have to perform a background check to make sure they aren't weirdos" Her eyes meet Caine's again and Caine feels exposed under her gaze.

"Caine some of there people don't even want sex" She says gently and Caine has to look away from her eyes and how unbearably soft they are. "Maybe you'll meet one who just wants some company?"

He finds that hard to believe, but-

He thinks about it.

While he serves and packs away he thinks about it.

While he gets on the bus home and reads through news articles on his phone, he thinks about it.

Even when he gets to the top floor and to his apartment, ramming the door open with his shoulder, he thinks about it.

As he eats his poorly cooked ramen, he thinks and thinks and thinks-

He looks around his barely furnished apartment, his broken toaster, his water stained ceiling.

He can already hear the pipes to the bathroom groaning and he wonders if he'll get cooked alive or frozen when he tires to shower.

He looks at his tv, the thing doesn't even have sound anymore, just a picture that cuts out more times then it stays on.

He's got four days off now, his hours had been cut drastically and all day he's been doing mental gymnastics to try and figure out how to make his money last him until next month.

He stands, half eaten bowl of ramen in hand, and moves to the kitchen to leave it on the side.

Without much thought he moves to his bedroom and flops on the bed, huffing when the springs dig into his back and bite into his skin even through the thick hoodie he's wearing.

He looks at his ceiling in here too, the patches of mold that wouldn't go away no matter how hard he scrubs, and sighs.

He pulls out his phone and searches a daddy finders.

He thinks it over and over again while downloading it, and then some more when he puts in his card details and sets up a profile.

Then-

'Please add up to 5 photos!'

Ah. Right.

Caine winces and looks down at himself, it doesn't give him the option for his gallery so he guesses that he has no choice but to use live images.

He sighs and stands up, walking over to his full length mirror. He lifts his phone, framing himself from head to toe, and takes a picture before he can really think about it.

He looks plain, with a black hoodie and gray sweatpants, but at least he looks clean. Somewhat.

Before he can question it too much, he finishes setting up his profile and he gets to his bio. He debates with that to say, before he decides screw it.

'need money, don't know about the sex part yet tho, ask me'

Short, simple and to the point.

With that, Caine finishes setting himself up and he flops back on his bed, rolling over to look out his window and at the setting sun.

Bzzz. Bzzz.

Really?

Caine grumbles and pulls out his phone to check it, frowning at the sight of so many notifications.

He opens the app and winces at some of the previews he sees.

BigDDaddy: hay wanna suck on....

DomDaddy4u: god I wanna fuck that.....

BigDuck: let me hit please....

Caine reads through all of them, feeling his embarrassment rise because what had he expected? Of course everyone on this app would only want one thing from him, none of them would want to make a connection to him in anyway, god he was so stupid.

Kinger: Oooo! Do you like Naruto?? I....

That.....is different.

Caine can't help but click on the last message to read, eyes scanning the words.

Kinger: ..I love Dragon ball! Honestly tho I like the older eps more then the newer ones, and Super I just don't like.

Caine frowns harder and then looks back to the wall behind him and sure enough- there on his wall is an old Dragon Ball poster, in direct eye line of the mirror.

Caine swallows roughly and looks at the message again, chances are this guy was a pervert too but he did seem genuinely interested.

He debates over and over, before he gives up and settles back against his headboard.

You: I mean I enjoy the movies but yeah, super is something I never watched

He send the reply before he can think about it, but his phone buzzes only seconds later.

Kinger: ah yes! The movies are fun to watch, and the fact they are all canon is amazing, they sometimes don't do that in some anime

You: yeah actually, like Naruto I guess.

Kinger: exactly!

Its almost embarrassing how easy the conversation flows from one topic to another, both of the talking easily and without pause. It's nice, Caine thinks as his eyes grow heavy while he waits for Kingers reply to his past message, to be able to get to know someone.

He laughs to himself as Kinger rants about the logistics of Soul eater, and he reaches over to grab his charger cable to plug in his phone because his eyes are getting a little too heavy to stay open.

Sure enough, as the clock hits 3am, his heavy eyes win the battle and they close. His phone falls on his chest and he falls asleep, unable to read the messages sent to him.

Kinger; yeah!

Kinger: you awake?

Kinger: hmm guess not, you're not active.

Kinger: I'll message you in the morning then, sleep well, thank you for such a nice talk ;)

Then, Caine's phones buzzes with another sound, one unfamiliar and unheard of before.

'Kinger sent you 1,000!'

His phone buzzes one last time.

Kinger; Night night :D

!!!

Caine cracks his eyes open to the sun glaring at them and he winces, rolling over and away from he window while pulling the sheets over his shoulders.

His mind it hazy and his body still feels too heavy for him to really focus on anything other then going back to sleep, and he's tempted to do just that when his phones buzzes.

It's not often he'll get a message, especially so early, so with a loud groan of annoyance he rolls back over and slaps around on his bed until he finds his phone. He blinks his eyes open and stares up at the screen as he swipes it open.

'Kinger sent you 1,000!'

Kinger: good morning!

Huh.

Caine reads the message again-

And sits up so fast in the bed that his head spins.

"One thousand?!" He shouts, blankets being flung up the floor as he stares at his screen. "What?!- I-" He looks around the room, half expecting this to be a prank of some sort, before he goes to his online banking.

Instead on one to many zeroes to the left, they're to the right and he feels tears fill his eyes. He could fix his shower now, his door, he could by actual food instead of just ramen!

He'll want something in return.

The thought it sobering and sudden and it makes him cringe as he swipes back to the mans message, top jaw frowning.

You: why did you send me the money? What do you want in return?

Caine stares at the screen, seeing nothing but his own message glaring back at him, and he places his phone towards the foot of the bed. He turns over and buries his face into a pillow, letting out a low and whole body groan.

One thousand? That means he'll have to do something big right? Like...like maybe he'll have to send a video of him doing something with his feet which- ew, not his thing at all-

His phone buzzes and dives for it, yelping when he rolls right out of bed and up the floor with a painful 'thud!'. He lays in a heap for a moment before he sits up, grabbing his phone to swipe open the messages to read.

Kinger: just a thank you for last night! Our conversation was very interesting! I hope to do it again soon!

Caine stares at the reply, his stomach twisting in on itself.

You: what?

Kinger: yes, it's been awhile since I've talked to someone about so many things before. It was fun, I thought it would be nice to pay you for your time

That-

Before Caine even thinks about it, hes pressing the call button, only to freeze. "Oh. Oh no what am I-"

The phone is answered by a "Hello?" His voice is level and smooth and it sends a shiver down Caines spine. He curls in on himself, pressing his jaws together as he stays silent. "...You didn't mean to ring me, did you?"

The tone is full of amusement and something about it makes Caine flush, but he fights it back and clears his throat.

"W-well, no, but- you sent me money for doing- nothing!"

Kinger is silent for a moment, then- "Not nothing" He says softly, the sound of shifting coming through on his end. "Like I said, you made for some pleasant conversation"

"I thought-" Caine hesitates but pushes on. "I thought that you- I mean, people like you want ...more in return for money right? Like I thought I would have to-" He waves his hand about as he stares at his screen. "Send pictures of my butt or something!"

There's silence, before Kinger comes through again, tone suddenly lacking any and all humor. "Do you want to send me those pictures?"

Caine feels his gums go red, his chest stuttering and he moves to kneel by the foot of the bed, pressing his top jaw to the scratchy sheets. "I...don't..." He wants to say no, he wants to tell Kinger to never ask that of him but...

"I just assumed-" He cuts himself off, feeling embarrassed.

Kinger chuckles again, his voice losing that dark underline. "Then I won't mention it unless you say otherwise, all I ask is for some friendly company! Would that be good for you?"

Caine thinks it over, thinks about the money sat in his account, thinks about the food he'll be able to buy, the shower head he'll be able to fix, and he feels nothing but relief.

"Yes" He breaths and Kinger makes a satisfied sound on the other end.

"Good"

Caine shudders, and nods. "Y-yes"

"So, now that you've called me, shall we chat?"

Caine feels a laugh bubble in his chest and he pushes himself up to his feet, flopping back on the bed and looking up at the ceiling.

"I guess...." He mutters, but he feels more at ease now, more relaxed.

"Great!" Theres shifting on the other end, and then Kinger hums. "Have you ever watched Pacific rim?"

Caine laughs at laugh, grinning up at nothing while he places his phone next to his head. "You mean that amazing movie that has no sequel? Absolutely I did"

As they talk, Caine can't help but think about the money now in his bank account, his heart hammering against his ribs because he can do so much with it, he can fix so many things.

He's grinning like a fool as Kinger keeps talking, feeling relaxed for the first time in years.

!!!!

Two hours later when he gets off the phone to Kinger, his phone buzzes and he knows what it is before he looks, but he still jolts up in bed when he registers it.

'Kinger sent you 1,500!'

!!!

The first thing he does with the money is fix his front door.

He calls up a local repair man who comes out within the day when he says he can pay full and in cash, and a few hours later his door no longer falls off the hinges when he opens it to fast.

Then he orders Chinese takeaway.

And almost cries.

Its been months since hes been able to scrounge together the change to get money for a filing meal like this, normally surviving off of cold sandwiches and dented tins of soup.

All while this happens, he is texting Kinger.

Random stuff really, he had been so excited that he had sent a picture of his food led on the coffee table. The other man has only sent back a bunch of smiling faces at his obvious excitement.

The guilt isn't there, for some reason. He had thought that taking someone's money for no other reason then talking to them would cause him to get a squirmy feeling in his stomach. Said feeling tried to bury its head sometimes, but then he looks over to his fixed door and the feeling disappears.

It also help that he rationalizes that Kinger is most definitely loaded.

The site he was on didn't give pictures of the 'Sugar Daddy' only the 'Sugar baby' and Caine understood why that was the case- technically there was no reason for the money senders to show their faces, seeing as they were the ones asking for pictures.

But, like always, Caine couldn't help but wonder.

He had heard Kingers voice already after this morning and calling him without thinking and he keeps trying his best to put a face to the voice but it's hard to do so.

Is he human? A Morph? A hybrid? There are so many possibilities that Caine is left reeling.

He glances at his phone on the table, when forces himself to look back at the tv.

...his eyes dart to his phone again.

What would be the harm in asking? If Kinger didn't want to show Caine what he looked like he wouldn't have to right? Caine could take a no, obviously.

But maybe it would be a yes.

Caine grabs his phone and swipes to messages, humming nervously as he types.

You: hey so what do you look like?

You: you don't have to tell me I'm just

You: y'know, curious

Before he can even out his phone down, it buzzes in his hand and Caine jolts.

Kinger; do you want a picture? I don't mind

Before he can really think about it, Caine responds

You: yes. Please

Where the hell did that please come from? What is he begging for a photo?

Bzzzzt. Bzzzzzt

Kinger: hm

Kinger: good boy

That.

Caine reads the two litte words again and he feels heat settle in his stomach because he can imagine that smooth voice saying those exact words to him and it's very attractive.

Caine shifts on his couch and pulls his legs up to his chest, his cotton bottoms hanging over his feet.

You: haibe

He groans at his stupid reply, feeling his teeth flush because he really needs to clam down.

Kinger: was that okay? Tell me if it isn't and I won't do it again

Caine has to really think about it, his chest still aching and his teeth burning, before he swallows roughly

You: no its fine I just wasn't expecting it

Before he can double guess himself he sends another

You; you can keep calling me that

Bzzzt. Bzzzt.

Kinger: hm, good boy for telling me

Caine shudders and leans to the side to rest against the arm of the couch, feeling his face burn bright. Then he jolts when an image comes through.

Huh, so he is a Morph is his first though.

Then his second thought is oooh no he's hot.

He looks like a Chess piece Morph, a king (fitting) if he looks close enough, with wooden skin and big blue eyes that shine in the light of the bathroom he's stood in. He's wearing a classic business suit, dark blue slacks and coat with a black shirt that clings to his chest and stomach.

Caine guesses that like all Chess pieces Kingers arms are either transparent or completely invisible.

He's hot.

Kinger; so?

Caine tries to think of something appropriate to say, but-

You: you're hot.

What.

Caine throws his head back in disbelief at that. "What?" He says out loud, amazed by his own stupidity. "Why would- why?!"

He buries his face into his hands, gums positively on fire as he thinks the message over and over again.

Why? Why does his mouth move faster then his mind? It would always get him in trouble, saying things before truly thinking them through, typing his first thought without truly focusing on it.

He was such a fool-

His phone buzzes again and he hesitates before lifting it up to look at the screen.

Kinger: hm. Thank you baby

Kinger: is that okay?

Caine screams into a pillow.

!!!

That night when led in bed Caine thinks.

He thinks of that voice telling him he's a good boy, calling him baby and he feels the arousal he's been ignoring all day burn anew in his stomach.

When he had joined the site he had fully expected to do whatever he had to do in order to get money. He had to basically coach himself for when that happened. He had been sort of dreading it- the idea of sending naked pictures to a random person in the Internet had been more then off putting.

So when Kinger has said he only wanted to talk? Caine had been beyond relieved. He honestly thought that would be it, they would chat, they would getting to know each other, and Caine would be able to keep his dignity.

Now though-

All of his tension, tension he didn't even know he had until Kinger said those two little words, is being brought to the surface.

He takes in a shuddering breath, his right hand moving down his body to slip into his underwear as he stares up at the ceiling.

His fingers touch his half hard cock and he jolts, feeling over sensitive from just a brush of fingers on his overheated skin.

He runs his palm over the head to collect the pre there and then uses that to make his slide easier, the feeling running up his spine to settle in his throat and come out as a groan.

He jerks himself slowly while his mind wonders, his other hand quickly pushing down his sleep shorts to have easier access to really move, before he lifts it to press against his lower teeth.

He thinks about Kinger, inevitably, and it makes him burn.

He wonders how big his hands are, how broad his shoulders might be, his chest. In the picture his legs were long so he can only assume that he's tall. He can picture Kinger talking to him, voice low and level and soft.

'good boy' he would say, leaning close to Caine's face, still dressed in the stupid, handsome suit. 'such a good boy for me baby'

That makes his toes curl into the sheets and his back twitch, feeling overheated in the hoodie he's wearing but he can't stop thinking about it.

Would Kinger be rough? Gentle? He gives off those 'soft until you brat' vibes and Caine wants to know, he needs to know.

More pre leaks down his cock and it makes his hand job easier and he thrusts into it, his chest heaving and eyes rolling back as Kinger keeps talking to him.

'so handsome baby, such a good boy, just like that for me, there we go'

It's been awhile since he had last done this so it's not a surprise that he feels close already, too close to really think or breathe, the burning in his stomach aches and-

"Kin- Kinger-" It comes out as a low moan, his cock twitching and spurting his cum all over his hand, thighs and lower stomach. He shudders through it, curling upwards slightly as his heart rings in his ears.

He slumps back down on the sheets and takes gasping breath, trying to still his shaking limbs.

He lifts his hand, seeing his own cum staining the white and black flesh and thinks-

Maybe he wanted Kinger to ask for more.

!!!!

Three weeks later hes still thinking about it as he makes breakfast.

Did he want more? He's only known Kinger for a short time really, talking to him on the phone only about three times now, and he's already considering actually, what, sexting him?

True to the chess pieces word, he had continued with the nicknames, sending them to Caine while they causally talked and each time Caine would get flustered and hide his face even though the other man couldn't see it.

When they talk on call Kinger seem to try his best not to say those phrases and for that Caine is grateful, he really doesn't know how he would react if Kinger was to actually say those words. Caines already, tended to himself, more times in the last month then he probably has in his entire life.

Each conversation is thrilling to him, talking about random things, chatting about friends and work. It was trivial at best but it made Caines stomach flutter each and every time. He had explained that he joined the site because his days had been cut at work and he needed the money, and then they had both laughed when Caines had read some of the messages he had received when he first signed up.

Kinger, apparently, found it hilarious that Caine didn't like to swear, and would frequently burst into laughter when Caine would say 'Oh gosh!' instead of something like a curse.

All in all, Caine was happy.

But-

He stares down at his chicken and salad wrap with a glare like it's to blame for his indecent thoughts.

He's not against it, is the thing, not like he had been at the start.

Is it because he knows Kinger? Well, sort of knows Kinger even.

He groans and half heartedly eats as he continues to think.

He's been doing a lot of that lately.

Maybe that's the issue.

Maybe he doesn't want to think for a while. Maybe he wants someone else to be the brain for him for a little bit, allow him to just float.

The urge to let someone look after him, to take care of him is overwhelming and it makes his stomach flutter as he slumps against his kitchen counter. He always over thought stuff, that's his thing, maybe he wants someone to wipe his mind for him.

The idea is appealing. Very, appealing.

Would Kinger even want that? Would he want something more sexual?

He called me good boy and baby after knowing me for a day and half, yeah, he would be okay with something more sexual.

He finishes his food and dumps his plate into his kitchen sink, stumbling over to his couch and plopping down as he stares at his broken tv.

He grabs his phone and swipes it open, looking at the screen with a furrowed top jaw.

How...would he even bring it up?

Would he just straight up ask him? Tell him? Demand it from him?

No, no there's no way he can start this conversation, maybe he should just wait for Kinger to bring it up.

But he might not.

Caine debates with himself over and over again until he finally sends a message before he can really think too much about it.

You: what did you want out of this site? Just some friendly company?

Theres no reply for awhile and Caine takes no offense to it, he knows that Kinger works until five, and that sometimes he gets so busy he doesn't get a chance to check his phone until hes clocked out for the day.

To kill the time, and settle his nerves, he decides to scroll through tvs online, feeling giddy at the idea of actually being able to have a functional one.

Hes already paid his rent for this month, and next month in advance (his landlord had been very surprised) So the rest of the money can be spent on whatever he wants.

He orders a new tv, nothing to fancy of course, just a flat screen and then he begins to do something he hadn't for years.

Clothe shop online.

He immediately begins to add to his basket, dozens of band T-shirts, grunge shirts, baggy cargos. He even allows himself a chunky chain necklace.

He presses order and it's weird to not be worried about where the money is coming from, it's strange to be able to press buy without panicking about if his card will decline.

He makes a mental note to go to HotTopic at some point for some new boots, seeing as his are falling apart on him. He hums and mutters to himself as he adds in a few more chunky bracelets.

He looks at the time and notices that it's a little past 12 and groans. He hates having days off of work like this- days where he has no plans or anything to do, hes always bored out of his mind after a few hours.

He flops back on the couch and scrolls aimlessly through social media, then drops his phone to his chest. Then rolls over to his front to groan into a cushion.

Bzzt. Bz-

The speed in which he grabs his phone is embarrassing.

He sits up so quick that it makes him nauseous and he looks down at the screen with wide, expectant eyes.

Kinger: I'm still at work, I have a few meetings. I'll call you after baby

Caine feels his body go rigid with something like excitement at that, and not just because of the term of endearment.

You: what is that supposed to mean?

He winces because it sounds pissy, but he's honestly just too amped up to focus on anything other then Kinger calling him baby because he's still not used to being called that.

His past relationships were casual things, short dates and get togethers that never really got too serious for one reason or another. They would call him darling or sweetheart.

But baby? It made him feel cared for, looked after.

Bzzzt.

Kinger: be patient, okay? Can you do that for me?

Caine shakes.

You: yes

Kinger: good boy

Caine has to stuff his phone under a cushion to try and stop himself from staring to intently at the screen, knowing that if he does he might not do anything other then wait for Kinger to ring.

He jumps up and gives himself a shake, feeling his stomach turn and his chest swell because Kinger gave praise so easily, so naturally.

He moves to the bathroom and decides that having a shower will pass the time, especially with how much he has to fight to get it to not scream at him.

That's the next thing on his list, he thinks as he begins to strip naked, fixing his shower.

He turns the water on and waits for it to warm up, already hearing the pipes protest as he stands and shuffles in his feet. He looks to the bathroom mirror over the sink and sees his own face looks back at him, gums red, teeth flushed and eyes shiny.

He huffs at himself and rolls his eyes, looking down at his feet. His cock is half mast against his thigh just from Kinger calling him a good boy which is humiliating but...

There's no one else here, is there?

After a moment of consideration Caine moves to the sink and leans down to open the cubby beneath, quickly locating and grabbing the lube.

He walks over to the shower and shudders as he gets under the spray, warm water running down his back and legs.

He fiddles with the cap until it unlatches and he squeezes a considerable amount on to his hand, then takes a deep breath in before letting the bottle drop to the floor outside the cubical.

He reaches behind himself and presses between his cheeks, moving to press a forearm to the tiles as he takes a deep breath, his fingers pressed against his tight entrance.

It had been a while, he thinks as he furrows his brow, since he's had the motivation to do this, or the arousal.

'good boy'

His finger slips in right to the last knuckle and he gasps, shocked and in disbelief at how easy that was.

He presses his upper jaw harder to his forearm and curls his finger, knees shaking when he presses along sensitive walls.

The shower seems to understand that's hes having a moment because it's only squeaks at him instead of screams, so he's able to focus at the task at hand.

He curls his finger a few more times, before he pulls it out and presses back in with two. The moment they are fully in he spreads them and he has to adjust his footing, his body clenching at the feeling.

Hes burning up, the warm water is making him sweat and his heart is pounding against his rib cage. He scissors his fingers, brow furrowing, and then presses them upward.

The hit to his prostate is sudden and hard, enough to make him moan and then tremble when he does it again. The pleasure is gentle as it leaks down his spine, coming to settle in the base of his gut and making him clench around his fingers.

He keeps curling then, feeling desperate for release as he crack shuts eyes open to look down at him self. His cock is rock hard now, pre gathered at the top, as he tries to take in enough air to not almost pass out.

'good boy'

"Oh god" His voice sounds wrecked when he finds the energy to speak, his throat rubbed raw as he takes in heated breaths. "Mmmm-"

'Good boy'

He jolts and presses in a third finger, his cock twitching because now he feels full, now hes feeling amazing and gosh why doesn't he do this all the time?

He gasps and moves his arm off the wall, instead leaning to press his face to the tile and shuddering at the cold, his other hand moving down to wrap around his cock and give fast jerks.

"Hmh-!" He clenches again and happens to press right against his prostate, and he cums so hard that his vision whites out for a moment.

He allows himself a moment to catch his breath before he lets his cock go and pulls his fingers out of himself, shuddering at the feeling of clenching around nothing.

He tires his best to ignore it as he washes his hands off and began to shower, scrubbing himself clean.

He steps out the shower and grabs a towel to dry himself off, before he walks to the bedroom.

He digs through his draw for a pair of boxers and slips them on, then he grabs an old faded 'Twenty-one pilots' hoodie and pulls that on too. He gets back to the living room and has to dig into the couch to find his phone.

He groans at the time, and makes his way to the kitchen to get something to eat.

It was going to be a long day.

!!!

When five rolls around, Caine is sat ready on his bed.

He fiddles with the pocket of his hoodie, one side is torn slightly which means things keep feeling out of it, but it's satisfying to tug at the loose threads.

He lays on his back and taps his upper jaw while staring at his phone screen, staring just a bit too intently at the screen as he waits for Kinger to call.

He watches as the time says 5:01 And then 5:02.

He feels something like dread settle in his lower stomach because what if Kinger doesn't call him? Had he already messed this up? Had he pushed too far?

His phone rings.

"Ah hello?" He has to clear his throat to get rid of the nerves in his tone, "Sorry uh- hi"

There's a soft chuckle on the other end. "Sorry if I made you wait, my last client really didn't want to leave"

Caine hums at that and he places his phone next to his head, tiling his eyes to look at his ceiling. "What do you do anyway? For work I mean"

Kinger hums. "Tech basically, I run and own the biggest tech company in this state"

That sends a thrill down Caines spine because he was right, Kinger was loaded.

“oh?” He says and he tries his best to sound indifferent. "I bet that's fun"

A huff of amusement. "Hmm it's boring to be completely honest, I don't get out much, and when I do it's normally with stuffy suits"

Caine nods along to that, allowing Kingers voice to wash over him as he speaks. "hm I get that"

They both go silent but it's not awkward, it's a comfortable silence that Caine can't help but close his eyes too.

"What was with that question earlier?" Kinger asks then and he sounds genuinely curious rather than put off.

Caine rolls over on to his stomach, reaching out to wrap his arms around his pillow for extra comfort as his teeth flush again. "I just-" He hesitates, then huffs. "I mean you sign up to be a-a-" Gosh he can't even say the word.

"Sugar daddy?" Kinger finishes for him, voice full of humor.

Caine groans. "Yes- that- but you don't seem to want anything, y'know, sexual so why did you sign up?"

Kinger stays silent for a moment and when he next speaks his voice is lower, quieter. "Who says I don't?"

Caine feels his blood burn. "What?"

A hum. "Baby, I never said I didn't want anything sexual, you just made it very clear that you didn't. I want to respect that. Besides-" His tone gets louder, "You're genuinely good company! I enjoy getting to know you!"

Caines hard.

Why is he hard?

He huffs and lifts his hips away from the bed to try and stop the temptation of wanting to grind his hips, but it's a challenge.

"I like getting to know you too" He whispers and he feels his face flush when Kinger laughs softly.

"That's why I never brought it up" Says the Chess piece. "You didn't seem interested in something like that and I don't want to-"

"What if I was?"

Silence.

Caine squeezes his eyes shut, the humiliation burning and mixing with the arousal in his stomach. "Interested I mean. In-in that"

There's more silence, the only sound being the static of the phone line and the distant wail of cars, though Caine is unsure whos side they're coming from.

"Are you?" Oh Lord his voice is deep.

Caine really thinks about it, his mind twisting in on itself as he tries to fight back the urge to grind on the bed like a dog. "I am" He croaks, voice sounding wrecked already. "Are-are you?"

"Yes" Comes the immediate reply, Kingers voice low and dark. "I am"

Caine shudders and nods even though the chess piece can't see it. "Good"

Theres a laugh and then Kinger speaks. "Do you want to talk about it more?"

"Nope" Caine rushes out, feeling close to combusting with how hot his body is feeling. "I'm- I mean not right now uh- maybe later though-"

"Caine" Hearing him say his name like this, like he's stroking the words with teasing touches, makes his cock twitch in the confines of his boxers.

"Hm" Is all hes able to get out, feeling a pressure on his chest.

"...Are you hard right now?"

Fuck.

Caine lets out a groan and lifts his head to glare at the phone. "I- hm, maybe?"

There's a deep inhale. "Can you do something for me? I'll make it worth your while I promise"

Caine is nodding before Kinger finishes speaking "yes, yes I'll-"

"Good boy-" Oh he clenches and moans at that because gods it's so nice to hear the words. "Can you get in front of that mirror for me?"

Caines glances at said item, the full length mirror reflecting his flushed face. "O-okay" He grabs the phone and stumbles to his feet, standing before the mirror in all his half dressed glory. "I'm infront of it"

Kinger hums and there's a shifting of fabric. "Send me a picture of you. Right now please"

The demand is soft, like Kinger is testing to see what he can get away with, and it makes Caine shudder as he shakily pulls up the camera app. He takes a picture of his bare legs and tight boxers, a bulge in the grey material, and his faded hoodie.

His teeth are red, eyes dark even in the photo and it's obvious to see that hes enjoying this. He sends the photo, flushing when he hears Kinger immediately groan. "That- that's okay?"

"Yes baby" Kinger says back to him, sounding very pleased. "Very very good for me aren't you?"

Caine feels himself twitch. "O-oh-"

"Touch yourself" Kinger says and Caine feels himself thob.

"Can- can I lay down?" He asks, voice shaky because if he stays standing while does this he might collapse.

A hum. "Yes go on, back on the bed"

Caine rushes to listen and he flops back in the bed, resting the phone on a pillow. He feels out of breath already, his body buzzing with a dozen different feelings and needs all at once and it makes him desperate for something.

"Now, I'm going to tell you what to do-" Says Kinger, and Caine can hear the sound of a buckle being undone and he wonders if Kinger is going to be getting off too. "And you will listen to me, okay?"

"Yes" Caine says quickly, the need to please overriding any other instincts of his. "Yes, yes I'll- I'll be good"

A chuckle, dark and smooth and it pets down Caines spine. "Hm, good boy."

When Kinger next talks Caine almost doesn't recognize the voice, it's like something else entirely had taken over his very body. "Push your hoodie up"

Caine does so with shaky movements, the fabric dragging against his skin and making him shiver as his bare stomach and chest is revealed to the air of the bedroom. "O-okay"

"Now, I want you to move your hand slowly down your chest"

Caine shudders and he does just that, his palm and fingers dragging against his own flushed skin until he hits the waist band of his boxers. "hm" words are becoming hard to say already, he thinks with a bit of embarrassment.

"Hm, good boy. Now press against that cock for me yeah?"

Caine eyes shut. "Oh-"

He does as he's told, hips twitching as he cups his dick through his boxes and he squeezes himself, a gasp escaping him at the feeling of pressure on where he needs it most.

"Good. Now pull yourself free" Kingers voice is slightly more breathy now, slick sounds coming over the line and Caine doesn't doubt now that Kinger is getting off to this. "O- okay"

He reaches into his boxers and he pulls himself free, eyes fluttering at the chill pressing on his heated cock. "Kin- Kinger-"

"Oh baby-" Kinger groans and it makes Caine jolt.

"Stroke yourself" Kinger says, voice heavy. "Slowly"

Caine has no other option then to obey.

He shudders as he pulls up and presses down, eyes fluttering at the different feelings assaulting his senses. He feels overwhelmed already and he's barely done anything.

"Press your thumb to the tip"

Caine does and he shudders

"Go faster"

Caine does and he whines.

"Slow down"

Caine does and he whimpers.

The man listens to every command like its gospel, like it's not an option.

He knows deep down it is, he knows that if he were to say no that Kinger would respect that.

He feels powerless but he knows that's far from the truth.

"Are you close baby?"

"Yes-" Caine gets out, voice shaking and back arching. Sweat pools along his back and stomach, his hoodie sweltering as his eyes roll back. "Please-"

"Oh baby you don't have to beg" Kinger groans now, small sounds that he's obviously trying to keep to himself. "You can cum on one condition-"

"Anything" Caine whimpers back, feeling adrift in an ocean, one that's cradling him so softly that he wouldn't mind being pulled below the waves. "Anything-"

"Call my name-" Kinger pants, slick movement echoing through the phone line. "Baby, be good and call my name-"

"Kinger" Caine gasps, his movements on his cock getting faster, his free hand moving to grab a fistful of his hoodie while his thighs shake. "Kinger-"

"Louder" Is gasped out and the voice is all he can hear now, echoing in his brain and making him shake.

"Kinger-!"

"Cum for me-"

"Kinger-!" It echoes in the apartment as his back arches and he cums, cock twitching frantically as he covers his thighs and hand in his own spend, the high lasts longer then it normally does, the feeling burning his limbs and making his voice crack.

His throat hurts and it takes him a moment to realize that it's because he had been whining continuously while had had cum.

He falls back on the bed, knees shaking and head swimming.

"Hm-fuck so good baby-" He hears Kinger groan and then sign and he shivers, the sounds of the other man coming making his cock give a valiant twitch.

They both pant, before Kinger speaks. "Okay?"

Caine laughs weakly and flops into his side. "Very okay"

There's a soft laugh. "Good good-" Kinger suddenly grunts. "Damn it"

Caine tries to frown but hes still floating too high to really put his heart into it. "What?"

"I have to get home now, with cum covered trousers"

Caine snorts a laugh, rolling over on to his side to stare at the screen. "Hey you're the one that started it"

A sigh "I know I know- baby is it okay if I call you back later? Once I get home and ....cleaned up"

Caine hums, still grinning. "Yeah, yeah go on"

"Make sure you drink water" Comes Kingers stern voice and Caine shudders.

"I will."

"Okay, talk later Caine"

"Hm, talk to you later Kinger"

He hangs up and moves to the edge of the bed, sliding off into shaky feet and taking a deep breath at the pleasure still leaking down his spine.

His phone buzzes and he grins before he even looks at the screen.

'Kinger sent you 3,000!'

Well hello new bedframe!

!!!

After chugging a few glasses of water, and changing into a tshirt and out of his sweaty hoodie he flops on the couch while scrolling through Uber eats, trying to see what really piques his fancy.

Hmm Thai? No, subway? Ew.

He ends up settling for pizza from his local place, even going further by ordering an extra side of garlic bread as a treat, before he settles on the couch to doom scroll.

Before he can he grins, swiping to Kinger contact.

Kinger: my driver noticed the stains I might need to change my identity

Caine snorts a laugh, feeling fond

You: again, your fault not mine. I didn't tell you to get off at work

Kinger: naughty boy, you know what you did, looking so very gorgeous for me in that picture

Caine feels his teeth burn at that, at how causal Kinger praises and compliments him.

You: oh shush

Caine puts his phone down and stares at the tv for a long while before he picks his phone back up again to doom scroll, feeling bored already as he waits.

This is why he tried to work a lot.

He picked up as many shifts as he possibly could because the alternative was sitting here for hours at a time with nothing to do. He huffs and swipes off on Instagram, back into the message with Kinger.

You: how long till you get back?

Kinger: why? you want to talk to me again that bad?

Caine huffs.

You: nevermind, bye

He's only half joking, but when Kinger doesn't reply for a moment he gets worried that he might of-

His phone rings.

"Just couldn't stay away huh" Comes Kingers voice and Caine hates how his shoulders instantly relax.

"Shut it" He says half heartedly, but there's a grin on his lower jaw. "You called me"

"Oh I know" Kinger replies and he sounds cheery about it. "I'm not too much of a coward to admit it is all"

Caine gasps. "Coward!? Rude!"

"True"

"Wow you are-" Caine has to bite back a laugh. "So very rude"

"It's part of my charm"

Caine rolls his eyes. "Charm? What are you a teenager?"

"Oh no" Kinger says and something about his tone interests Caine. "Haven't been a teen for a long time now"

At that, Caine pauses and he picks at his sleep shorts. "...can.." He hesitates and Kinger hums.

"Go on baby" The other man says and it makes Caines chest flutter. "You can ask me anything"

Caine clears his throat and sits up more, "how old are you?" He gets out, feeling encouraged by Kingers comment enough to voice his thoughts. "You don't, have to tell me but-"

"Forty eight" Kinger says and his voice is soft and careful, like he's waiting for Caines reaction but Caine only nods slowly to that. "And you?"

Caine swallows roughly. "Uh, twenty seven"

They both go silent, before Caines mouth moves without his permission. "That just made this hotter right? The- like you're a lot older then me-"

"Caine" Comes Kingers voice, tight and low. "I am not alone, I cannot afford to get hard right now" He grumbles and Caine feels himself grin even wider.

"No my fault" Caine says again, his own voice dropping and filling with tease, "You started it"

"When I see you in person " Kinger starts and his tone is dark and it sends a shiver down Caines spine. "I'm going to ruin you"

Caine bites back a moan, presses his thighs together because there is no way he can go for a third time today. "Promise?" Hie voice shakes, shamefully so.

There's a chuckle and when he next speaks Caine can feel his hands touching his body even through the phone, the words full of heat.

"Oh I promise alright"

!!!!

Two days later all Caine can think about is seeing Kinger in person.

It's maddening as he walks around the store and browses the chunky jewelry, all his mind can focus on is seeing Kinger.

Last night he had thought about it before dropping to sleep and he had some very interesting dreams because of it- his mind was a dirty place when it wanted to be.

Even now, all he can think about is getting a real look at Kinger, maybe slide into his lap while the chess piece calls him baby and a good boy.

He shivers and looks around the store to see no one paying attention to him and for that he is grateful. His stomach is already burning again and honestly it can't be normal nor safe to be this turned on all the time.

Hell, the night before he had given Kinger his address.

The older man had talked about how he wanted to send Caine some gifts, to which the smaller man had got very flustered. Kinger had only laughed at him until Caine relented and told. Sure, maybe it was stupid to tell Kinger that, especially because he knows that he'll be out the house today, but honestly if Kinger was a weirdo who wanted to rob him he would actually be doing Caine a favour.

He hums and picks up another Metallica tshirt, placing it over his arm, along with a pentagram necklace and a studded bracelet.

He pays and leaves the store quicky, his boots clinking on the ground as he goes past various shops. He catches his reflection in one, his baggy grey cargos with chains clipped into his belt loops, his stretched tshirt and red long sleeve shirt underneath.

He wonders what Kinger sees in him. Not in a mean way of closure just- Kinger was successful and high end and Caine- wasn't.

He was a retail worker, his apartment was falling to pieces around him, compared to Kinger he wasn't much. He wasn't special.

He tries not to dwell on that, even as he walks past more stores-

His eyes latch on to one with mannequins in the window and he pauses in his steps.

Lingerie.

He jots and looks around a few times, to make sure no one was looking before be makes his way to the store, quickly slipping inside and looking around. He doesn't go to places like this, he's never stepped foot in somewhere like this and now he knows why.

It's all very obviously for women- the bras and panties, all of it is silk and sheer lace, nothing here is for him- rough and torn. He goes to walk back out when he sees movement, his eyes flicking up to meet who he guesses is the worker

"Hey" They say without a mouth and with a relaxed body as they stare at Caine, looking completely at ease even with so many sex toys around them "I'm Zooble, can I help you?"

Caine blinks back at them and looks up at the nearest lacey set of underwear. "....Uhm"

Zooble huffs a laugh and they come around the counter and towards Caine, their different limbs clicking together as they walk. "Was there something you were looking for in particular?"

Caine looks at them, hand tight on the bag in his hand. "I...don't know" He says, eyes darting to the- oh god those are dildos!

Zooble laughs and gestures for Caine to follow as they walk. "Would it be for yourself?"

Caine clears his throat and follows. "Uh yes my uh-" Boyfriend? No that's not right, daddy? No no, don't think about that right now "partner might like it?" He tries as he comes to a stop towards the back of the shop with Zooble.

His eyes scan the collars on the walls, the riding crops and the hand cuffs and he feels himself get more and more embarrassed the longer he stands there. "Look I- maybe I should-"

"How about this?" Zooble suddenly says, holding up back and pink lace. "Contrasting colours, more your style?"

Caine scans it, eyes darting from mesh fabrics to the chains he can see hanging from where he guessed it would sit on his hips. "Uhm-" He feels his teeth burn when Zooble pulls out matching stockings. "Oh dear-"

"You can take it and try it" Zooble says, shrugging. "If you don't like it you can bring it back. Just trying it on with something underneath okay?"

Caine really thinks about it, reaching out to brush his fingers over the pink bows and black chains. "...Okay" He decides, because hey you only live once. "Yeah I'll take it, please"

He walks out the store with a red face and arousal in his stomach from just imagining how Kinger is going to react to this.

!!!!

He barely gets through the door when Kinger is ringing him.

He stumbles to kick the door shut before he answers. "Hello?"

"Sorry for the sudden call" Kinger says and he does genuinely sound sorry. "But are you busy? Right now?"

There's something in his tone, something that Caine immediately picks up on and it puts him on edge. "No not really why?"

Kinger lets out a long breath, like he's releasing months of tension. "I just...." There's shifting like he's getting comfortable. "Had a long day"

Caine hums at that and sets his bags on the table, eye darting to the plain black one. "Oh?" He murmers back as he reaches for the wrapped up outfit. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Kinger sighs at that, but it seems to be more on instinct then actual upset. "Not really" He says, then his voice softens. "What did you get up to today anyway?"

Caine feels his teeth flush but he makes an effort to ignore it as he pulls the lingerie out of its bag and places it over the back of his couch. "J-just clothes and stuff y'know? With the- " His voice catches, but pushes through. "The money you sent me"

There's a deep hum of what he is guessing is satisfaction. "Oh? Care to show me?"

That makes him fluster more. "Uh, yeah yeah of course"

He takes quick pictures of his clothes from Hot topic, as well as his bracelets and new boots before he pauses with his eyes on lace.

"I...bought something else to" He says and runs his fingers over the mesh. "But it- it's better for in person I guess?"

"Oh?" Kinger sounds very interested and it makes Caine tense up, his heart thudding hard in his chest. "What is it?"

Caine shifts on his feet and clears his throat one more time. "Can...can It be a surprise?"

That makes Kinger groan, a deep choking sound that makes Caine grin. "Oh you- really?"

"Please" Caine says softly and it comes out so naturally that he doesn't think twice about it. "You'll like it" Hopefully anyway.

"Oh I'm sure I will" Kinger says and then he huffs. "When will I be able to see you?"

Caine hums at that, looking around his apartment to see it's messy floors and water stained walls. "When your place is next available" He says, only half joking.

"...It's free now."

Caine stops, eyes locking onto the phone in his hand. "...say that again?"

"I'm home alone" Kinger says, "I went home early because everyone was annoying me so- if you have nothing to do....?"

Caine thinks.

"Okay" He says, feeling shaky all of a sudden and he isn't sure why. "Where- I'll catch a bus or-"

"I'll send a car" Kinger suddenly says, voice low and Caine can hear the tension in his tone. "When you get here we have to talk before- anything-"

"Yes-" Caine says, nodding to himself even as he stumbles to the kitchen to get a glass of water, before he backtracks because he's really shaky right now "Yeah of course-"

"Okay"

They both go silent and Caine leans over the back of the couch to press his face to the cushion, his stomach rolling with pent up arousal. "So I'll...see you soon?"

There's shifting on the other side, like Kinger is pacing, before- "I look forward to it"

They say their goodbyes after that and Caine is quick to pack a bag because he has a feeling that he won't be leaving Kingers house until the morning.

As he runs around the place, grabbing underwear and pants and shirts, he pauses at the sight of lingerie for only a moment before he shoves that in his bag to.

Then he bolts to the bathroom to shower.

!!!

Kinger: driver is outside

Caine reads the message as he hauls the bag over his shoulder, taking a deep breath as he makes his way out of the apartment and locks the door behind him.

His head is spinning much too fast to focus on how he gets outside, his eyes darting up and down his street before-

"Oh my god" He says, eyes focusing on the limo of all things parked up. "No way"

He makes his way to the car to see someone standing by the door, a purple rabbit in a black shirt and matching trousers. Their eyes meet and the rabbit hums. "I'm Jax" He says, opening the back door, "I'll be your driver"

Caine can only nod at him, feeling completely stuck. "I'm- uh-"

"Caine" Jax nods to him and a grin spreads across his face. "The boss has told me all about you" He gestures to the door. "Come on, he's waiting for ya"

Caine ducks his head with a flush and he moves into the car, looking around at the bright interior and smooth leather seats.

He buckles himself in and only realizes that they're moving when he looks out the tinted windows to see the world moving. He stares for a  moment before he grabs his phone

You: a limo????

He glares down at the reply he receives. 

Kinger; I wanted to show off a little bit

You: a little bit? Kinger this is too much

Kinger: oh baby this is nothing compared to what I'm going to do once you get here

Caine feels his body set alight at that and he has to shove his phone into his pocket to try and starve off the embarrassment building in his chest.

He fiddles with the belt across his chest, shifting his feet as they continue to drive past streets, before he finally works up the courage to find words. "Uhm, Jax was it?"

He waits until the window rolls down and he sees the back of Jaxs head before speaking. "Uh- how far away is Kingers place?"

Jax hum, eyes on the road. "Only another five minutes or so I assure you"

Caine nods at that and falls silent again, eyes dropping to his feet. "Does this happen a lot?" He can't help but ask. “You, picking up men for Kinger?”

There's a laugh and Caine looks up to see Jax grinning at the road. "Nope. Nothing like that" Eyes flick to Caine's for a moment, full of amusement. "You're definitely the first!"

That shouldn't make him feel giddy, but it does.

He sits back in his seat with a hammering heart, pulling at the chain around his neck as his nerves ignite.

He's only known Kinger a short while- extremely short in fact- but since he known him Kinger has only ever been genuine.

In his words, his actions, in everything he does. He's been a real person.

It sounds dumb when he thinks about it like that, but it's true.

Kinger will ask what he got up to that day and actually want to know the answer. Or he'll ask Caine something about his life and remember it for a later date, it's addicting.

It leaves Caine with the urge to do whatever it takes to get Kinger to praise him, encourage him, touch him- anything at this point.

Tonight was a spur of the moment thing yes- but Caine was so ready for this.

He looks at his bag one more time, flushing when he remembers just what he had packed for the night.

"We're here"

Caine sits up straight as Jax pulls to a stop and he jumps out the car, and Caine is so nervous that he doesn't react until the door is opened next to him. He takes a deep breath and unlatches his belt before he grabs his bag and slips out the limo.

He nods at Jax. "Ah yes, thank you" Then he looks up.

The house is grand, there's no doubt about that. Brick walls and marble pillers tower over him, massive windows and bright lights shining through stained glass.

"Woah" He can't help but say, stepping up the steps, "Do I just?-"

"He's waiting for you in the main room, to the right of the stairs" Jax says behind him and Caine nods slowly, taking small steps up the smooth stone stairs until he gets to the Grand door.

Before he knocks it's opened and a Plush doll with red hair greets him with a wide smile. "Caine right?" At his nod she laughs. "I'm Ragatha! I'm only here to show you to Kinger and then I'll be gone for the night!"  She waves behind Caine to Jax and then steps back. "Come on in!"

Caine feels dazed as he follows after Ragatha, eyes wide as he looks up at Crystal chandeliers and red carpets. The stair case is huge and it spirals up to what he guesses are the top floors, the stone polished.

He follows Ragatha as she walks to the right, through massive open doors and into a new room.

"Kinger" Ragatha says then, her voice soft. "Caine is here" With that she turns and walks out of the room, leaving Caine stood near large bookcases. He looks around, eyes catching on the fireplace before he sees-

"Hello Caine" His breathing stutters when he spots Kinger near the open balcony doors, leaning back against the railings.

He takes steps towards him, feeling like he's being dragged in as he follows the mans voice. "Hey" He gets out before coming to a stop just before the door to the outside.

He's tall is the first thing Caine notices, and he can't help but wonder if he would even come up to his chest.

He's wearing a plum shirt and black tie, dark grey slacks, and he looks completely at peace as Caine stares at him. The smaller man feels underdressed now, in a ripped hoodie and black baggy jeans, but god does Kinger looks good.

A sudden smell hits him then and he sees smoke wafting from Kingers right hand and his eyes follow as the chess piece lifts the half finished cigarette to his invisible lips, chest expanding with his inhale, before smoke drifts up into the darkening sky.

"You smoke" Caine says quietly, feeling stuck as Kinger tilts his head at him, crossing his feet at the ankles as he leans against the railing behind him.

"Is that a problem?" Kinger asks, voice soft and gentle as he takes another drag.

"Not at all" Caine says, his own voice barely a whisper, the arousal from the ride over here burning anew in his stomach.

Kinger laughs at him, and it's a bit to hot for Caine to focus on anything else but his lidded eyes and relaxed shoulders. "Was the journey over alright?"

Caine nods, half aware. "Uh, yeah it was fine"

Kinger analyzes him then, Caine can feel the gaze pass over his whole body, before the taller man takes one last drag and then snuffs out his cigarette Into the ashtray near the side of the door.

Caine steps back as Kinger comes into the room fully, feeling trapped as the man gestures for him to follow.

Caine does without any real thought, allowing Kinger to take his bag off of his shoulder as he sits on the couch. He thanks Kinger with a nod when he hands him a glass with water in.

"I didn't think alcohol would be a good idea" Kinger says softly, his own glass of water held politely in his hand  "Especially with.... What we have to discuss"

Caine instantly feels his face burn and he chugs the water to try and cool it, only to huff when Kinger openly laughs at his expression. "R-right yes I suppose- yes"

He catches blue eyes then, and flushes more at the concern in Kingers face. "Caine are you sure you want to do this?" Kinger gestures to the tv above the fireplace. "We can always just sit and watch TV, no expectations"

Caines eyes meet his, and something in his chest unfurls. He hasn't been worried really, he knows Kinger well enough now to know that if Caine refused then it wouldn't be pressed. It wouldn't be an issue.

He had known that before he ever agreed to come here- it's half the reason why he had agreed to come here.

That and the fact that he's so very horny.

"What is there to talk about?" He asks and it's not to be coy, it's a genuine question.

To be honest he had always thought that sex was simple, straight forward. You get naked, you have sex, that's it.

Kinger clears his throat and leans forward in his seat, keeping Caine's attention. "Well for starters-"

Caine feels his spine go rigid when a large hand suddenly comes to rest on his thigh, "Oh-" He feels stuck in place, unable to move as Kinger tilts his head at him, like he's looking at some sort of specimen.

"How far would you like to go?"

Caines mind flashes to the garment in his bag. "All the way" He breathes.

Kingers eyes darken. "Anything off limits?"

Caine rolls that over in his mind, really thinking about it before he settles. "Don't- don't call me gross. Dirty talk is fine but nothing too mean?"

Kinger nods, and his hand moves, fingers touching on the chain attached to Caine's belt loop. "Praise?"

Caine shudders. "Yes"

"Hm, pain?"

"Sm-small amounts"

"Marks?"

"Gods yes"

Kinger laughs at that and his dark look lessens slightly, obviously amused by Caines reaction. "Caine- "

"I'll tell you" He says quickly, breath stuttering. "If- something I don't like happens I'll tell you or if- if I'm uncomfortable"

Kinger sighs at that, a soft look over taking his features. "Are you sure baby?"

Hearing that in person, clear and steady without the interference of a phone line is dangerous, Caine is quick to realize. Liquid heat pools in his stomach and settles there, speeding down his legs in soft little waves.

"I want you" Caine whispers, unable to stop it. "I- Kinger please-"

"You don't need to beg baby" He gets in response, Kingers free hand moving towards his face and brushing against the side of his jaws. "I'll take care of you"

That-god.

"Yeah?" Caine can feel something burning his mind, setting fire through his nerves and it's such unique feeling that it's almost scary but it's freeing.

The urge to give in, to roll over and give up all power to the man before him. The urge to crawl into Kingers lap like a dog and do whatever he commands.

It's intoxicating.

"I have....I have something" Caine gets out, eyes half lidded and leaning into the touch on the side of his jaws. "To show you- you bought it for me "

"Oh?"

Caine nods and swallows around the lump in his throat, his chest aching as he forces himself to lean back. "I need- uh I need to change"

He sees Kingers light up at that, "Oh?" He sounds very interested and it gives Caine the confidence to laugh.

"Where's your bathroom?"

Kinger gestures to the door between two book cases, and Caine is quick to stand, grabbing his bag-

Before he goes, he leans down and presses a kiss to Kingers cheek, feeling the man so rigid beneath him. "Be right back"

With that he rushes away and to the bathroom, feeling his whole body burn because oh god why had he done that?! What was wrong with him?!

He presses his back to the door and resists the urge to slide down it, instead he huffs at him self and looks around.

"Okay there is no need" He grumbles to himself at the size of the place, it had to be bigger then his whole apartment.

Instead of dwelling on that, he instead begins to strip without much finesse. He steps out of his boxers and takes a deep breath as he digs through his bag to pull out the lacey number that's wrapped in paper.

He takes slow breaths as he pulls it on, his fingers shaking as he adjusts straps and shifts mesh. When he's attached the last garter he turns to look into the much to big mirror and even he has to admit, he looks hot.

Everything is see through but the panties, showing his pale skin in the bathroom light. He has little straps keeping the pink mesh on his chest up, and hanging off of his shoulders and around his upper arms is black lace. His stomach is covered by pink flowy mesh, his sides with black paneling.

His feet are covered in pink stockings attached to black garters that cling to his thighs, those being attach to pink panties.

On either hip, clinking with every movement are black chains, warmed by his skin as he shifts this way and that.

He stares at himself for a moment longer, running his hand over exposed collar bones and pressing against his chest.

"Okay" He says weakly, "okay now just, go out to him"

He doesn't move.

Go, he thinks to himself, Go!

"Caine?"

Said man jolts at the sound through the door, his heart pounding in his head. "Yeah?"

"Are you alright? You've been there for a while"

The concern is hot. Why is it hot?

The complete ridiculousness of the situation makes Caine huff and he walks over to the door. "I'll be out soon just, sit down and close your eyes? Please?" He throws in that last please because he knows Kinger is in charge- he needs Kinger to be in charge if anything.

There's a soft chuckle through the door and then the sound of retreating footsteps. "Okay baby"

Caine waits for a moment before he takes another deep breath, looking over his shoulder at himself- wow these panties do nothing to cover his butt- before he opens the door.

He creeps through and looks towards the couch, grinning when a sees Kinger now sat in an  armchair by the fireplace instead of the long couch.

Perfect.

Caine takes slow steps over to him, feeling his hands shake as he comes to stop just before Kinger. He scans his body, his spread legs, his relaxed posture, and he feels a shiver work it's way down his spine.

"...Kinger?"

The chess piece twitches, but his eyes stay shut. "Yes baby?"

Yeah that's never going to get old is it.

Caine clears his throat and moves closer stil, coming to stand between Kingers speed legs and he places his hands on sturdy knees. He takes a few deep breaths in before he finds the courage to speak.

"Open"

Kingers eyes snap open- and immediately his pupils dilate.

"Oh baby" He whispers, fingers digging into the chair arms. "You look- fuck you look so pretty-"

"Pretty?" He can't help but gasp out, his eyes widening. "I-uhm-"

Hand moves to the netting resting on his stomach, pushing the fabric up and away. "Oh you are-" Blue eyes darken. "You look delicious"

Caine shudders, feeling another hand moves to one of the chains on his hip, pulling at it slightly and then letting it fall back against his skin. "Delicious?"

"Good enough to eat" Kinger hisses and his hand moves from Caines hip to his garters, pulling at one strap and then letting it snap back against skin. "Fuck baby you-"

Caine takes the leap and slides into Kingers lap, his legs spreading just enough to straddle his thighs. He plops himself down, the chains on his hips clinking with his movements, and he wraps his arms around Kingers neck. "So you like it?" He asks, just to be cheeky because it's very nice to see Kinger like this.

"Hmm" Kinger says, one hand on his bare thigh and fingers dragging against the soft lace of his panties. Not hard, not rough, but like he's admiring it. Like he wants to memorize the sight of it. "I do. Very happy to have bought it for you"

Caine snorts a laugh. "You also bought me a new toilet seat but I didn't think that was sexy"

Kinger lets out a burst of laughter at that, whole chest rumbling with it and Caine allows the sound to wash over him as he grins.

The taller man finally calms down and takes a deep breath in, eyes going so soft that Caine almost feels it in his teeth. "Caine-"

A phone rings.

Kinger lets out long, drawn out groan and he digs into his pocket, pulling out his phone and glaring at the screen. "Fucks sake" He grumbles, eyes narrowing in frustration. "This is the client I was trying to reach all day- now he calls back?"

Kinger goes to cancel it and Caine grabs his hand. "If it's important-"

"Well-" Kingers eyes dart way. "Yes and no, Caine I can't just ignore you-"

"Answer it" Caine says and his voice is firm, the phone still buzzing. "I can wait"

Kinger stares at him for a moment before he huffs a laugh. "Good boy" Then he swipes the green button and presses the phone to his 'ear' "hello?"

Caines original plan was to slide out of Kingers lap and wait nearby for him to finish his conversation but-

'good boy'

He sees Kingers eyes sparkling and he knows that Kinger did it on purpose.

Hm.

He could be bratty, right?

He hums silently to himself and shifts, feeling Kingers hand move to his hip, paying with the chain there idly. He keeps his movements slow, leaning forward against Kingers chest and placing a kiss to his clothed shoulder, before he moves down.

"-...sorry yes, what were you saying?"

Caine grins to himself and he slips out of Kingers lap and on the floor, his hands pressing long legs open as he keeps eye contact with Kinger.

He undoes the belt buckle quickly and he shudders at the bulge he can already see in blue boxers. Hes quick to pull Kinger free, and then he groans.

"j-just the tv, pease go on-"

Caine winces and sends a sorry look to Kinger before he looks back at the cock in his hand.

It's long, very long and girthy enough that Caine struggles to wrap his hand around it. It's half hard but he takes no offense to that and instead he leans over Kingers lap.

He allows his tongue to manifest, dropping it over his bottom jaw while keeping eye contact, and he takes Kingers cock into his mouth.

It's heavenly.

Caine normally doesn't get this kind of satisfaction by sucking dick, it's always something he did because his partners liked and yeah- that's half the reason why hes doing it now but.

He also wants to be good.

That's all it comes back to, he thinks to himself as he begins to bob his head, his eyes slipping closed so that he can focus on the cock sliding over his tongue. He wants Kinger to praise him, tell him he's doing a good job.

Maybe he's starved for attention, maybe he needs the money, but either way-

"Hm- yes yes I hear you Mr Scratch-"

It's addicting.

A hand presses to the top of his jaw, fingers curling over the back edges and Caine has to stop himself from moaning when digits brush the sensitive skin there.

He keeps bobbing his head, half paying attention to what Kinger is saying on the phone as he goes. His hand moves up to Kinger's thighs and press on the flesh.

"-Okay. Yes that's great I'll speak to you tomorrow-"

He feels movement over his head, like Kinger has thrown something, before he opens his eyes to look up at Kinger to see him staring back with heated eyes.

"Keep going" Kinger says, heavy and low and Caine chokes on the cock in his mouth- but he obeys.

His mind goes hazy as he stays there on his knees, his hands tight on clothed thighs, his own shaking with the strain of staying upright, his dick throbbing in the confines of his panties.

"Hm, good boy Caine just like that"

He shakes at the sound, his back twitching as he sits up more, taking as much of Kinger as he can down his throat. He feels Kingers pre drip onto his tongue and he shudders at the taste of it.

He needs-

He whines and lets Kingers now throbbing cock fall from his jaws. "I need-"

"What baby?" Hands move under his arms and he yelps as hes lifted into Kinger laps, being forced to sit sideways. Before he can get settled however, a hand presses against his cock.

Caine chokes on air and curls up, his legs hanging over the opposite arm of the chair. "Kin-"

"Shhhh" The hand cups him harder and he cries out, head feeling back-

He's shifted again, unable to fight back as his back is pressed to Kingers chest, legs grabbed and spread open until his knees are hooked over either chair arm.

He cringes at being so exposed, then gasps when a hand slides under his panties to wrap around his aching cock. "oh!-"

"So wet for me" Kinger says against the side of his head and Caine whines in humiliation because Kingers right, he can feel the wetness of his cock soaking his panties and staining the fabric.

His legs try to close but the angle makes it impossible, his calves tensing and spasming. He reaches out to grab the arm jerking him off, his other hand moving to hold onto his bottom jaw as he heaves for air.

"Hm good boy, look so good for me baby"

His eyes roll back and his head drops to a strong shoulder, his stomach muscles jumping with each movement. "Kinger- Kinger-"

"Such a good boy for me aren't you? Dressed up so nicely for me, sucking me off so perfectly, sitting here prettily" His hand speeds up and Caine cries out, hips jolting up.  "God baby I can't wait to fuck you- spread open that little ass"

That makes Caine buck, the very thought and image of that making him shiver and whine. "Kinger-! Please- I-!"

Kingers free hand moves down to his own cock and he's pressing it up towards Caine's own clothed erection, his hands slipping out of panties. "Look at that" He whispers and Caine can't help but stare at the difference in sizes. "You're so small baby, it's adorable-"

Caine whimpers and he covers his jaws with his hands, trembling all over as he keeps staring at where their cock rests against each other because Kinger is right.

Compered to the chess piece, Caines cock is tiny, its dwarfed by Kingers own underneath it. He watches as it twitches, then his eyes flutter when Kingers own throbs. "Oh-"

Then hands are hooking under either of his legs and he's being twisted.

His words spins and he can only shudder as hes pressed to the back of the chair, knees resting on the seat with Kinger right behind him. He reaches out with his hands and grabs on to the cushion.

Hands roam his sides, slip underneath lace, press on shaking thighs, and he can't stop the moans that are ripped from him. "Kinger-"

Fingers grab his panties and pull them down just below his ass cheeks and Caine falls forward to press his face to the chair because-

"Oh?" Fingers spread him apart, his hole shining with lube from just before he got here. "Baby, were you that excited for me?"

"I'm-" Caine stutters and chokes, feeling those fingers press to his hole, rubbing over the sensitive skin. "I was- I just-"

"Use your words."

Easier said then done, he thinks as a finger slides into him.

"I didn't want to waste time" he gets out, rolling his hips back against Kinger. "I need you- I've needed you since-" He cuts himself off, feeling pure humiliation run through him at what he had let slip.

The finger inside of him doesn't still, but a chest presses harder to his back, shoving him against the chair. "Since when?" It's a demand and Caine feels it in his stomach.

"When you- you called me a good boy-" He whispers, voice breaking. "I got off- I couldn't help it-"

A groan is pressed to his shoulder, and he feels something like teeth presses against the skin not covered by mesh. "Fuck baby that- hmm"

The finger leaves him, but returns with another before he can complain and it makes Caine buck and maon against him, his head dropping forward as he whines. "Please-"

The fingers are pulled out of him and then Kinger is leaning over him, his forehead coming to rest on Caines shoulder. "Ready?"

Caine nods frantically, leaning on his forearms and shuddering when Kingers hands press over them, keeping them pinned. "Yes, yes Kinger, Kinger-"

He feels a blunt head press against his hole and then it pops in.

The stretch is exquisite, amazing, perfect. It scorches his walls, it makes his toes curl in silk stockings, his mind blank.

He feels like hes floating, like he's hovering right above a pit of boiling water and he's going to be dunked in and all he can do is squeeze his eyes shut and pray he survives it.

The cock spearing him open aches in the best way, like it's supposed to be there, and he shudders through it, soft sounds dripping from his wide jaws.

He feels the base of Kingers cock press to his ass and he lets out a heavy breath at the feeling of being so full, stuffed.

"Okay?" Is panted next to his head and he nods, unable to open his eyes as the feeling wreck him.

"Hm"

"Words"

"I-"Caine whines, eyes trying to open and looking down at his body as he heaves for breath. "Ihmmm-"

There's a chuckle and then Kingers moving.

Slow thrusts, in and out carefully and gently and it drives Caine mad, the desperation in his gut making him push back again the dick carving its a way inside of him. He can't fight the sensations drowning his mind, so instead he allows them to sink into him.

It's freeing, in a way, to be fucked like this.

Without any rush.

Once he gets used to it, his mind clears slightly and he's able to think, able to sort through his thoughts. "Kinger you feel- hm you feel amazing-"

"Yeah?" He doesn't change the pace, but he spreads Caine's knees some more and the new angle presses him in deeper. "Is it good?"

Caine nods, eyes opening blearly as he stares at the large hands holding his arms down. "So-so good" He croaks, head lolling back. "So good, please-"

With Caine raised like this and Kinger standing with slightly bent knees, the taller man is able to have full control of every movement and thrust, his hips full of hidden power that Caine can feel kissing at his lower back at each press inward.

He needs more he realizes, he needs it hard enough to break him but he doesn't know how to get Kinger to do that.

He presses back on his partner, he arches his back and he whines Kingers name but the older man doesn't speed up. He doesn't change his pace, he doesn't shift.

"Kinger-" Caine grits out, sweat on his upper jaw. "Please-" A brush against his prostate makes him jolt and gasp but it's still not enough. "Kinger-"

"Tell me what you want" Says the chess piece from behind, his voice a low rasp that makes goosebumps break out on pale skin. "Talk to me"

"F-faster-" Caine finally says, his whole body feels hot to the touch, like he's overheating. "Please-"

"Hm" Kinger makes a sound like hes thinking about it, then he laughs. "No, I like this"

"You said I don't have to beg!" Caine cries out, and Kinger gives a full belly laugh in response. "Why are you-you making me beg now?!"

A kiss is pressed to his shoulder, "Hm, yeah, looks like you have to put up with it huh?"

Stupidly he wants to throw something like a tantrum, he wants to buck back against Kinger, he wants to shove him down and ride him until hes happy and satisfied.

A sudden thought hits him, an evil one that makes him laugh even while his teeth glow red but-

To hell with it, he was too horny to care anymore.

"Please-" He tries once last time, feeling that thick cock still slide in and out of him so slowly. "Kinger please-"

Another kiss is pressed to his shoulder and Caine swallows the saliva burning on his tongue before he finds the power to speak.

"Fuck me please" He whispers, barely audible but Kinger goes rigid all the same. "Kinger fuck me"

There's a deep inhale above him, like Kinger is trying to remain calm, and he grins to himself despite his embarrassment. "Kinger-"

"Fuck" It comes out in a great gust from above and suddenly arms are grabbing him around the waist-

"You asked for it"

Caine had one last thought before Kinger begins to fuck him.

'Oh. Shit'

He clings for dear life to the couch, his jaw dropping open as Kingers hips clap against his ass, the sound echoing in the room and completely hiding the sound of the crackling fireplace.

Each thrust forces a whimper out of him, ripping it from his chest as his eyes flutter against the feeling. The fast pace makes his own cock throb in their confines and he needs to touch himself- but he feels too weak to move his hands.

Plus, they're sort of pinned by Kingers arms wrapped around them.

...oh that son of a-

"You-" He whines out, eyes rolling as a hard thrust almost shoves him against the chair. "You son of-"

"You were naughty" Kinger says suddenly and it makes Caine burn. "You teased me, so I punish you"

"You can cum whenever you want" He says and his voice is soft and silky. "You just can't touch your cock"

"But-" Caine gasps, shaking his head in disbelief. "I won't be- god no-"

'No?" He can hear the concern in that single word, likes hes checking in and Caine sobs a laugh.

"You- better keep go-going" He manages, feeling the way Kinger huffs against him.

"Okay"

The thrusts pick up, hard and fast and with enough power to make Caine jolt forwards with each slide, his cock throbbing, sweat running down his back and his whole body aching as he begs for more.

Begs for touch. Begs for a touch on his cock. Begs for more pleasure.

He needs it. He needs to cum. He needs to be touched.

"Please-" Caine says again, tears and drool dripping down his bottom jaw. "Kinger please- "

"You can cum whenever you want" Kinger huffs, sounding a touch too smug for Caines liking. "I'm not stopping you-"

"You ass!" Caine sobs out, "you big, evil- fucker!"

Suddenly he's pressed fully to the back of the chair, jaws forced open and knees spread achingly wide. His arms are grabbed by the wrist and they're pulled back and-

"You asked for it"

Kinger then proceeds to fuck Caine so hard the he sees stars.

His openly sobbing now, low shouts of pleasure echoing in the room as his insides are absolutely wrecked. Kingers dick presses right along his prostate with every movement now, each press in making his stomach clench and his cock twitch and drool pre.

Then he feels it- the build up that starts in the base of his cock rather then his stomach. It amps up and latches on to his spine and it digs in down the bone there like sharp claws.

He can't speak, he can't even really think of speaking as his ass is fucked into so hard that he thinks it might be red later, but he presses back all the same.

Suddenly and without warning.

He's cumming.

It tears through him, it hits him like a punch to the gut, it slaps him like he's just ran into a solid wall.

He whines, low and drawn out all while Kinger keeps fucking into him, his voice a soft whisper "- good boy Caine, such a good boy for me, so good for me- fuck, you- hm-!"

One more hard thrust and Caine feels warmth spread through him and he shudders. It fills him to the brim and he groans, eyes full of tears and mouth pressed to the chair as he tries to think about anything other then thick cock pumping inside of him.

It takes him a moment to come down from his high and even then he still feels too floaty to really focus on anything other then the hands rubbing against his chest and stomach.

Hes pulled back against a sturdy chest, his legs are grabbed and hes lifted up and off the cock that's now limp inside of him. He lets out a soft sound of shame when the panties are pulled back up over his ass, but he doesn't fight it.

Arms wrap around him and lift and suddenly he's being carried.

He lets his mind drift as Kinger walks, his chest feeling light and airy as the lighting around him changes.

He's laid down on soft sheets and he opens his eyes weakly to look around the room, seeing a grand four poster bed, red sheets and soft blankets. "Hm?"

Hands glide over his skin and they begin to pull off lace and silks, though they pause at his panties and garters. Caine hums at that with a smile, eyes darting down to look at Kinger who's staring with dark, lidded eyes. "They can stay on" Caine murmers and he watches Kinger shudder.

"Great" Kinger says and he moves to lean over Caine, helping him sit up against the headboard. "How are you feeling?"

Caine hums, legs shifting on the sheets as he gets comfortable. Hes tired now, but it's easy to ignore in favour of watching Kinger strip.

A black tie is pulled off and then thrown up the floor, his shirt following close behind. His trousers are dropped, leaving him in only his boxers and Caine hums in approval.

Blue eyes meet his own mismatched ones and Caine flushes at the humor in them. "What?"

Kinger shakes his head, eyes bright and he crawls up onto the bed, sitting just before Caine. "You're just-" He laughs softly "cute"

Caine narrows his eyes in mock agitation, "I am a grown ass man"

Kinger rolls his eyes. "I'm a whole person who can drink person older then you"

It's meant to be a jab, obviously, but the reminder of their age difference makes Caine hot under the metaphorical collar.

Kinger seems to notice, because his eyes darken. "Hm" He shifts closer on his knees, Caine instinctively presses to the pillow when he approaches. "You like that don't you?" Kinger asks and Caine can only nod weakly.

"Yeah" He says, voice trembling. "Yeah I- sorry I know thats probably weird but-"

Kinger hums and tilts his head this way and that "I don't think so" He says, looking completely unbothered. "You want me" He says, voice smooth. "And I want you, yes?"

Caine nods at that, heart hammering in his chest. "I do" He says, eyes flicking all over Kingers face. "I do God, d--"

It almost slips out but he bites it back.

But his face lights up because oh god there's no way he was going to say that! No!

Kingers blinks. "...what?"

Caine covers his face with a whine because oh this is humiliating, he hadn't even said it! How did Kinger know! Why is he so smart!?

"Caine?" He whines louder when hands grab his forearms and pull them away from his still burning face. "...what were you going to say?"

"Nothing" Caine gets out, shaking his head almost frantically. "Nothing I-  nothing"

It's gross. They have just talked about their age difference he shouldn't have the impulse to call Kinger- that!

But isn't that what he is? Some part of his mind whispers to him,  he was on that website for a reason, surely he liked being called that?

One way to find out.

He forces his eyes open to meet Kingers, seeing blue eyes glowing with concern. "Caine? Baby?"

He calls him baby. He just fucked him so hard that he came untouched, he has paid for all the repairs in Caine's home-

He deserves a title.

After a bit more inner debate, Caine reaches out to cup Kingers face, thumbs rubbing over his cheeks. "I was -" He clears his throat, still nervous.

"I was g-going to call you daddy" He says, the weight coming off his chest. "That- you uhm-" Kinger keeps staring at him with wide eyes and Caine huffs. "you look after me" He whispers and he watches as eyes soften.

"You make me feel safe" He continues, feeling his eyes burn because it's true. "you listen when I talk and you never push me and you genuinely like to talk to me and you- " He gestures to the door they came through. "You- god Kinger- you just fucked me so hard that I saw stars!"

"You are -" His voice catches. "You are good and kind and I needed to show you somehow and-" He lets out a wet laugh. "You call me baby" He says, voice shaking. "I-I like when you call me baby"

Kingers stares at him for another long moment, and then he leans forward to kiss him.

It's hard to kiss without lips, even harder to kiss someone who lacks a mouth, but it's lovely, perfect even, and he leans close to Kinger even though his back hurts with it.

Kinger breaks away and he rests their foreheads together, his one hand sliding to Caines thighs to slip under the garters and play with the lace. "I can be your-" He flushes, cheeks going red and Caine feels his heart swell at the sight. "Oh god"

"Say it" Caine laughs, pulling Kinger closer to him with an ankle. "You'll be my what?"

Kinger sighs, but it's fond, before he makes eye contact again. "I can be your daddy" he finally says and Caine feels it run down his spine, the last flames of arousal settling down at the statement.

Like Kinger owns him.

Does this all relate back to Caine wanting someone to be in charge? Is this title just another way for Caine to let go and not exist for a while?

Either way. He likes it.

Caine hums and grins. "And I'll be your baby, daddy"

They both laugh at that, still equally as flushed, but satisfied.

They each settle down after that and Caine feels himself drifting to sleep, Kinger helping him lay down, still half  dressed in lace.

"Sleep baby" Comes the command from above him and it settles over his shoulders like a heavy blanket. " Sleep."

"Okay daddy" Caine whispers one last time, the title spilling out of him because he just feels safe and cared for- he feels like he could just sit back and let someone else take the reigns

So he does.

!!!!

He wakes up to chilly air on his back.

He hums and opens his eyes, immediately seeing the clock on the beside table read a little past four. He stares at the red blinking numbers before he rolls over onto his back. Shivering when the warm sheets caress his back.

Kingers is not in the bed and Caine pushes himself to sit, looking around the room. He pats where Kinger had been led to find it warm, and hums again.

After some deliberation, Caine pushes the blankets off of himself and shifts to slip off the bed, huffing when he realizes that he's still wearing the garters, stockings and panties.

Instead of dwelling, he looks around until he finds Kinger shirt and he pulls it over his shoulders, not even bothering to do up the buttons before he makes his way out of the bedroom.

He gets across the hall, past the large staircase from the very start of all this. And to the room he had been in before, when he spots Kinger stood on the balcony, smoking once more.

It's still attractive, he thinks to himself as he walks towards Kinger, still very very attractive.

Kinger is only wearing his trousers, turned to look away from the room and his cigarette held loosely in his fingers.

Caine steps into the balcony after him, the cold air licking at his thighs. "Kinger?"

The taller man twitches and turns, his eyes going bright when he spots Caine. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you"

His eyes roam down Caines legs and the younger man flushes despite everything. "It's fine" He says as he comes over to stand next to Kinger, looking out at the city lights below. "Why are you up so early anyway?"

For a moment he's worried that Kinger is regretting this, that he's had second thoughts about everything after he's had sex and Caine feels his stomach twist with worry-

"I have a meeting" Kinger grumbles, flicking his cigarette. "At six, and I need to prep for it. I was supposed to do it last night but-" His eyes dart to Caine and he chuckles. "I got a little distracted"

Caine rolls his eyes at that, all in good humor, "Again, you started it"

They both laugh softly and Caine only watches as Kinger keeps smoking, before he hums and pats the side closest to him. "Can I?"

Kinger blinks at him and then at his occupied hand before he lowers it for Caine. The Morph takes the cigarette and places it on his lower jaw, top jaw closing slightly but not fully as he takes a drag in.

He feels the smoke leak down his throat and settle in his lungs, his chest going slightly fuzzy as he pulls the cigarette away from his face. He watches Kinger staring at him, his eyes darkening with each passing second, and exhales.

"You smoke" Kinger says finally, not even attempting to take his addiction back from Caine. "You-"

"I don't" Caine says back, looking down at burning embers and ash. "I used to but- then I couldn't afford it" His eyes dart up to Kinger and he chuckles. "And no I'm not taking it up again"

Kinger huffs a laugh at that, but he looks half distracted. "Good, that-" He suddenly groans, looking like hes in pain and Caine would be concerned but when he glances down he can see Kinger straining against his zipper.

"Oh" He says quietly as Kinger suddenly steps forward, trapping him against the railing. "Hm"

Kinger leans down to his shoulder again, his mouth brushing over skin and chilly flesh and Caine is loving it.

He hums, eyes fluttering as the feeling, before he takes another drag-

Before he can exhale, Kingers kisses him hard.

It makes him gasp in shock, the smoke leaking out in tiny little streaks as Kingers tongue brushes the inside of his teeth and his gums.

Hands move to his hips, rubbing over the panties, and his own move to wrap around Kingers neck.

Caine used to not being kissed, past partners found it strange to kiss him seeing as his whole head was mouth, so he had made peace with not having that 'firework' inducing make out.

Until now that is.

The hands on his hips move to his lower back, long fingers brush up his spine, caressing each vertebrae until they get to his shoulder blades.

Caine shudders when a wooden hand presses against the jutted bone there, then they move to drag down the front. His fingers presses against a small chest, defined ribs, a pudgy stomach, all while Caine shudders and tries his best to not get hard.

He fails amazingly as Kingers hand dips into his panties and presses against the base of his cock. He pulls away from the kiss with a stutter. "Y-you said you have a meeting- you need-"

"You" Kinger finishes for him, head lowering to Caine's shoulder and Caine jolts when teeth scrape over his skin, the smoke he had drank from Caines mouth leaking from his own. "I need you"

Caine stares at nothing, shocked at how fast he can get aroused, before he nods. "You have me"

With that he's scooped up, legs wrapping around Kingers bare waist as hes carried. He places the cigarette into the ash try as they go past it, laughing when Kinger back tracks to close to doors before they continue back to the bedroom.

Caine is placed on the bed gently just like before, his body being cupped by soft sheets as he stares up at Kinger already looking at him.

He wants to ask what Kinger plans to do but- something about being left in the dark is oh so very appealing.

Hands touch his feet then, firm enough to not tickle his skin and he can only watch, head propped up on a pillow, as Kinger explores.

Hands move to Caines ankles, fingers pinching at silk gently before letting it fall back to skin. Then they move again, and Caine hums when they reach his calves, pressing against skin hard enough to leave indents, and hopefully bruises.

He looks at Kingers face to see him staring at his own hands, obviously distracted by Caines body and the smaller man feels his body flush at the attention.

Hands cup under his knees and lifts them up slightly and Caine is helpless to do anything but obey, and he has to look away when Kinger leans down to press a kiss to the skin there.

"Watch me" Caines gaze snap back to see Kinger now looking directly at him, eyes lidded. "Watch me worship you"

Oh Lord.

Caine nods, too afraid to speak because he might just moan if he does, and stays silent as Kinger places kisses against his knee, over the fabric covering him. His mouth moves up across skin, invisible tongue lapping at trembling thighs.

He tries his best to calm himself, especially the closer Kinger gets to his now aching cock, but it's so difficult to clear his mind at the sight before him.

An older man, a successful man, stroking his skin and kissing his thighs while he wears black and pink lace, worshiping him, simply because he wants too.

Caine lifts a hand to rest on the cross upon Kingers head, fingers wrapping around the smooth wood because he needs something to hold onto at least.

A mouth presses to the head of his dick through the panties and he shivers, eyes catching Kingers own and he feels hypnotized as Kinger licks and bites at his lower stomach.

Bruises bloom in his skin, evidence of Kingers affection staining his skin and making Caine crave.

Hands move to his hips, run up his stomach, and cup his chest. Thumbs run over his nipples as he winces at the pleasure that settles in his chest at careful circles.

He feels pinned in place, like a bug on display with the way Kinger is looking at him, eyes bright and intense. He feels like if he had wings they would be spread out and shaking with the attention on him.

He can only watch as Kinger pulls his panties down until his cock springs out, hard and leaking. Kinger hums and brings one hand back to wrap his hand around it, making an 'O' with his thumb a forefinger and jerking him slowly.

Caine's back arches but the hand on his chest presses him back down and he moans at the display of strength, unable to take a full breath as Kinger leans over his cock.

He has one thought, before Kinger swallows him down-

And that's, fuck he's hot.

Kinger's throat is scalding hot around him, scorching him and burning his skin in the best way possible. It makes Caines eyes flutter and roll back in his head, feeling unable to even focus on anything other then the burning sensations of his cock being sucked.

He tries to speak, his chest heaving with the words that ache to escape but he can't get them out. The pleasure ignites his veins, leaving lines of pure lust all throughout his body as he gasps.

Impossibly he feels close already, his lower stomach tencing and relaxing while his toes curling. "Kinger" He drags it out, the name falling from his chest like water. "Oh-"

Kinger doesn't reply in words, seeing as he still has Caine's cock down his throat, but his hands move all over Caines body again.

They brush ribs, press to hips, run over shaking thighs and Caine feels like he's floating when those hands move to cup his ass and lift it.

His hands twitch, grabbing the top of Kingers head even harder as his hips jolt towards the sensations. He feels helpless to do anything other then writhe in Kingers grip.

His body clenches around nothing and he shudders a cry when he feels the way Kingers cum shifts inside of him. He wants to be grossed out by the feeling, it's degrading to still have another mans load in the deepest parts of him, but all it does is make his pleasure rise.

The orgasm that rips through him is soft and almost sweet, starting in his pelvis and then spreading out into his limbs until he lets out a huff and a whine. He shudders when Kinger releases him, pulling his panties back up to cover his limp cock, before he pulls the blankets over them both.

Caine presses close to Kinger, chest to chest, and allows his body to sink into sleep as a hand runs over his back and sides.

"Your meeting-" He says then, voice slurred from exhaustion.

"I'll push it back" Kinger says above him, "sleep"

Caine, still in lace and still slightly sweaty, only closes his eyes and allows sleep to claim him once more.

!!!

You: I repainted my ceiling and everything over the weekend, the whole place stinks like paint now

Kinger: you like the smell no? You told me that as a child you used to eat it

Kinger; which explains a lot to be honest

You: rude, honestly, and yeah the smell is nice but not when it's overwhelming like that

Kinger: fair enough

Kinger: also when you get back home there will be a gift waiting for you

You; oh? Can I have a clue?

Kinger: be a good boy and wait okay baby?

You: okay

You: daddy

Kinger: careful now

"Who are you texting?"

Caine yelps and his phone goes flying up the floor, skidding and spinning out of control as he whips around to see Pomni staring at him with wide eyes.

"...Sorry" She says, looking shocked. "I didn't mean to startle you- actually I said your name like five times! What were you so-"

"Nothing" Caine says, too quick to be natural as he shuffles over to grab his phone, checking the screen to make sure it hasn't smashed before he shoves it into his pocket. "Nothing at all!"

Pomni stares at him for a moment longer, her eyes slowly narrowing. "...sure" She shrugs but Caine knows her to well to let his guard down.

He watches her like a hawk as she hums, pouring hot water into a mug to make coffee, then reaching into the pot to grab a sachet of sugar.

He feels bad that Pomni has been completely in the dark with this new... thing. He had wanted to tell her the moment Kinger first sent him money but something had stopped him. Fear. Fear that Pomni might actually judge him, or shame him or think less of him.

It's a stupid thought, after all this woman is the very same one that pat his back when he threw up after he ate a whole carton of rotten eggs on a dare from Wormo.

Her opinion of him probably couldn't get any lower.

He's knows why he's actually keeps it a secret, he knows why he hasn't told her-

Hes waiting for it to go wrong. Waiting for it to fall through. Waiting for Kinger to leave and- he doesn't want Pomni to watch him fall apart when he does.

It's a pessimistic thought, but one that Caine can't stop thinking about.

"You seem happier." She suddenly says and Caine blinks. "The last few weeks, even though your shifts have been cut and everything, you seem-" Their eyes meet and hers are soft, gentle. "good"

Caine hums and nods, feeling his teeth flush. "I am" He says, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against the kitchen counter. "Honestly I-"

"Yoink!" A hand sneaks into his pocket and grabs his phone.

"Pomni!" Caine dives at her with a high pitched shriek, trying to grab his phone as she cackles at him. "No!"

"Too late!" She taunts as she jumps over a chair and kicks it back at him, making him grunt and wheeze when it hits him.

He's only able to watch with wide eyes and Pomni swipes open his phone, the feels his whole body set alight when he sees her face begin to change.

Honestly it's a miracle that most of their sexual acts are done while on call and not over text.

Then, he remembers the conversation he was having not even five minutes ago and he winces because yeah that's so not good. 

Pomni blinks down at the screen, then her eyes flick up to meet Caine's. "Caine"

The man winces. "Y-yes my dear?"

"Are .." She seems to debate with herself, before she lets out a gush of air. "Are you a sex worker? Y'know I was joking about that right-"

"No!" He says and he jumps back to try and take his phone out of Pomnis limp hand, but she pulls it away. “no! No I'm not- I have-” He pauses and looks around the break room just to be sure. "Its- I-"

"Oh my gosh" Pomni suddenly gasps when she looks at the screen again, her eyes popping open wide, "you-" her gaze snaps up to look directly at Caine "You have a sugar daddy don't you"

He could deny it, he wants to deny it, but-

He looks at what Pomni is staring at and he flushes when he notices that it's the notification he got the next morning after spending the night with Kinger.

'Kinger sent you 5,000!'

Kinger: I'm buying you more of those sets btw

"Uh-" Caine winces. "...No?"

Pomni gestures to the phone in her grip. "Caine, this is insane"

The man sighs and takes the phone back from the other, shoving it into his pocket and walking back to the kitchen as he talks. "I wasn't going to" He says and he genuinely means it. "And to be honest it didn't start out with" His teeth flush. "That"

"Then tell me" Pomni says, her voice is gentle and full of amusement. "How on earth you of all people, Mr I don't want people to look me in the eye, have a sugar daddy!"

Caine laughs at that and shakes his head. "Well..."

He tells her everything, from the first message to the phone call, to the few others that followed over the next few weeks. He explains that he didn't know how to tell Pomni, and that he was afraid that she might judge him for it.

He talks about how their relationship developed, how Kinger took to calling him pet names and how he liked it. Then he told her about how he thought about wanting more.

He tells her about them spending the night together, though he glosses over any and all raunchy details, feeling to ashamed to even think about telling her any of that.

Pomni nods along with him as he talks, her face judgement free and fully at ease as he rants and raves about Kinger.

"I knew it" Pomni says, a grin on her face as Caine pauses to organize his thoughts.

"Knew what?" Caine can't help but question.

"That something had changed"

Caine looks at her for a long moment, his heart fluttering in his chest. "changed how?"

Pomni laughs and pats his shoulder. "You're happy Caine" She says, voice full of humor. "That's what's different"

Caine wants to be happy with that, he wants to preen and smile and thank her.

But the fear is growing.

!!!!

Sure enough when he gets home there's a package right outside his door. He huffs and bends down to scoop it up, looking the box over before he pushes the door open and kicks it shut.

He places his bag down and carries the box over to the coffee table, placing it down and humming as he swipes thought his phone.

You: home now

Immediately his phone rings and he rolls his eyes fondly before pressing accept. "Couldn't even wait for me to sit huh?"

"Have you opened the gift yet?" Kinger asks and his voice is low already.

Caine huffs a laugh. "I haven't even got dressed yet-"

"I would suggest you do" Kinger says and something about his voice makes Caine shiver. "Get dressed I mean, maybe just into underwear"

Caine pauses at that, eyes darting to the box and a heat burns in his chest. "...what underwear?" He asks and he waits for the response before he even thinks about moving.

A long groan of pleasure. "Fuck- good boy for asking" He says, voice rumbling through the phone and Caine shudders. "The red pair, I haven't seen them yet have I?"

Caine shakes his head and moves to the bedroom, digging into his draws to find said underwear. He places his phone on the bed and he rips his clothes off, already feeling to hot to think about anything other then doing what Kinger says.

He drops his boxers and pulls the red silk up over his backside, huffing when it squeezes his cock. "Snug" He says quietly before he picks up his phone and moves back to the living room.

"Okay?"

Caine nods and looks at the box, feeling the chilly air in the apartment burn him somehow. "Can...I open my gift now?"

Kinger hums, full of satisfaction. "Of course, go on"

Caine moves to sit on the couch, placing his phone on the coffee table and he rips into his gift, his heart hammering in his chest.

"What-" He gasps at the sight of a laptop, unboxed but obviously new. "Kinger-"

"What do you say?"

Caine's teeth flush and he runs his hand over the cool top of the laptop. "Thank you..."

"What?"

Caine stays quiet. His stomach rolling with humiliation and apparently Kinger doesn't like that.

"Caine" Comes his voice and the sternness of it makes Caine go rigid, his cock twitching weakly in its confines. "What do you say?"

"Thank you-" His voice lowers, his eyes close. "D-daddy"

A hum, low and drawn out. "Good boy" there's more shifting on the other side, like Kinger is getting comfortable, before he speaks again. "I've set it all up, you can use it for whatever you want of course but-" A chuckle. "Mostly to call me"

Caine laughs at that. "Oh I see how it is"

"Damn right" Kinger says in response to that and Caine rolls his eyes. "Now, why don't you turn it on?"

Caine hums and opens the screen, pressing the power button and watching as it lights up. "Oh it's very quick" He says to himself, pressing enter to get into the home screen. "Now what?"

There's silence on the other end and when Caine looks at the screen he sees that it says 'Call ended' and he frowns at that because Kinger never leaves before saying goodbye.

Then he jolts when his laptop starts ringing. "Oh!"

He flutters over it until he finds the right button and he gasps when Kinger fills his screen, the older man sat back in his armchair and spread out like a regal.

The image is crisp, pristine even and Caine wonders if his is the same. "Hey" He says weakly and Kinger laughs.

"Hello"

He watches blue eyes roam his almost fully naked form and he flushes. "Now I see why you made me put these on" He says and he nods down to his panties. "Very perverted of you"

Kinger laughs at that, shoulders shaking with humor before he tilts his head at Caine. "Stand up for me"

It takes him a moment to process that, before he swallows roughly and nods, standing to his feet. The angle means that the area from his belly button down is on full display, and he flushes even brighter.

"Hm" Kinger says and he sounds very pleased. "Turn"

Caine nods even though Kinger can't see it and he twists, ass to the camera and thighs pressed together in embarrassment. "Bend"

Caine feels his gums set alight even worse, but he of course obeys by leaning over the couch, his arms coming up to rest of the back of the couch as he goes. "L-like that?"

"Fuck yes just like that" He hears a belt being undone and he laughs, a breathy thing that makes his chest rattle. "Really?"

"You're hot" Kinger says simply, like it's obvious and Caine ducks his head away. "Your ass is- hm next time I see you remind me to eat you out okay?"

Caine shivers and nods,. "Yeah- yeah okay-" He takes a shuddering breath in and tries to force his body to relax but it's hard when all he can feel is Kingers eyes burning into the skin of his bare back.

"Turn around" He's quick to follow that, still remaining standing. "Good boy" Each praise is a gut punch in the best way, hitting him hard and fast and making him want to curl over but he manages to resist.

He can see Kinger now, his hand lazily stroking his cock that's hard in his grip, the head peeking over the top of his fingers on each pull. Caine stares, transfixed, as pre drips down that glorious cock and he swallows around nothing.

He needs that cock back inside of him- mouth or backside he really doesn't mind which. He just needs it.

"Caine" His eyes snap up to a burning blue gaze, "Do you think you can cum untouched?"

Caine stutters at that, his whole body trembling. "I d-dont know-"

"Well let's try it shall we?" It's posed as a question but Caine knows it's not negotiable.

The smaller man can only stand there, eyes darting from a dark face to a hard cock over and over as his own dick throbs in his panties. He wants to beg for something because this won't be enough- just watching-

"If you were here-" Kinger starts, sick stroking his cock and tone breathy. "I would be fucking you on my fingers by now"

Caine takes it back, he's going to cum.

He curls his hands into fists at his sides and he shifts from one foot to another, his shoulders hunching as the image assaults him.

Maybe he's sat on Kingers lap? Or sideways in his lap? Maybe they are led in bed with Caine on his front as he tries to stifle his sounds as Kinger presses along his prostate.

"Oh-" Caine gasps out, "Kinger keep- please keep going-"

The chess piece laughs at that, and it's so fond that the humiliation in Caine's gut is worth it. "Hm, maybe I'll eat you out too? Lick my way inside of you as you squirm and cry oh so pretty for me"

"Kinger-" Caine moans out, feeling weak in the knees. "hm-!"

"Then I would bend you over" He continues and Caine can barely see past the pleasure blurring his vision but he can see that Kinger is fucking into his hand now. "Spread those cute little cheeks, and fuck you until you're begging"

"I'm-" Caine trembles in desperation when a familiar feeling starts to roll through his stomach. "Oh- oh I'm close-"

"Really? Just from a few words? Hm, you really are desperate aren't you baby" It's rhetorical, Caine knows that, but he still whimpers and nods.

"Look at you- your cock is staining your underwear you know that right? Your own pre is leaking-" Caine shudders and he almost falls over, needing to hunch over to rest his hands on the coffee table on either side of the laptop. "Oh are you close baby?"

Caine nods, gasping for air as his hips twitch up into nothing, his cock rubbing harshly against the fabric of his panties "Ymm-Yea-Yes-" he managed, eyes locked on to Kingers hand as it flys over his cock.

"Fuck baby" Kinger says and his head is tilting back, his chest stuttering and his eyes are still focused on the screen, on Caine. "So good for daddy aren't you?"

Caine does fall then as the pleasure tears through him and he lowers himself to the couch, falling back and gasping for air as his hips twitch up over and over and over. His dick throbs, the fabric positivity soaked now thanks to his cum, and it keeps going.

Its intense, its overwhelming, it makes him cover his face with his hands, his knees knock together and then spread because the pressure is to much. Tears fill his eyes and the whole time a whines runs from his throat, drowning out all other sounds.

"Hm-hm fuck, fuck Caine- " He gets to see Kinger cum through the cracks of his finger, his chest heaving as the older man shivers and shakes, cum spurting from his cock head and leaking down the length.

Caine goes limp, body still shaking with aftershocks, until Kinger lets out a low groan. "Why do I keep doing this in my work clothes?" He grumbles to himself and Caine laughs, shaking his head even as his eyes struggle to stay open.

"Cus' I'm irresistible?" It's a joke, a tease, but at Kingers silence Caine looks up to see him staring with bright, lidded eyes, head tilted to the side and flushed cheeks.

"You are" Kinger says softly and the adoration in his tone makes Caine burn.

The smaller man looks away and covers his face. "Shut up!" When Kinger only laughs at him, he whines.

"Also-" Caine peeks up at him when he speaks again, keeping blue eyes draken with arousal and promise. "Until dinner on Sunday, you're not allowed to cum"

Caine freezes. "..What?"

"You heard me" Kinger sits back in his chair, looking completely at ease after giving Caine a devastating order. "Better yet, you're not allowed to touch yourself"

Caine feels his eyes widen and he sits up, hands holding the couch between his legs. "What? Wait Kinger-"

"Not my name" Says the chess piece and Caine feels himself vibrate because oh this is all so very arousing. "What's my name, Caine?"

Caine hums, eyes darting away and then back. "Daddy please" He croaks out, eyes tearing up. "I won't- please-"

"Don't. Touch. Yourself" Kinger repeats slowly. "If you are good you'll get a reward, yes?"

Caine can only nod, his stomach knife and his knees weak. "Yes" Kinger raises a brow and Caines face burns. "I mean- yes, daddy"

"Good boy" Kinger hums, tone perfectly level, then- "There's another gift on its way to you, it's for Sunday, you are not allowed to open it till I say, yes?"

Caine nods, and thankfully Kinger doesn't force him to speak. "Good boy"

Kinger leans close to the camara and Caine follows his lead, drawn in to his face despite him not really being there. "Okay baby?"

It's a check in, his mind supplies, to make sure he's okay with this and it makes Caine laugh breathlessly and nod. "Okay"

Kinger looked relived after that, and then he hums. "Goodnight baby"

Caine nods back, still in fire and still very aroused by all of it. "G-goodnight Kinger"

With one last heated look, Kinger disappears from the screen and Caine collapses.

He hard again, achingly so.

He grabs his phone to look at the screen and whines in dismay.

It's only Tuesday.

He's so not going to survive this.

!!!

The thing is- if Caine only had to ignore his arousal and push through, he would have been fine.

That's not what happens.

No instead Kinger seems to make it his mission to force Caine to fail. He'll text Caine praise, pet names, anything to get Caine to flush and stutter.

And he'll ask for things in return.

When Caine goes to work on the Wednesday, he gets a message just before he starts his shift from Kinger, a single sentence that had set him on fire.

Kinger: go to the bathroom right now and send me a picture of your cock.

Caine had, without hesitation.

As a rewards he had received 1,000 and a comment of good boy.

That too could have been fine, easy to ignore and deal with (Even though he has spent the rest of his shift half hard)

Even when he had a day off on the Thursday, and Kinger told him to strip and dress himself in different clothes.

He would get dressed, take a picture in a pose that Kinger instructed, and then change into the next.

It was beyond embarrassing to be in his knees at the foot of the bed while waiting for his phone to snap a picture of his ass from behind, dressed only in black panties that squeezed right between his cheeks.

But even that, he could cope with. He could ignore how his cock strained in each new article of clothing, how his body aches with the need for release each time Kinger would send him money for such amazing photos, as he liked to say.

But at night Kinger would call him and be evil. The older man would jerk himself off while Caine listened, explain what he wants to do to the smaller man in explicit detail, moan his name with just a bit to much show.

He would tell Caine how hot those photos got him, how hard he was just looking at them, how he couldn't wait to fuck him. He would praise Caine while he whined and begged and cried, hoping that he might be shown some mercy and be allowed to cum.

Each and everytime, he would remind Caine of his task- don't touch yourself.

Caine whined and cried and begged for relief, for anything to stop the ache in his pelvis, and each time, Kinger would forbid him.

It was humiliating. It was addicting.

He lays in his bed now, whining into his pillow with his hips lifted off the bed while he tries his best to not hump the bed, with Kinger moans praise into his 'ear'

"Kinger please" He whimpers, tears falling down his jaw as he sobs. "Please-"

"Tomorrow" Comes Kingers breathy reply, "Tomorrow, I promise it'll be worth it"

Caine has no other choice then to trust Kinger, and it's amazing.

!!!!

At exactly 6pm, Kinger rings him.

Caine is already shaking when he presses accept, his hand tight on the package as he stands in his bedroom. "Hello?"

"I'm outside" Says Kinger and his voice is soft, to soft and it puts Caine on edge. "Did you open that gift?"

"No" Caine whispers back. "You.... didn't say I could"

A hum. "Good boy. Come on now"

Caine nods at that, "I'll be down soon."

"See you then" Kinger says before he hangs up and Caine rushes through the actions, grabbing his wallet and and slipping on his shoes, gift tucked under one arm, while he rushes out the apartment.

He gets outside and immediately spots the limo, Jax stood by the door and grinning at him. "Long time no see" Says the purple rabbit and Caine duck his head. Jax snorts a laughs but opens the door for him, thankfully staying silent as Caine slips into the car.

Caine gets in and immediately he spots Kinger, sat back comfortably against the seat with a glass of something in hand. "Hello Caine."

He has to swallow the saliva in his mouth before he speaks, worried that he might start drooling. "Hello Kinger"

The older man looks amused as the car begins to drive, and he gestures to the package in Caine's lap. "You can open that now" 

Caine glances at the wrapped package and nods, carefully undoing the tape and such with shaking hands. When he pulls the paper off he spots black fabric and frowns. "What?" He looks back up to Kinger, seeing the man staring at him with heated eyes.

"Change" Kinger says then, voice leaving no room for argument, his eyes half lidded.

Caine jolts, looking back at the window where he knows Jax is sitting. "He won't look" Kinger says when Caine looks back at him and the smaller man nods shakily-

And strips.

He takes off the hoodie he was wearing, pushing off the jeans from his sat position, and tugs off his T-shirt. When he's down to his boxers he makes to grab the outfit but stops, looking to Kinger. "A-and these?" He gets out, gesturing to his underwear.

Kinger hums. "Yes, those too"

Caine nods to that and shuffles them down too, letting them fall off his foot and he shivers when the cold leather of the seat brush his burning skin. He finally grabs the gift then, and trying to figure out how to best out it on while not being able to see what it really is.

It's a suit, that much was clear. Black bottoms, marching jacket, dark red button up shirt. He rubs his hands over the fabric, then pauses when he spots light grey and pink lace.

Of course.

Despite the last week, he still flusters as he pulls the panties, garters and stockings up his legs, fingers trembling as he shifts them about to get comfortable. He looks down at himself, on his knees in the floor of the limo, and refuses to look at Kinger.

Not because he doesn't want to, but because he can't. If he looks and see those bright eyes he might do something humiliating like crawl across the floor to him.

After getting those on, he makes quick work of the other things, pulling them on and then-

There's a weight on his back and he tries to look over his shoulder to see, but Kinger clears his throat and Caines attention snaps to him.

He looks very pleased with himself, and it makes Caine mock glare at him, to which Kinger laughs. "What?"

"What he says" Caine grumbles as he crosses his arms over his chest and leans back against his seat, staring at Kinger across from him. "Like he hasn't- in public" Caine hisses and Kinger laughs harder. "I'm- lace! In public!"

"No one will know" Kinger says then, sounding smug. "Unless you tell them"

That's true but- Caine can feel the stockings rub against his legs the garters cling to his thighs, the panties shifting on his ass. 

"I'll know" He says, his voice cracking. "And-and you'll know"

Kinger hums at that, taking a drink of his glass. "I know" He says softly "that's the best part"

Caine can't reply to that, the shame is burning too bright, so he just gets comfortable in his seat as his mind races. Hes half hard already, just being here with Kinger and smelling his cologne, seeing his eyes. Hes straining against the underwear he's wearing. He looks down at his lap, thankfully seeing no visible signs of his arousal.

The vehicle comes to a stop, and Caine takes deep breaths as he hears the door open and shut, before the door next to him opens up.

Kinger moves first, ducking out and then reaching back in and holding a hand out for Caine to take. The smaller man does and allows himself to be pulled out, his eyes immediately moving to the building before him. It was massive, with steep steps and a full glass front they just screamed 'fancy' and Caine felt out of place.

"Heh, nice lace dentures" Caine whips around to look at Jax, who's staring at his feet and when Caine follows his gaze he realizes that you can see the pink of his stockings each time he shifts a foot. Caine gasps and turns back to Kinger. “You!-”

Kinger raises a brow and it send Caine silent, his teeth flushing and his stomach heating up at the sight of such a look. He hasn't received a 'punishment' yet, and the idea is doing so is Kinger of scary but- insanely hot too.

Instead of saying anything Caine, blue eyes go to Jax. "I'll call you when it's time to be picked up" When the rabbit nods, he hold out his arm for Caine to take and the other man does, even though he's hyper aware of the lace showing on his ankles with each step he takes.

"This is so embarrassing" Caine stutters, voice shaking. "I can't believe- oh dear-"

Then he catches his reflection in the glass.

At first glance his suit looks plain, boring really, but when he shifts to get his back in his line of sight his heart stutters. Right down his spine is a silver chain, sowed into the collar all the way down to his tail bone. Then, replicating ribs, there are more chains the start just above his shoulder blades, and down in equal intervals until they get to the bottom of the jacket. The end of each are sowed into he seams on each side.

He can also see that it's not a fully black suit, on the cuffs of his legs, and at the bottom of the jacket, are what looks like clouds of smoke, light and dark grey colours that meld together nicely.

"I wanted something that looked like you" Kinger says and his large hands come to rest on his shoulders, their eyes catch and Caine feels his heart jump into his throat. "This...spoke to me"  He seems flushed when he admits that, and Caine can't help but laugh at him, looking at his back one more time just to see the chains clinking in the light.

"Thank you" He says and Kinger eyes soften.

"You're welcome"  then Kinger gestures to the building. "Come-" He places a hand on Caine's lower back. "Let's eat"

!!!!

Food is expensive but lovely, the music is soft, the atmosphere is calmed and relaxed.

Honestly Caine is amazed as he sits there and eats his....something? It had a fancy French name that he couldn't quite pronounce.

It's even better seeing Kinger like this, in his element.

From the moment they had entered Kinger had taken control over everything, he had paid, picked where they sat- it was amazing.

Caine had only been able to flush when Kinger orders their drinks, and then he has to cover his face when Kinger asks what he wants before telling the waiter.

It's weird, Caine allowing someone to- do this, treat him like this. Take care of him like this. But it's nice.

He and Kinger make idle conversation as food comes and it's eaten, then even more conversation when more drinks are poured and sipped.

He's not drunk or anything, not even a buzz if he was going to be honest, but he's had enough to drink so he feels okay with being more open.

While Kinger is talking about a particularly nasty client of his from last week, Caine nods along and tries his best to pay attention. His eyes drop, down Kingers chest, down to his hand thats tapping a random rhythm on the table. Long, smooth fingers that fiddle with the table cloth, rub along the surface underneath, bunching in the cloth.

He feels the arousal in his stomach reignite and settle like a rock, his thighs pressing together as he tries his best to starve off the flush that wants to grow on his entire face.

"Caine? Are you- hm"

Mismatched eyes snap up to meet blue, and the older man only stares back at him with curiosity. "Sorry" He gets out quickly, his eyes going wide when he sees blue darken. "I just- uhm-"

"Are you that desperate?" Kinger asks, leaning forward on the table and making Caine shrink away from his smouldering gaze. "For... attention?"

At the last word, Caine feels a foot press against his own under the same and he gasps. He can see where this is going, he can tell by the way the foot move up to rub along his calve and-

"Don't" Caine says quickly, Kinger pausing all movements. "I'll- Kinger I'll cum don't-"

The chess piece hums at that, and drops his foot. "Let's go" He stands to his feet and Caine jolts.

"I'm- what?"

Kinger grabs Caines hand, basically dragging him away from the table and down the side hall. "Kinger!"

The other man stays silent as they get further down the hall, around the corner and then Caine is being shoved against the wall.

His back collides with it, knocking the wind out of him, then his eyes snap his to lock with Kingers own who staring down at him with narrowed eyes. "You-" His eyes shut, like he's trying to compose himself, all while Caine is stuck to the wall.

"I was being honest" Caine whispers back, his heart fluttering in his chest when Kinger groans. "All- Kinger I need to cum please-"

"Excuse me?"

Caine goes rigid and Kingers head whips around to the worker looking at them with a flushed face. "Uhm, can you... not?"

Caine can't see Kingers face like this, but the taker man moves closer to Caine and for that he's grateful. "Of course" Kinger replies, tone perfectly pleasant "My apologies, where is the bathroom?"

The worker, now looking even more flustered, gestures down the hall. "...that way-"

"Thank you" Kinger gets out before he's taking Caine again and dragging him away.

!!!!

Once again, Caine's back is slammed against the stall door with enough power to make it rattle but he can't find it in himself to be truly upset.

Instead all he focuses on is kissing Kinger with all of the desperation that he had been keeping at bay this past week.

He shivers when hands move to his waist, pulling his shirt lose and presses underneath to run over his naked skin. He presses closer to Kinger, his dick already hard in his panties as he shudders.

Kinger suddenly pulls away from him, dropping him back flat in his feet before he drops to his knees. "Kin-" he yelps when hands grab his waist and he twisted towards the door, his eyes going wide as he tries to look back at Kinger. "What are-"

"I said-" Hands unzip and unbuckle his trousers, shuffling them down his legs until they pool around his ankles. His feet are pressed further apart, and he has to brace his arms in the door. "That next time I saw you-" Fingers slips into his panties and pull them down just enough to bunch them up under his cheeks and Caine feels his teeth burn when he realizes.

"Oh, oh wait-"

Hands grab his cheeks and spread them and then he feels warm breath right on his hole. When Kinger speak his voice vibrates Caine's very being, making him shudder and his eyes widen-

"I would eat you out"

A tounge presses into him and Caine cries out. "Oh-" And then it keeps going and Caine can't help but wonder, how long is his tongue?

Something presses right on his prostate, sending shocks of heat up his spine and Caine can barely get any breath into his lungs  

His hips are pulled back from the door, Kinger still licking into him and the whole time Caines head is spinning because they're doing this in a bathroom of all places! That-thats just-

"Kinger " he chokes on nothing when his thighs are suddenly gripped tight, the pressure sending shocks right to his cock that's now straining against the front of his underwear. "Kinger-"

Fingers moves to his cheeks and spread him open more, then one hand completely disappears and Caine shudders because what is Kinger doing?

Suddenly that tounge is pulled out and he gasps at the feeling of being so suddenly empty. "Wh-" Fingers press against him, slipping in and immediately spreading him open. Caine sobs weakly, legs shaking and stomach twisting as he tries his best to not collapse. "Kinger please- "

"Do you trust me?" Comes a voice, close to his ear and full of heat.

Caine nods immediately, too quickly. "Yes, yes I do-"

"Try to relax for me, okay baby?" The fingers are pulled out of him, and Caine frown when something else is pressed to his hole- blunt and smooth.

"Wh-" It presses in to him, spreading his walls and making him shudder when it curls up and rests right against his prostate. "Kinger what?"

"I told you that waiting would be worth it" Kinger says behind him and Caine hearing fabric shifting, then his wrists are being grabbed and placed on his lower back.

Caine feels something wrap around them, and when he shuffles his hands he's finds that he can't move them. "Oh Lord-" He whispers, eyes fluttering.

He's pulled back then, forced to take stumbling steps to prevent falling, and he yelps when hes placed in a lap. "What-" He asks again, feeling arms wrap around his waist and a mouth presses to his shoulder. "Kinger-"

"Breathe" Says the older man and Caine realizes that he's breathing much to fast, so he makes a conscious effort to steady it out. "Alright?"

Caine nods, letting his head drop back and he manages to catch Kinger staring at him. He's sat on Kinger lap, he thinks with a hum, eyes fluttering shut. It's nice, being held like this.

His trousers had fallen off at some point. His shoes too. He's left in nothing but the pantie set, shirt and jacket, though his chest is beginning to heave from the heat.

"Baby...." Caine twitches, looking to Kinger again and humming. Blue eyes go fond and then he raises his hand, something held in his fingers.

Is that a remote?

Oh.

"Try not to scream okay?" Kinger teases, voice low and Caine feels his eyes widen in fear because he finally knows what's inside of him right now.

Oh no

"Kinger-"

The button is pressed twice and the vibrator inside of Caine buzzes to life, viciously.

He falls.

Out of Kingers lap, into his knees and onto the bath room floor, his hips humping at empty air as his prostate is wrecked. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy crashes over him, making him arch his back and fall forward on to his chest.

He's disgusting, he's heaving for air, tears in his eyes while hes on the tiled floor of the bathroom, ass raised in the air, hands tied behind his back and cock throbbing in grey panties-

And he loves it.

He hears a groan behind him, the distant clinking of a belt and a zipper, before he hears slick movements and he wonders if Kinger is getting off too this.

He hear a choked groan and he finds it in him to grin because yep, Kinger is definitely getting off to this.

With all of his strength he pushes himself up off his chest, feeling drool and tears fall from his jaws and he does his very best to twist around, facing Kinger who's stroking himself. He shuffles up and over, still letting out weak little moans. "Please-" He gets out, looking up to see Kinger already looking at his face.

He looks flushed himself, his cheeks red, sweat on his forehead, and a hand pressed to his mouth, Caine is barely able to register that the remote is on top of the roll dispenser "Fuck-" Kinger grunts, a whole body twitch running through him. "Baby-"

"Please let me cum" He whimpers, head coming to rest on Kingers thigh, even though he longs to curl up into a ball and let the pleasure consume him. "Please Daddy let me cum"

Kinger eyes shut tight, like he's in pain, but he doesn't move.

Caine decides to go above and beyond. He leans over Kingers lap, keeping his eyes on that handsome face, and let's his tounge drop out when he reaches that glorious cock.

"-Fuck-!" He laughs when he's grabbed and lifted, his ass resting on Kinger lap- a hand grabs him by tied hands and suddenly there's a cock sliding between his cheeks. It doesn't press into him, but he can feel the slick, burning skin rubbing right along his sensitive hole.

The vibrator shakes him, burns him where it's still pressed against the most sensitive part of him, his cock is straining against panties, leaking something fierce.

Sounds are ripped from him as Kinger bounces him on his lap, his head falling back and his tounge lolling out of his mouth, his eyes rolling up as the pleasure scorches him alive. "Hm-hm-hm-!"

"Fuck you feel-good-" Kinger grunts behind him and then he pulls back more and the new angle makes him cry out, head falling forward and he's getting desperate and he can't breath and he want to cry and sob and beg-

"Please please please please-" Caine whimpers, tears falling to the floor. "I need- please I need it- I need it-"

A hand wraps around his clothed erection, a thumb presses against the soaked and weeping head, the older mans cock pressed to his hole throbs and-

Caine cums so hard that he shouts, his entire body going rigid like he had been electrocuted by a live wire. His orgasm lasts longer then normal, like his body is trying to make it up to him for all of the denial the past week.

When it does his body still shakes with after shocks and the vibrator is still buzzing and he shakes his head. "To-to much pl-please-"

Fingers press into him and suddenly he's empty again, going limp in strong arms as he lets out little whimpers and moans of overstimulation.

His hands are untied, his body twisted sideways and he's held to Kinger chest and he cries himself out, his chest heaving with emotions.

"I've got you baby" Kinger whispers against his upper jaw and it only makes Caine sobs harder, the affection in his voice, the care the-

Love.

Caine loves him.

It's not a shock, is the thing, he's more surprised that it took him this long to figure it out if anything.

He stays silent, little sniffles escaping him as Kinger checks his wrists for any marks- apparently he had used his tie to restrain them- and then he helps Caine stand to his feet, helping his step out of lace when Caine murmers that he wants out.

He feels overwhelmed, but not in a bad way, more like the light are beginning to annoy him, but he's able to continue thinking, for the moment anyway.

They get out the stall and Caine shuffles over to the sink to splash water on his face while Kinger stands next to him and swipes on his phone. He looks up at his own reflection, heart warming when he catches Kingers eyes in the mirror and the older mans eyes brighten.

"I'm going to go and call Jax, okay?" When Caine nods, still too filled with pleasure to talk, he leans down to press a kiss to the top of his jaw. "Meet me out front when you're ready, okay?"

Caine nods and watches Kinger go, heart fluttering in his chest and hands still slightly shaky. He allows his mind to drift, stomach humming with affection.

He loves Kinger. That's it.

He knows that it's that easy, that simple, and it makes him grin to himself. Sure it might make this whole arrangement more complicated but- he doesn't have to tell Kinger right? He can just, keep theses feeling to himself.

Yeah, he nods to himself as the bathroom doors open and a few business men walk in, he can be content with what he and Kinger have now, he doesn't need anything more.

"-did you see? Kingers here too. I saw him in the lobby before we came in here" His twitches at the name but makes a point to focus on his hands as he washes them, his interest piqued but honestly he shouldn't be surprised that people talked about Kinger, he's a big shot after all.

"- I wonder why he's here-"

"Or better yet, who he's here with"

"Yeah! Isn't his wife still away?"

Caine stares at his own reflection, and in real time he sees when the words land. He sees his eyes widen, his jaws slacken and then the words actually, fully register.

His wife.

Kinger is married.

Oh.

He turns off the tap, and makes his way out the bathroom.

His air is leaving him to quick and his eyes dart around the room before they land on Kinger, looking down at his phone and Caine-

Caine can't do this.

He can't face him.

He's been fucking a married man- better yet he's fell in love with a married man.

Caine turns and speedwalks out the restaurant, his heart hammering in his chest and his lungs burning. His eyes fill with tears and then he spots the limo and beelines towards it and to where he can see Jax standing by the door and staring at him with a frown. '"Caine? What-"

"I-I need my clothes-" He stutters, gesturing to the car even as the tears begin to run down his face. "I just- I need-" He looks behind himself, terrified that Kinger is going to come out of the door any second now. "Jax-jax please- "

"Get in" Jax says, ripping the door open. "I'll take you home, I won't tell Kinger"

Without questioning it he gets in the car and slams the door shut, falling on to the seat as his chest heaves for air and he tries to stifle his sobs. Jaxs tears away from the parking spot and Caine can only squeeze his eyes shut as shame barrels into his chest, humiliation, self hatred, anger-

He sobs into his hands, only stopping when Jax pulls to a stop. He is quick to gather his clothes, quick to exit the limo, and even quicker to get back to his apartment when he hears Jax shout his name, but he ignores it. 

He gets the door open and collapses against it.

He's married.

The man that called him baby, and said he was a good boy, had a wife.

The man that took him to dinner, the man that fucked him in his own bed- was that the bed he shared with his wife?

It was wasn't it.

Caine was a fucking idiot.

He rips off his jacket and throws it up the floor, stripping down to nothing- no underwear because Kinger had helped him strip down to nothing not even an hour again in the bathroom stall.

He stalks through his home, the home with the new furniture, new appliances, and feels sick.

He turns the shower on and steps in, scrubbing at his skin with the too hot water while he cries because-

He was disgusting.

He crumbles.

He sits on the floor of the shower, water raining down on him, while he sobs over something he had no right to want.

!!!!

Bzzzt. Bzzzt.

He stares at the screen as it lights up, but he doesn't move from his position in the bed.

Bzzzt. Bzzzt.

He see more messages come through, but he doesn't even blink. Hasn't been able to since getting back last night.

His phone rings, but he doesn't answer it.

The laptop in the living pings, but Caine just closes his eyes.

!!!

The rest of the day he doesn't move.

He can't move.

Everything remind him of Kinger.

His new sheets, his new clothes, his new, silent shower head.

He stays on the bed that he didn't even buy, and cries.

!!!!

Work is a blessing after three days of wallowing.

The mind numbing tasks are a welcome distraction from everything, and he's happy to be here.

The alternative of course would be him led in bed and crying but, whatever.

He can tell Pomni is worried, shes never been good at keeping her emotions off her face, but he can't find the energy to talk to her about it- any of it.

He feels stupid, used.

"Caine?" He turns to look at the woman beside him, his grip on the items he was packing away tight.

"Yeah?" He looks back to see what he was doing and continues, all while Pomni stares at him.

She seems to struggle to find what words to say, before she clears her throat and speaks. "What happened? Last time I saw you, you were-" She cuts herself off but Caine knows what she was going to say.

Happy. Because he had been.

Caine hums at that and he hates how his hands start shaking. "Well, to bad huh" He mutters, blinking rapidly when tears fill his eyes. "Nothing good lasts forever right?"

"Caine-" A hand grabs his shoulder and he has to bite back a sob. "Please just-"

"He's married" Caine gets out and Pomnis eyes widen. "He's married- he has a wife and I-" His voice cracks and his wants to fall down and beg for mercy because what did he do to deserve this?

"I love him" Caine says and he watches Pomnis face crumble. "Loved? I- I don't-" Caine shakes his head and pulls away from Pomnis grip, even though he longs for a hug. "It doesn't matter, none of it matters"

He steps away and walks down the aisle, hoping to get away from those sad pinwheel eyes. He gets to a till, and gets ready to gesture someone over when Pomni joins him. "Pom-"

"What did he say?" Pomni says, brow furrowed. "Did- did he say anything? Maybe they are only married on paper or, maybe they have an open-"

"It doesn't matter" Caine says, frustration rising. "Pomni please I just- I want to stop thinking about him and stop-" His eyes flick to the door and his heart stops when he spots a familiar blue eyes.

"Oh shit-" He ducks down, hiding in the booth, hissing when he hits his hip roughly against something heavy.

"Caine! Wh-"

"That's him" Caine whimpers, pulling his legs up to his chest, heart thudding against his ribs. "The- the chess piece- why-"

"Shush!" Pomni hisses then and Caine falls silent, hiding as much as he could under the till unit. "...Hi! Can I help you?"

"..yes actually" His voice hurts Caine like a physical blow, it makes his skin shiver and his heart ache. "I'm looking for Caine?"

"Ah sorry" Pomni says and he can hear the sheepish smile in her voice. "But I can't give out that information"

There's silence and Caine is hoping that Kinger has left but-

"You're Pomni, right?"

Said woman tenses and Caine cringes. "..yes, how did-"

"Caine talks about you" He says, tone fond. "And it's on your name tag"

"...Ah"

"Look I-" Kinger seems to hesitate, then he sighs. "I don't know what happened okay? We were fine and now he's not replying to me or-or answering my calls and I'm worried about him"

"You're his best friend" Kinger continues and he sounds sad now. "Please just- is he-"

"You're married" Pomni says, her tone angry and Caine can picture her tense expression. "That's why he's upset, he found out you have a wife-"

"Fuck-" Kinger says, loudly. "Okay- yeah okay look just- tell him I can explain okay?"

"Tell me" Pomni says, "and I'll tell him"

There's silence for a moment and Caine hopes, prays that maybe Kinger will just- leave.

"I need to speak to him" Kinger stresses. "Please Pomni I-" His breath hitches and when he next speaks his voice is close and Caine shoves himself back harder beneath the till. "Tell...him that I'll come by his apartment tonight with food and we- we can talk okay? And if not then you-he can just close the door in my face and never see me again but I swear Caine-" Caine's eyes widen and he feels sick.

"I can explain" he breathes. "Please give me a chance"

Caine can't speak, frozen with cramping legs and teary eyes as footsteps fade away.

"Caine?

Pomni crouches down, looking sad on his behalf. "Maybe...maybe you should go home?" Her eyes dart away. "You....need a day off, I think"

Caine buries his face in his arms and nods. "Yeah" He says brokenly. "Yeah"

!!!!

When he gets home after a rocky bus ride, he climbs into bed and sleeps.

He's hungry when he wakes up, he still feels tired, his mind is still too high for him to focus on anything other then the fact that Kinger would be here.

As far as the chess piece knew, Caine wouldn't be home until something past six, so that gives him-

He huffs and searches the bed for his phone grabbing it and checking the time. 5:10? How long has he slept?

Before he can help himself, he looks at the messages Kinger sent him, his head hurting as he reads each one.

Kinger: hey where did you go? Did Jax take you home? He won't tell me.

Kinger: baby are you okay? Did I do something to upset you?

Kinger: Caine please I'm getting worried

1 missed call.

Kinger: please Caine I need to know if you're okay

1 missed call.

1 missed call.

Kinger: Caine I'm sorry. Whatever it was please just tell me, please

Kinger: I'm coming to your work tmr, I need to see you okay?

Kinger: I'll be by at 6:30 okay? I'll bring Chinese food

1 missed call.

Kinger: Caine I swear I can explain everything, okay? I promise you that.

Caine looks away from the screen, closing his jaws tight while he tires to get his breathing back under control. He wants to scream, shout, sob- he wants a hug.

That's the main problem with Kinger coming over. How's he supposed to stop himself from begging Kinger for a hug?

It's pathetic.

He wipes roughly at his lower jaws and gets off the bed, walking to the living room and looking at the clothes that he still hadn't touched since he ripped them off the other night.

He picks them up and dumps them in the hamper, taking a deep breath in as he tackles his kitchen next.

He's cleaning to give himself something to do honestly, his mind is racing with two many thoughts right now and he needs something else to focus on other then what's about to happen in- he glances at his phone screen- thirty minutes.

He takes a shuddering breath in, looks down at himself still in his work clothes, and moves back to the bedroom.

He grabs the faded grey, Twenty-one pilot's hoodie and stares at it, his eyes burning.

Is this his life now? Everything will make him remember what happened? Will he always feel like this? His past break-ups-

It's not a breakup.

He blinks and pulls the hoodie over his head even as he shakes.

They weren't dating. They weren't together.

Is that why it hurts? Is Caine missing the 'what if?’ rather then the what actually happened?

He pulls on baggy pj bottoms, too tired to even think about getting anymore dressed then he already is.

He stands by his front door and waits.

He waits like a dog waiting for their owner to come home.

He feels pathetic.

Theres a knock on the door, hesitant and soft, and Caine can only stare at it. Then-

"Caine?" Comes Kingers voice, soft and careful. "Can....are you going to let me in?"

Caine stares.

"....I have food" Kinger continues. "If you want I can leave it here and you- you don't have to speak to me or see me" his voice wobbles toward the end of his sentence, before he clears his throat. "I-" His voice cuts off fully.

"I need to know that you're okay" Kinger says and Caine comes closer to the door, just to hear his voice better. "Please Caine that- that's all I want okay? You can hate me but please I need to see you and I need to explain- Caine please-"

Caines shakes, his eyes filling with tears and god he is sick of crying.

He grabs the handle before he can over think and opens the door, eyes snapping up immediately to see blue already looking back at him.

"I-" He cuts himself off, taking in the state of Kinger- he looks tired, exhausted even. Bags under his eyes, dressed in a simple T-shirt and sweatpants. It's weird, seeing him like this, so disheveled.

They stare at each other before Caine takes a step back. "Come in" He mutters, walking to the kitchen and leaving Kinger in the doorway.

He heads to the kitchen and grabs two plates, placing them on the side while he opens the drawer and grabs cutlery. He keeps his eyes down even as he hears the door shut gently and then footsteps.

He feels Kinger next to him but he doesn't look, he can't look.

His heart hurts as they divide up the food, and they both remain silent as they walk to the couch and sit down on opposite ends. Kinger takes small bites, eyes darting to Caine randomly like he's trying to get a read on his expression but is unable too.

Caine stares down at rice.

"Are you....not hungry?"

Caine blinks and looks up to see Kinger staring with a furrowed brow and sad eyes. "I..." He hesitates, eyes darting back to the plate in his lap. "I'm starving" He says quietly and he sees Kinger flinch like it was a physical blow.

"Oh"

They both trail back into nothing, Caine watching as his food goes cold and Kinger now only taking small bites as the tv drones on in front of them.

After a while, Kinger puts his plate on the coffee table and he shifts to look at Caine. "Can...we talk?"

Caine stares at the food, eye sight blurring.

"Caine-" A hand enters his vision and it picks up the plate on his lap, moving it away and he looks up to see Kinger closer now, his gaze downcast and sad. "Caine I-"

"Are you married" Caine demands, the question ripping its way out of him.

Kinger stares at him, and then he sighs. "..Yes, I am-"

Caine feels sick.

He had hoped. He had prayed that maybe, maybe he had been wrong, he had been lied to and-

"I'm a fucking idiot" He says and he's up off his seat, hands grabbing at his lower jaw. "I can't believe this-"

"Caine-" Kinger follows his, hand outstretched like he's hoping to grab him. "Let me explain"

"You're married!" He shouts back and he hates this- hates how angry he is. "What is there to explain?!"

"We're open!" Kinger shouts back and he looks desperate now. "Me and Queenie- my wife. We're in an open relationship Caine!"

Caine stares in disbelief. "..What?"

Kinger rubs at his face, looking exhausted and every bit is age. "Queenie is over in the Amazon rainforest" Kinger says, moving to sit on the back of the couch.

"She left seven years ago- she's a researcher and it was a chance of a lifetime so she went. She'll be back in three more years but- "

 "Before she left we talked and agreed that-" He looks to Caine, eyes shining and Caine is scared he might cry. "That it wasn't fair for us to be alone while we were both apart so- so we agreed that we could see other people"

"I didn't tell you-" He cuts himself off and he looks embarrassed now. "Because I...forgot to"

"You forgot?" Caine demands, feeling anger burn in his chest. "To tell me you were married?!"

"I'm sorry" Kinger says and he's standing again, moving closer to Caine, looking pained. "I am, so so sorry Caine- please I never meant to hurt you or keep it from you I- it slipped my mind! I'm used to people just knowing I'm married-"

"That's your excuse?" Caine scoffs, wiping at his jaws to get rid of tears that may have fallen, his anger is cooling down now, replaced by sadness and confusion. "You're so famous you thought I knew?"

"No" Kinger sighs, "No, no I- I should have told you, I know that I just-" Kinger slumps. "I don't know what to say Caine, it just completely slipped my mind"

Caine stares at him and he has to admit that he does look genuine.

"How do I know you're not lying" He says quietly. "How do I know that you- you mean any of this?" He watches as Kinger suddenly digs through his pocket and he pulls his phone out, tapping at the screen. "Here" He says, turning the screen around.

"Read that"

Caine takes the phone and huffs, eyes moving over words.

You: also I met this guy on that website you signed me up on

Wife: oh? Can I have a pic?

You sent 1 image

You: he only had the one pic so you have to make do

Wife: ohh he looks very much your type in men

You: what's that supposed to mean? What's my type in men?

Wife; hmm, puppy like

You; nothing happened dear, we've just been talking

Wife: we'll see

Caine blinks at the screen and then looks up to Kinger. "What is this?"

Kinger hums at him, eyes moving all over his face. "I told Queenie about you" He mutters, voice soft. "Scroll all the way down"

Caine does, heart aching and fingers trembling as he reads.

You: I fucked up so bad

Wife: I'm sure whatever it is you can fix

You: I didn't tell Caine I was married and he found out

You: Queenie he thinks I've been cheating on you with him

Wife: Kinger I love you but what the fuck

Caine snorts a laugh at that, unable to stop himself. "Queenie is right" He says quietly, handing the phone back to Kinger. "What the f-" He catches himself and he sees Kingers shoulder finally relax.

"I'm sorry Caine" Says the older man and he finally reaches out to touch him. Hands rest on his shoulders and Caine, shamefully, tears up again but for a different reason. "I'm so, so sorry. I never mean to do this to you" Their eyes meet and Caine only watches as Kinger keeps going.

"You mean so much to me and I never- I never would have done this on purpose okay? Please you have to believe me on that"

"How can I?" Caine croaks before he can stop himself. "You kept this from me by accident, so what could you keep from me on purpose?"

They both go quiet and Caine thinks-

Yeah, thats is. The main issue.

"Do-" Kinger hesitates. "Do you not trust me?" He sounds sad when he asks, but understanding and Caine shakes his head almost immediately.

"I do" Caine says, and he realizes that it's true, he does trust Kinger. Wholeheartedly.

"That's the problem" He mutters and his arms wrapping around his stomach. "I trust you with everything." My heart, my mind, my body.

"Caine I-" Kingers eyes water, and Caine can't look away. "I'm-"

"I trust you with my whole life" Caine breathes, and he watches blue eyes go wide. "And I'm terrified because you could do so much damage to me" His voice is shaking something terrible, barely audible. "And you did- without even thinking about it so- so if you wanted to hurt me then you could and-"

"I won't" Kinger says softly, voice full on conviction and determination. "Caine I promise I won't hurt you"

Caine stares at him, heart at war in his chest.

His logical side wants him to say no, wants him to walk away while he still had dignity.

But the other side wants Kinger.

He thinks of letting the other man go- of returning to the life he had before. The dull, empty circle that he moved in everyday and he wonders can he survive that?

But would he survive Kinger?

...but.

What if Kinger didn't hurt him?

He thinks of last week, of the week before- hell the first week they started talking and how happy he was, how freeing is was. So much so that even Pomni had noticed.

Kinger had the power to destroy him, to break him apart and ruin him completely.

Or he had the power to makes him happy, to make him good, to make him whole.

Caine watches as Kinger, still talking, starts spitting ideas on how Caine could learn to trust him, and the smaller man can't help but laugh.

"Or you could- are you laughing?" At Kingers shocked tone Caine laughs harder, head falling forward to bump against Kingers chest. "I- I don't understand what's happening right now, are you still upset? Are-are you...having a breakdown?"

Caine snorts and cackles, feeling Kingers arms move to his back and pull him in. He dies down to giggles, his own hands moving to grab Kinger around the waist and hold him equally as close, desperate for touch, for affection.

He buries the front of his jaw in the front of Kinger tshirt, breathing in his scent and taking comfort in his hug. "Are....are you okay?" He sounds so very cautious and Caine has to fight back the urge to laugh again.

"....I trust you a lot" Caine murmers and he feels hands tighten on his back. "More then I should so I-" He leans back just enough to look up into blue eyes, hoping his own are as wet as they feel. "I need you to prove to me that I can trust you."

He watches Kingers eyes brighten, and when he speaks the smile is clear in his voice. "How?"

Caine hums and tilts his head side to side, eyes drifting off as he tries to think. "...can I just say sex?"

Kinger snorts a laugh and shakes his head at that. "Seriously-"

"Kinger it's been three days" Caine bites out, only half joking. "I'm really pent up-"

"Caine-" Kinger laughs again, but he looks completely relaxed now by the change in atmosphere. "Are you sure?"

Caine really forces himself to think about it, about what he needs and he realizes that yes- he needs this. He needs them to go back to what they had before things went south, he needs things to return to the norm.

His feelings have changed.

Caine feels that settle in his mind because things can't go back to what they were before, not just because of what happened, but because of what Caine's made peace with.

"In the spirit of being honest-" Caine starts, eyes darting down to stare at a random spot on Kinger shirt. "I have to, tell you something"

"Oh?"

Caine clears his throat, shifts on his feet. And then-

"I'm in love with you"

He feels Kinger go rigid and he closes his jaws over his teeth, unable to look. "That's...why I was so upset I think" He says, muffled. "I had this idea of - of something in my head and then it was taken before I could really-" Caine shakes his head, forcing his jaws open. "I'm just- I needed to tell you even if you don't feel the same-"

Hands cup his bottom jaw and he's being forced to look up at red cheeks and bright, blue eyes. "I'm in love with you too" He says, voice unbearably soft. "Gods Caine of course I am"

"Ah-" Caine blinks, feeling frozen. "Hm- that's- great! Uh-"

Kinger laughs, kissing his top teeth. "Great indeed"

Caine feels his body begins to burn again and he shakes his head at himself. "...so, about....that... request of mine...."

There's a chuckle and Kinger tilts his head to the side, looking oh so very fond. "Ask me again baby"

Baby.

Caine had been convinced that he would never hear that again.

"Kinger-" He flushes, standing up on his tiptoes to drape his arms over shoulders, grinning when Kinger chuckles.

"Will you take me to bed?"

Kingers entire face lights up, his eyes go so soft and his body loosens so much that Caine is almost worried he'll melt into a puddle.

"I will"

Caine is scooped up into invisible arms and he laughs as he's brought to the bedroom, laughing even louder when he's tossed on the bed. He watches as Kinger comes crawling up the bed towards him, feeling heat begin to grow in his stomach as Kinger leans over him.

"I don't want to fuck you" Kinger says suddenly and Caine waits, because he has a feeling Kinger has something more to say. "I want to make love to you, can I do that baby?"

Caine shudders, eyes fluttering when hands move his hoodie and pushes it up along with the shirt underneath. "Please do"

Kinger hums, gently, and leans down to kiss Caine's stomach.

The younger man huffs at the feeling of teeth nipping at his skin, a tongue lapping at twitching muscles. He feels hands move his hoodie up more and Caine rushes to sit up, grabbing the bottom and pulling it, and the shirt off over his head.

Kinger, still down south, laughs. "Eager?"

Caine narrows his eyes at him "shut up"

Caine flops back down just as Kinger begins to pull off his pj bottoms, shoving them down and only moving for Caine to kick them off, before he begins to bite at pale thighs.

Caine hums as marks are sucked into his skin, each brush and bite sending shivers down his spine until he wants to throw caution to the wind and beg Kinger to take him apart.

Apparently he doesn't have to beg.

Kinger is pulling his boxers down and off in one swift movement, his mouth immediately moving back to kiss at newly exposed skin.

Caine twitches as his hips are bit at, unable to resist looking down to see the marks that bloom across his skin. His hands grab the pillow on either side of his head, his legs shifting restlessly on the bed.

"Kinger please-" He watches as the chess piece sits back, grabbing his tshirt and ripping it off over his head, before he shuffles his own bottoms off. He almost falls and Caine has to reach out to steady him, both of them laughing.

When they're both naked, Kinger leans back over Caine, kissing up his chest and collar bones, all while Caine hums and shakes at the feeling.

Kinger lifts his head to make eye contact. "Lube?"

Caine nods quickly at that and then reaches over awkwardly to dig through a draw until he finds a half empty bottle. He hands it to Kinger and settles back, watching as the older man spreads some on his fingers, dropping the bottle away before he crowds back over Caine.

With his clean hand, he grabs one of Caines legs and hooks it over his hip, leaning on a forearm over Caine's jaws. The position opens him up, Caine realizes as shiver makes its way down his spine and buzzes at the base of his cock "Read-"

"Please-" Caine whispers, one arm moving to hook around Kingers neck while his other one grabs a fistful of bedsheet. "Kinger please"

A kiss is placed on a molar, "Okay baby, okay, deep breath for me-"

Caine does and he hums when a finger presses against him, circling his entrance until it finally loosens enough for Kinger to press inside.

The prep is slow, gentle and it makes Caine tremble. For some reason every touch is intense- it's overwhelming.

A few brushes against his prostate has Caine babbling nonsense, tiny broken words that slip out without much thought. One finger turns to two, then three, and before Caine knows it-

A blunt, slick head presses against his entrance, not quite entering him, but the promise of it is exhilarating. "Please-"

"You never have to beg me" Kinger whispers, head dropping to press their foreheads together. "Okay baby? You never have to beg me to love you"

Oh.

Tears fill Caine eyes and he sniffs, "I know" He says softly, "I begging you to fuck me"

A shudder runs down Kingers back, his spine curving and then hes pressing in. His cock spears Caine open, stretching his walls and making his legs twitch.

He wraps both legs around Kingers waist, arms wrapping around his neck, and he whimpers when Kinger hilts himself inside. "Yes-" He whispers, head falling back against the pillow. "Hm, hm- yes-"

A mouth presses to his collar bones, his shoulders, and he can only hold on-

Hands grab his hips and he's shifted, the world whooshing past him as hes pulled up into Kingers lap, still connected to each other. "Okay?" Kinger asks and Caine can only shudder as large hands move to his lower back, keeping him balanced.

"Very okay" He says back, and then they're moving.

Kinger lifts him and drops him easily, their bodies press tight together and Caine shudders as Kingers and his own stomach press against his aching cock.

Caine arches his back,  allowing himself to feel it-

Kinger hand presses on his lower spine to keep him upright and Caine allows himself to fall.

His arousal increases tenfold, flooding over him. It spreads from the top of his head to the tip of his toes, making his world spin and his feet curl.

Kingers movements are unhurried, practiced, and relaxed. His free hand, the one not keeping Caine from falling, moves to roam his chest and stomach, dragging against white and black skin, a path his teeth and tongue follow.

Caine feels-

"Amazing-" He gasps, sweat dripping done his back as he rolls his hips against Kingers own. "Spectacular, mag-magnificent-"

"Any more adjectives?" Kinger huffs against his shoulder, but it's full of humor "or should I fuck them out of you?" Despite his words, his hips don't speed up.

Caine sighs, rolling his head down to stare at Kinger. "Try it- " He tilts his head, feeling his teeth burn. "Daddy"

Kinger groans against him, his pace picking up just a bit, he lifts himself up on his knees, Caine tightening his hold with his legs, and Kinger places one hand on the bed beneath them.

Caine clings to him like a koala, his body burning up as Kinger fucks up into him, their hips slapping together faster now, their body's pressing and moving against one another. The arm around Caine's waist tightens and he feels kisses rain down on the side of his teeth and gums.

"I love you" Kinger pants against him and Caine feels his eyes fill with tears. "I love you so much baby, you're such a good boy for me"

Caine sobs, clinging to Kinger tight and trusting him to keep them from falling.

"I love you too" He whines back, and then his orgasm is rolling though him. It doesn't crash, it doesn't make him black out, nor does it make him shout or scream.

Its nice, like when you lay on the beach and the waves brush against you gently. Or when you pull a blanket over your body after a chilly day.

Caine shudders through it, feeling his cum leak between his and Kingers stomach, and then the man above him is tencing and Caine hums. "Fill me up" He says quietly, feeling Kinger shudder through a few more thrusts. "Please Kinger, please-"

He feels the warmth spread through him and he lets out one last moan of satisfaction, clinging tighter to Kinger as he lowers them both to bed, rolling them on their sides.

Caine leans back enough to look him in the eyes, mismatched connecting with pure blue. "Thank you for coming over" He murmers, hand rising to rest on the side of Kinger face, thumb brushing over a red cheek. "And for bringing me food"

Kinger raises a brow at that. "Baby you didn't eat"

Caine thinks about that and- "Huh, yeah" He hums and looks to the door of the bedroom, before he lets out a performative sigh. "If only someone could get it, warm it up, and bring it here for me"

Kinger rolls his eyes, but he's already moving, disconnecting their bodies and shifting out the bed. "I hear you-" Kinger bends down to pick up his boxers, pulling them up and looking back at Caine, entire face bright and full of fondness.

"I'll go get it"

Caine watches him go, humming a tune to himself as he goes, and he gets comfortable on the bed, shifting until he can pull the blankets over his bare, slightly shaky legs.

Bzzzt. Bzzzt.

He blinks and digs under his pillow, finding his phone, its nearly lost all battery so he grabs the cable to charge it, before he swipes over to his messages.

Pomni: Caine? How did it go?

Caine's eyes dart to the bedroom door, able to see Kinger making his way around the kitchen, and he grins to himself as he types his reply, still floating, still happy.

You: very very well

He doesn't wait to see the reply, his eyes looking up once more to see Kinger making his way back over to him, plate in hand, looking satisfied and happy.

He takes the plate in his lap, laughing when Kinger shuffles to lay down next to him, his arm slipping around Caines waist. "Tired?" He asks as he eats, the hunger in his stomach finally settling down.

Kinger hums, eyes fluttering shut, before he looks up at Caine with bright, shiny eyes.

The love in them makes Caine want to preen, it makes him want to roll over and ask for more like a dog asks for scratches on the stomach and-

Hm. He might have to talk to Kinger about that.

He finishes eating and paces the plate on the bedside table before he shuffles down in the bed, pressing lose to Kingers chest and pressing his jaws against a sturdy chest.

"I love you" He says again, because he can now. He can say it and not be afraid.

"I love you too" Kinger says and he sounds just as relieved.

Caine feels at peace as he closes his eyes, settles in the arms wrapping around him, and allows sleep to claim him.

Before he sinks, a kiss is placed to the top of his jaw, and Kingers voice is painfully soft when he speaks.

"Goodnight baby"