˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ 𝓪𝓭𝓭𝓲𝓮 ꣑ৎ‎ ⊹˖˚

"There ya go…" Jax whispered, words muffled against the thigh his lips are currently pressed against. Your underwear sits around your ankles from how harsh he yanked them down over your legs. His middle finger barely pushing passed the threshold of your entrance, his lips dragging slowly up your thigh.

"Gotta promise you'll stay quiet… Can't have Raggy thinkin' I'm hurting ya can we?"

You shake your head, mind already spinning from everything going on that day. The way he picked you up by the waist to move you out of his way, him tilting your chin up when you called him out, and the fuckin' look he gave you. He was doing it on purpose and it was working.

The moment you got back to your room he had you up against the door, kissing his way down your body like a man starved. What had gotten into him? You don't know. Since you both started… well, it wasn't clear what you were but Caine added the fancy new body parts per Zooble's request… He wanted you. And you wanted him. Why else would you be here?

He finally pushed his middle finger into you resulting in a soft squelch which made your cheeks burn hotter. You hated this. Hated how wet he had you. Hated his stupid face. And hated how much you needed it.

His finger curled and your head tipped back against the wood of the door. He already knew your body so well and it had only been weeks. His tongue pressed against your clit and he bit playfully. Not enough to hurt but enough to have your knees tremble.

"Proud of you for still bein' up straight. You love being good for me, yeah?"

You wanted to say no or make a snarky comeback but as you opened your mouth the only sound that left was a breathless whimper.

"Thought so…"

His ring finger pushed inside you next to his middle, lips wrapping around your clit, replacing his tongue as he sucks. Your hips surge forward on instinct and a hand wraps around one of his ears. his arm snakes it's way around your waist, holding your hips against his face so you couldn't squirm away. His fingers press roughly into your side, enough to leave little marks in your hip. Ones he'll stare at long after he's done with you. Though he's never truly finished.

On his other hand, his digits pump into you mercilessly. Knuckle deep and curling into so the pads of his fingers massage your G-spot, while the base of his fingers stretch you out deliciously.

Squelch, Squelch, Squelch

You'd be humiliated by the noises if you weren't so far gone.

You glance down at Jax again. His eyes are laser focused on you, mouth alternating from sucking and him pointing out his tongue and rubbing it back and forth, left and right against the hypersensitive bundle of nerves.

You were close— God you were close, and he knew it.

Your thighs tremble and knees buckle suddenly.

"Oh—" You gasp but Jax's arms are right there to catch you.

In fact, he hoists you up six feet in the air, grabbing your butt. Before you know it, your thighs on either side of his head, ankles locked behind he head. He presses you hard against the door, mouth now lapping at you desperately.

You yelp, and he tuts you softly. Now sucking rough bruises into your inner thighs. The slickness of his chin transferring to your leg from the kisses.

"Now, pretty girl. What did I say about bein' noisy?" He muttered, although not sounding too annoyed. He liked hearing you. He liked the risk.

The loss of stimulation between your thighs makes you grip his ear again, pulling his head closer— or trying to.

"Say please?" He said in a condescending, sickly sweet tone that didn't quite match the predatory look in his eyes.

You bite your lip in frustration before letting out a pathetic, "Please…"

He obliged, clearly just as desperate for it as you are. Almost.

He dives back in, upper lip pushing against your clit as his tongue dips inside of you. It's all too intense, and seeing how much he loves it… Your thighs clamp around your head and you whimper, head hitting the top of the door frame.

"Such a %$ - !#ing mess f'me… God- I love this%$ - !#ssy."

"Jax—" You said breathlessly as you tugged on his ear.

"Coming already? Come on. I thought you had more in ya?" He chuckles and you nod. No point in hiding it when he knows your body so well.

"Let go… I'll catch ya."

Your vision goes white as the heat in your stomach coils too tight. Your back arches off the door, his hands pulling your hips impossibly closer as his tongue refuses to let up, driving you over the edge.

There's nothing for a while but Jax and his hands, and mouth. But eventually your breathing evens out and he sets you down on the edge of his mattress.

He grabs a soft warm wet cloth and kneels between your thighs, gently wiping up the evidence of your release.

"Knew you had it in ya'." He whispered while cleaning you up, kissing over the bruises he left earlier. "Wasn't too rough, was I?" He asked now, voice uncharacteristically soft.

"No, it was good…" You respond, voice still breathless with the occasional whimper from where the cloth met the sensitive skin at the apex of your thighs.

"Just good?" He countered, "Cause' from where I'm standin' it looks like you had a blast." He smirks, flashing his dumb teeth.

"Whatever." You mutter as he slips into bed next to you, pulling you close to his chest. "%$ - !#hole." You decide to add.

"An %$ - !#hole who just made you come all over his face. What does that make you?" He counters.

"%$ - !# off!" You hide your face in his neck and his large hands come to grip your hips, pulling you closer.

You didn't mean to stumble across it. It was just a fortunate coincidence. Why would Caine even have this in his office anyway?

Zooble and you went to find some excess light bulbs in Caine's office since Pomni shot out all of the ones in the hallway that led to your rooms when she was trying to soothe Jax after his abstraction and it was getting annoying having to feel your way to your bedroom every night. Especially since Caine came back. Accidentally stumbling in on Zooble and Gangle was not for the weak.

You shiver at the memory.

Zooble had gone to look through his desk, showing you every wacky toy and trinket they pulled out of the endless array of drawers. A Wacky Watch, lettered blocks, and a little Polaroid of the time you taught him how to bake. Your smile wide as he accidentally squeezed icing all over the counter when he tried to spell your name. Cute.

When you wandered off on your own, you came across a door. There was no sign indicating what was on the other side but come on, it was Caine. Couldn't be anything horrible.

You push on the handle but to no avail. You notice a little keypad on the side of the door blinking expectantly at you, awaiting input. Instead of letters and numbers though, it was just shapes. Star, circle, square, Et Cetera. You glance around the room, in search of a clue that could possibly unveil the secrets beyond the door. Nothing.

You glance back at the little buttons and shrug before pressing them in order from left to right.

Heart - Star - Triangle - Circle

After the fourth button the door clicks and opens slowly. Seriously?

You look back to where Zooble is still rummaging in Caine's desk before stepping through the thresh hold and closing the door behind you.

The room is distinctly cold and dark, but as your eyes adjust to the transition you see a small red light glowing, pulsating. You approach cautiously until you reach the stand that its on, now illuminating the little metal plate under where the light resides.

Creative Artificial Intelligence Networking Entity

You tilt your head and glance around the room, this looks to be the only thing in the room as far as you can tell. Something about the light intrigues you. It looks to be an orb, no bigger than your hand. It emits a soft red light, blinking slowly.

For whatever reason your fingers slowly reach toward the object. But, before you make contact the light blinks faster, like your presence has agitated it. The air in the room suddenly becomes more warm, thick and something tells you to stop. But you don't.

The pads of your middle and index finger makes contact with the light, its warm, humid, and seemingly buzzing with energy. Your fingers tingle as if they've fallen asleep.

'What the %$ - !# is this?'

Your palm runs against the side of the orb, causing a small shock sensation to run up your arm, causing you to instinctively pull away. You look behind you toward the door you entered from and blink. When your eyes fall on the orb again it seems to have changed. The red now deeper, the pulsing and blinking more rapid than before.

This time you go back to just the tips of your fingers, rubbing small circles over the object.

The dark walls around you seem to become unstable, glitching slightly.

This time when you turn around, your faced with a very shaky and very flustered Caine. Face only illuminated by the red light just under his… chin?

"My- hah… My dear, what are you doing in here…?"

Why was he talking like that? His eyes flicker down to where you're still absent minded circling the top of the orb with your middle finger.

Startled, you jump back, causing the orb to be knocked off its stand and land on the floor with a soft thud. Caine immediately collapsed to his knees, letting out a soft cry. Quickly, you drop down to his side, hand settling on one of his trembling thighs.

"Caine— Holy %$ - !# what's wrong? Are you okay?" Did you hurt him? Can he feel pain? Did you make him—

"How did you even gain access to this room!? I- I use a very secure and safe security system!"

You snort at this and he whines, making you instantly feel guilty again. You pull him up to his feet and brush off your knees before bending down to return the orb to it's place. Before you can make contact with this thing again Caine catches your wrist, his grip unexpectedly strong.

"Give me a… a moment to adjust here…" He says quietly, breathless but with the boisterous of the ringmaster you know. Slowly, he loosens his grip on your wrist. Does the light hurt him? Have you broken him simply by knocking it off the pedestal?

"Does it hurt you?" You ask while looking into his eyes which can't quite seem to focus.

He holds his cane with both hands now, looking shy.

"Ah- No! Nonono, don't be silly, Honeybee! It's just a… Momentary weakness! Its a whirlwind of sensation that's far too much for even me to experience!" He says matter-of-factly, pointer finger in the air to emphasize his point.

So not pain…

"What is it? No more secrets remember?" You offer him a small smile and take his hand.

"I don't exactly know…" He admits, the extravagant voice boiling down to something a little softer as he faces it. "I just know it causes all of these wacky sensations! It's so overwhelming sometimes!" He explains almost excitedly.

"But not painful?" You ask with a raised eyebrow.

"NO! Quite the opposite!"

'So it feels good?' You think to yourself…

Oh.

"Caine…?" You say slowly, dragging out the last consonant.

"Yes…?" He mimics.

"Does it feel… Good when I touch here?"

The man freezes, face red as he stammers.

"WELL I GUESS THAT ISN'T AN INACCURATE STATEMENT!" He says loudly, nervously. His hands toy restlessly with the hem of his jacket.

Oh… This was a… pleasure thing isn't it?

You immediately step back, hands up as a wave of guilt washes over you. Oh %$ - !#— no wonder this room was locked! clearly he doesn't want anyone touching this! This is so wrong!

"Caine- I am so sorry! I had no idea what it was- This was a total invasion of your privacy! I should have stayed out. Its just me and Zooble were looking for—"

He grabs your hands and guides his hands to the middle of his chest, a rhythmic beating hammering against the palms of your hands. Did AIs have hearts now?

"WAIT- Don't be sorry! Truly- I-I I want you to touch!"

You freeze, eyebrows knitting together as you gaze up at him with mild confusion.

"You what now?"

Caine takes a step back, a hand coming up to rub the back of his neck as his mismatched eyes focus on an irrelevant point in the room which has significantly gotten even warmer.

"WELL- You see… I told you and Zooble to come up here and… Since your so kind and gentle and- I SORT OF placed the door right there in HOPES that you'd find it!"

You blink rapidly. What the %$ - !#? He wanted you to find this? He wanted you to touch it? To touch him? That's so… Adorable.

"Caine…" You say cautiously. But before you can continue he turns away, placing a hand on his upper jaw.

"NO YOU'RE RIGHT! I shouldn't have put you in this position! It's just— You people are so obsessed with your… COUPLING and… Pleasure that I…"

He trailed off but you got the message.

You reached down, cupping the sphere with two hands, watching his knees wobble.

"This what you wanted, hm?" You ask quietly as he whimpers and nods frantically.

"MHMHM— Yes! Enthusiastic yes!" He cries as your thumbs press into the sphere. It was soft but your fingers couldn't seem to penetrate it. whenever your fingers dug too deep they'd be pushed back like magnets opposing each other, eliciting a small choked sob from Caine.

You can't give it all to him at once though… He was gonna have to earn it of course.

"You know, Caine… You can tell me what you want. I like hearing it." You whisper, forcing his head up to look you in the eyes.

"I… I know! I'm sorry… Its just that— ngh…" He mewls and falls to his knees in front of you. One of his hands sneak up to cup the back of your upper thigh. You love this. You hate that you love this.

"You wanna know what it's like feeling pleasure? Feeling what its like to have someone play with you?" He nods desperately, his hips twitching on instinct though you're sure he doesn't have any genitals.

"Please… Show me how a human loves so I can show you how a god worships…"

You stare down, enamored with the creature before you. And for whatever reason… You decide to drag your tongue against the orb, causing a visceral reaction from Caine. He falls back onto the floor, back arched and a small sob comes from his throat.

You stop, leaning over to check if he's okay but your lack of follow through causes him to whine even louder.

"NONONO— What are you doing!? Encore! DON'T STOP!" He yelps loudly, jaw closing as he cries out again.

You smile sadistically, pressing kisses into the surface of the orb before dragging your tongue where your lips once were. You felt silly, but the heat pooling in your lower stomach and the sight of the ringmaster writhing on the floor made it all worth it.

The object began to burn your tongue. Not enough to hurt but enough for you to realize he's getting close. You get down next to him, he opens his jaw enough to look up at you with glazed eyes and pupils so wide his heterochromatic irises are almost unnoticeable.

"You getting close, Caine?" You whisper, running the knuckle of your index finger against the underside of his jaw, other hand occupied rubbing the orb that now sat in your lap.

He lets out a string of whimpers, and just as he's about to answer you, you speed up the ministrations on the sphere, causing him to gasp and thighs to tremble.

"Yeah… Thought so… Just let it out…" You whisper as his panting speeds up.

"HAH— I… GOODNESS—" He lets out a soft groan, body locking up as he cries out. You work him through it, fingers pressing deeper as the object buzzes under your touch. Caine's knees press together and his jaws clamp shut with either drool or tears spilling through the gap.

When his body relaxes you place the orb gently back in its place in the middle of the room. It now returning to the softer red and calm, rhythmic blinking and pulsing. You kneel back down and pull him closer.

"You okay?" You whisper as his eyes return to normal.

"Oh I'm MORE than okay, my dear! What an adventure that was! I especially liked the CRESCENDO!" He says, gesturing with his white gloved hands. You laugh as he sits up. He winces, probably still sensitive. You wipe the moisture from his bottom jaw.

"Are you sure? I wasn't too rough? I'm not exactly experienced in… This." You smile sheepishly and Caine laughs, his eyes suddenly becoming more soft. More genuine.

"Thank you. Seriously. I want to understand what makes you… you. I'm sure you know I am not a professional in the HUMAN department!" He grabs your hand, more gently this time.

"Well… Maybe we'll find a way to do this more… humanly? Maybe some better… equipment?" You suggest, an open invitation.

"OF COURSE! Maybe you can help me create some STIMULATING new parts?" Caine offers. You hum and giggle.

"Maybe get Kinger to help you with that one, Caine." You suggest, while adjusting his black bow tie, feeling his chest rise and fall under your hands.

"Oh a surprise! excellent idea! It'll be a surprise for next time!" He exclaims while looking down at you, eyes bright and glossy. "Next time?" You smile teasingly, feeling excited already at the opportunity. The sides of Caine's face glow red and he stands up, reaching down to help you up.

"Only if you want obviously! I just meant if you are open to… EXPLORING!"

You stand up and press your lips to his lower jaw.

"See you next time, Caine."

Caine looks down at you, eyes sparkling as his fingers come up to where your lips touched before snapping, disappearing to god knows where and you walk toward the door carefully shutting it behind you as you re-enter Caine's office to find Zooble, box of light bulbs in their hands.

"What did you do to him in there?" They ask, an eyebrow raised.

You look confused, opening your mouth to speak before they roll their eyes.

"When have you ever known Caine to be quiet?" Your face burns and you brush pass them.

"You're one to talk."

Authors Note ~