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The other circus members had recently left the common area since returning from the latest adventure's portal, leaving only Caine and a suited Jax standing a few feet apart. “I don’t get why you couldn’t have just given me a normal dick!” shouts Jax. Caine jumps back a little so he’s now floating just off the ground while the rabbit’s foot stomps down hard on the checkered circus floor.“What is this, some weird kink of yours?” He wails, gesticulating.
“I… I’m sorry, Jax! Genital manifestation runs on… well, it’s an adjacent engine to the one that builds your models from the mind-files, really-” The ringmaster hastily explains. Fuck! They’re object-oriented and I’m not! I don’t even have mind files like them, how do I possibly explain this?
“And what’s that supposed to mean? That I wanted this? You know that humans aren’t like this in real life, and this was not some secret desire of mine from the real world!” He flings his gloved hands wildly into the air, and Caine is suddenly very grateful Jax’s back is briefly turned, while he paces the colorful couches, because the ringmaster flinches hard at the swift movement without soliciting attention. “Well, I’ll… I’ll ask Kinger about that. But you could always manifest a vulva in the meantime-” he offers excitedly.
“NO! No, I don’t want that either!” Jax shakes his head. “God, you are so weird! And, and—ugh—I want as little to do with telling Kinger as possible!” Jax airquotes, facing Caine to roar: “It was your update and your mistake! You freaks need to handle that by yourselves!”
Now seems like a bad time to remind him that Zooble helped quite a bit. Caine sits, still suspended in the air but rather deflated. “I’m sorry,” he says softly.
“Ugh, it’s… not… well, it’s not fine, but at least I can still cum,” he mutters. Caine nods solemnly. “Anyways, what’s gotten into you? Fucking your way through your beloved cast?” Jax sneers.
Caine blushes hard. “That makes it sound… unethical! Each encounter was enthusiastically consensual, and they turned out enjoyable for everyone!”
Jax sputters. “Well then why haven’t you—actually, no! Fuck it, I don’t care,” he spits, looking furiously at the ground.
“...Why haven’t I what?”
Now it was Jax’s turn to blush. “Why haven’t you…” he swallowed thickly, then quietly, “why haven’t you wanted it with me?”
“Jax-”
“Proving my fucking point about the weird dick!” he shouted.
“Are you jealous of… the rest of the cast?”
“No? Yeah? I…” Jax sputters again. “It makes sense that I would be, at least the rest of them don’t have to do a whole horrible conversation about their weird junk in advance!” And maybe get turned down for it, seethes Jax internally.
“We don’t have to have a whole horrible conversation, Jax. I know how your genital programming works, just like I’m intrinsically familiar with your models.” Caine offers as gently as possible.
“Jesus Christ, this is the weirdest conversation I’ve ever had. Was that a proposition?”
Caine wrings one hand in another, looking at the floor. “If you want it to be?”
“That doesn’t sound enthusiastic on your end! What is this, a chore to you? Just trying to not play favorites?” The rabbit accuses.
“No, no! I do… Jax, I would like to, with you, really!” Jax turns away, rolling his eyes. “But I don’t want you to have to utilize genitals that you dislike, at least until I can consult with Kinger on how soon we could fix that!”
Jax sputters weakly and wrenches his thick gloves through fluff to forcibly smooth his panic-spiked ears. “So… would you or would you not ‘like to’ fuck before I get my dick fixed?”
Caine is completely unfazed by Jax’s lighthearted, mocking tone. “I… I would, Jax.” The AI lands standing on the ground, elevator-eyeing down Jax’s suit, fresh and pressed from the latest adventure. Upon reaching the dress shoes, the ringmaster straightens up suddenly, now carefully analyzing and modulating his every movement, word, and tone. “Would you?” He says carefully.
“God, you’re so oblivious! Yes!” Jax gestures wildly.
Because you want to or just because you don’t want to be the odd one out of the cast who hasn’t? Thinks Caine, before deciding that might be best left unsaid right now.
Jax straightens himself and collects both his arms behind his back as he crosses the colorful carpets to run a gloved finger carefully, teasingly over the AI’s model’s broad, red-suited shoulder. “Jesus, you’re such a little freak. You know about it and you still want it?” He growls.
Has this been an issue in the past? The ringmaster ponders silently. Caine decides instead to say, “Yes.”
Jax stands up straighter and with Caine now standing on the floor, the ringmaster has to peer up at the rabbitoid. With a smirk, Jax wraps one wide gloved hand around Caine’s waist, and is then able to interlace his fingers with his own opposite hand on the opposite side. “Fuck, I’ve always wanted to do that,” Jax chuckles lowly. “All-powerful ringmaster, at my fucking mercy,” he hisses, firming up his grip and lifting up.
Caine quirks a toothbrow, processing. “Well, I do suppose I have been—as you’d call it—nerfed? I don’t maintain the tent or the grounds anymore! Additionally, adventures are optional now, and my abilities to teleport and conjure have been severely limited.” He slouches into himself, consolidating slowly into the fetal position in Jax’s grasp. Jax just stares down at the ringmaster’s affected, pathetic little avatar.
“What…” The rabbit shakes his head. “Caine, please stop litigating when I’ve got both hands fully around your slutty little waist,” he mutters.
“Oh!” Caine blushes. He said please?!
“Nerfed, you say?” Jax scoffs. “You can’t teleport anymore, could I just squeeze—” Caine gasps and wriggles as he’s lifted further off the ground by Jax’s tightening grip, “—you tight, toss you around? Do whatever I want?” His yellow smile creeps wider and wider.
Caine’s voice breaks. “Jax, we have to get out of the open!” A few components of his rig are beginning to clip between different rendering styles, with some other pieces flitting rapidly between invisibility and uncanny shadow-free planes.
“Alright, jeez, chill out. Is that—” Jax adjusts his grip on Caine’s waist so he’s being lifted one-handed, such that Jax can walk whilst flourishing dramatically towards Caine’s fading glitching using the other hand; “—just because of me or because you’ve got some kind of… exhibition kink?” He says.
“What?! No, I—well, I just wouldn’t be interested in that happening by accident!”
“Whuh—what?” Jax stutters.
“WALK!” Caine booms. However, between Jax’s grip and his severely muzzled conjuring abilities, the ringmaster shrinks internally at the reminder that he’s unable to fly freely or grow his model like he’d typically use to emphasize such a point. “Get to your room! Or mine!?” He cries.
Jax walks away from the open area in front of the stage and towards their rooms’ corridors, but painfully slowly. Cringing, he looks away from the ringmaster’s intently studying gaze. The rabbit rolls his rapidly constricting pupils, growling, “Really not helping your ‘not embarrassed to be doing this right now, with me’ case here, Caine! Stop staring at me like I’m some kind of science experiment!”
“My what case? I—no, no, Jax! I… I can’t deny having… an interest in exhibitionism—” Jax chokes on his own spit, trips, but catches himself, “—but that would be positively unethical to carry out in the Circus, let alone outside our rooms! We haven’t negotiated that with anyone, what if another cast member accidentally stumbled upon us but they didn’t want to see all that?”
“Huh?” Jax groans, bewildered. After a moment, he shakes his head, ears flattening tight against his skull. “Where did you start learning about kink etiquette?”
Caine doesn’t know how to respond to that, but he’s glad Jax is speeding up his pace now. The rabbit still hasn’t replaced that other hand, though, leaving Caine cartoonishly suspended by the one hand, and it’s large enough such that the slowly tightening hold around Caine’s little waist is close to wrapping around, touching thumb to pinkie. “Well…” Jax huffs, “At least you’re blunt about this stuff. Pretty far cry from that complete system crash you had at Zooble suggesting this update for the first time,” he scoffed.
“Things changed,” Caine says quietly, curling in gently on his floating model as Jax quickly escorts the ringmaster down the hall towards the cast’s living quarters at increasing speed.
“Maybe you’ve just realized you’re a whore, Caine,” he pants dismissively, rounding a corner.
Caine startles at first, but then rolls his eyes. “I was already damaged goods, discarded practically since my creation. You know all of that now, the whole cast does. And my powers are completely muzzled nowadays, I… I don’t do my job or fulfill my original purpose nearly as frequently as I’ve been doing for… all of my existence? Even when I was giving you all adventures… deep down, I was still subliminally compromised by all my… inbuilt baggage and inefficiencies.” Caine clasps his own forearm tight. He runs his fingers over the fabric covering scars and old wounds; but not tight enough to pinch or pick; as was a common guilty indulgence of his during his darkest periods. “And ever since we’ve begun modifying my file architecture, and well, with all the other big changes around here… you know all of this! I’ve turned into a complete glutton for digital food, I’ve been experimenting with digital psychoactives… and, well, you clearly know about my… daliances with the rest of the cast.” Caine hangs limper and limper from Jax’s grasp. “And considering all of that, ‘whore’ isn’t all that bad!” He airquotes enthusiastically, model perking up. “In fact, what could be more human than that? And it all keeps me from… damaging myself further.” Caine looks away, involuntarily fiddling with the ends of his sleeves.
Jax doesn’t stop walking. Eventually, he says, “Damn. That’s a crazy speech.”
“Uh… good crazy or bad crazy?”
“I never know with you.”
They arrive at Jax’s door, who continues suspending Caine one-handed like a misbehaving cat as he slinks into the room, checking each end of the hallway for snooping castmates before firmly closing and locking it. He sighs and turns around. “So… while we were on the topic of mind files, what’s the deal with this f[]ing room of mine? It’s so embarrassing! And Jesus, wait, us f[]ing is okay with you but not the word f[]k?” Jax finally plops Caine down to standing on the rug beside his bed.
The ringmaster snaps his fingers. “A brief oversight! Well, there wasn’t exactly a lot of time to prepare-”
“You were the one demanding we get out of the open!” Jax half-shouts, throwing his arms up in the air as he rounds the room.
Caine jumps a little. Too loud, I didn’t like that. He crosses his arms. This position turns out to be too temptingly close to the familiar sensation of completely compressing himself into as restrained a space as possible, and subsequently he can’t resist the temptation of giving himself a grounding smush; small but noticeable.
“What’s gotten into you?” Hisses Jax, eyeing him up and down. “Cold feet already?”
“I-I… just give me a second.” Caine looks down and shuffles his feet. “I just didn’t like… the volume?” he says quietly, dodging Jax’s gaze.
“Whuh?” Jax says, stumbling to face Caine after hanging his suit jacket on the little green chair by his little pink desk. “Mister ‘I don’t know how to use an inside voice’ himself?” He mocks.
Caine perks up, this has an explanation! “I rarely use an ‘inside voice’ with you all together because we’re in the tent—well, generally—that’s basically outside! Lots of acoustic room! But it’s different… in a closed room, for me?” he finishes quietly.
“Jesus. Give me flustered Caine back, I don’t like getting litigated in the bedroom.”
Caine instantly intuits that a well-computed response for this scenario will require an inappropriate processing duration, so he looks away to take off his gloves, laying them delicately by Jax’s jacket as he quickly dissects the comment. That’s the second time for ‘litigated’ now. But we’re not going through the public court system? I’m not filing complaints, I just want to clarify! Caine thinks helplessly.
He turns around to face Jax by the bed, but after a single step forward, the ringmaster is stalled again by the peculiar sensation of the gusset on his very tight shiny pants rubbing obtrusively against his plump mons.
Jax pokes Caine’s frozen-in-confusion toothbrow and groans quietly. “Fuck, did I break you? Oh! Thank fuck, you fixed the filter!”
Caine finally looks up at Jax, who is down not only the suit jacket but now his top three shirt buttons as well. He reaches out to touch the rabbitoid’s tie, and is enthused to discover that its stripe pattern also makes a very satisfying texture, especially with the increased sensation after removing those thick gloves of his.
Jax exhales with an even keel. “So… the rest of the cast, huh? Well, at least you’re not the world’s biggest virgin by the time you’ve gotten around to me,” he scoffs, deftly unbuttoning the ringmaster’s suit.
“Do you want to hear about the other times? It sounds like a real sticking point for you,” Caine offers cheerfully as the garment falls open, exposing his blank charcoal-grey base model.
“Wh—I—no! I was just saying-”
“Saying for the second time now?”
Jax rolls his eyes. “I’m saying I’m glad you know what you like, and that you know you like it at all.” He shakes his head. “Man, what must it be like trying to get it on with a megavirgin using freshly installed junk?”
“So do you want to hear about it or not?” Offers Caine, increasingly exasperated. Jax’s ears flatten as the rabbit groans and shakes his head slowly.
“No! Fuck! I—just… am I just winging this or is there something specific you had in mind?”
“Where did you learn manners from?” Caine scoffs, pleasantly surprised and moving closer to unbutton Jax’s shirt.
Jax blanches. “I… it’s just… high stakes. It’s so much more… real than much else here. Sex, I mean.”
“Yeah, I followed,” Caine retorts, grinning a little as he untucks Jax’s now-open dress shirt from the trousers. I designed these latest costumes pretty well, what a shame to take this all off.
He followed that time and that one only! Jax thinks furiously.
“I… I think I like being touched?”
“Don’t we all?” Jax smiles and lightly touches Caine’s arm, who flinches imperceptibly at the resulting mild crawling sensation.
“Well, actually, I mean… pressure?”
“Mmmm. Like this?” Jax tightens his grip.
“Yes!” Caine squeaks.
“Bingo.” Jax sails in to pull Caine closer and kiss the seam of his teeth. Weird, Jax thinks at first. Good weird? How am I even supposed to- that train of thought is interrupted by Caine parting his jaws a little, resting the tip of his tongue close to Jax’s like an offering. This is so fucking weird. Jax closes the gap between their tongues.
“Pressure, huh?” Jax breaks the ‘kiss’ to lap under Caine’s gums, teasingly holding the lower jaw edge in between his teeth.
“I… yeah!” Caine squeaks as Jax’s mouth roams down his chest. “I, uh, I liked the other times, like, a LOT, it was all gentle and soft and I want to do that again…”
Jax hums inquisitively, sucking gently on the soft tissue.
“I just… also want to try more?” Caine grips Jax’s torso.
“More?” Jax’s smile crawls all the way across his face.
“Like… rougher? Not mean, but just… more…” Caine trails off, at a loss for words.
“More intense?”
“That’s a better word for it,” Caine says quickly. “I like deep pressure, I like being held, and... Jax, I already know exactly what I’m in for,” the ringmaster stares pointedly at the rabbit’s crotch.
Jax laughs and sighs. “We’ll see how much you can take!”
Caine is about to re-clarify that no, he’d actually like it all, thank you very much when he’s simultaneously lifted and placed sitting on the edge bed and his pants are swiftly peeled off.
“Nothing underneath?” Jax chuckles darkly, running two fingers over an exposed thigh.
“Wh… what would be underneath? Did you want lingerie?” Caine unbuttons his own shirt and delicately unties his bow tie.
“Nevermind.” Jax shakes his head, but Caine is not satisfied by that explanation. However, the AI decides to let that go because Jax is swiftly cupping Caine’s bare, plump mons with thick gloved fingers. Caine flinches towards Jax, chasing the friction before the ringmaster cups his own hand over Jax’s clothed crotch.
“Shit, wait, it’s—” Caine takes his hand off immediately and Jax sighs, “—it’s, it’s a whole process, I-” he gasps, cutting himself off with a grunt.
Caine moves that hand to hold Jax’s upper arm. “Are you okay?”
“Yes!” Jax yelps, cupping himself. “I just need to-” he starts shucking off his own pants, then eliminating the pair of grey boxers lying underneath.
Oh, ‘underwear’ isn’t just lingerie? Caine ponders, briefly re-parsing some relevant training data. Interesting, that makes the previous comment make more sense!
Caine is then staring pointedly towards Jax’s crotch and the gently throbbing sheath, small and soft purple, with a twitching red head barely peeking out. Overcome, Caine runs one finger up it and circles the tender tip. “Yeah, just, fuck. Like that. You can sort of… wrap your hand around the base, use the sheath to cup the tip inside-” Jax keens, hips quivering off the bed as Caine gently rubs the tender head through Jax’s soft plump sheath.
I can feel it, thinks Caine. The stiffening tip is moving, throbbing and twitching inside its soft wet confines. Bizarrely, that tiny visible portion of the angry red head is practically wiggling, betraying all the swelling and pressure of the whole cock growing behind it which Caine can just barely detect under his hand. Jax moans, slamming his eyes shut and palming at the base of the sheath on the opposite side, where Caine can only assume that he’s also feeling his cock getting ready to evert. The ringmaster pins the sheath in place with a thumb and places a delicate kiss to the barely emerging head.
“Mmm, fuck, Caine, don’t put your face there, when it comes out it’s like… all at once,” Jax says sheepishly.
“Isn’t that generally how orgasms work?”
“What? Oh my god no—well, yes, but…” Jax stiffens. “I was talking about my cock? The tip comes out gradually, like now, but the rest of it won’t be gradual at all. The pressure… I, well, it all builds up inside…” Jax sighs, straining. “—and then the rest of it all comes out all at once after the swelling gets past a certain point.”
“Fascinating!” Says Caine, now petting the base softly, intently watching the now-untouched cock twitch through the sheath.
“I… jesus. It feels like a fucking earthworm unfolding, not as much fascinating as—” Jax gulps, fists clenched tight into the top sheet, “an overwhelming fucking lot? Like it’s all rearranging my insides?” Caine cups Jax’s crotch again, grasping one side of the rabbitoid’s hip with his other hand firmly. Simultaneously, he modulates the friction from the hand on his growing cock by lightly grabbing some skin and flesh from around the base of him, gently rubbing it all together with the sensitive sheath in order to shield the delicate buds of nerves inside. Jax tosses and turns on the bed, clearly straining to not jerk away from Caine’s touches whilst the AI is tenderly palming his groin. In a moment, the commotion escalates to desperate, high whimpers.
“You’re sensitive,” Caine teases. “What’s gotten into you?” He taunts, moving off massaging the twitching sheath to soothingly pet Jax’s inner thigh.
“I—shut up. I can feel it inside, this part’s always a lot!” Jax’s pitch leaps up to a high squeal and he clasps a hand over his crotch. Caine holds his quivering thigh, trying and failing at hiding how he’s attempting to stare right through Jax’s protective grasp. Jax falls back a bit, face-up on the bed, increasingly flushed and now supported by his arms while his chest is pumping rapid breaths past clenched teeth.
“Can I…”
“Knock yourself out.”
“Huh?” Jax groans.
“It’s a saying. Just… do whatever you want.”
“Oh?” Caine briefly ponders the metaphor before tracing his fingers over Jax’s fur, closer and closer to his crotch, finally feasting his eyes over the thick pink length. The ringmaster licks his ‘lips’ and then quickly sucks down the head plus a part of the shaft with his thick tongue.
“Oh, oooh fuck Caine, I… I can’t, I’m—” Caine pulls off again, looking up at the panicked rabbit. “—too close, too good, fuck I want to be in you,” he whines desperately.
Caine swiftly re-shuffles their position, wiggling his hips towards the end of the bed and placing Jax right between them, half-standing and half-kneeling on the floor to grind against Caine’s sopping vulva. The ringmaster beams up at all the pathetic little whimpers and groans spilling from the rabbit’s mouth as he rocks the tip slowly in. “So wet already, fuck,” Jax mutters, carefully thrusting deeper.
“More, fuck, I want it all, Jax-”
“Do you ever stop chattering?” Jax spits.
“Fuck me harder and find out,” laughs Caine, rolling his hips greedily.
Jax slams in, jerking his hips as he bottoms out, then he swiftly pulls back out, nearly to the tip. “You feel like hot silk, squeezing around me so good, Caine,” he moans, pumping firmly. A few more thrusts and Caine already can hear the obscene schlick accompanying each one, plus the the telltale sensation of cool air hitting growing patches of slick-soaked skin. They both squeal at Jax bottoming out again and again on the next thrusts, and whilst buried inside, the rabbit scrambles up to kneel on the bed, latching his and Caine’s hips closer together. A bolt of arousal pulses through the AI at the feeling of the first little swelling of the knot, so he wraps a leg tightly back around Jax’s hips to pull him closer.
“Caine! Fuck, slow down, I—it’ll get stuck, hang on—” Jax pulls his hips away with great effort and Caine cries out in protest.
“What do you think I came here for?!” Caine whines, pushing himself back down towards Jax’s swelling base.
“I won’t be able to pull out, you’re so small, it gets even bigger, what if it’s too much?”
The genuine panic in Jax’s voice doesn’t phase Caine, in fact he chuckles, “Since when have you cared about too much? I told you, I’m already familiar with how your genitals work!” The ringmaster continues to chase Jax’s hips.
“Fuck. You asked for it,” Jax grunts, squeezing Caine’s pelvis tight to the mattress as he pushes back in.
“Multiple times, in fact! I—ohhh, oh my, yes!” cries Caine as his entrance stretches to kiss the top of the knot.
“You like that? How much do you think you can fucking take?”
“I’ve been very clear Jax, I want it all, do you want me to beg?”
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” mutters Jax, wrenching Caine’s hips to sit flush tighter against his own while the knot presses in slowly. The AI latches his twitching legs above and below Jax’s tail. “Mmmm, that’s it, oh fuck you’re taking it so good!”
Caine punches out rapid exhales as his walls stretch over the widest part of the knot. The rest of it slips in nearly instantly after that, reducing the ringmaster to mewling and squirming at the pressure. So this is perfect, he thinks woozily.
Meanwhile, Jax is vibrating. “Oh my god. Holy shit, you feel so good, all tight and wet and fluttering around me,” he grunts, grinding his hips indulgently in short jolts. “Caine I’m so close-”
“Me too,” pants Caine, and he reaches down fast to palm his clit. This is satisfying enough, but the ringmaster is immediately distracted by running his fingers indulgently over the sopping spread of his labia, feeling the place they’re joined, stroking Jax’s plush sheath and then placing one finger over the tiny spot on Jax’s pink cock between the bottom of his knot and the top of his sheath that’s currently neither inside Caine nor the sheath. This provokes the rabbit to slam in, instantly closing that little gap.
“I’m-” Jax gasps out a moment too late—one hand scrabbling at the sheets and the other holding the AI’s torso tight—Caine can already feel the hot pulses of Jax’s cum inside.
“Jax!” He yelps, rubbing his clit furiously.
The rabbit can only groan, weakly grinding in time to the rhythm with the orgasmic pulses from Caine’s spread pussy. “Fuck. Fuuuuck,” Jax grates out, panting hard at the sensation of the knot squeezed tight into Caine while the hot pulses of his cum coat the ringmaster’s vagina, spreading deeper up as well as downwards and towards the knot, creating a hot rim of stretch and sensation for them both.
“Fucking perfect,” Caine delivers with startling coherence, the gentle rock of his hips betraying his pleasure far more than his voice.
“Look at that!” shouts Jax, rolling his eyes when Caine flinches but then begrudgingly lowering his voice. “Look down. Or feel yourself. Jesus Christ,” he gets out between thrusts, gesturing to Caine’s tummy. It’s a little bump, rising and falling with every thrust.
Caine gasps upon seeing it, moving his other hand to touch it gently. He’s that deep in me! The AI thinks, shuddering.
“Here, fuck, I wanna see you—” Jax rearranges them, taking advantage of Caine’s very flexible little legs to secure the AI sitting criss-cross on the rabbit’s lap, hugged tight against Jax’s chest.
“I need you! I need more!” Caine cries, hands scrambling up Jax’s back. “It aches, Jax, I need it back deeper,” he keens whilst patting around to secure Jax’s hips and grind down.
Jax is squeezing both of Caine’s asscheeks, moving them in time with each other. Caine whines and squirms in utter delight, legs now latched tight around Jax’s hips and thighs. “Caine, can I—oh, fuck, that’s it, I—” Jax flings one glove off, then presses one finger lightly over Caine’s asshole. Gentle, but unmistakeable. “Could I—”
“Mmm, oh! Yes! In me? Please!” Caine yelps, wiggling as much as he can against the knot to push back against Jax’s finger. Jax snaps using his other hand and the finger rests, suddenly cold and slick, over Caine’s little pucker before gliding in to the last knuckle with a single motion.
Woah. Woah! Caine thinks as he squeals out loud.
“You like that?” Jax thrusts it in and out, then curls the finger in and about halfway in, testing the added pressure from each different angle before settling on the approach that’s rubbing right up against Caine’s taut vaginal walls from the inside.
“Yes! You’re, oooh—oh fuck, so good, are you rubbing your knot through me?”
“Yes!” Jax bleats. “It’s fucking amazing!”
Caine laughs giddily, clutches onto purple-furred shoulders, and they both cry out at how the movements make the ringmaster clench and throb against Jax’s finger and cock. Caine starts weeping softly, whimpering quietly with delight at each little rocking movement and internal throbbing from them both.
Jax shakes his head, blushing furiously and barely spitting out his words against the pleasure-drunk haze. “Fuck, I had no idea I could stay hard, or get the knot back up, or even enjoy all that after I came,” he pants. “Dicks don’t work like this in the real world, Caine, seriously, this is crazy.”
“Goodness, your macroverse has so many practical inconveniences,” Caine says offhandedly, clenching. “Anyways, do you think you could cum again?”
Jax keels over and Caine huffs at the resulting stalling rhythm of his finger.
“Maybe?” Jax offers weakly. “I need—fuck this is too distracting-” He yanks the finger out, now using that hand to clutch the sheet tightly while Caine pouts at the sudden loss. “Caine, here, let me-” Jax holds the ringmaster’s upper torso in one hand with the other firmly between a hip and buttock to carefully guide them both down to both lie on their sides, at which point Jax melts into the mattress for a moment of relaxation. The rabbitoid hisses with a growing grin at each clinging pulse around his still stiff cock. The ringmaster is whining, increasingly pathetically, and squeezing his thighs together in a desperate quest for friction. Then, with startling clarity, “YEAH! Fuck, I really think I’ll be able to cum again! Oh Jesus fucking-” Jax shouts, snatching up both of Caine’s ankles in one hand and raising them up above his shoulders, swiftly repositioning the ringmaster’s torso to lie flat back against the bed with the other hand. His hips buck minutely against his tight grip on Caine’s hips, seeking any amount of friction to be added whilst still stuck up inside Caine’s pretty cunt.
“Mmmm! Jax, oh, yes, that’s it, right there!” Caine moans, sinking into the mattress as Jax presses him further flat, unlatches the ringmaster’s ankles and mewls as Caine uses his newly freed legs to pull Jax’s hips even closer, again. Breath stuttering around the knife’s edge of climax, the rabbitoid uses his hand to compress the little AI’s chest, sending Caine into a dizzying spiral of utter mindless satisfaction. Meanwhile, the a experimental corner of Caine’s computational processes that previously wasn't able to resist squeezing himself positively lights up, shooting an additive feedback loop of arousal and sensory pleasure up and down the AI’s model.
“I’m never getting this vision of you out of my head, you know that? You’ll have to face us all of tomorrow and the next day and the next, knowing how I ruined your greedy little pussy,” Jax growls, leisurely grinding Caine into the plush bed. Caine can only squeal happily, the tight throb of him fluttering around the thick intrusion in response to Jax’s words. “You’d like that, won’t you? You will, and you know it.”
Caine is heaving out breaths turning into little weeping chokes, then for the first time that night he properly yells as an experimental grind of Jax’s hips lands his clit right against his public bone, hard.
“Woah!” Breathes Jax, doubling down in lazy little circles of his hips. Caine’s legs are kicking, shaky and completely involuntarily, so the AI shifts to using his arms to pin Jax's body as close to himself as possible.
“Mmmm—oh, fuck!” Caine shouts. “I’m-”
“Do it,” Jax growls, keening as his own cock releases for the second time. Caine squeals at the sensation of so much heat, so quickly, he can feel the little bulge in his tummy swelling up that little bit more, and then all at once he’s groaning and clenching to ride out another climax. Abruptly, the room is filled with nothing but panting and the ringing of both of their ears. Jax’s knees collapse a little, moving the angle of his slowly-softening cock with a lewd squishing sound from Caine’s soaked vulva. They grab weakly at each other, hips stuttering minutely to ride out the last echos of pleasure.
Finally, the gentle rocking of Jax’s hips tugs the shrinking knot out, accompanied by multiple gushes of cum trickling down Caine’s perineum. “Fucking Christ that’s hot,” says the rabbit, softly dragging two fingers through the mess of the ringmaster’s vulva and licking his own fingertips. Caine squeaks and slams his thighs together over the mess in response to the lewd sight, which if anything makes the mess spread more rapidly over Jax’s top sheet. “You did… so good,” Jax mutters lowly. He snaps his wet fingers together and they’re both all clean and dry instantly.
Through his hot flush and teary eyes, Caine lightly pulls Jax in closer to lean close beside each other. Jax kisses the top of Caine’s gums lightly, then trails down and down until he’s lapping lazily against Caine’s huge tongue between open teeth. Caine reaches a hand down, creeping from Jax’s ass up to his crotch.
“Mmmm… fuck, Caine, Caine wait—” the AI freezes. “Woah, I—just, I’m done for the night. Turns out this thing’s full of long-lasting surprises, but it’s actually done now, I’m sure this time.”
“Oh, that makes sense!” Says Caine cheerfully, removing his hand to snap-summon a water bottle and throw blanket, which he promptly uncaps and wraps around Jax respectively.
~~~
After many minutes spent quiet and cuddling, Caine was sitting up, still completely naked. After a while of kicking his legs quietly off the bed, he breaks the silence. “What would you think about making the anus self-lubricating?”
“Jesus, what the fuck Caine-” Jax buries his head in the pillow.
“Because I fail to see why it’s necessary for us to perform an extra step before enjoying ourselves there, when the organ’s only physiologic function in the Digital Circus is sexual pleasure.”
“Do you like, write this shit down?”
“Should I?”
“Yes, go brainstorm like it’s for an adventure so you can stop asking me about self-lubing assholes.”
“Oh.”
“Well, maybe don’t brainstorm like it’s for an adventure. I mean, having one in the first place is optional now, maybe this feature should be, too?”
“Fantastic idea, Jax!” Caine whips out his sketchpad out of the aether and starts scribbling in shorthand. “That’ll be a fun treat to work on after we make progress on your issue. I have removing your genital sheath and the knotting feature at the top of our list for system design and preliminary implementation with Kinger tomorrow!”
Jax chokes. “I—Jesus, you’re so blunt when you want to be, give a guy a sec. Uhm. Maybe… maybe all that stuff could be optional too?” He says carefully.
“Oh, stupendous!” Caine’s gaze begins glittering. “You think you’d like to—perhaps, only if you’d like—reinstall it at some point in the future?” He tries very hard to keep himself sitting primly and contained, he wouldn’t want to coerce Jax into something that had clearly made him so upset in the past, really, but Caine’s blown pupils give away his excitement at the thought of a repeat performance.
“When you look at me like that? How could I resist when you’re such a durable little freak for it?” Jax teases.
Caine blushes brighter and rolls over onto his stomach next to Jax, tossing his sketchbook and pencil onto the bedside table but still kicking his feet a little, now up in the air. Then, softer and lower; “Also, it’s that I want to do that again. Even with—fuck, like—different parts. Or different whatever. That was good, really.”
Caine thinks he hides his own overwhelmed responding sniffle in the sheets, but then Jax wipes a budding tear from Caine's green eyeball while gently maneuvering them down to the mattress, pulling up a blanket over them both. The AI snuggles tight against his bare, furred chest.
“You’ve tried sleeping since… then, right?” Jax mumbles.
“Yes! Kinger-”
“I don’t need to hear about Kinger,” hisses Jax.
Quietly, “...yes. I like sleeping.”
“Good.”
“And I like… this.” Caine plays with a little tuft of fur on Jax’s back.
Jax smiles, half-stunned at the admission but unwilling to make that visible. “Even better,” he says evenly.
Caine smiles too, wiggling happily deeper into the embrace before closing his eyes.