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"Tell me." a voice whispered. "Did you really think you could win?"
Startled, Coiny rose from his sleep, quickly shifting into a sitting pose. The frozen flurry of stars shimmered brightly across the night sky, and a gentle breeze rustled the grass in a nearly-silent wave. His arms bristled at the chill. The lonely clearing that rested within the depths of a forest had lost its initial solitude; now, all the previous contestants dotted the field as they got their good night's rest, all replenishing their energy in preparation for the final challenge ahead.
All except for one.
What had woken him, anyway? He wondered, taking the time to rub some of his weariness out of his eyes. It wouldn’t do to have fatigue when morning came; who knew what sort of challenge they would have to host? It’s not as if he could run off of a sleepless night.
“C’mon, turn around. I know you’re awake.” The voice stated again, tinged with amusement.
So he hadn’t imagined her voice.
Coiny already knew who the speaker was before he turned around, but he did so anyway. As expected, he was greeted with Pin. Despite being made of metal himself, Pin’s new limbs glistened tauntingly in the moonlight; he would always personally describe his own sheen as a perfect radiant gold, but Pin must surely have been aiming for second place when both her original and newfound points glittered in a shimmering silver, reminiscent of a mirror. Though Coiny had grown incredibly used to her lack of limbs entirely, he couldn’t shake the realization that the dangerous edge of her knife was a wonderful (and dangerous) compliment to her point, and that the prongs of her spork bent in a way not dissimilar to the cogs that used to run alongside her treads.
How lovely, he thought privately, to be able to see her shine beyond her prowess in competition.
“What’s up?” He replied, voice cracking from the multiple hours of disuse, and cringed. Even to him, the response sounded lame and ill-mannered. Luckily, Pin didn’t seem to care too extensively, and only rolled her eyes.
“Oh, stop being like that.” She joked, sitting cross-legged in the grass. Briefly, she looked around at all the others, contestants and former contestants alike. All remained asleep, as if another early-riser would greatly disrupt some unspoken balance in the universe. Her gaze ended distantly on Puffball, whose shape rose and fell periodically, indicating that she, too, was asleep. “I just wanted to ask you something.”
“Oh yeah?” Coiny teased, and Pin returned her gaze to him once more. “Not often you do that. ‘nless you’re asking me what’s wrong with me.”
There was a silence, and for a moment Coiny feared he had misread the tone - it wouldn’t have been the first time - until Pin finally waved a hand towards the hill, letting a more gentle smile fall across her face. The message was clear: whatever she had been about to say, she did not want the others to hear.
“Walk-n’-talk?” She proposed.
With nothing better to do, Coiny agreed.
Their quiet footsteps were muffled by the everlasting breeze that made the grass tickle their legs. It was very fortunate, Coiny supposed, that the weather was so consistently clear. That’s just what Goikian weather was like; as it had been, as it always would be, but he was grateful nonetheless. As they crested the hill, he chanced a look behind them. The contestants didn’t necessarily look small, by any means, but they did look rather-
“What, jealous of their sleep?” He heard, and bashfully turned to face Pin, who tutted jokingly. “You know, you could’ve just gone right back to bed when I asked you to come along.”
“Oh, please. As if I’d ever turn down something from you.” The words came automatically, but he meant them wholeheartedly. In a twist, Pin looked surprised. Then, her eyes lowered, transforming her face from a teasing one to a contemplative look.
Before Coiny could ask what the matter was, she locked eyes again, and spoke plainly but directly. “Would you?”
Would he?
The answer was plain. “Of course not. You’re, like…” He struggled for the words. “You’re like the one person who I’d stick with to the end. N-no matter what end, either! Could be the end of the world and I’d stick by ya.”
And he meant every word, but Pin still didn’t look convinced. She narrowed her eyes, and they continued walking, now down the other side of the hill, towards the woods. Coiny felt a chill run down his back, one that wasn’t caused by the night or its breeze. These woods… He remembered them. Remembered falling down between their branches, remembered landing hard enough to dent his metal.
He remembered how he’d fallen in the first place.
He remembered Pin’s face as he did so.
“I’m sure you can see where we are.” Her voice cut through his thoughts, and he was forced to watch as her expression distinctly morphed into a disappointed frown. Who she was disappointed in, Coiny didn’t know; but there were only two people it could be, and he wasn’t sure which option he hated more.
Blade hand on her hip, she continued. “So. Anything, huh?”
Coiny wished it didn’t take a moment for his voice to return to his throat. “...Anything.”
The follow up question was the same thing that he had asked himself that very fall. “Why?”
And… He didn’t know why.
“...It, uh…” He cleared his throat. “It, kinda seems stupid, haha, but…” An answer. He needed an answer. So why didn’t he have one? He watched as Pin’s spork arm curled into a fist; clearly, his answer, the one he hadn’t even given, was wrong.
“But, er, why do we do anything right?” He tried. Pin looked at him quizzically, an eyebrow raised, as if to say seriously? Nervously, he continued on. “Because like, there are just some things we can’t control. Like when you love someone! Or, or when you-”
And Pin laughed, a sound that simultaneously felt heart-lifting and demeaning. Snickering, her eyes bore right through his own and into his soul. “Love?” She sneered. “Tell me what Coiny knows about love, why don’t you?”
Coiny gripped his hand into a fist of his own. “I-I think you’re the closest thing I’ve felt to a love! I just- just want to do things for you, y’know? No matter the cost! So when I went to the ends of the Earth for you, that was part of that! And I don’t think I’d ever do that for anyone else, regardless of how nice they were to me. That’s a part of me only you can fill!”
The words escaped him in a breathy shout, and the first thing that came to mind was that he certainly should not have been shouting in the dead of night. Covering his mouth, he checked behind him, as if he would see the other objects march over the hill and demand he keep his mouth shut. The second thing that came to mind, and the one that was infinitely more pressing, was the realization that he had said those things.
Great minting factory above, he had said those things. To Pin’s face.
And - he wasn’t sure if this was good or bad - she hadn’t responded.
“...Kidding?” He tried.
“Oh, nuh-uh. You don’t get to pull this ‘kidding’ bull.” She responded, crossing her arms and walking closer, and closer still. It was only a fraction of a moment until Coiny’s back felt the rough bark of a tree, and he could retreat from her intense gaze no longer. “Say it again.”
He, well, he knew Pin was prideful, but… he hadn’t expected her to go along with his, frankly, embarrassing confession of sorts.
“A-Again?”
Pin scoffed. “I didn’t stutter. You said anything, didn’t you? I want you to say it again.”
“...I think you’re the closest thing I’ve felt to a love?” He repeated slowly, struggling to remember the exact phrasing.
“M’kay. Now lemme ask you the question I really dragged you down here for.” Her eyes slyly looked him up and down, settling for a moment on a spot beneath his mouth. “Do you really think you could have won Dream Island?”
Coiny sputtered. “O-Of course! That’s why I was participating in the first place; besides, I did pretty well, didn’t I?”
She hummed in response. “You did do well.” Pin admitted. “But your answer’s still wrong.”
“How so-”
“Just to clarify: you thought you could win Dream Island over me?” She emphasized, a subtle danger in her voice matching the sharpness of her point that Coiny couldn’t quite place. He gulped.
“W-well, we’d share it regardless of which of us won, so I don’t really see-”
He narrowly withheld himself from letting out a scream as Pin jammed her knife arm into the bark of the tree, only barely above his shoulder. The bark yielded immediately, and Coiny was sure that when Pin decided to remove her arm, the tree would bear that mark forever.
“Wrong. Answer.” She snarled, and the previously muted danger in her voice became far more apparent.
It seemed silly to admit the obvious, but Coiny knew he should have been fearing for his life; after all, he was pinned to a tree, looking into the eyes of someone who had far more sharp points than any sane person would be trusted with. He had nearly been stabbed, there was nobody nearby to help, and if Pin was as mad as she seemed, it would likely be months before anyone bothered to recover him; her grudges were notoriously unreasonable.
So why, then…
…did something in his chest begin to accelerate?
“I’m just the closest thing you’ve had to a love - I don’t get the actual title, huh?” Pin demanded, though there was a growing change on her face that began raising her malicious expression into one where she clearly took joy in whatever was about to happen. If it were possible, there were deeper spots of red on her cheeks that flared up as she leaned in closer. The tree wood creaked in protest, but could do nothing to stop her. “What is it that makes you think that you’re better than me?”
“I- well, I’m not saying-”
“Wrong again.”
They were close, now, practically touching. Just a few inches and their faces would meet.
“...Maybe I do love you.” He heard himself say.
“Prove it.” She breathed, eyes locked on his.
Coiny closed the gap.
He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to taste when he kissed Pin. And, though their lips met, he wasn’t sure he cared. It was more about the feeling pumping in his heart, an adrenaline building for something he didn’t know.
It was enthralling.
After what felt like hours but only truly had been a few seconds, Pin backed up and gasped, licking her lips. “Huh.” She started, face flushing a rosy shade of pink. “I didn’t think you’d do it.”
“What did I say? Coiny smiled, in part from giddiness and in part from smugness. “Anything for you.”
A silence fell between them once more. Coiny wasn’t sure how to continue; a moment like this would have only come in dreams, and never gone beyond. He was lucky, then, that Pin had an idea.
Ripping her arm out of the trunk and shoving the coin to the ground, she grinned as he leaned back up, just as he had when she had first awoken him. “See, you keep saying anything.” Her voice, as dangerous as it was, felt oddly alluring as well. “And you keep proving yourself right. And I’m tired of it. You know I hate looking like a loser.”
She kneeled, silvery metallic knees a cold contrast against Coiny’s heated gold color. Her body kept getting closer, and closer, and eventually she was on top of him. She pressed her torso against his, and whispered against his side. “So here’s what we’re gonna do. You’re gonna lose, just like you did on the twenty-first challenge. And I’m going to run you down into the dirt, like the loser you are.”
Her knee grinded against his lower rim, and he couldn’t help but gasp in pleasure.
They were doing this. Okay. They were actually going to-
Her knee caught the reeding of his side and his arms went weak, sending his body back into the grass.
His heart hammered against his insides, but he managed to not shake. Despite this, the thought of his heart hammering against his insides reminded him of another direction the night could go. And, if Pin’s body position was anything to go by, he wouldn’t have to wait long. The rhythmic motion of her knee against his loin was driving his thoughts far, far away into a world he hadn’t fathomed. The timing wasn’t intense, but his body was already heating up in-
Suddenly, the motion stopped. Coiny let out a shameful, pathetic whine before remembering he was meant to have some dignity, and covered his mouth.
“You’re not even thinking about me, are you.” Pin stated, an accusation he couldn’t truly deny. But, in his defense, how was he meant to think of anything when he was becoming accustomed to a sensation he’d never felt? It was, in his opinion, no different from someone asking to not think of sweetness upon having ice cream for the first time.
His thoughts were properly interrupted when he felt a protrusion emerge against his legs.
“You know…” Pin chuckled. “I’ve had those robotic limbs for so long even I forgot what it was like to be able. And when I got recovered, looks like the machine forgot too, cuz now I’ve got these limbs, sure, but that’s just stuff you can see about me from the outside.”
Coiny dared to look down. It was male genitalia, that was undeniable; he just didn’t expect it to have emerged from a hatch on Pin’s front.
“How-” he gasped again as her knee grazed his underside. “How long has that been a part of you?!”
She shrugged, amused. “Probably the same time this has been a part of you.” And she hooked her finger around a fold to his entrance just right, and Coiny couldn’t help himself. He moaned loudly out into the night sky, echoing his pleasure to the world. “...Which is to say it came from the robot enhancements. So, actually, your entrance came first.” At this, she giggled. “Just like how this night’s gonna go.”
“I- ngh-”
“You know, it’s kinda a shame you don’t have a hole in the middle of you; ever thought about being Chinese so we could make this work a little easier?” She joked, though clearly Coiny’s constant pleasured noises were getting to her head. “Nah, I’m just kidding. Your own hole works just fine. So now-” She flipped Coiny over suddenly, and he landed with an uff in the grass. His arms were then locked in front of him, Pin’s cutlery embedded in the ground mere inches from his body.
“Do you think you’re better than me?”
Coiny’s heart, racing from where this was about to go, beat loudly in his throat as he felt Pin’s dick press against his entrance. Light-headed, he weighed his options.
No, he wasn’t better than Pin. She was very clearly dominating him right now, and had done so when they were competing, and to say otherwise would be a downright lie. He could tell her this, and she’d likely be satisfied, and they both could return to their slumber. This would satisfy his earlier woes as well - no longer would he be running on an empty tank.
On the other hand - and he wanted the outcome of this one far more than the other could even dream - he could say the opposite.
“Yeah,” he taunted, feeling the knot in his stomach wind tighter at the thought of Pin going through with her idea of punishment. He struggled up, bracing his body with his elbows. “I totally am, you’re all talk. Haven’t even actually fucked me proper, you’ve just- Ngghhh…!”
Pin had apparently gotten impatient, and made her first real thrust of the night.
Holy shit.
He- he didn’t know how to feel, just that something had reached a part of him he never knew he had room for; it was deep, it was warm, it made him want more and Pin seemed eager to deliver.
“Yeah, you-” She huffed as her hips met his once more, Coiny’s knees going weak. “-you got real quiet all of a sudden, huh? Just-” Another thrust. Another groan from the both of them. “-had to run your mouth!”
Words couldn’t have come out of Coiny’s mouth, even if he tried. Too many other noises were escaping, leaving no room for coherent syllables. Pleasure wasn’t a feeling he was thoroughly acquainted with, but he was sure to understand now, and Pin was sure to make him intimately familiar.
Her movements were slow and powerful, each thrust taking a moment of recovery. Pin’s knife arm carved deeper and deeper into the earth, and eventually she had to remove it and jab it into a different place entirely to prevent it from sinking too far. What Coiny wouldn’t have given to see her face; it surely must have been flushed to high hell, a shit-eating grin plastered on her face as she knocked their waists together over and over.
“Dh… You’re- haah- you’re taking this pretty well.” Pin gasped, bringing her torso against Coiny’s back. He could feel her heart beating intensely as well - she was doing most of the work, after all - as well as a small stickiness. That’s right, he remembered. Her physical work would surely evoke the ooze she was known to produce. He wondered if this exercise would get her to produce a different ooze-
And just like that, she stopped, withdrawing from Coiny’s folds as if they had both finished and were ready to clean up. He whined again, and rolled over slowly to look at Pin.
She had retreated a bit and kneeled in the grass, face clearly blushing and grin clearly smug, but also deep in thought.
“You, you just stopped?” He breathed heavily. “We, er, we haven’t been going for very long, w-which is fine if you don’t wanna anymore, don’t wanna force this on you, I just thought it would be a bit longer-”
“No. We’re not done.” Her voice barked, commanding, and Coiny felt a shiver run through him that did nothing to ease the throbbing feeling in his core. Pin hesitated oddly for a moment, and even odder was the fact that she quickly donned an apologetic expression. “...If you’re down, also.”
Never had Coiny possessed an answer faster.
“Yes! Yes, w-whatever you-”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever I want. You’ve made that clear now, I guess.” She sat cross-legged in the grass, dick still out against her legs. “So what I want you to do is finish yourself.”
Finish himself?
In front of Pin?
Tentatively (he had no experience; was there a specific angle his fingers were supposed to take?) he placed one hand over his entrance and began making a swirling motion.
It was undeniably great.
But with what Pin had been making of him earlier, it just didn’t feel quite as up there.
He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, other than that sensation that Pin seemed to have mastered behind his back. Speed, force, technique; all ideas for how to proceed were foreign to him.
He let out a small moan of content anyway, and closed his eyes. The twisting in his gut was unsatiated, so he sped his movements up, and while it helped, it still didn’t make his heart pound as intensely as before. His movements produced a light and quiet slapping noise, nothing like Pin’s powerful dominance over his midsection.
He heard Pin sigh and approach, so he opened his eyes.
“Lemme do this for you.” Was the last thing he heard before her metal prongs clasped against his fingers, and she guided his hand towards his pussy’s hole.
And… wow, that felt so much more-
Her hand started thrusting just as her hips had earlier, setting a slow pace that made his arms shake from the pleasure alone. His free hand clenched the grass, ripping some of the smaller blades out on accident as his back arched and he, and he-
Pin’s own blade gently coaxed his hand out of the grass, letting it face upward towards the night sky. With that, Coiny felt something warm get placed on top, and with what little strength he had, he saw that she had placed her cock in his hand and, as he was thinking this, began to thrust in that as well.
“You need me. Just admit it.” Her voice breathed, hitching on its own now that she was being pleasured herself. “I was gonna try and get off to the sight of you whimpering and all that, but-” she let out a small moan of her own. “-you’re just so bad at this, anyone told you that?”
Coiny’s metal was surely a rose-gold at this point with the amount of flush it had. “N-no.” He stammered, breaths slowly becoming more labored. “I’ve never- ngahhh-!”
His fingers, with Pin’s guidance, curved and hit a spot within him he didn’t know existed. The spot must not have known it existed, either, because upon being touched for the first time it released such a feeling of sensation that his mind simply felt washed out. There was no chance a single legitimate thought could work its way through when all that existed was the desire for more, more, more.
The knot that had been curling within began to come undone, just as he had been for the past few minutes. He wailed into the night with each new movement, until Pin had clearly had enough and removed her prongs, removing Coiny’s fingers by extension.
Before Coiny had a chance to complain, Pin repositioned and shoved her dick into Coiny’s entrance until they were flush against each other.
He let out a cry, not of pain but of intensity, an intensity he desired only more of. Pin shushed him, teeth gritted partly from her grin and partly from noise control.
“Quiet.” She hissed. “You act up like that, everyone’s gonna hear us. You got it?”
His new title did nothing to dissuade the stream of noises he constantly produced. To fix this (although it took a minute; his arms were shaking quite considerably now) he lifted a fist and placed it within his mouth. His saliva instantly coated it, and he reddened at how downright whorish he must have looked.
Pin nodded in approval, and leaned down further. “Attaboy.” Came her praise, and Coiny twisted at the word. Praise. Pin loved his solution. Pin loved him. Pin loved using him, doing him-
As long as she was happy, Coiny was happier.
“Gah, you’re so-” Her speed grew faster, the added slick from her ooze allowing for more seamless movement. “You’re so fuckin’ incompetent on your own, you know that? You hear me? Ngh…”
The fist in his throat managed to block the quieter of the moans, but every now and then a louder one slipped out, yet he couldn’t find it in himself to feel guilty. He should let the whole world know, he decided, that Pin loved him. What guilt was he meant to feel for showing off Pin’s unyielding desire for him?
“You’re such a liar.” Her huffs interrupted his thoughts. “You need me. No shot you could’ve won Dream Island, that was for me.” Her breaths could be felt on his metal, and for a moment, Coiny wondered if it was possible for him to rust. If he could, then this would surely be the catalyst. “You do whatever I say. You’re like a pet. My pet. Could p-probably put a collar on you, you’d like it.”
Now that their speed produced a moderate rhythmic sound that was surely audible over the hill - though Pin didn’t seem to care or notice - it was almost difficult to catch her next words. “Take it back.”
“H-huh?” He managed to get out, removing his fist temporarily. Pin shoved into him particularly hard in response, and he quickly returned his fist to his mouth as a reaction. He ended up applying more force than necessary, and gagged into the fingers, but the moan got silenced.
“Don’t be stupid.” Her speed increased further, and Coiny wondered how he was supposed to get any words out at this rate. “Say you couldn’t win.”
“I-I couldn-nGHH-”
“You couldn’t have won. You would have needed me.” Her demanding yet so incredibly hot voice continued to press. “Say it.”
“I-” He groaned. “I n-needed you- hah- more, please-”
Pin muttered something under her breath. Coiny could barely catch it as her repeatedly gasping the word yeah, yeah over and over.
“You c-could have won, hah, you deserved it-”
“Didn’t- gah- didn’t just deserve it!” She breathed heavily, her own arms shaking as well. They knocked against Coiny’s sides, making a light tink tink tink join the chorus of their bodies. “I totally could have won it myself! You’re so stupid, thinking you’d win it over me!”
Coiny couldn’t help himself. Weakly, he grinned and looked right into Pin’s eyes. “Ngh, hah, but I’m your stupid, right?”
Any ounces of regret for his actions that he could have been feeling drained in an instant when Pin grinned back. “Yeah, you’re mine. Don’t ever think about leaving, either.”
Her thrusts continued to reward his delinquency by hitting that sensitive spot deep within him, only made more sensational by her hard-hitting hips. “Otherwise, I’d never give you a night like this again.”
Coiny laid back in the grass, letting the softness caress him as his entrance was thoroughly abused in an intensely pleasurable way. Pin just seemed to know, as she always did. She knew what spots to hit, and was doing so in a rhythm that kept tugging at the knot that laid within his chest. Any second now, he realized with a face flushing brighter than Pin’s signature red. That knot was going to come undone, he was going to-
Pin leaned forward and put her mouth on his.
Coiny moaned and leaned into the kiss.
She tasted no different than earlier, but with her repeated thrusts her tongue repeatedly worked its way around his own, back and forth. Coiny did his best to catch her movements, twisting ever so slightly to better let their lips align. Their saliva mixed, and Coiny wondered briefly what it would feel like down his throat. He made the choice not to swallow, for fear he’d never get the chance to breathe again, what with how Pin was picking up the pace oh great minting factory, she was getting faster and hitting harder-
He pulled away from Pin’s mouth for a second in an attempt to retain his breathing, panting heavily, and couldn’t help but continue to be aroused at her heated face that connected to his with a trail of saliva.
“Pin…” He groaned. “I- I’m gonna-”
“Yeah. Yeah, you’re gonna cum.” She commanded through her breaths. Though she was visibly tiring from the effort, she made no move to stop. “You’re gonna finish all over me, and I want to hear my name when you do so.”
“P-Pin… nghf… you…”
“Louder.” She barked. Coiny continued to moan, tongue slipping out of his mouth into a downright sexual loll. The pressure at his core was practically bursting, Pin’s thrusts making his mind go out the window and replacing it with nothing but the horniest of thoughts. Even still, he did his best to satisfy.
“I need you-” His heart was racing, his breaths were getting faster and louder, his eyes rolled back as a result of the constant pleasure.
There wasn’t a shot in hell that he was lasting longer than a minute.
Pin leveraged her knife arm under his body to lift him closer to her. Coiny didn’t care; she should have used that knife to carve her name into his body forever, he would have loved that too. Using her newfound leverage, Pin accelerated rapidly, ramming repeatedly into that spot within him that loved nothing more.
“Hah- hah- I’d do anything for you-” His voice rose in pitch, higher and higher until he wasn’t sure it sounded like himself. “I-I’ll cum for you and ngh…! Only you-”
“Hhh, yeah, that’s right. Anything.” Pin pressed herself across Coiny’s cheek in a sloppy kiss. Her teeth grazed his metal, and Coiny would have reacted with a cry of euphoria if had not been doing so already. “You’re mine. You’re mine, and, ngh…”
Coiny felt his heart hammering in his chest in unison with Pin’s body. “Pin…!” His shout escaped his lips.
Pin thrusted once more, and that was all it took for him to come undone.
He let out a cry of ecstasy, nothing but Pin’s dominant gaze whirling through his mind. His lower body became significantly stickier as his walls tightened and ejected a fluid he’d never had the pleasure of seeing from himself, coating not only his inner thighs but Pin’s cock as well.
Never. Never would he ever feel this way again, he was convinced. There was no possible way to feel pleasure through his joints and down to his core as deeply as what he had just experienced, not unless Pin was willing to go again sometime. The thought almost retied the knot in his gut, and he shivered.
Speaking of Pin…
She hadn’t yet finished, and huffed and muttered words under her breath repeatedly as her thrusts slowed. Coiny continued to moan out into the night as his entrance became increasingly sensitive to the friction she kept creating. “P-Pin…” His hoarse voice echoed faintly, another sinful groan escaping.
Her breath condensed on his metal and fogged it, diluting his shine. She bit down on his side somewhat roughly with her canines, gasped, and just like that, she came as well with a particularly hard thrust. He felt his insides become filled, and as if his brain had already decided that he liked that, ran on autopilot, making him wriggle against Pin’s stilling body with a content mmm.
He decided that his brain hadn’t been wrong, so to speak.
Pin finally collapsed, chest heaving, and removed her knife arm from beneath Coiny’s limp body just before she fell. It made a quiet shiiing sound, the blade no doubt dulled from being stuck into the dirt. The two lay close to each other for a while, panting into the air as their bodies remained warm.
Finally, Coiny gulped in enough air to ask a question.
“W-why’d you want me to be quiet if you were just gonna make me yell your name?” He rolled over so that he was on his side, looking at Pin who continued to look to the sky with a still-flushed face. His question got a huff of laughter out of her, and she rotated just the smallest bit to look at him as well.
“Please, like you were gonna keep quiet. I just wanted to see how you’d react.” Another huff of laughter, though now her smile matched the part. “Gotta say, you put on a show with the amount of noise you were making even without me telling you to. The fist thing was good, too.”
Coiny eeped and placed a hand over his mouth, as if that would do anything to stop the noises from being made in the past. “I-I guess I got a bit carried away… And, uh, now we’re really a mess, huh?”
It was true. They were both covered in each other’s sweat, each other’s juices, and Coiny now sported a small but noticeable dent on the edge of his face from Pin’s earlier bite.
Pin nodded. “Yeah, we should wash up. There’s a river through this part of the woods, right?” Coiny nodded as well in response. “Perfect, we can just do a quick rinse in there.”
Coiny braced his arms against the ground and moved to stand, but was met with a prominent ache in his entire lower half that nearly sent him back down to the ground. “Ngh… oh my mint, Pin, did you really have to be so rough?” He groaned, legs shaking.
Pin rolled her eyes. “Oh, phooey. If you didn’t like me being rough then why’d you wake up the woods telling me you needed more?”
He wasn’t dignified enough to give a response without outright lying.
Pin laughed some more, and there was a gentle ka-chunk sound as her genitalia retreated back within her plastic. The hatch closed without any grandeur, and she made a small sigh of satisfaction.
“E-er, I do think you’re better.” Coiny suddenly blurted. He wasn’t entirely sure why he had felt the need to mention this now, but clearly he had Pin’s attention. She raised an eyebrow, silently asking for elaboration.
“When we were about to-” He coughed into his arm. “Er, have sex, you asked me if I thought I was better than you, and I said yes, but…” Turning away in a manner that was almost shy, or ashamed, he continued. “But I didn’t really mean that; you’re totally better than me, and, uh, I, um…”
“You what, Coiny?” Pin pressed gently. That was another thing she was good at, the coin thought to himself with a hint of love. Pin was good at pushing things and pressing people that weren’t sharing the full story. Granted, she was a pushpin, so maybe it just came with the existence as a pin, but he couldn’t help but feel happy to be such an important part of her life.
“I, um…” His voice got quieter from embarrassment. “I just wanted you to actually go through with, ah, fucking me.”
There was another moment of silence, and for a minute, Coiny wondered if he had made another mistake. But Pin’s smile erupted on her face once more, though this one was far more coy.
“That’s what you’re worried about?” She snickered. “Coiny, I dunno about you but I had a great time. And, no offense, but it was so obvious that’s what you were doing when you started going on about how I hadn’t ‘fucked you proper’, like…” She stood up to join Coiny, though she visibly winced as well. “I don’t really care that you said that.”
Coiny perked up, as much as he could with his spiritually bruised legs. “R-really?”
Pin watched his face for a moment, and then stepped closer, and closer, until they were kissing again, this time much slower and far less intense.
Coiny felt the fireworks erupt in his chest regardless.
The tender moment was only broken by Pin backing away slightly, a sheepish but genuine grin on her face that made Coiny continue to blush.
“...Yeah, Coiny, I’m okay with this.” She confirmed. “And, just to be clear, I know I’m better than everyone else here but, like, you make a close second.” She extended her spork arm in an offering.
Tonight, Coiny decided, surely must have been an exceptionally pleasurable dream, if not for the fact that his legs ached so badly.
(He had no clue how he was going to approach the other losers tomorrow; the sweat and… fluid could be washed off, but the dent in his metal was nothing short of a dead giveaway that something had happened overnight.
Mint, what if someone actually heard them? They weren’t anywhere close to quiet despite Pin’s attempt at his silence…
…It would have to be a tomorrow problem, just like everything else but the current task on hand.)
Wordlessly, he accepted Pin’s offering, and with their hands intertwined, walked for the river.
Well, they hobbled for the river, at least.
But Coiny knew that if their flushed faces and quick heart rates were anything to go by, the both of them didn’t care in the slightest; just that they were together.