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Beep beep. Beep beep.

"Mr Caine please put any and all devices on silent, those are the ru-"

"That was my watch, y'know....for my medical condition?"

"...My apologies"

A few laughs echo through the room and Caine huffs at them, shifting his wrist to look down at his watch and checking his heart rate. A bit higher the it normally is but nothing to be too worried about at this moment.

He focuses back on the professor as he keeps talking, though he can see the embarrassment radiating off the other man.

It's mind numbing to be sat here like this, eyes on the screen while the voice of the professor drags on and on at the very front. Obviously the guy is questioning his life choices and Caine can't blame him.

Honestly business was definitely not his first choice in lessons for the day, especially with it being his first class of the year and all- and first class at college- but he holds onto the fact that he had his real class later that day.

His excitement builds and he can't help but grin to himself like an idiot. He's been looking forward to his entomology class since he applied for this very college, and after this boring class he's actually about to start learning about something that truly interests him and it's-

Beep be-

He huffs and turns his watch off, frowning down at the little screen in frustration.

Stupid watch.

!!!

Entomology.

The very reason he's here in the first place.

The whole reason he moved here and into that one bedroom apartment down the road, the whole reason he packed all of his belongings in his car and hauled butt away from his shabby little hometown, leaving the world he once knew behind in the dust with no intention of ever looking back. 

There's a lot of self put pressure on his shoulders, and he finds it a comforting weight. His dream of bee conservation and his own breeding program no longer an unattainable dream. 

He has to take a few deep breaths in as he approaches the door, hand tight on the strap of his shoulder bag as he stares at the heavy looking wooden doors.

It's an advanced class- one that he had just about gotten into with the placement exams and because of that he's very nervous to be stepping in. He closes his teeth over his eyes, casting his gaze into darkness, before he opens them back up and grabs the handle to the door.

He steps in to see a few other students dotted around, some in chairs and at desks, others by the windows. He scans the room and lets out a breath as he fully walks in, thankful that he's not to the last one in.

He picks a random seat at the very front of the class, knowing that taking the stairs one too many times was just asking for disaster.(Once in high school, when he didn't want to admit there was something off, he had done just that and had passed out three times in two days, very humbling)

He shoves his bag under the desk after grabbing his laptop and dragging it to his desk, quickly getting it started up and sitting back in his seat.

He can feel his pulse speeding up from excitement and he groans, sitting forwards and placing his elbows on the desk while he takes in a few more breaths.

Having high blood pressure sucked on a good day.

On a day like today, where he was overly excited and nervous?

Extra sucked.

He makes a mental note that he has to go to the nurses office after class with his paper work to ensure they know the protocols. He had already sent around email to his teachers so they could understand why he would be beeping a lot.

He was used to the teachers forgetting about it, especially so early on, so he took no offence to the business teacher telling him off (though really, how hard was it to read an email?)

He checks said watch to see that his heart rate had begun to calm and he sits back, looking around the room. It's not full exactly, little nick knacks here and there. Random plants, the odd book, even a mug on the desk at the very front of the room.

It's soft, he thinks as the other students behind him begin to get into their own seats.

The door opens again and everyone turns to the sound, Caines breath hitching with nerves as, who has to be the teacher, strolls into the room.

"Good day everyone" He says, cheerful and happy. "Welcome to advanced entomology" he's tall, needing to duck his head to get through the door without injury, and a chess piece Morph. 

He's wearing older style glasses that seem to be staying on his head due to some sort of will power. He's dressed almost politely, a white long sleeve shirt and black slacks that make him look slimmer and somehow bigger. His shoulders are broad, his legs long, his hands covered by thin white gloves.

Caine knows that hidden beneath his shirt sleeves would be barely visible arms, the only sign of them existing will be the slightly 'watery' like texture where his arms would be. 

He walks over to the desk at the front, his smart brown shoes clicking against the floor and Caine notices that one side has a scrape of color missing right on the toe, like it had been scuffed against a wall or rock. The man hums as he gets to his desk placing his bag on upon it and he turns, his eyes smiling at everyone.

"You can all call me Kinger"

Caine's first thought is, oh wow he seems friendly.

His second thought is; oh the teacher is really, really hot

Beep beep. Beep beep.

His third thought is that he's going to smash his watch into a million pieces.

!!!

Half way through the lesson, Caine has to take his watch off and shove into his pocket.

It's shameful really, but he has no other choice.

It had beeped over twenty times by the time he's had enough and he takes it off, his jaws burning in embarrassment every time Kinger keeps looking at him.

The other students are giggling each time it beeps, and they laugh even more when he rips the blasted thing off his wrist.

It's embarrassing, but again, he's very used to it.

What he's not used to however is the way Kinger keeps throwing him concerned looks at him.

In response to that, Caine hides his face in his laptop screen and focuses on taking notes rather then the very hot teacher who keeps looking at him.

"Seeing as it's your first class with me this year" Caine looks up at that, watching as Kinger leans back against his desk and crosses his arms over his chest. "I'm going to be letting you all go early, tomorrow will be a full lesson"

There's murmers while everyone moves quickly to gather their stuff and Caine waits for most of the students to leave before he get up to gather his own.

He shoves his laptop into his bag and then stands, throwing the strap over his shoulder and-

"Caine?" He flinches, turning to look at Kinger.

"Yes?" Don't call him sir, do not call him sir, you might fall on your knees and ask to such his- oh dear god do not call him sir-

Kingers eyes smile at him, and he flushes even harder when the sight of it only makes his heart rate speed up. "I received your email" He says, tilting his head towards Caine. "And I just wanted to ask if there was anyway I could help you? Any extra steps I could take?"

Yeah stop being so hot.

Obviously he doesn't say that but still.

Caine hums at that, turning to fully face Kinger once more. "Just...no surprise tests?"

They both laugh at that and Caine feels relief fill his chest, his body relaxing.

"I'm sure I could do that" Kinger says and then his eyes dart down to Caines hands "shouldn't you be wearing that watch? It's an aid yes?"

Caine shrugs at that, looking away. "It is but- it gets annoying so-"

"Caine" Kinger cuts in and his voice is soft and Caine feels his breathing stutter. "If it helps you, use it"

Caines heard that dozens of times, from his friends and his doctors, and each take he would roll his eyes and nod along to the scalding he would get when he inevitably took the watch off again.

As corny as it sounds, when Kinger says it- Caine wants to actually listen.

Caine nods along to that, feeling his teeth begin to burn and his gums heat up. "Right- yes you're right I'll-" He smiles weakly, rubbing at his forearm. "I'll uh, get better with it" Kinger laughs at that and it's such a soft sound that Caine goes slightly lightheaded, it's only from years of practice that he doesn't go down.

"I'm sure you will" His voice a touch to soft and Caine is getting way too hot.

He nods once more to the teacher before he quickly makes his way out of the classroom, speed walking, up the hall as his body burns.

He's definitely going to have to go to the nurses office.

He then pauses.

...he doesn't know what the nurses office is does he?

He groans and forces himself to keep walking up the hall, if he goes back to Kinger now he'll do something stupid like- start drooling over him or something.

With that thought on his mind, he takes random left and hopes for the best.

!!!!

It takes him about thirty minutes to find the nurses office and for that he's grateful, hes still got a few hours before his English class starts thanks to Kinger letting them all go earlier, so he takes the time to familiarize himself with the college.

He finds the canteen, he finds the outside smoking area (which he makes sure to remember for later) And he finds a few other class rooms that he might need.

He hums as he gets to a quieter wing of the college, and then he sighs when he sees a door with the plaque 'Nurse'.

"Oh thank goodness" He says to himself before he gets to the door, knocking twice and then waiting very, every patiently.

"Come in!" Comes a soft voice through the door and he takes a deep breath and opens it, stepping in and looking around the room.

It's large, with an office when you immediately walk in, and then an open area with a few beds. He hums and looks around at it, eyes jumping from bed to bed and seeing no one else here.

It doesn't smell like a hospital, funnily enough, more like lavender and something just a little bit sweeter and for that he's grateful. Honestly he had spent so much time in them he could probably make a candle of the smell just from memory alone.

On that note, he steps further Into the room "hello?"

He hears movement, like a chair being pushed back and-

Oh you have got to be joking.

"Hello there" The, who he's guessing is the nurse says, her voice silky soft and her eyes bright. She's tall, her wooden skin a dark oak colour with beautiful amber eyes. She's wearing a light blue blouse and a black pencil skirt, her neck slightly exposed.

She's pretty. 

"I'm Queenie, the nurse, and you are?"

First Kinger being drop dead gorgeous and now Queenie? What was going on with this college?

Caine feels stuck in place, his stomach twists and his head swims and his heartbeat is going much to fast- ah. Right.

"I'm about to pass out" He says, and he watches as amber eyes widen before his vision blacks out.

!!!

He comes to suddenly, jolting awake and his eyes popping wide open.

"Oh!"

His head snaps to the side to see Queenie on the chair by the bed he's apparently led in, latex gloves on her hands and a stethoscope around her neck.

"Hello dear" She says softly, wheeling closer to his side and smiling at him with her eyes "how are you feeling?"

Warm, is his first thought as he stares into her eyes, feeling his stomach twist in on itself.

"Caine?" A hand touches his hand where it's clenched in the material of his jeans and he blinks.

"Sorry-" He wheezes, blinking rapidly at the woman. "I'm- yes! Yes sorry I'm, I feel fine"

Queenie raises a brow at that and stands, her long legs moving and shifting under her skirt. Caine follows her as she walks to the medical cart near the end of the bed, and then he whips his head away when she suddenly bends at the waist.

Don't look don't look don't look.

...He looks.

And immediately he feels faint again.

He closes his eyes and rest his head back on the pillow behind him, taking a long, heavy breath in.

He can hear his own heartbeat in his head, he can almost hear his own blood rushing through his veins and honestly even though it's happened so many times before, it's still a strange feeling for him.

He opens and closes his hands into fists, his fingers feeling slightly numb as he tries to get the blood to them once again. Hes already tilted funnily enough, his upper body flat to the bed and his legs slightly elevated on a few pillows.

He flushes at that for some reason, honestly he's used to people just- leaving him where he was when he passed out.

Seeing someone- someone he's just mean none the less, go to the effort of raising his legs and keeping him comfortable is really hitting him in the chest.

"Here" He looks to see Queenies sat back down in the chair, a can of some fizzy drink in hand. "Sit up, we should get your sugar levels back up"

Caine hums and carefully sits up, pillows shifting to rest against his lower back. He takes the can, already open, and the pauses. "Sorry uhm, have-"

A straw is slipping through the can top and he flushes when Queenie just chuckles at him. "Thank you"

He takes steady sips, feeling the slight shake in his legs and hands slowly begun to calm until he feels completely settled. He sighs and looks to Queenie. "Thank you" He says quietly, sheepish. "For uh- this and not just leaving me on in the floor"

Queenie frowns at that and she sits back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. "Caine, why on earth would I leave you on the floor?"

He snorts a laugh at that, "You would be very su- why how did you know my name?" He rushes out, feeling his eyes narrow. "Did...you dig into my wallet or something?"

Queenie giggles then, her hand lifts to where her mouth would be while she laughs, her eyes squinted in humor. "No, no" She waves off, "I just knew that a student was supposed to come today to talk about medical things and-" She gestures to Caine. "Seemed like to much of a coincidence."

Caine, feeling slightly dizzy from Queenies laugh, nods weakly. "Right, right yes- that makes more sense"

He fiddles with the now empty can in his hand while Queenie leans over to the foot of the bed and grabs a chart, her fingers flickers through the paper. "Now that you're here-" She says gently and Caines looks back to her. "Would you be up to answering some questions?"

He nods to that because this part is something he's used to, this is something that he's knows how to do.

Sure enough, Queenie asks things he's been asked in the past by doctors and physicians, shifting for Queenie to take his blood pressure, then allowing her to check his reflexes. She even performs a concussion test because apparently, even though she had caught him, she was still worried that he might of hit his head.

Each question is asked with care and without any technical terms, each reason for needing to do a certain thing is explained and it makes Caine fluster at the the care. Yes, he's well aware that's her job, that she gets paid to do this and that she does this with every student, but it still makes him feel a touch too warm.

By the end of the questions, and two more cans of fizzy....something, Queenie puts the chart down and smiles down at him. "Thank you for your patience, Caine I really appreciate it"

Caine shrugs, talking his fingers in the side of the can. "I don't mind- besides you kinda need to know so..."

They share a laugh and then Queenies stands, shrugging off her white coat and placing it over the back of her chair.

Caine's eyes scan her, unable to help himself, her chest that looks comfortable enough to rest on, her curves, her hip dimples, her legs her-

He shifts in his seat and winces.

He's hard.

Oh that's embarrassing.

His heart starts racing again as he waits for Queenie to look away before he shifts up and swings his legs over the bed, a small sound escaping him when the seam of his jeans press right against his most sensitive area.

“oh-” He bites back another sound, eyes fluttering shut at the pleasure that shoots up his spine. "Hm-" He can't help, or stop, the way his hips twitch and how his thighs press together, desperate to get some sort of pressure on where he's aching.

"Caine?"

He freezes and looks up to see Queenie already staring back at him, but she doesn't seem disgusted so he's going to guess she didn't know what he had been doing.

"I'm sorry-" She does look genuinely sorry too. "But, I forgot that I have to take your heart rate again, now that you're a little calmer and more responsive"

Caine shakily nods at that and clears his throat "yes, yes of course."

She comes back over to him and moves to stand just in front of him her fingers move to pick up the stethoscope.

He notices then they aren't the exact same as the ones he's seen before, instead of the tips being, well tips, they look like flat paddles.

"Caine?" He jolts again and looks up to see her looking at him expectantly.

"Sorry?"

She huffs laughs and nods to him."Can you remove your shirt for me? So I can perform your heart rate test?"

"Oh" He doesn't allow himself time to think on it, instead he grabs the bottom of his tshirt and pulls it up over his head, holding it in his lap. He sits up straight, watching as amber eyes dart down the top surgery scars on his chest.

They're not long, he had been blessed with a smaller chest so surgery hadn't been as bad as it could have been.

"Hm" Her eyes scan him, "Are you on testosterone?"

He nods at that, following her movements as she moves closer, cold metal coming up to press on the skin of his chest. "Yes" He says softly.

"Inhale....good, how long?"

Caine feels fingers brush his skin and fights back a shudder. "About six years now, had surgery three years ago."

The metal moves to his back, lower down and he shifts at the feel in it. "Inhale again.....are you on gel or on shots?"

Caine holds his tshirts tight in his lap, clearing his throat when the fingers keeping him level on his shoulder move. It drags down his arm and to his wrist, fingers wrap around the limb and two fingers press against the pulse point there. "Gel" His voice is embarrassingly shaky, but he's quick to clear it. "But I'm switching over the shots next week, actually"

"Oh" Queenies says then, finally releasing him and for that he is grateful."That's great! How are you with needles?"

Caine winces and moves to pull his shirt back on. "...Well I don't pass out at least?"

Queenie snorts a laugh and pats his shoulder. "When you get the prescription bring it here and we can help you with that"

Caine nods slowly at that, leveling his shirt out on his chest. "Will do" He breathes, watching as Queenie steps back fully and smiles down at him.

He shifts again to stand but the sound of the door opening stops him in his place. Queenie takes a few steps back, and when she spots who came in, her face lights up. "Oh hello dear, what are you doing here?"

Caine watches with rising dread as he hears a familiar laugh and then a very familiar light chess piece.

Kinger leans down to kiss Queenies cheek, making the darker chess piece hum and lean into his touch. "I missed you this morning" He murmers quietly, hands moving to the woman's waist. "Thought I would say hello before I was swamped with more classes"

Kinger leans back down again, kissing her cheek and Queenie laughs, her hands moving to press against his chest. "Dear-" She says softly and her eyes suddenly meet Caines and it freezes him in place. "We have company"

Blue eyes blinks and then follow her gaze and suddenly Caine has two set of eyes on him which does nothing for his poor heart rate. He swallows around nothing, waving at the other two.

"Uhm, hi?" He's not too sure what to say or how to act, especially considering that he's still feeling a little but too hot under the collar. "Fancy seeing you here" He tries to put as much casualness as he can into his words, but judging by the twin laughs he gets in response, he wasn't too perfect.

Kinger suddenly frowns. "Wait- Caine what are you here? Did something happen?"

Caine is quick to wave him off then. "Oh, no no nothing-"

"He passed out" Queenie jumps in, her voice low and brow raised. "Right up the floor"

"What?" Kinger gasps and then he's moving-

Caine stutters when hands are placed on his shoulders and Kinger starts tilting him from side to side, his eyes scanning his jaws. "Did you hit your head? Have you eaten? Had anything to drink? Di-"

Queenie steps forward then to, coming to stand next to Kinger, one of her hands moving to Caine's back. "He's fine dear" She says softly, her fingers rubbing over the collar of his shirt in a gesture that Caine knows has to be unconscious.

The thing is, none of these touches are exactly inappropriate- everyone in this college was an adult, at least over twenty one, Caine himself was twenty seven.

He had seen teachers hug students, students play pranks on teachers- as long as no one was uncomfortable then there was really no issue.

Caine isn't uncomfortable.

No he's too comfortable.

He can feel his stomach clench and he has to fight back a wince at the feeling of his whole body burning up, his mind races the longer they talk about him without even glancing at him. He forces deep breaths, forcing air into and out of his lungs while he fights with the urge to do something humiliating like grind against the bed.

Then, fingers touch the bare skin of his collar bone.

He's always worn baggy tshirts- a left over habit from his younger years before he had surgery, and his collar bones sometimes were exposed.

He's never thought about it, honestly he didn't even remember until this very moment that it was a thing that happened.

Until Kinger fingers run against his skin.

Caine's hard.

Oh god he's achingly hard.

He can feel blood polling in-between his legs, his dick nudging against the material of his underwear as the two chess pieces stand above him.

They seem distracted with their conversation and god is he hard so-

So he presses his thighs together and shifts, just barely, the seam of if his jeans move with him and suddenly it's pressed right against the head of his dick.

He's always been proud of the growth he had down there and it turned out to be very good for situations like these.

The shudder that runs down his back makes his eyes flutter but he forces them back to Kinger and Queenie, seeing that they're both smiling and talking and no longer paying attention to him.

The thumb on his collar bone burns his skin, the hand on his shoulder makes him want to tear the fabric off and rut against their thighs like some sort of animal.

He can feel his slick beginning to stain his thighs and it's humiliating to be this needy already, especially for people who he's just met, and especially because one of them is his teacher-

He presses his thighs closer together, and he forces himself to clench his stomach and pelvis.

The pleasure makes him stutter, his eyes fall down to the floor as it rolls through him to settle in his stomach. He focuses on the points of touch as he does it again, imagining those hands moving and exploring his body.

Rough thumbs would press on his chest and nipples, soft fingers would graze his hips and thighs. His mind starts spinning, his heart is going a mile a minute in his chest and he feels kind of dizzy again and he's worried he might pass out.

"Caine?"

He wants to jolt, instead he carefully lifts his head to see two sets of eyes focused on him, one concerned and one-

Oh no.

He watches as Queenie's eyes flicker over his face, over his teeth, his eyes, then they dart down and pause and then narrow.

Caine doesn't have to look down to know that, not only is his dick probably bulging in his tight jeans, but there's definitely a wet patch.

"Caine?" Kinger asks again and the concern only makes Caine clench again. "Are you okay?"

Kingers hands move, his palm now coming to a stop on his collar bone while his fingers-

Despite what many may believe, Caine did in fact have a neck, it was just invisible. He could wear jewelery, ties, bow ties- anything and everything and it would be the exact same as anyone else wearing them.

However it was hard to know that, none of his past partners ever figured it out, and Caine could never be bothered to try and explain. He had once, back in highschool, after a classmate saw him wearing a choker and had asked. Apart from that, he can't think of any instance where anyone has known about his neck, or touched it

Because of this, his neck has been completely untouchable for years.

And now suddenly there's fingers caressing the skin?

Yeah.

Caine whimpers.

Kinger freezes, his eyes widen, and Caine stumbles to his feet. "Okay thank you bye-"

Before anyone can say anything else he is bolting out of the room and down the hall, feeling like there are ants under his skin as he goes.

He gets around the corner and he has to rest against the wall, heaving for air while sparks appear in his vision. The sudden arousal, the sudden movements- all of it was too much for his poor heart to handle.

He takes stuttering breaths, legs buzzing, but thankfully he stays upright-

Oh.

"Oh for the love of- " Caine groans and burrows his front teeth into his hands

"I forgot my bag"

He's such an idiot.

He looks down to his crotch and sure enough, there's a wet patch, he groans and his head falls back on the wall.

Correction.

He's a horny idiot.

!!!

A whole week later, and after sneaking into the nurses offices after hours to get his bag, he finds himself outside the door once again.

His new prescription has arrived today and he's excited to get started on it- he was kind of sick of forgetting about doing his gel and then jolting awake at three am to rush and do it.

But, he's terrified of needles.

Hence why he's here.

He had tried, honestly, to do this himself but the moment his eyes had caught the needle he had almost thrown up. So, he decides to take Queenie up on her offer to help.

And hey, maybe she doesn't know that Caine got hard last week while her and her husband (yeah! They were married, Caine had found out. Super) Had talked to him and patted him on the shoulder.

And, just to prove his point that he was a whole fool, he had happened to walk in on Kinger hugging one of the other students the other day, a plush doll with red hair and a button eye- so yeah! He was just a desperate idiot!

Anyway.

Caine takes a deep breath in and knocks on the door before he can second guess himself. 

This time before his hand even drops, the door is opened and Queenie stands in the door way, her eyes soft. "Oh, hello again Caine!" She sounds cheerful to see him, not disgusted, thankfully. Her eyes move down to the box under his arm and she hums "oh? Injection time huh? Come on in"

Caine ducks his head in and finds that he can't quite keep eye contact with the taller woman, so he focuses on getting to the nearby bed. "Should I?"

Queenies hums and digs through the draws off to the side, pulling out a pack of tissues and what looks like alcohol wipes. "It might be easier to stand" She says quietly as she straightens up and turns back to the smaller man. "I need access to either your thigh or buttocks, so it's better if you stay stood"

Caine feels his heart plummet and his stomach roll. "...what?" He croaks out, hands tight on the sharps box in his hands. "I- I need to-"

"Take off your pants?" Queenie tears open a pack of wet wipes. "Yes you do"

Caine shudders at that and feels his fingers tremble, his eyes going wide and his teeth burning. "O-oh my days-" He mutters to himself, then freezes when Queenie suddenly drags a chair over to where he's stood and she plops down onto it. "Wait-" He croaks again, feeling beyond embarrassed. "R-right now?"

"I've locked the door Caine" Queenies says softly and that does not help-

"I just-" He looks down, feeling too warm and too fuzzy. "I just- I'm-"

"You don't have to pull them all the way down" Queenie says gently, her eyes going soft while she pries the box out of his grip to start setting it up. "But enough for me to have a clear field"

For some reason that makes him burn hotter- the idea that he's going to be trying so hard to not show Queenie anything and-

"No, no it's easier if I-" His voice cracks, his body shudders. "Uhm, it's easier if I....like down to my k-knees?"

Queenies chuckles at him and the sound of it, smooth and soft only makes him fluster more. "Whatever you prefer" she says gently, and he can't stop his eyes darting down to the needle in her hand-

Caine looks away before the panic could make him run away, "okay" He breathes, his hands shakily moving to his jeans. "Okay"

With slow movements he carefully undoes the buttons and unzips it, body shaking as he shuffles the jeans down his hips and to his mid thigh. Caine stares up at the ceiling, feeling way too ashamed to even look at Queenie.

"Caine?" She sounds amused now, and Caine closes his eyes.

"Y-yes?"

"...You want to turn around for me?"

Caine winces and nods, carefully turning so that his back is to Queenies and-

Her free hand brushes his T-shirt up his back, then they pick at the waistband of his boxers and-

Caine bites back a sound when his boxers are pulled down and bunched midway up his ass, and he shakes when that hand moves to his right cheek.

He feels cold run over the area, the chill sending shocks up his spine, before he feels fingers spread over the skin, Queenies thumb slipping under his boxers. "Ready?" She asks, and Caine nods quickly.

There's a sharp pinch that he barely notices, to overcome by arousal to even think about anything else. Embarrassingly he feels himself become wet between his legs and-

"Oh"

Cains goes rigid.

Please.

Please no.

He's wearing red underwear today, so-

Queenie can see he's wet can't she.

Oh no.

He feels frozen as hands slowly pull up his underwear and jeans, but he's unable to turn around and face the music.

"Caine?" Her voice is careful, but Caine still flinches like he's been struck.

"I-" His breathing stutters and- oh he really doesn't- he can't be here right now.

He spins and speed walks past Queenie, hearing her calling his name but he ignores her and bolts out the room.

Huh. He's been doing a lot of running lately.

His feet squeak against the ground as he runs, feeling too panicked and too overheated to even think about stopping. He knows that running like this only makes him more guilty, but he really can't help it. 

His watch is beeping in time with his rapid heart rate now, he can feel it pounding in his chest and turning his stomach, but the slight dizziness and nausea is worth the chance to put some distance between him and his humiliation.

He rushes through the hall until he gets to a random bathroom and he shoves his way in, rushing to one of the stalls and slamming the door shut behind him. He falls back on the toilet lid and shudders, burying his face into his hands with a low whine of pure embarrassment.

Why? What's wrong with him? Oh he's so embarrassed and humiliated and desperate and gross and-

Horny. He's still so, so horny.

His thighs are tacky, his stomach throbs, he's achingly hard in his jeans. Hes never been this hard for this long before, especially not in public like this. He shakes as he spreads his legs, trainers squeaking against the floor, before he dips his hands into his still unzipped jeans.

Instantly he can feel his own slick and its enough to make him groan, head falling back as he presses against himself. Pleasure shoots up his spine and it makes his legs twitch, but he keeps then spread as he rubs himself harder.

His underwear is soaked now, his thighs are just as wet and he's so very grateful that he's wearing dark jeans. When he started on hrt he was warned that he might experience some dryness, but apparently his body decided to go the other way.

Before long, just grinding against his hand isn't enough and he shoves his hands into his underwear, his fingers instantly wrapping around his dick, rubbing at it harshly while his hips twitch into the air.

Harsh pants for air leave him, sweat begins to run down his back and stomach and he can't-

He presses his middle and ring finger into himself, his dick pressed against his wrist and the duel sensations makes him shudder and shake.

Tiny sounds leave him, his eyes sight blurs and he can hear his watch going crazy but hes to focused on finger fucking himself to pay attention to it. He curls in on himself- head falling forward and eyes snapping to his naked flesh to see how his own slick sticks to his skin, how it stains his boxers, how red his dick is and how he can see it physically throbbing.

He thinks of hands on him, soft and smooth voices, blue and amber eyes- 

The door to the bathroom opens and Caine freezes as footsteps echo. He desperately presses his watch to himself to try and silence it and it's rapid beeping and he manages to turn it off by biting at it.

He pants silently as he stares at the shoes that walk past the gap in the bottom of his door, his eyes widening when he sees familiar brown, smart dress shoes.

Kinger.

The teacher keeps going before he disappears into the stall right next to Caines and the small man feels his chest stutter when he hears a belt undo and the rustling of fabric.

He waits for the sounds of the man going to the bathroom to start, maybe that way he can slip out without being noticed.

"Uhm-" A goan, the sound of slick skin.

Caine goes rigid.

More slick sounds echo from the other stall, he hears a low moan and Caine has to grab his bottom jaw at how his arousal implodes in on itself at the sound of the other man-

Hes- he's getting off? Right next to Caine?

Another groan, more slick sound and Caine realizes that he is, that is exactly what's happening right now.

...Well Caine was here first.

With that thought, Caine shifts to press himself to the stall wall separating them and he begins to move his fingers again, hes blessed that his own sounds are masked by Kingers.

He shudders, eyes squeezing shut as he desperately fucks himself, his body tencing up the longer he listens to the older man.

He can imagine the sight, long fingers and a wide hand, his palm sliding up and down a long cock. Maybe his head is tilted back, maybe his eyes are closed and rolling behind his lids. Caine wants to see it- he wants to peak and see as the other makes wrings his pleasure out of himself.

He wonders if Kinger is imagining something, is he having fantasies right now? Is he thinking about Queenie while he fucks up into his hand? 

Moans, huffs, slick sounds of his hand moving over his cock, all of it sinks into Caine's body and it makes him burn hotter and-

"Mhh-" Kinger gasps, voice thready and rough. "Fuck- yes- so good for me-"

It's not directed at Caine, he's well aware of that, chances are Kinger is thinking of his wife, however Caines body doesn't get the memo.

Before he can take another deep breath in his orgasm is sweeping through him and destroying him, his legs clamping down on his own hand as he rides his high, a choked, barely concealed moan leaving him before he slams his jaws shut.

He really has to stop himself from reacting then when he hears Kinger suddenly let out a real moan and he assumes that the other man has cum too and he shudders as he listens to the mans harsh panting.

He looks down at his own open pants and winces at the mixture of slick and his own cum that's now staining his underwear.

Kinger sighs and then there's the sounds of fabric rustling and a belt being done up, before the stall door opens and his footsteps fade away to the sink, the tap turning on for a few moments. Then the door to the bathroom opens and closes with a 'click'

Caine waits until it's completely silent, before he pulls his hand out of his jeans and shakily stands to his feet. He stumbles, feeling lightheaded and slightly dizzy but he forces himself to take a few deep breaths as he gets himself straightened back out.

He opens the door slowly and lets out a breath as he finds the coast clear.

His walk to the sink to wash his hands might as well be a walk of shame.

!!!

For the next few weeks it keeps happening.

Caine will do something stupid either in front of Queenie or Kinger (or both) And then disappear before anyone can say anything about it.

He knows that they know something is up, they have this...look in their eyes whenever he does something and flushes, or every time his watch beeps at seemingly random times.

For crying out- at least once a week he has to run off to the bathroom just to jack off!

It was getting ridiculous at this point, stupid, he was desperate all the time, horny all the time and just- everything! All! The! Time!

He doesn't know how much longer he can keep this up, hiding this attraction from the others.

So, he makes a promise to himself.

He'll stop doing...whatever this is, and be a regular student.

When Kinger pats him on the back after a passed test, Caine will not get all flushed and stuttery at the praise. When Queenie helps him with his injections once a week, he will not get all stumbly and heated and run off to finger himself in the bathroom like some sort of degenerate.

Yes. He nods to himself as he settles in his desk for the start of the day. He can totally not be horny!

!!!

Apparently, his body decides to go against his amazing, totally fool proof plan. 

He sits at the front of the class once again, eyes following Kinger as he moves around the front, gesturing to the board behind him and talking and Caine tries, he really tries to pay attention but- god he's hard again.

His dick presses against the front of his jeans and even though hes just wearing a T-shirt, he still feels much too hot.

He's teeth are red and burning, his gums feel like they're aching and honestly he feels likes hes only two seconds away from cumming just like this.

He spread his legs to try and stop himself from grinding against himself, but that only presses the seam harder to the head of his cock, so he presses them closer together, but then that only makes him clench.

He closed his eyes and ducks down behind his laptop screen, feeling grateful for the fact that the rooms lights are dimmed so they can watch the movie on the board.

He tries to take notes, but every time Caine looks towards the teacher who's now sat on his desk, arms crossed over his chest and ankles crossed over one another, Caine feels a pulse of arousal.

He shifts again, wincing when he feels how wet he is, and he takes a deep breath in and then looks discreetly to the students around him.

The only person sitting in the front row with him is about five seats away from him, anyone else wouldn't even be paying attention to him and the angles hes at means-

What the heck is he saying? What, he's going to masturbate in the middle of class?

He looks again to Kinger, watching as the man, deeply focused on the large screen before him, shifts to get more comfortable, his crossed arms tensing and his biceps flexing through the fabric of his shirt and Caine thinks-

Yep. That's exactly what he's about to do.

With that, he moves his hand down-

Beep beep. Beep beep.

Caine winces and quickly turns the watch off, huffing to himself because if his watch is the thing that gives him away he'll never be able to go into public again.

He brushes that off and instead slowly moves the hand down carefully pressing his palm over his crotch, he ducks his head down once more to his laptop that's now on a dimmer light.

His eyes close and he begins to rub against himself in his jeans, fingers pressing hard to his dick, pressing the sensitive flesh against his jeans. He feels himself clench and more slick soaks his underwear. It's embarrassing. It's hot.

He rests his top jaw against his free hand, eyes lowering to the keyboard before him, the pleasure is soft, building up slowly in his stomach and spreading out through his limbs. He bites back a moan and presses his hand harder to himself.

He spreads his legs further subtly, and it allows him to get closer, fingers digging against his entrance and- he's close, he's close and oh he's going to cum isn't he.

He thinks of soft hands on his backside, large hands on his shoulders- and suddenly he can imagine being pinned by the grip. He can imagine being spread open on long fingers and being stroked by a gentle grip. The images assault him, hitting him hard in his chest, making his heart thud hard against his rib cage. 

He's close, so very close and all he can see is Kinger and Queenie looking down at him with marching expressions of arousal and heat. 

His eyes roll as he huffs and his gaze flick up to the board to see how much of the movie he has left-

Blue eyes are staring right back at him.

Caine cums.

He curls in on himself, the movement looking casual to anyone else if they were to look. He shudders through it, feeling his thighs grow wet and his dick twitch, over sensitive, before he shifts to lift his head again, hoping that maybe he had imagined it.

Kinger is already staring directly at right at him, arms crossed over his chest and blue eyes darker then they normally are.

Caine feels locked in place as he stares back, the realization of what he had just done settling like a heavy weight over his shoulders and making him shudder.

He's in so much trouble, he just knows it.

Without thinking about it, he's moving.

"Caine-" He ignores Kingers voice behind him, the way the teachers eyes fill with worry, all he focuses on is getting out of the classroom.

The shame is heavy in his stomach, making his skin crawl and jaws burn because why? Why on earth would he do that? Why would he think that would be okay?

Of course Kinger is going to expel him- god Caine was such an-

Ah. He moved too quickly.

He feels his heart rate speed up and he has just enough brain power to grab the wall before he stumbles and falls against it.

He doesn't feel his backside hit the ground, the impact and pain only registering a few moments after.

He thinks he says ow, or maybe he swears, but he's pretty sure he sees a student spot him and run back down the hall. He looks down at his hands curled in his lap, his black dipped claws flexing and he knows that he should have some sort of exercise that helps him breath but- he can't remember how to do it any more.

Caine feels loopy- his eyes buzz, his jaws ache and his mouth is kinda dry, gosh he would kill for a pineapple drink of some sort right now. Hm. Or anything sour really. He's pretty sure he has some green apple candies in his bag but he might have left it at home. Classroom. Where did he leave his bag? 

He hates the confusion, the words that slip from him without much thought and without his control. Random ends to sentences, letters that won't form quite right on his tongue. He clicks his tongue, then winces at the horrible sound, then does it again.

Oh, he is out of it.

Something touches his shoulder and he's being tilted, back and bare arms pressing to the cold floor, his knees are lifted but fall and struggle to stay upright, so they're tilted to rest against the wall.

Something is shoved under his head and then he hears voices.

They are distant, soft and careful, like they're asking him questions- maybe he gives them answers but honestly he doesn't-

Fingers grab his wrist, pressing against his pulse point, a hand moves to his chest and rests right over his racing heart. He blinks, then blinks again-

"Caine? Sweetheart can you hear me?"

He hums, and tilts his head towards the voice, feeling another hand touch his top jaw. "Hhh....ouuu....hm"

Soft talking that he doesn't even attempt to try and hear.

"Caine? Can you open your eyes?"

Something about that voice makes him ache so he forces his eyes open, feeling them roll behind his lids before he manages to look.

Kinger is sat near his folded legs, a hand stretched out and pressed against his chest while he stares down at Caine with concerned eyes. Queenie sits near his head, her one hand holding his wrist with her fingers to his pulse point, and he guesses that her other hand is resting upon his upper jaw.

He watches them for a long moment, seeing them look at each other, before Queenie looks back at him with a frown. "Caine? How are you feeling?"

"Warm" He says and he winces because he had almost said 'horny'

He shivers when fingers press along his teeth, his body shuddering. He can hear his watch beeping like crazy and honestly that seems to be making the other two more worried.

Kingers hand moves up again, fingers brushing against his collar bone-

"His heart rate is very fast" Queenie says with genuine worry now. "Maybe we should call-" Oh god-

"No" Caine croaks out, shaking his head and feeling his body burn. "No, no I'm- please don't call an ambulance"

"Caine- "

"I just-" His eyes flick to the chess pieces, his heart getting louder and stomach rolling the longer they look at him and touch him and-

"S-stop touching me" He says weakly and he sees them both tense up. "I need to calm down and I can't if-" He squeezes his eyes shut. "If you two keep touching me"

It's humiliating to admit that- honestly he kind of wants to lose consciousness right about now. He knows that he has to mention it though, the longer they touch him the higher his heart rate is going to go up and he can only imagine what would happen if he would have to go to hospital:

So Caine what brought you in here today?

Oh well I masturbated in the middle of class thinking of my hot teachers, got caught by one, ran away, passed out because of my chronic medical condition, and now I'm here!

....dude.

Yeah. Not ideal for him personally.

Thankfully though he can feel the hands that were touching him move away and he takes deep breath in at that, feeling his stomach already start to settle and the buzzing in his limbs begin to recede.

"Can we still talk?" Comes Kingers voice, only half joking and Caine winces.

"Um, sure just not about-" He flinches and stops talking, feeling gazes burn into his body.

"Caine" Kinger says softly, "We have to talk about-"

"Not here" Caine says, begs, quietly. "Please I'm- not here"

A hum, and then Queenies voice. "Did whatever happen cause this?"

Caine allows the question, simply because it's an easy one for him to answer. "Not really" He mutters and thankfully he can feel his heart rate begin to slow, his watch beeping not as frantically now. "I mean a little bit uh- mostly it was me running away af-after-" He stutters, burning with shame.

A hum, and then they all go quiet and Caine kind of regrets asking them to not talk. Now that theres silence his mind starts racing, his thoughts focusing on what event had led him up to this- him in the floor with two very hot-

No. Nope. Stop. Think about anything else.

Things like the exam next week, the assignment he has due tomorrow, the English paper he has to turn in.

Soon, his mind begins to calm and his heart settles to a sensible pace, he forces his eyes open and looks to Kinger and Queenie staring right at him.

His heart stutters, but he knows he can't just lay down again.

Could he?

"Okay" Kinger says quietly and his brow is furrowed, eyes locking on to Caines own too. "We should go somewhere more private"

Caine winces, and nods.

He sends a quick prayer to any and all gods that might be watching him, before he clears his throat. "Yeah okay let- let's talk"

!!!!

The smells of lavender fills his senses and for that's he glad, it gives him something else to focus on rather then how the two chess pieces are stood near the sink near the main door and talking in hushed tones.

He squeezes the plastic cup in his hand, the water almost spilling out from his grip. He sighs and carefully places it on the table near the bed.

He had been asked to lay down but honestly the idea of doing so makes him feel slightly panicked, he wants to be able to make a quick getaway if this conversation went- wrong.

He scoffs to himself self, there's only one way this conversation is going to go, he knows that.

They'll both call him a disgusting man, tell on him to the head of the school, and then he'll be kicked out for lusting after his teacher and his wife. It's a somber thought, one that makes his heart stutter and mouth go dry, but it's the most likely outcome.

He doesn't focus on the wetness between his legs- his arousal has definitely tanked for good now, but he still feels gross.

Gross about the fact he masturbated in the first place, the fact he did it so publicly, the fact he got caught by one of the people he had been fantasizing about. He's even more embarrassed about his get away, how quick it has been foiled thanks to his medical condition. How the two people that had caused this whole thing were the two to find and help him. 

He looks up to see them both still talking and he wonders if he could slip away without them realizing, there's a window to the back of the room and they're only on the second floor, maybe he could dive, run and change his identity.

Kinger turns and they make eye contact, his blue eyes bright and face blank of all emotions.

Nevermind then.

Caine watches as they both look at eachother one last time, and then they walk over to him. He shifts to stand himself, feeling almost cornered sitting in the bed with them towering over him.

"Caine- " Queenie says, raising a hand. "You should stay seated, you almost passed out"

Caine shakes his head and shoves his hands into his pockets, his fingers trembling "no- no I'll stand uhm-" He looks up to see Kinger staring at him with an unreadable expression and he winces. "I'm-" He looks down to his feet, eyes burning.

"Caine-"

"I'm sorry" He bites out, jumping in before Kinger can continue. "I'm- god I'm so sorry, I don't- I don't know what I was thinking I was just-" He squeezes his eyes shut. "I'm so, so sorry"

A hand touches his shoulder and he flinches away from it, moving back until his lower back hits the table. His eyes snap open to see them both watching with wide eyes and he feels his own burn. "I-"

"Caine" Kinger starts, hand out but not getting any closer to the younger man. "Breathe, your watch is going crazy"

He's right.

Caine takes stuttering breaths in and tries to settle his mind, gaze flicking from Kinger to Queenie over and over again until his heart rate relaxes.

"Okay?" He glances up to see Queenie perched on the bed, her eyes full of worry "Caine are you okay?"

He sniffles, wiping at his lower jaws in case any tears had fallen. He doesn't answer that question, but he stays where he is instead of running off like he so desperately wants to.

Kinger takes a deep breath then, reaching out to grab a chair and sitting down and Caine flushes slightly when he notices that he's completely blocked in, if he did want to run he would have to slide over the side of the bed.

"Caine what happened in class today?" Kingers voice is gentle. "Because to me it looked like you were-" He hesitates, eyes darting away. "Well, y'know"

Caine groans and looks away again, hands tight on the table behind him. "I....was" He says softly, voice shaking. "I'm... Sorry"

When he glances up he see Kinger nodding slowly to that, the wood of his face flushed and his eyes different to what they were before, but Caine can't place it.

"Caine" Queenie cuts in then, her tone equally as quiet. "That first day in here, were you... y'know?"

He flinches, teeth burning, then nods. "Yeah I - yeah" He might as well get this over with. "A-and with the injection, I was also-" He groans and buries his face into his hands, top and bottom jaw almost fully closing in his shame.

"Something has to be wrong with me" He says weakly, dropping his hands and looking at the other two with desperation. "I shouldn't be like this all of the time! I can't think, I can't breath! All I want to do is-"

"Get off?" Kinger asks and his eyes are dark now, the icy blue now closer to lapis. "All you want to do is get off?"

Caines body stills, his mouth goes dry and he can't look away from the man, feeling entranced by his face and how large his pupils are. 

Kinger leans forward in his seat, his elbows moving to rest on his knees while he stares at Caine. "Is that what happened in the bathroom?" Kinger asks and Caine feels his heart stop. "Last week? You just had to get off?"

Kinger knew. He knew that Caine was doing and he-he still got off? Kinger jerked off knowing Caine was doing the exact same thing in the stall next to him? How did he know? Maybe he saw Caine disappear into the bathroom and-

"I think that was my fault" Queenie says, placing one hand on the bed and leaning back on it, her leg crossed over the other. "I was a bit mean before hand, even made him almost pull off his jeans"

What?

Kinger laughs and look at his wife, eyes fond. "Ah, that's why he ran off like that, I did wonder why you texted me"

Caine stares as they both laugh, and he feels his stomach roll because they don't look mad, they don't look upset- they look relaxed and- and-

"Oh my god" Caine gasps and two sets of eyes dart to him and know he can finally, really see that look they have in their eyes "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Queenies chuckles, her gaze hot as it trails down his body and to his crotch. "Are you hard" Her eyes flick up to his. "Right now?"

He wants to say no, he want to deny it and get away because the conversation wasn't supposed to go like this- they weren't supposed to be relaxed like this. He hadn't planned what to say in this scenario- he didn't know there was going to be a this scenario!

But, in all honestly, he is. Achingly hard in fact. 

He nods.

Queenies eyes darken further. "Darling, go lock the door"

Kinger moves and so does Queenie, her body lifts from the bed and Caine can't look away from how her red blouse hugs her waist, or how her skirt, slightly shorter to what she normally wears, sticks tight to her wide hips and thick thighs. 

Caine gasps when a hand touches the underside of his bottom jaw, fingers lifting his face and forcing his gaze up. He had been so distracted by the womans body that he hadn't noticed her moving towards him until it was too late.

She's looking at him with half lidded eyes, her pupils dilated and her cheeks flushed, but the control she has over him is solid. "Sit"

Caine feels trapped as he follows the fingers on his chin, Queenie turning them until Caines back is to the bed and then-

A hand pushes him back and he falls, his arms flailing as collides with the mattress. He blinks, looking up to see Queenie now stood between his legs.

"Hm" She hums softly, her eyes darting up and down his body. "Very nice"

Queenie is suddenly crawling up over him and Caine can only grab fist falls of the sheet hes on to resist the urge to cover his own face.

His watch is really beeping now, loud and rapid but he can only focus on Queenie and how she's kneeling over him and- oh she smells good, like oranges and vanilla.

He shakes when a hand cups his lower jaw, his head is being turned and suddenly he's looking up into Kingers eyes. Hes on the other side of the bed to Queenie, leaning down at the side of them both and Caine is blocked in and he can't move, he can't get away.

"Oh my wooooord" Caine drags out, feeling his stomach clench and his body shake, his knees spreading wider to accommodate the body spreading them and his spine straightening to keep that hand on his jaw "This- this has indeed escalated"

Twin laughs.

Caine feels his heart rate skyrocket and his head falls back on the bed while he winces. "I- I might pass out, oh dear"

Two more laughs but then there is movement and suddenly he feels like he can breathe a bit easier. He opens his eyes again to see Queenie now sat up between his legs and Kinger the same beside his head, both giving him room to fully settle down.

"Sorry" He croaks, rubbing at his upper jaw. "I'm- not used to-"

"Well we'll have to change that" Kinger mutters and his hands move to his bottom jaw, fingers rubbing over teeth and Caine shudders at the feeling. "Won't we?"

Caine looks back to Queenie, then to Kinger, and he swallows roughly, his heart still much to fast. "Please" He whispers out weakly, his dick hard in his jeans once again. "Please"

Kinger and Queenie look at each other, their gazes dark, and Caine feels something like fear settle in his stomach (no, it's arousal, it's so much arousal that he begins to grow wet again)

Two pairs of eyes meet his and Caine bites back a whine.

"Looks like" Queenies chuckles."we're going to be having some fun"

Caine whines at that and he covers his jaws with his arms, shaking slightly from a mixture of embarrassment and relief.

"So-" His voice cracks and he drops his arms to the bed again, looking up at the ceiling. "So I'm not- in trouble?"

Kinger laughs and shakes his head, eyes bright. "No, no you're not" Then he pauses, eyes squinting "well, unless you tell someone, then you might be" that's...very true actually.

He hadn't thought about how dangerous it would be if they were to do this- if anyone were to find out then Kinger and Queenie would both lose their jobs right? Sure he's a adult, but their both in a position of power of him, therefore isn't it technically illegal? 

It's hot though, the horny part of his brain whispers, that fact they have so much power over you, they could do whatever they wanted and you would like it.

He silences that part of his brain, feeling his blood and bones shudder at the very idea of being at their mercy.

Queenies snorts a laugh, shaking her head. "And we would get in trouble, even more so then you would" she says, her voice speaking Caines own thoughts out loud. Her eyes dart to Caine then and he shivers when he notices that she's still between his legs. He swallows around the lump in his throat and shifts up into his elbows, giving her room to move up on the bed more.

Her eyes soften and she places a hand on Caine's knee. "Thank you" She says, then her eyes go more serious. "But, Caine if we are going to do this- you can't tell anyone"

Caine nods at that, "I know" He mutters back, sitting up properly. He stays close to Queenie so that he doesn't leave her touch. "I know that this-" He pauses. "Sorry, still can't believe there's a this"

Kinger laughs and Caine feels a knee press against his lower back and he looks to the older man now hanging over his shoulder to see his soft eyes. "Were you just planning to pine for us for the next four years?"

Caine sheepishly looks away. "...Yes"

Twin laughs, and they're lovely sounds that he has to hear more off, hopefully for the rest of his life. "Well you don't have to pine anymore" Kinger whispers to him, tilting his head. "If you-"

"Yes please" He rushes out, then flushes. "Um, I mean, yes?"

Kinger huffs, face full of amusement and then he looks at Queenie. "Anything else?"

Caine looks at the woman then to see her tapping at the side of her 'chin' looking like she's contemplating something, then she looks directly at Caine. "How far do you want to go Caine?" Her hand squeezes his knee and Caine's heart stutters. "Not just today but in general?"

Caine tries to think about it, trying to focus his mind and really go over the pro and cons but it's impossible when he can feel the different body heats caging him in and keeping him pinned. He hums, shifts, and nods to himself. "All the way" He looks away at his admission, to ashamed of his own neediness to look either of them in their eyes.

"I want all of it"

Silence. Then-

The hand on his knee moves up to his thigh and Kinger is suddenly close to him and-

His watch gives a deafening beep and he slaps his hand over it.

"I'm going to break this thing" He grumbles, ignoring the two laughs he gets in response.

!!!!

Should they have talked about it more? Yes.

Was Caine just a little bit to horny to talk about it? Also yes.

After receiving their numbers and getting added to a group chat with the both of them, Caine had somehow made it through the rest of his college day without incident. Sure, his underwear were still ruined, but at least he wasn't dying of shame anymore. 

When he had returned home, it had been much of the same, Kinger and Queenie sending him texts, asking him questions. They had all agreed that taking it slow was the best approach. 

Well, they had agreed to it, Caine wanted them to pull him into bed like, yesterday. 

But alas, he can be patient.

For only one day, apparently, before the urge to tease took over him.

Which is why he finds himself here just the next day, perched on Kingers desk while the teacher talks to him about random things. His class had ended a few minutes ago and he knows he should be leaving soon seeing as Kinger has the next lot of students coming in soon, but it's hard.

Caine finds is difficult to look away from Kinger in that button up shirt and sweater vest, glasses over his eyes and hands moving around rapidly as he talks. Honestly hes been half hard since this morning and he can actually feel the feeling begin to grow.

He watches for a little longer before he hums and waits until Kinger is close to him, before he reaches out

Kingers eyes flick down to the hand now wrapped around his tie and he follows Caines movement as the smaller man pulls him in, his blue eyes half lidding and Caine has feeling that he may have messed up a little bit.

Kinger ends up between his legs, his hands resting on the outside of Caine's thigh, long fingers curled against the desk. The younger man flushes and drops the tie, hands moving to rest against a sturdy chest while he tries to make himself look more confident.

"I-" He's stopped when Kinger suddenly raises a hand to undo his tie, pulling the knot down with fast movements and then off over his head. Suddenly Kinger is close to his face and Caine closes his eyes- shuddering when he feels something slide over his jaws.

"Hm" He blinks his eyes open and glances down to see Kinger doing the tie back up around his own neck, swallowing roughly when the knot rests right against his throat with enough pressure to make Caine shiver.

 "Now" Kinger whispers softly to him and his fingers clasp around the fabric and suddenly he's being pulled forward.

His own hands fly up to grip the one that's at risk of choking him and he pants for air, legs unable to close with Kinger stood where he is and he feels helpless to Kingers touches, his teases, and he loves it.

He can only stare with wide eyes up at Kinger, his body heating up more and more as he sits there. He feels a large hand move to press along his thigh, fingers squeezing at the flesh there and Caine kind of hopes that they'll leave bruises. 

"Will you be good?" Kinger says softy, barely audible over the sound of Caines beeping watch and racing heart. "And be patient for us?"

Caine nods, unable to to look away from those blue eyes even as he feels himself clench around nothing. "Yes"

Kinger raises a brow, "yes, what?"

Caine whines pathetically at that, his tongue heavy in his mouth, feeling just a touch pathetic for how hot that gets him. "Yes, I'll be good s-sir"

Kinger lets out a rough groan at the title, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment like he's in pain before they open back up, half lidded and slightly hazy. Caine is tugged closer by the tie around his neck, his body arching with it even as he scrambles at the hand keeping him captive. 

He stutters for air, but he loves the powerlessness that comes with it. How he has no choice but to follow the movements or risk being choked. 

"Hmm" A kiss is placed on his top jaw and he whines again, his legs pressing against hips and holding on for dear life "Good boy"

Oh god.

Kinger keeps tugging him until he has no choice but to stumble off the desk, his knees shaking so hard hes worried he might fall, then Kinger stuffs the tie down Caines tshirt, the only part visible being the silk around his neck

Hes gently shoved towards the door. "Run along now" Kinger says as Caine gets to the door and fumbles with the handle, fingers numb. "And keep being good for me"

Caine nods quickly, finally getting the door open and rushing out of the room.

He shivers as he walks, his dick aches, his hole throbs, he wants to cry from the little taste of pleasure he had received. He swallows roughly and feels that blasted tie around his neck.

He was so done for.

!!!!

The next day he decides that avoiding them is stupid, staying around them is stupid, and being left to his own thoughts are also stupid. 

Not matter what, he's constantly in a state of want. So why not lean into it? Besides, Kinger nor Queenie said he couldn't tease them, so was he really misbehaving? (Misbehaving, like he's a dog or and puppy or something, dear God what is wrong with him)

Which means, when Kinger has a day off, Caine decides to go and bother the other member of their little....thing. They really should give it a name, now that he thinks about it.

Like always he knocks on the door, and like always Queenie tells him to come in with a smile and cheer. He moves to sit on the bed and while he gets comfortable Queenie locks the door.

The last little add-on makes Caine shiver, especially when, with the locking of the door, Queenies eyes seem to darken and change. "So" she says quietly as she makes her way over to Caine, standing just in front of him. "What seems to be the problem?"

Honestly he didn't have one, he had just been to horny in his English class to think about anything other then getting here and seeing Queenie. Kinger hasn't got any classes today and Caine wonders if that's why he feels so hot.

Actually he's pretty sure there is something he's forgetting, something other then lust and arousal that brought him to Queenies domain, but he's can't place it, to distracted by how tight his body feels. 

"Caine?" He looks up just in time to see Queenie begin to- oh god.

He watches, frozen, as Queenie lower herself to her knees, her hands grasping his thighs and pressing them open. Caine stares with wide eyes, hand gripping his shirt right over his heart. "Hm-" He chokes on his own breath, unable to stop his legs from spreading.

"Something wrong?" She asks and her voice is smooth, teasing, and Caine feels dizzy with it. "You're looking a little flushed" Her tone in any other scenario would be soft and careful but right now Caine feels like he's being hunted.

"Roll over"

Oh god. 

Caine does with shamefully little resistance, his feet scrambling at the floor embarrassingly until he's completely on his front, hips twitching against the mattress and hands tight in scratchy blankets. 

He feels the hands move up his legs, to the back of his thighs, until they come up to his jean waistband, fingers tugging on the fabric until he gets the message and lifts his hips. 

They're unzipped and unbuttoned In quick movements and Caine shoves himself up on his tiptoes, before he feels them begin to be tugged down his hips. Caine shudders as they're pulled down to mid thigh- and then so is his underwear. They're bunched up under his cheeks and he buries his face in the sheets. 

He chokes when he feels hot breath on his right cheek, fingers grasping a handful of flesh and- god is Queenie going to-

He flinches at the sharp pinch and he snaps his head up and around to see Queenie still kneeling, an empty needle in hand and a smug look on her face. "T-day" Is all she says and Caines face bursts into flames.

"R-right" He manages, starting to push himself up-

Queenie darts forward and kisses when the needle had gone in, her invisible lips soft and gentle on his skin, before she stands to her feet.

Caine is left sprawled on the bed, jeans still down, boxers wonky, and way to close to orgasm.

!!!

Taking it slow they said.

Keeping it tame they said.

Caine thinks, and excuse his language here, that that was a bunch of poppycock!

He can't go a single day in class without Kinger asking him to stay behind to tease him, either with his hands on his shoulders or his back, rubbing over his clothed skin. Or Queenie calling him into the nurses office to 'check his heart rate' only for Caine to leave a stuttering mess because she had to call him a 'good boy' every time he obeyed her medical directions.

It was infuriating in the best way possible.

Yeah, when he would get home to his apartment he could sometimes have to bury himself in his blankets to avoid the urge to hump a pillow, and maybe sometimes he gave in and did just that while begging for Kinger and Queenie to touch him but honestly.

This was not his fault, they were both playing dirty.

And they knew it.

Kingers eyes would be a touch too bright after sending Caine on his way after a brush of his hand against Caine's shoulders, and Queenie would outright laugh at him when he would press his thighs together after she praised him.

So, he decided to get back at them.

Hence, this-

A black leather harness that went over his shoulders and under his pecs, around his upper stomach and across his back between his shoulder blades. The upper straps sat over his collar bones and if he shifted too much they would be on show (yes, he had tested that in his broken mirror at home. Sue him)

He's not one to do things like this normally. Actually he never has but- he's getting so desperate for something, that he's willing to resort to drastic measures.

Even if that means wearing said harness in class.

It's actually quite comfortable, he thinks to himself as he watches the slides on the screen, the weight of it on his skin, the feel of cold on his body. When he shifts he can feel it pull over his flesh and he wonders if there are going to be marks left on his skin once he's done with this little scheme of his.

The idea of having marks makes him burn hotter for some reason and he ignores it, instead looking back to Kinger.

He waits until the teacher is half way through a presentation, and until their eyes meet, to shift his right arm slightly so that the neck of his shirt shifts and cold air brushes his skin. He sees blue eyes dart to it, look away, widen comically and then look back, all while Kinger continues talking like nothing has happened.

Caine bites back a flustered laugh at his reaction, fighting even harder to do so when Kinger suddenly moves to stand behind his desk and Caine can't help but wonder if he's hard right now from just a slip of his shoulder.

The very thought of that, that he gets Kinger flustered enough to get hard in class, makes Caine have to squeeze his thighs together to fight of the arousal that threatens to spread through his body.

Kinger keeps talking while his hand reaches into his pocket to retrieve his phone and Caine hums in interest when he sees the older man begin to type at the screen. Kinger places the phone on to the desk and keeps going like nothing's happened when-

"Mr Caine please report to the nurses office" comes over the intercom, the voice crackling and very familiar and Caine distantly remembers that Queenie has a mic in her office.

Feeling a bit like Icarus, Caine ducks his head in shame and begins to gather his stuff because he has a very strong feeling he won't be returning to class any time soon. He throws one last look to Kinger, his stomach clenching at how dark his eyes are, before making his way out of the room.

He might have flown too close to the sun.

!!!

The door is cracked open when he gets to the office and he takes that as his cue to walk right in, shutting and taking the initiative to lock it behind him too. He looks around and catches no sight of Queenie and he wonders if maybe she wasn't here yet.

He moves to the bed and sits down on it, looking around the room and inhaling the scent of lavender once more.

He looks around again, hoping to catch sight of dark wood and long legs, but he sees nothing. He wonders then- maybe he's actually in trouble? Maybe he's actually upset Kinger and now Queenie is going to come in with the head of the college and-

A door opens and he turns his head, unable to see anything because of the privacy screen that's keeping him blind. He hears familiar heels and shudders, hands moving to fist in the fabric over his thighs.

He finally catches sight of her and he blinks, she looks no different then yesterday really, so he wonders why she had been hiding away.

Though when he looks closer, he can see what looks like sweat on her forehead and her blown pupils and Caine wonders just what Kinger had said to her over text. 

Their eyes meet and Queenie clicks her tongue. "Kinger says you been teasing him" She looks almost unimpressed which only makes him burn hotter under her gaze. "Apparently you're wearing something?"

Caine swallows roughly and nods. "I- I am" The confidence he had this morning has vanished entirely, feeling too pinned by the woman's eyes and too turned on by her words to try and be defiant.

Queenie hums, moving to the foot of the bed and grabbing a chair, the legs scraping against the floor before she sits down, crossing one leg over the other and her arms over her chest. Her blouse does very little to hide how her movements push her breasts up and Caine feels sort of like a pervert as he stares.

"Show me" It takes a moment for the words to register but when they do he gasps.

"What?" He gets out, half strangled, before he shifts to stand "I-"

"Kneel on the bed" Queenie nods to said object. "And show me"

Caine shudders at her tone, his hands shaking as he twists to look at her easier. "I'm-" He swallows. "What happened to going slow?"

He watches as amber eyes darken and he feels, suddenly, like a rabbit being stared at by a fox.

"Slow went out the window" She says, her voice deceptively soft. "When you decided to dress like a whore"

Oh.

Caine has to press his thighs together at that, his eyes wide and jaws dropping open. "O-oh-" He breathes, the word ringing in his mind louder and louder until that's all he can hear.

Without much else, he shifts onto the bed, moving towards the centre only to stop when Queenie curls her finger at him. He nods shakily and moves closer until he's right at the foot of the bed, close enough for the woman to reach out and touch if she so wished.

He gets up on his knees and fiddles with the bottom of his shirt, watching those eyes trail up and down his body before he decides- to hell with it.

In one swift motion he pulls his shirt up and off, dropping it behind him and shivering as the cold air hits his overheated skin. He sees a wooden face flush, the only clue that she's affected by this too, and he shudders when her gaze roams his body.

While going on testosterone had indeed smoothed out his hips and given him a more 'boxy' frame, his irregular gym sessions kept his waist quite thin and pulled in. He also has just a bit of meat on his bones, something that he had been proud to see, so his stomach is a bit pudgy.

He shifts his arms slightly, feeling the leather move with him, and the straps under his pecs move up to show his surgery scars. He flushes at that and goes to drop his arms, but Queenie suddenly shifts.

Her foot hits the ground with a click and then she's reaching out, her hand moving to run along his left scar, thumb presses over the off white skin with something like reverence in her gaze.

"Do they hurt?" She asks, her tone shifts to something soft and Caine presses into her grip, lifting one of his own hands to place it over hers, his heart racing but somehow also steady in his chest.

"No" He whispers back, and he doesn't know if he means now or ever. They were painful, but they didn't hurt. They didn't hurt like the scar on his knee did from the playground fall, nor do they hurt like the one on his left calf from when he burnt the skin making ramen.

These scars had been freeing, and every time he looks at them, he's filled with that feeling once more.

"They've never hurt" He says and Queenie looks up at him oh so softly that he has to glance away to try a hide his expression.

He feels the fingers move, rubbing over more straps and caressing his body until her nails brush his side. He jolts slightly, the feeling tickling him and he holds back a snort of laughter.

Then the nails scrape his skin harder and he arches into the touch, eyes fluttering against the feeling and jaws aching.

Suddenly Queenie is standing and towering over him, both hands on his body and touching him, his shoulders, his chest, his sides, stomach, back- no inch of skin is left unexplored.

Caine falls against her, gasping for air and head spinning as her fingers dance up his spine, each vertebrae is caressed and swiped at with firm touches. He curls against the woman, his hands grabbing tight fists of fabric at either of her sides while he tries to tame his expressions and reactions.

He is unable to, especially when her hand moves to the back of his invisible neck.

He lets out a choked moan, feeling fingers wrap around his neck from behind and he's pulled back by the grip and he finds himself unable to resist it. He gasps up at Queenie as she stares down at him, his eyes wide and hers half lidded.

"Hm" Her eyes dart to his throat, like she's inspecting it, even though she can't see it "You know what you would look amazing in, dear?"

Caine shakes his head- only to cry out when a knee is suddenly slipping through his parted legs and pressing right along his dick, his slick sticking his underwear to himself. "Oh-" He gasps, hips twitching and jerking as he tries to desperately get friction. "Oh- hmm-!"

A laugh, airy and bright. Then a kiss is pressed right against his Adams apple, the skin there being nipped at and he groans, the grip on his nape forcing him to look up at the ceiling as he shakes.

A wet stripe is licked up his neck, a bruise is sucked into his skin, and Caine can't- he's helpless to fight it.

"A collar" Queenie finally finishes and Caine jerks his thighs again, eyes rolling back at the very mention, his body throbbing with every sentence. "Would you like that? A collar? To show everyone you're ours?"

Throb.

"Keep it nice and tight so that it bruises?"

Throb.

"Use it to tug your around?"

Throb.

"You'll have no other option then to follow our every direction, wouldn't you Caine?"

Throb.

"Answer me"

The grip on his nape tightens and Caine whines. "Yes-!" He croaks, voice shot. "Yes, yes I would-"

"Hm, fitting. I mean you're already humping my leg like a dog"

Sure enough, when he takes stock of his body and movements, his hips are jerking along her thigh in desperate little stuttery movements, each drag making him burn hotter and grow wetter.

"Hang on dear" His jeans are being undone by the hand not keeping him held, then the thigh is being removed for his jeans to be shoved down, then fingers toy with his underwear and he nods to the unasked question. "Please-"

They're pulled down to and then the thigh is pressed right against his bare cock. It presses on the clothes trapped on his lower thighs, and it pulls him hard against smooth wood, his body unable to escape constant stimulation with the angle Queenie has him at.

"Please-" He whines out, eyes rolling back and body trembling. "Oh- oh god-"

He can't stop rolling his hips now, each thrust sending him closer and closer to the edge and he needs it-

Queenie presses against him, speaking against the underside of his bottom jaw. "Humping my leg like a dog" She whispers, her voice the only sound Caine can focus on other then the slick sounds of his grinding. "Is that what you are dear? A dog?"

Caine feels tears in his eyes as the shame that burns his stomach but he can't respond, to busy and too desperate to even think about denying the accusation.

"Or-" Her grip tightens, her thigh lifts and Caine shouts when the shift spreads him open on her leg, his cock rubbing hard against her supple flesh. "Are you a good little puppy?"

Caine's eyes roll back and he cums, hard.

He spasms and tries to curl in on himself but it's impossible with Queenies grip still on his neck- like she's holding a badly behaving dog he thinks half deliriously and it makes him whine. He clenches around nothing, slicking dripping out of him and his cock aching as he gives a few more jerky movements, his body numb and head spinning.

"Oh dear" Queenie laughs as he slumps on her thigh, his eyes blurry and heart racing just a bit too fast. "Steady dear- there we go" He's carefully settled into his backside on the bed, the sheets rustling behind him as he flops back.

He heaves for air, feeling too sweaty and too hot, his body feels like it is being weighed down by led, eyes buzzing. For a moment he's convinced that he's going to pass out and he groans, lifting a hand to the front of his face and beginning to tap each finger against his thumb

He's movements are sluggish and stuttery, but he's able to keep it up until his heart rate calms down enough for him to drop the hand. He blinks and looks up to see Queenie staring down at him with dark eyes and a smug face.

"So" She says, sitting on the foot of the bed and looking totally at ease with Caines cum still running down her leg. "Now will you behave?"

Caine swallows, jeans and underwear still down around his thighs, heart still racing and body still slightly numb.

"Y-yes" He croaks, watching amber eyes glow. "I'll behave"

A hand pats his thigh, like one would pat a dog. "Good boy"

!!!

Apparently, wearing a harness to tease one lover, and then humping your other lovers thigh until you cum, means that things speed up. 

Case in point:

Kinger and Caine making out in the formers class room.

Because why not. 

He grips Kingers shoulders tighter, arching his back as teeth bite and suck bruises into his collar bones, the hole of his shirt being stretched out even more with the way Kinger pulls at it. 

He pulls Kinger in tighter by the hold around his waist, ankles digging into his lower back, desperate for their bodies to touch as mush as possible. As his collar bones are marked up, large hands roam his sides and stomach, nails drag across skin, run over tencing muscles, and thumb at trembling flesh. 

He feels fingers move towards his chest and he stutters, curling up slightly as fingers pinch the little bud. "Kin-" His voice cuts out when his shirts is suddenly pushed all the way up. Then he yelps when he's pushed down hard on the desk, head hanging off the one side while Kinger attacks his chest.

Caine whines, eyes rolling back at the feeling of his stomach being kissed, his rib cage being biten. Hands keep moving, to his chest to squeeze, slip to his back to dig in and down. 

The different sensations rip into him, causing his hips to jerk and twitch, desperate for pressure, touch, more more more-

A hand cups his crotch and he cries out, head feeling back to stare at the ceiling above hm, one hand shooting to the side to grab that edge and the other shooting up to grab the edge his head rests on. 

A palm grinds against him and he whines, unable to stop the sound from slipping out, more noises following close behind when Kinger just keeps on digging in. He's not wearing jeans today, seeing as it always seemed to make his life harder, so the elastic wait band of his cargos is easily pulled down and off. 

He shakes the whole time, heart running a mile in his chest and vision spotty but he ignores all of it, even when his watch starts beeping.

"Caine-" Kinger says above him, half amused and half concerned, but fully breathless. "Are you-?"

"Don't stop" He begs, still rolling his hips against nothing, underwear stuck to his hole and thighs wet. "Kinger- please don't stop- "

"Fuck" Is croaked out above him, blue eyes narrowing, before Kinger pulls at his underwear. "Can-" The teacher laughs at his frantic nodding, tossing the underwear away and stepping right in the space provided to him. 

Caine watches, very dizzy and very hazy, as Kinger digs into his own jeans, pulling his cock out and the sight of it makes Caine whimper, eyes unable to look away from the length. It's long, longer then Caine though it would be and girthy and the younger man wonders if he would even be able to wrap his hand around it. 

The older man shifts, his cock moving with him to come rest right over the top of Caines crotch and the smaller man gasps at the heat he can feel from the flesh pressed against him. His dick looks even longer here like this, the leaking head resting just below his belly button and the sight of it makes him shudder because oh god Kinger is massive compared to him.

He watches as Kinger gives himself a few strokes, body shuddering at the feeling and blue eyes fluttering, before they focus on Caines southern region. "What do I call this?"

Caine huffs, roiling his hips. "I don't- I don't know just-" He tries to take a few gasping breaths in but it proves difficult. "God I- hang on-"

Kinger hums above him, and then Caine feels a hand rubbing over his stomach, the touch light and careful and Caine focuses on the rough skin pressed against him.

Thankfully it doesn't take long for his heart to settle and he lets out a long breathe, looking down his body. "You can call it anything" He whispers back softly, then thinks about it again

"Uhm, actually maybe not p-pussy?"

Kinger hums, eyes on Caines crotch and fingers drifting down, brushing against the very top. "So-" Eyes darken. "Cunt?"

That, for some reason to Caine, is hot. 

He nods then gasps when a finger presses right on the top of his dick, sliding and dragging along the twitching tip "And this?" Kinger sounds much to smug about this, but it's hard for him to fight back when the sensitive head is being abused like this. "What should I call this?"

"Dick" He gets out, chest heaving, "I'm- Kinger please-"

Something hot and heavy presses alongside his dick and he jolts, looking down to-

Caine almost cums from the sight alone.

Kingers dick presses right against his own, every roll of his hips presses the length of his own through Caines lips and right in to his swollen dick. 

The sight hits Caine first. The pleasure hits after.

And boy does it hit. 

His back arches and his slams his jaw shut, terrified that he'll scream and expose them because they're still in Kingers classroom, anyone could walk in at any moment (no, the door is locked, but that is not the point) 

Hands grab his hips and suddenly he's being- god it's like Kinger is actually fucking him. 

He can feel every drag against his ho- his cunt. His dick being rubbed right up against one so much bigger then his own and every movement makes a sound escape from him. Even when he covers his closed jaws with his arms, sounds are punched out of him without his say so. 

His legs are suddenly grabbed and spread outward, enough to make his hips click, and then hips are slapping against his. He lifted from the desk on each thrust, his back hitting the solid wood over and over and Caine can't do anything more then cry out. 

Incoherent sounds of pleasure leave him- ripped from his chest and torn from his throat easy as pie. Tears fill his eyes and he has to open his jaws to let them fall, vision doubling and toes curling. 

"Hm, hm I'm- fuck Caine I'm close-" The moan above him sends him over the edge, the way his voice is said, like Kinger is kissing and caressing each letter, it's to much for him to handle.

He goes over crying, back arching and legs aching to close but Kinger doesn't let them, his cock still dragging over and over, even after the smaller man had came.

Caine sobs, gripping the desk once again while he casts his gaze to the man still faux fucking him. "Please-" Caine whines, mismatched eyes full of tears. "Sir, please-"

Kinger himself jerk and-

His large hand wraps around his cock and his hips shifts back and down and Caine feels something press again his hole, but it doesn't enter him.

Then warmth. 

Caine shouts when he realizes what Kinger had gone and done. 

"You-" He whines out, feeling cum spread into him, especially when Kinger lifts his hips off the table, all while continuing to jerk himself off into him. "Disgusting-"

Kinger laughs at that, sweat on his forehead and humor in his eyes, even as he lets Caine lay back down fully. He places his hands on either side of Caines waist and leans down, kissing at his top teeth and chuckling down at whatever he must see on Caines face. 

"You're one to talk" He grumbles and Caine flushes, feeling Kingers spend begin to leak out of him. "You came in here and dared me to kiss you"

That...is very true yes, he did do that.

Caine winces, then huffs. 

"Still" He grumbles, but his arms move to wrap around Kingers neck anyway. "Pervert"

Kinger laughs again, head tilting to kiss one of Caines outstretched arms. 

"Your pervert"

!!!

Queenie: come to Kingers classroom early today sweetheart

You: oh! Okay, is there something wrong?

Kinger: oh quite the opposite

You: oh dear okay then

The moment he steps into the classroom, he spots Queenie and Kinger near the latter's desk, both looking relaxed and excited when they spot him. 

He walks in, closing the door- "lock it please" Ah. Okay then.

He swallows roughly but does just that, clicking the lock in place and then turning to look at his two lovers, eyes darting between them the longer they continue to stare back at him "so" He starts, shifting on his feet as twin gazes burn into him. "What's...going on?"

Kinger hums, leaning down the side of his desk and then pulling out a black, plain bag. He holds it loosely on his fingers, gesturing to Caine. "Get dressed" He states, not asks.

Caine stumbles over what to say before he settles on saying nothing, instead making his way over to grab the bag, ignoring the heated looks he receives when he takes it.

He looks into the bag, teeth instantly going red and gums burning when he notices dark leather and buckles. "O-oh-" He chokes out, looking back up to his two partners. "I'm- really?"

Queenie laughs, leaning back against the desk she's sitting on like she's getting comfortable. "Very" Her voice darkens, her eyes even more so "strip"

Caine swallows around the lump suddenly in his throat, looking back to the door even though he knows it's locked. "Right...now?" He can't help but ask, wanting to make sure, needing to make sure.

Kinger nods, Queenie hums, and Caine shakes. "Okay then"

With that, he places the bag down on the floor and pulls his T-shirt over his head in one swift motion, letting it fall to the floor. Then he trail his hands to his pants, quickly getting them undone and shoving them down. He pause at his underwear, glancing between the other two. "And these?"

"Yes" Queenie says, and she sounds breathless, Kingers knows leaning forward in his seat like he's watching an interesting show. 

Caine nods at that, letting his underwear drop without much thought. He takes him a moment to realizes what he's completely naked now in front of people he met only a few months ago, but honestly it make him burn. 

His ho- cunt. His cunt aches. 

Ever since Kinger had called it that, Caine found it hard to focus on anything else when getting off at home, especially considering that half the time he was fucking himself on his fingers. 

Instead of dwelling, Caine forces a deep breath and then reaches into the bag, hands grasping what he can now see is black leather. He hums and tilts it in his arms until he finally understands what goes where, and then does he beging to dress.

Each drag over his skin makes him shudder, goose bumps breaking out all over his body as he stands there, hands tightening buckles and straps until its snug and tight. He fumbles every now and again, the pleasure to much and so much at once for him to really focus on anything other. 

His thighs are wet, shamefully so, but he only shudders and continues 

When he's finished he has to groan, pleasure running down his skin the longer he stares at him self. 

Thick leather stretches over his upper stomach, just below his pecs, and reach behind his back, crossing over itself. It goes down and around his hips, then down again and around his thighs. Going up towards his neck are thinner straps, resting at the very top of his chest and going over his collar bones, attaching to the cross at his back. 

He brushes his fingers over the leacher, the soft but durable material making him shift and shudder as he moves this way and that, just to feel the way his skin is pulled at. Something about this- being dressed up in leather and paraded around like some sort of prize cattle makes him want to curl into a ball, but also spread out and bask in the gazes. 

Speaking of.

He looks up to see Kinger and Queenie both staring at him and his teeth burn, his thighs press together best they can with he leather on them, all while he nervous fiddles with his fingers. "Is...it o-"

"Maybe I should cancel class" Kinger blurts then, eyes wide and wooden face red. "I mean- everyone is doing well right? They can afford to miss a lesson"

Queenies laughs, rolling her eyes. "Be patient dear just-"

"I can't" Kinger croaks, eyes narrowed in on Caines cunt. "I can't be patient"

Then, something passes over the woman gaze and Caine goes rigid, his back going straight. "Hm" She mutters, eyes scanning the desk before she looks back to Caine. 

"Come here" He's moving before he even thinks about it, taking stumbling steps towards the woman and stopping just before her, shuddering at the loud groan he can hear from Kinger.

Queenie runs her fingers over a strap, then hums again. "Get under the desk"

Caine's breath stop, and Kinger moans. 

Oh god. 

"Hurry now" Queenie says and she is looking at the clock on the wall now, her whole body just radiating smugness. "The rest of the students will be here soon"

She stands from the desk and Caine scrambles towards it. He falls to his knees and shuffles under the desk, chest heaving as he see Kinger sit down just before him, their eyes meeting and Caine can see just how flustered Kingers face is. 

He hears rustling and he wonders if Queenie is scooping up his clothes, before the bag is placed back in to its original place and Queenie ducks her head just enough to catch Caine's eyes. "Be good now" She says with a wink, turning to place a kiss on Kingers cheek, before her footsteps walk away 

Caine hears a door unlock and open, and then voices. 

On what must be instinct, Kinger rolls closer. Legs going under the desk and suddenly Caine is pinned, sat on his knees, hands having to rest on thighs to keep himself steady, while Kinger talks above him. 

He wonders what the man looks like, is he red in the face? Is he keeping his composure in front of his class while one of his students huddles between his legs?

Caine presses his thighs together, feeling more slick gather, before he looks at the bulge in the mans pants. He forces himself to listen to the conversation above him, even as he allows his finger to move 

"-like I said, there is going to be a quiz today, you may work in pairs but apart from that, you are not allowed to talk with anyone else, the quiz will be on the video we'll be watching in just a moment, so make sure to pay attention" his voice is level and steady and Caine huffs-

Well he's going to have to change that. 

His hands move up towards the bulge he can see and Caine watches as legs tense, then spread even further apart. He grins to himself as he begins to play with the tab of Kingers zipper, pulling it down teasingly. Then his hands pull the button loose, fingers moving to open the material. 

He bites back a groan at the sight of Kinger cock straining against the fabric of light grey boxers, a spot of wetness right where the head of his cock has to be. Caine swallows the saliva building on his tongue, then shifts closer. 

He licks strip over the wet fabric, soaking it with copious amounts of slick, eyes fluttering at the taste of the other man in his mouth. He continues to lick over the other man, until the urge for more overwhelms him. 

He's reaching out and pulling the underwear down before he can even truly think about it, a rough sound escaping him at the sight of that long cock bobbing free. 

Instantly he's on it, mouth wide and eyes fluttering when the weight of the other man presses on him, slick skin rubbing over his tongue. The taste is stronger now, spreading over his taste buds and running down his throat. He hums around the dick in his mouth, eyes closing when he feels a hand resting on the top of his jaw. 

He kind of wants Kinger to grab him and fuck into his mouth, regardless of everyone else in the room, but instead he settles for bobbing his head on Kingers cock. 

The sounds are covered by the sounds of the video playing on the big screen and Caines wonders if that was intentional on Kingers part, only to jolt and gasp when something hard presses right against his bare cock. 

Caine shakes, one hand moving down to feel it out, only for his body to behind burning up when he realizes that it's the Kingers foot- brown shoe and all. 

Caine stays frozen, head still bobbing but slower now, as the foot presses harder against his cock. He jolts, hips twitching, but the rough treatment on his sensitive skin is borderline painful now. 

He keeps rolling his hips regardless, one hand moving to grab onto Kingers leg and he humps-

He whines, the sound barely audible. The humiliation burns his stomach, sets his whole body alight with the knowledge of what's happening right now- what he's doing simply because he can.

He's humping Kingers foot like a dog while hiding under his desk in the middle of class. 

He's dripping onto the floor beneath him, his cock aching where he roughly rubs and grinds against the leather. Slick spreads down his thighs but he can't stop. His lungs ache for air as he swallows around Kinger still in his throat, the ache to get closer, the crawl into his lap and beg for more is overwhelming. 

Instead of doing that, he focuses on fucking himself on Kinger.

Tears fill his eyes as he swallows around his mouthful, saliva dripping down his jaws to land in his lap. The angle Kingers foot is at can't be comfortable, but Kinger doesn't seem to be bothered by it.

The foot shifts, the cold press of leather sliding through his folds and the tip presses in-

Caine moans, and both men freeze.

There's a few murmers in the classroom and Caine listens with a thudding heart and a cock still down his throat, until the whispering dies down. With the coast clear, he tilts his head and presses down harder, the front of his jaws pressing right to Kingers stomach. 

Kingers hand, still on the top is his head, tightens and suddenly Caine can't pull away from the grip. 

He chokes silently on the warm fluid that fills his mouth, spilling across his tongue and behind his teeth with enough force to make him jolt, eyes closing when some of Kingers cum hits them. 

It only adds to his pleasure, his throat aching with the heaviness of the load he has to swallow and honestly- he fucking loves it. 

His head is released and he pulls his head back, shifting to rest his chin on Kingers knee and adjusting himself so that he can really begin to fuck against the leg he's still pressed again. 

He fumbles with pushing up the pants leg Kinger wearing, gasping and body shaking as he stares at the smooth wood. He lifts himself up further, legs spreading and then hea pressing close to bare skin. 

He has to bury his jaws in Kingers thighs at the sensation of warm skin right on his cock and slick entrance, but he still fucks himself harder and faster against the skin. 

Every grind makes him have to bite back sounds of pleasure, every burst of pleasure that shoots up his spine makes his back arch and thighs tremble. He feels close already, his stomach twisting and rolling, his head is spinning and he feels dizzy, but he can't stop- the pleasure is so addicting that the very idea of stopping makes tears spring to his eyes.

The closer to the gets to the edge, the more the ache in his cock worsens, his arms shake where they're grabbing as Kingers thighs, his legs ache, his eyes burn. His heart is beating much too fast and he knows it's a race against his own body to make sure that he finishes before he passes out.

He grinds, he twists, he bites back even more sounds-

A hand is grabbing his chin and it's being lifted, his eyes forcing themselves open just in time to see blue eyes looking down at him though a tiny gap, gaze dark and eyes hard. 

That look- those eyes- that face-

Caine cumes so hard he blacks out for a moment, coming too right when his peak begins to crest and he grabs his jaws, fighting back the sounds that threaten to escape him, all while his hips keep twitching against the mind numbing pleasure. 

Caine slumps over when he's done, body limp and head spinning as he shudders against Kinger, arms dropping and head resting on soft thighs. 

The hand strokes over his top jaw, fingers rubbing overheated skin, and Caine smiles to himself at the feeling, closing his eyes to let the feelings wash over him. 

!!!

He sits on the floor long enough for his legs to go numb and for his body to grow tired, head still resting the best it can on Kingers lap. He doesn't sleep exactly, but he's so wrung out from his orgasm that he drifts in the land between the both. 

Finally, he comes to when a hand taps his shoulder. He blinks and opens his eyes, leaning back as the legs he had been resting on move away. He watches as Kinger slides off his chair, kneeling before him, blue eyes soft and shiny. 

"Hey" He says, voice just as soft as his eyes. "How are you feeling?"

Caine hums, shifting across the floor until he gets closer to Kinger. He grins when arms wrap around him, and hes pulled into a lap. 

"I'm good" He says, closing his eyes and resting against the man's shoulder. "I'm so good"

The chest he's leaning against rumbles with a laugh, and then he's being nudged. "Think you can get dressed and head over to the nurses office?" His voice is lower, promising something dark that Caine feels settle in his stomach.

The younger man shudders, and nods while taking a deep breath in."absolutely I can"

With that, they both climb to their feet, Kinger helping Caine lean back against the desk while he moves towards the bag near the side. While he does, Caine moves to one of the straps to Begin taking the harness off, only to stop when Kinger clicks his tongue. 

He stops, feeling his face burn as he glances up to see Kinger holding his clothes out to him with a raised brow. "Did I say to take that off?"

Oh.

Caine swallows around nothing, but he reaches out to take the bundle in shaky hands. He gets dressed without much issue, his body still feeling shaky. Sure, he did this very thing not that long ago, but there was something about the other two picking out a harness for him to wear like this. 

He stands before Kinger, seeing blue eyes move up and down his body, before he nods. "You better get going" He says, but his voice is soft and sweet when he says it. "Queenie wants to see you"

Caine understands that that is not a threat but honestly, it might as well have been. 

He gives one more nod, then pauses, stepping closer to the teacher and leaning up to press his closed teeth to the man's cheek. "I'll see you later?"

Kinger leans down to kiss him harder, the feeling of it making Caine shiver. "Yes you will"

With that, Caine leaves the classroom, the feel of soft leather pressing on his skin giving him a bounce in his step. 

!!!

He gets to the door and doesn't even get to knock before a door opens and a hand is grabbing him.

The yelp he lets out is embarrassing, especially when it turns into a whine when hes shoved back against the door, his head tipping back. "Que-"

He's forced to shut up when a face presses against his neck and hand immediately presses against his front. He jolts, a gasp escaping him as his over sensitive flesh is touched again. 

The hand fumbles with getting underneath his clothing, fingers immediately pressing into his hole. "Oh-!"

The fingers spread him open, press against his walls, and curl hard towards his stomach. The whole time Queenie is silent against him, her body not moving.

He scrambles at her back, desperate to get a grip on her, his voice shaky and his eyes fluttering as he tries his best to find the words. "Qu-Queenie please I- let me- please I wanna-" He cries out then her wrist presses against his dick, the poor flesh aching something fierce. "Queenie-"

"What do you want?" She finally speaks and the sound of her voice, dark and low, makes Caine whine. "What do you want, Caine?"

"I want to do something for you-" He gets out in a rush, his eyes blinking rapidly and his head spinning. "Please I want, anything for you please let me-"

Finally, her tough facade breaks and she moans, her fingers stopping their movements inside of his cunt. "Are....are you sure?"

Caine is quick to nod, his hands moving to grasp the woman's hips. "Let me- anything please-"

Queenie seems to consider it, then she nods and steps back away from Caine, her fingers slipping out of him and she uses her still wet fingers to curl towards Caine as she walks backwards. "Follow, puppy"

Shamefully, he does. 

Caine stumbles after her, heart racing in his chest and stomach twisting, watching as Queenie gets to the foot of the bed and sits down, her legs spreading wide and her skirt shifting up with her movements. "Down boy"

Like a loyal dog, Caine falls to his knees, a long drawn out whine ripping itself from his chest, his whole body shaking and his hips twitching against nothing.

Queenie hums, tilting her head to the side while she studies him. "Strip" Caines goes to stand, and she clicks her tongue. "Stay down"

Caine flushes bright at that, but he does as he's told. He pulls off his shirt. Then shoves down his jeans and underwear, his thighs clenching together when his sensitive skin and flesh is exposed to the air of the office. He immediately crawls to spread legs, resting his chin on the woman's knee and looking up at her with wide wet eyes. 

"Please" He says again, watching amber eyes dilate. "Please, please let me-"

Queenie takes a deep breath in, her chest heaving slightly, before she nods once and her eyes flick down to her crotch. "Eat me out" She says, her voice low enough to make Caine shake. "Be a god boy now and make me cum"

Caine moves quickly, his hands move up the womans spread legs to hook in to her underwear. He stares as black lace is revealed to him, the crotch area damp with slick and he's almost tempted to lick up the woman's essence through her panties. 

Instead of doing that, he pulls them down and away, before he leans closer and allows his tongue to fall out of his mouth. A hand is placed on his top jaw, the woman's other hand moving to shove her skirt up further. 

Caine catches a single glance of Queenies pussy, before hes blind. 

His arms move to wrap around thick thighs, his mouth instantly filing with the the taste of musky sweetness that soaks his jaw and drips down his chin. He can't help but wonder if Queenie was this wet because of him. Was it him in this harness? Him under that desk with Kinger? Him begging to pleasure her? 

Either way, he intends to make her happy. 

His licks deep into her core, his eyes rolling back when she moans above him. He swipes along her inner walls, his one hand leaving her thigh to instead press and roll her clit. 

His head is squeezed in-between strong legs and his lungs stutter, but he's only doubles down his efforts to swallow down the slick that pours into his mouth. Some drips down his chin, mixing with his saliva and falling on his own thighs. He keeps going, refusing to pause even as his breathing stutters and his vision goes spotty. 

"C-Caine-" Queenies voice is breathy, her gasps of pleasure reaching his ears and it's all he can focus on. "Baby- you- oh god you're so good for m-me aren't you?" 

He whines at the praise, tears in his eyes, and he presses his tongue in deeper, aching all over to get as deep into her as he can. The urge to taste, to feel, to love on her overwhelming him. He can hear his blood rushing through his head, his stomach and lungs protesting against the treatment he's forcing on them, but he ignores them. 

He needs her to cum on his mouth, the need her to finish on him and soak him in her juices. Smother him with her pleasure. Nothing else matters. Not the wheezes escaping his chest, not the pounding of his heart, only her.

The legs on his shoulder tighten, the hands in his head grip him harder, heels dig into his back. She's shaking on his tongue now, her clit is quivering, her walls pulsing and he knows she's close. He tilts his head, presses harder with his fingers, and lifts his eyes up. 

She's staring down at him, her face flushed, sweat on her brow, and eyes half lidded. At the sight of her face, he moans, the vibrations moving through her core and he can only watch, hypnotized, as her head is thrown back in pleasure and then she's cumming.

"Caine-!" Her slick soaks his face, her thighs go rigid and he can't move or breath or anything-

And it's perfect. 

He licks her through it, pulling his hand away from her swollen clit and eating until her trembling stops, before he carefully shifts back. 

He keeps his hands on her thighs, watching her chest heave as she treat to catch her breath. Caine scans her, mouth still open and his baby still shaking, unable to look away from such a captivating sight. 

After a long while, amber eyes meet his own mismatched, and her whole face softens. "Oh, puppy" 

He whines at the nickname, curling in on himself and shaking apart, hips twitching for some sort of friction. "I-" His voice cuts out and he has to swallow the saliva in his mouth to try and speak. "I'm- Queenie-"

Hands cup his jaw and lifts his head, forcing his to stare up at the woman with hazy eyes. 

"Good boy" She whispers, voice breathy. "Such a good boy for me"

Caine shakes, feeling his own slick drip down his thighs and it's humiliating to be this wet. Chances are he's sat in a puddle of his own pleasure, and it only makes him burn. 

"Come on, up on the bed now"

Caine can barely feel his body as he moves to stand, knees clicking and back still curled as hes guided up on the bed, falling on to his side while a hand pets his back, fingers running over the straps of his harness. 

He takes long, deep breaths, his heart slowly beginning to calm. He hears a soft laugh and he forces his eyes open to look at the source. Queenie is led beside him now, skirt pulled back into place and looking disheveled but pleased. "You okay?" She asks, her voice soft. 

Caine flushes because despite everything, having her look at him like that is what makes him warm. "Yeah" His voice is croaky, but he ignores it. "I'm so good"

Queenie laughs at that, leaning over to kiss his jaw. When she leans back, she stays closer then she had been before, her breath hitting his face. "...what are you doing tonight?"

Caine hums, rolling his shoulders back and shifting on the bed, his dick aches but he forces himself to ignore it. "Nothing, I'm in front with all of my classes so-" He tilts his head, best he can. "Why?"

He watches her expression change, almost like she's nervous, her eyes darting away and then back. It's odd to see her so unsure, seeing as this is the same woman that called him puppy no more then ten minutes ago. "Do you- and there is no pressure but....do you...want to spend the night with Kinger and I?"

That gets his attention.

Immediately he's shoving himself up, head spinning from the sudden movements. "Wait you mean like-" He goes red in the face. "L-like actually....having.....sex?"

Queenie giggles at his expression, sitting up with him and cupping his face "yes" She says, eyes flickering between his own. "Yes Caine, would you like to have actual sex with us?"

"Yes" He moans out, to aroused to feel ashamed of how eager he sounds. "God, yes please"

Queenie laughs again and Caine kind of wants to set the sound as his ringtone. "Perfect" Her eyes darken, her tone drops and he feels pinned in place as she leans closer to him. Her fingers dance around the edge of his teeth, nails scratching at his gums. "Ready to be a good puppy for us?"

Caine whines, core throbbing, and nods. "Please"

!!!

The rest of the day, his mind is elsewhere. 

He struggles to focus in his English class, his mind racing with too many scenarios and ideas as he sits on his chair, his body overheated and his heart thudding against his ribcage as he checks the clock over and over again, watching the minutes pass.

He hadn't been lying, he is in fact very forward in all of his classes, all of his assignments are up to date, all of his exams have been revised for. 

He's excited for tonight. He's terrified. He's so very desperate. 

His phone buzzes with a message and he quickly checks it to see the group chat. 

Kinger: we'll be waiting down the road near the corner store. Make sure you're quick

Queenie: what he means to say is that he's very excited and very eager and he's half hard right now

Kinger:...that is true, I am 

Caine grins at that, sending back his own message.

You: I am to. Excited I mean

He shoves his phone into his pocket then, tapping his foot as he shifts in his seat. His flushes when the harness runs against his skin- Queenie had forbidden him from removing it and it's amazing against his body. 

He presses his thighs together, watching the clock close.

!!!

He's not ashamed to say he runs to the car.

He spots them easily enough, they're stood together near the wall and taking, their faces close together and when Caine really looks he can see Kingers hand on Queenies side, his long fingers playing with the top of her skirt. When he gets close, two pairs of eyes flick to him and their faces light up.

The two move, looking around before Kinger opens the back door and he gestures for Caine to get in. He does quickly, falling against the leather seats and sitting at still as he can despite the way his body trembles. He breathes shakily as they both get into the front, and his whole body feels warm when Kinger looks back at him from the driver seat. 

"Ready?" His eyes are soft, careful, but the younger man can see the concern and worry in his eyes. 

Caine smiles back, his hands tight in his jeans and his bag tossed to the floor. "You have no idea"

Twin laughs, and then the car begins to move.

!!!

His heads been spinning ever since he's been shown to their house and guided to their room. His watch, the stupid thing, had already beeped three times in the car ride over here.

Though that might be down to how Queenie had been rubbing her hand on Kingers crotch in the front seat. 

But who knows.

He stands nervously near the bed, looking at the grand four posters, the soft cushions, the thick sheets. He shifts on his feet, his socked toes feeling the plush carpets under foot and making him hum. 

Hands, warm and soft, come up to his shoulders and grasp them, thumbs press into his shoulder blades and instantly he goes still 

"You alright sugar?" Queenies voice comes right next to his upper jaw and he shudders. 

Beep beep. Beep beep. 

...that stupid watch.

There's a laugh across the room and Caine tilts his head to see Kinger, now shrugging off his shirt, and staring at the both of them with fond eyes. "Getting that flustered already Caine?"

".....Sorry i did not hear a word you just said" Caine blurts, only half joking as he stares at a bare chest. 

Twin laughs, his heart speeds up. 

His watch beeps.

"Oh for-" He angrily undoes the strap, shoving into his pocket before he looks back up to the two staring at him with matching amused expressions. 

The hand on his shoulder moves down, trailing down his spine, the touch making him shudder as nails press against his clothed skin. 

"Is that safe?" Kinger asks and Caine is to distracted by the woman's touches to even try and reply.

"Well just have to keep an eye on him" Queenies says and her over hand begins to fiddle with the bottom of his shirt. 

Oh he's in so much trouble. 

He allows the shirt to be tugged up and off his head, his skin going chilly in the air of the bedroom. He feels twin gazes on his body and shudders, letting out a weak sound when he's suddenly pressed between two bodies. "Oh my word" He croaks out, hands pressed to Kinger bare stomach. "Oh my-" 

Warm, naked skin presses against his back and he whines, his body buzzing when four hand begin to pull him this way and that. His jeans are removed, his underwear is stripped off of him. He legs are spread and he doesn't know who but a hand spreads his lips apart and he shudders, feeling a thick finger press right along his dick. "Oh-"

He almost falls when fingers press into him, his throat aching with the sound that's ripped from it. He vaguely realizes that Kinger has moved away when he's shifted. 

Hes pressed forward and he allows himself to fall, his hands resting on a mattress just as more fingers press inside of him and curl. He cries out, sweat beading on his upper jaw as he blinks, trying to clear his vision. His eyes are spotty, his stomach twists in the best way possible and he crumbles to the bed. 

He manages to stay on his elbow, bent at the waist while Queenie keeps fucking him open on her fingers, the sounds of his slick cunt being fingered echoing in the room while he shakes and whimpers. 

He's grabbed then by the harness on his chest and- oh he can't fight it. 

He's pulled up on the bed, his body is pressed to the sheets and a body covers his back. Something hard and heavy presses against his cunt from behind and he lets out a broken moan. "Please-" He shouts when it presses deeper, spreading him open and in and-

He's pulled up by the back of the harness and suddenly he's full. 

Oh he's so full.

Caine sobs, unable to moves thanks to the grip still on his harness and suddenly he's being fucked in to. Hard. 

The sounds are punched out of him, his body being lifted with each thrust and he can't breathe-

"Hm, slow down Kinger"

Why?

"Why?" He whimpers out when Kinger does just that, his eyes popping open to flick about until he spots Queenie. 

She's naked, sat against the headboard with her legs spread and on her hips is a strap, covered in lube and long and thick and Caine can't look away. 

A hand moves to his chest, right over his heart, and behind him Kinger grunts. "Your heart is going too fast" He groans into his ear, kissing his shoulder. "You need to calm down"

Caine huffs and forces his gaze up to Queenies eyes, begging with his entire face. "Please" He whines, hips twitching. "Please I need- I'm okay please just- please please please-"

Queenie hums, looking half bored as she lazily strokes her fake cock. "Beg more puppy"

He's let go of and he falls forward, hands on the bed and his jaws trembling. "I'll be a good puppy" He promises and they both moan and Caine can feel how the other man throbs inside of him. "I'll be such a good boy, I'll be such a good puppy- your puppy please ma'am please-"

Amber eyes squeeze shut, like she's in pain. "More"

Caine shudders, "Please I'll- I'll do anything if you fuck me please-"

"Fuck" Kinger bites out into his shoulder and Caine can feel the man twitch. "More of that puppy, come on-"

"Please fuck me" He drops his head down, he doesn't know who he's begging anymore. Them? The gods? The universe? "Please I need it, I need to be fucked open and-and spread open and- please please-" 

Queenie moves, eyes to Kinger. "Front" 

Without missing a beat Caine is grabbed and ripped back, his legs flying open and he's pulled up and- He sobs when Kingers slips out of him, only to whine even louder when hes suddenly pressed chest to chest with Kinger. 

Fingers presses back into him, and he clings to Kinger, tears falling from his eyes and his fingers digging into a strong back and the fingers are moving out and then back to his-

"Oh fuck-" He whispers, eyes going wide when a fingers presses in-between his cheeks and against his other hole. "Oh fuck oh fuck-"

"Okay?" Is asked against his back, and he nods, catching Kingers eyes and hoping that the man will take mercy on him and press back into him. "Yes, please oh my god please-"

He wails when, as a finger presses into his ass, Kinger presses back into his cunt. 

He cums. 

It's deafening. 

A smaller hand presses to his chest, replacing Kingers own, and there is laughter next to his ear. "Are you going to pass out?"

He can't speak, he realizes with a tiny amount of shock, his voice has been completely stolen from him and he can't even get a word out. The cock inside of his throbs, the fingers- three? When did- inside of himself spread and open him up, before they are pulling out of him. 

"Sorry about the fast prep" Queenie says behind him, her voice doing nothing to hide her desperation as her still slick hand moves to his hip, grabbing the leather there. "But we're both too excited to really wait"

He can understand that, he thinks while still half dazed as something hard and solid presses against his backside. A hand cups his face and flits it and Kinger stares at his face, his blue eyes blown and half lidded in pleasure. "Okay?"

Caine nods, tears still dripping from his jaw as he gasps for air. "P-pleeeease-"

Kinger nods, hand dropping to grab his waist-

Kinger pulls out just and Queenie pushes in and Caine blacks out for a moment. His head goes limp and his body goes loose-

He's snapped back when they both fuck into him, his body going rigid and his eyes popping wide open and he screams.

It's not a flattering sound, nor an attractive one- it's one he can't hold in. One he can't stop from escaping him. It's a sound of pure ecstasy. 

"Good puppy, barking so beautifully for us"

He doesn't know who says it, and it doesn't matter. Not right now. 

They don't take turns moving in and out of him, no they both fuck up into him and pull him down by his harness and he can't fight back- doesn't want to fight back. 

He's babbling. Incoherent sounds are fucked out him while increasing in loudness and Caine can't breath anymore. He can't think or talk or-

The hand on his chest moves to his neck and he feels two fingers press to his pulse point and for some reason that makes him sob harder- the fact the despite how they're fucking him, they are still taking the time to hold him and check on him.

He scrambles at the body in front and behind him, hands sliding against sweaty skin and he doesn't know if it's them or his hands that are making it hard to grip, but either way it's amazing. 

A hand grabs his, moving it to his stomach as they both pull him down on their cocks and sure enough he can feel them. His skin bulges with their combined size, the lump hard and heavy. 

"-good so good I'm so- please oh my- fuck fuck- please please- sir, ma'am please I need- please don't stop please don't stop-"

Is that him? Is that his voice so high pitched and shot? Is that how he sounds while he begs for his two lovers to fuck into him? While they spread him open in every way possible?

He can see pale and dark wood. His own white skin is sweaty and flushed. 

He can't - he needs to-

Fingers wrap around his cock and he's being jerked off. 

He arches against the feeling, a shriek tearing from him as the orgasm is fucked out of him and he's barely able to notice how he gushes around Kingers cock, his fluid dripping down onto the sheets below. 

Kisses are placed against every part of his upper body. Bruises are sucked into his skin. He aches, his dick hurts, his cunt throbs he-

Kinger fucks hard and fast into him, his head presses against Caines own as his cock spears the smaller man open, his cock twitches and Caine hears him shout. He's filed to the brim with warmth, the mans cum filling him up at the deepest part imaginable and Caine can only sob at the feeling, eyes rolling back as Kinger fucks into him a few more times. 

Then his front is empty and he's pushed forward on the bed. 

He grips the sheets for dear life and Queenie fucks him hard and fast, his ass has to be red now with how hard Queenie is fucking into him but all he's does he throw his head back. "Please-"

Queenie bends over him, her soft sounds reaching him and it's addictive to hear her like this- to hear both of them like this. His eyes move to see Kinger sat to the side, his eyes wide as he watches the sight of his wife fucking his student.

Fingers wrap around his dick and Caine bucks. "One more" Queenie croaks behind him, hips never stopping or pausing. "Cum on my cock one more time puppy"

"Such a good boy Caine" Comes Kingers voice. "Such a good little puppy for us, you can cum again yes?"

Yes. He thinks as his jaws close and his tongue sticks out from between his front teeth. Yes he can be a good puppy. 

He cums so hard his head feels like it pops, and then-

He passes out.

!!!

"-to rough I mean he's passed out dear that seems-"

"His heart rate is slowing down now but....yeah we might have been a bit too enthusiastic"

".....It was so hot though-"

"Fuck it really was"

Caine snorts a laugh at the conversation he can hear over head, his eyes fluttering open while he continues to giggle. "I'm fi-" He coughs, voice rough and scratchy in his throat. Immediately hands are on him, the one that had been holding his wrist moves to his chest and another moves to his back. 

He's gently pulled up to sit and he hums when he feels himself rest back against a soft chest. "Hang on puppy, Kinger is getting you some water" The hand on his shoulder moves to his chest, pressing right over his heart and he realizes that he's completely naked now. 

He forces his eyes open fully when the bed dips next to him, blinking and looking to see Kinger now sat on the bed with a glass of water in hand. "Here you go" Caine takes it in his shaky hand, his heart fluttering at the sight of a straw. He takes small sips of the water until it's completely gone, the cold settling in his stomach and making him sigh. 

He leans fully back against Queenie, flushing when she laughs and wraps her arms around his waist to keep him close. "How are you feeling?" She asks and Caine hums, really thinking it over. 

His lower back aches, his legs feel slightly numb, and he can't really feel his southern region but despite it all-

"I feel good" He murmers back, smiling wide when Kinger moves to get next to him, pulling a blanket up and over their legs. He's tired, but not enough to actually sleep he's finding. 

He passes his empty glass to Kinger and the older man places it on the beside table, before he too wraps an arm around Caine. It's an awkward position, it can't be comfortable for either of them, but they both still seem reluctant to let Caine go. 

It's amusing to the small man, especially when he feels kisses being pressed to his shoulders. He shudders at the feeling, even more so when fingers presses against the bruises he can feel have bloomed on his skin. 

They lay there for a few minutes without speaking, and it doesn't feel awkward or uncomfortable like Caine might have thought, and it's strange. Caine's used to just leaving after sleeping with someone, or maybe even waking up to an empty bed and a note with a number on that he'll never call. 

He wonders, quietly and to himself, if this is what love is.

He gently presses that thought away, not because he thinks it's untrue, but because he's too content to worry himself over one thing or another. 

He cuddles in-between Kinger and Queenie, listening as they make conversation and chiming in when he feels it necessary. He hums when a hand brushes over his lower jaw. "Hm?"

"I said-" Kinger laughs, his blue eyes bright. "It's Saturday tomorrow, did you want to come with us for lunch to the park?"

That makes him blink. "...can...is that okay?" At the end of the day he's still a student. Kingers student even. If they were to get caught-

"We want you to" Queenie says on his other side, her hand moves to rub over his chest, her thumb pressing against one of his surgery scars. "We'll be careful"

He wants to be smart about it, he wants to refuse and say that it was too risky and that he couldn't but-

"I would love to" 

The twin laughs he gets in response, and the way the couple hugs him tight enough to make him squeak, is more then worth any issues or trouble in the future.