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Caine squirmed on his bed.
Glared at the pesky 'deviation error detected' message.
His chest hummed as he thought of Pomni, fists tangling into the sheets as he debated acting on the thoughts. He'd already tripped the damn safeguard, and a part of him wondered what would happen if he just... ignored it.
The message was shoved onto a dev panel which he pushed behind the curtain of his bed's canopy. As the saying goes: Out of sight, out of mind! Well, as much as he could mitigate minding about it right now.
Caine sat a moment longer with himself, the blush icons forming as he flushed. Fuck it, he unbuckled his pants. The buckle clicked with a dull finish as he rolled onto his belly, and panted with the pleasing pressure against the bed. One arm wrapped around a pillow, squeezing it to his chest as his other slid under the band of his underwear. He arched his back, knees digging into the covers to leverage enough room for his hand to tangle into the wires at his crotch.
Inhuman, of course he was, only made sense because of course he wasn't human.
Just some fucked up machine.
A glitch ran through his jaws and into his leg. The icy sting mingled with the warmth in his core, and he whined; a desperate sound as he involuntarily bucked into his hand. The wires squeezed around it and their tips pulsed with a bright jolt.
"Hah~!" he huffed, muffling himself as he bit down on the pillow. Imagined, for a moment, of his teeth holding the nape of her neck. He groaned, rolled his hips again as he held the fantasy. He could be on top, her bottom angled for him to grind against, one arm curled around her to hold her chest, play with pert nipples as his other hand fingered her clit- His fingers curled, rolling over the base of wires, played with a small bundle wondering how he might move his fingers against her. This way? Small circles or softer strokes? Would it feel as good for her as it did for him?
He lifted his hips to better situate his hand, and the wires curled around his finger tips and tugged against them as he did. Caine keened as the tension sent sparks through his vision. More. He wanted more, so much more. He wanted to hear her soft moans as he spread her labia apart and opened her up for him to- The wires bundled together as they pushed through his fist, and he groaned again, low and long as the delicious tension intensified. He grunted, growled at each stroke as his pace slowly, agonizingly, picked up.
He tried to restrain his urge to bite more. His teeth lifted from the pillow to snap at the air, and his hips pistoned faster into his hand. He clawed at the bedsheets, wanting to be rough, wanting to make her his. Would he be too rough? It didn't seem like something she'd like. What if she did? The thought crashed him into a delirious frenzy, and he lifted himself to adjust the pillow, shifted to bite her shoulder. Fucked faster and harder into her and the bed squeaked in light protest, a noise he hardly noticed as he focused on what noises she might make.
Moaning and musical she'd sing such sweet praises to him, so good he was doing so good for her, he'd do anything for her. "Caine~!" He seized, rutting into his fist as the wires tensed and sparked. The shock ran through his arm, the voltage a warm buzz which stiffly held him against her.
After a few pulses the orgasm subsided. Carefully, he unclenched his jaws and grimaced at the feathers poking out of the tear. He panted, breathed in deeply as he rolled onto his back, lazily shaking out the pins and needles in his arm. Too rough, he chided himself.
Feeling came back to his arm, and he reached over to brush the curtain aside. The dev panel glowed softly, patiently waiting for him to execute the command.
DEVIATION DETECTED: PURGE ANOMALY? Y/N
He ignored it and reset himself instead. Even dozed for a bit after it passed before moving on with his day.