After a long, nasty divorce. Kinger had become a shell of his former self. His life depended souly on his routine of: wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast, work, eat lunch, work, go home, eat dinner, sleep.

He could feel himself falling into a repetitive depression but just couldn't find the willpower to change. He was alive and he was single. What else does he need?

Nothing he presumed. His friends thought differently. Jax, Zooble, Gangle and Ragatha had been with Kinger all throughout his divorce. They supported him, stood by him and tried their best to keep his spirits high. During these past few months they had made an effort to invite him out or to have fun game nights at his home. Ragatha and Gangle even brought him home cooked meals when he had been eating instant noodles for a week straight.

Kinger really was grateful for his friends. They always knew what he needed and were there for him when nobody else was. He trusted them with his life and had learnt not to question some of their mad ideas or suggestions for games and outings.

That's probably why he agreed to this one so easily.

It was a cool autumn evening and the five friends were walking through the town. A
destination was clearly set in mind as the group walked and talked through the streets.

"Are you sure this is a good idea Jax?" Kinger asked

"Of course it is! You my friend, need to let loose. It's been almost half a year and you're still moping around. Trust me, all you need is a little spice in your life. It'll do you good!" The purple bunny said confidently. Kinger wasn't convinced.

"What Jax is trying to say is that we think you deserve something like this. It's just a bit of harmless fun after all!" Ragatha tried to reassure him.

The chess piece looked at her nervously but ultimately decided to trust his friend's word. They had never led his astray before after all.

"Okayyy we're here!" Jax declared.

The group looked at the single story, colourfully lit building before them. Suggestive LED signs hung in the windows in bright pinks, reds and blues. The faint sound of seductive music could be heard from inside the building and above the doors hung a bright white sign that read 'THE AMAZING DIGITAL STRIP CLUB'.

"Why is it called that?" Gangle asked.

"Ugh. I don't know it's just what it's called! So, we going or what?" Jax said, opening the door for the others.

"I'm still not sure this is the best idea..." Kinger said

"Oh come on it's not that bad! Look, we'll go inside, have a few drinks, stay for an hour, then go. Alright?" Zooble said impatiently

"Me and Zoob have been wanting to check out this place for aggeessss!! Please don't chicken out now!" Jax begged.

Ragatha rolled her eyes and pushed past the rabbit, entering the strip club. Jax grinned and trotted after her, quickly followed by Zooble. Kinger and Gangle exchanged a glance before too, following their friends inside.

The strip club was a lot more sensual than Kinger expected. Several brightly coloured lights projected onto the stage in the centre of the room which had four or five silver stripper poles poking out of it. In the corner of the room Kinger could see a bar, with multiple people crowded around it. The rest of the room was dimly lit with some tables and chairs placed sporadically around. Although a few seats were empty, most were full and along the walls there were several booths for seating bigger parties.

"We're over here guys!" Jax waved to Kinger and Gangle from one of the booths near the stage. The two sat with their friends as they all took in this new environment.

"Is this place amazing or what?" Jax said excitedly

"I'm thinking 'or what'." Gangle said, recieving a jab from the rabbit.

"So this place is new?" Ragatha asked

"Yeah. Just opened two weeks ago. They've got some of the hottest dancers here. Guys and girls." Zooble explained.

"Speaking of the dancers, that white, spidery one with the fluffy chest really knows how to look good on a pole..." Jax bit his lip as he eyed the male dancer on stage.

Ragatha rolled her eyes at his antics. "Hey. Bunny boy. Maybe stop drooling over the dancers and go get us some drinks." She said

"Ughh fine..." Jax groaned "Kinger you come too. I need help carrying everything."

"Oh- erm. Right."

The two got up and went over to the bar, trying their best to navigate around the other people.

Eventually they got to the bar and placed their drinks orders. As they were waiting to collect them however, the lights of the club dimmed and a high-pitched voice made an announcement.

"Ladies, gentlemen and horny fucks of all kinds!! For our next dancer we must remind you to please make extra sure to keep any stray bodily fluids away from the stage! hehehehe... it's time for the star of our show!! Our beloved Sweettooth!!!"

Kinger looked to the stage out of curiosity as a single pink spotlight highlighted a figure on a pole. 'Circus' by Britney Spears started to play and several wolf whistles could be heard from the crowd.

The dancer was illuminated by the spotlights and Kinger could finally get a good look at him.

He was a fairly short character with teeth for a head and alluring heterochromatic eyes. He had a strong chest and possibly the smallest waist Kinger had ever seen. His legs were thin and beautiful, their shape highlighted by his tight leather pants. His broad chest was barely covered by a small harness and his lustful gaze made Kinger's heart do flips.

As the music picked up, 'Sweettooth' moved his body around the pole, gyrating his hips and grinding against it in time to the music as he danced. Kinger watched as the dancer scaled the pole, running his hands along his body with his legs wrapped firmly around the piece of metal. He flipped upside down and Kinger felt a flutter in his chest when a long, hot tongue slithered out of his mouth and ran along his lower jaw seductively. Sweettooth spun around so his body was facing the crowd. He moved up and down against the pole, putting on quite the show for his audience.

Kinger was completely hypnotised by his erotic movements. He took a few steps closer to the stage, completely forgetting about Jax and the drinks. He just wanted to get a closer look at this dancer who was doing unthinkable things to his heart. It didn't even occur to him to hide his very obvious blush as he was so entranced by this man.

Sweettooth ran a hand along his body as he spun eloquently on the pole. Basking in the praise and cheers from his crowd. He didn't have any shame nor anything to hide. Speaking of which...

The dancer bent down and slowly began to remove his leather pants. This was a strip club after all. And it always drove people crazy when he showed more skin. He kicked the pants off and arched his back against the pole, making an expression that could only be described as downright pornographic.

Looking over the sea of faces, he felt a strange sense of pride as he admired all of the blushing horny fucks he had managed to draw in. One in particular had his eyes glued to him as if this was the first time he'd ever seen a stripper.

Sweettooth gave a sly wink to the man whose face went red with embarrassment.

Aw... cute~

Kinger immediately looked away but only for a short while as he did not want to miss a single second of this performance.

Did he just wink at me? Oh god I knew this was a bad idea. He probably thinks I'm the biggest creep in this whole club!

Regardless, Kinger kept on watching and the stripper kept on dancing. Kinger was so enthralled he didn't even notice Jax coming up next to him.

"Hey! Kinger! I need your help with the drinks!" The rabbit said.

"Huh...? Oh- erm, right. Yeah sure..." Kinger followed Jax back to the bar but never took his eyes off of the man on stage. Even once they had gotten their drinks he made sure to keep watching the performance.

At some point Kinger just kind of spaced out and stopped walking, desperate to focus all of his attention on the stripper.

Jax rolled his eyes and was about to start dragging him to the table but then he had a thought. The rabbit looked at Kinger's flustered expression as this 'Sweettooth' worked his charm on the crowd. He had not seen Kinger blush that much in... well, ever. He was infatuated with the dancer, Jax could see it in his eyes.

The rabbit smirked to himself as an idea popped into his head.

Eventually the song ended and the two made it back to their table.

"You two sure took your time." Zooble grumbled, having a sip of their cocktail.

"Sorry about that. Kinger over here was gawking at that 'Sweettooth' guy." Jax gestured to the chess piece.

"W-well I don't know if 'gawking' is the right word..."

"Are you serious??! Kinger, dude, you couldn't even walk straight when he was on stage! It was like you were a mindless robot that was programmed to drool all over that man's every movement! It was honestly kinda scary..." Jax shuddered dramatically and Kinger blushed

"I don't really see what the big deal is." Ragatha said. "That little jester waitress is much more attractive than any of these dancers~"

Zooble rolled their eyes and Gangle smiled at Ragatha.

"Maybe you should try and get her number!" The ribbon creature suggested.

"Oh no no it would be rude to ask whilst she's working! I don't want her to think I'm a creep! Besides, she probably gets it a lot and I don't want to make her uncomfortable."

"That's a very mature approach Ragatha." Kinger complemented.

As the others continued to talk, Jax excused himself and went over to the dj booth where Bubble, the person making all of the announcements was sat.

"Hey, I wanna arrange a lapdance." Jax said.

"Great!!! Our prices vary depending on who you book. So, who's the lucky dancer?" Bubble grinned in a high-pitched voice.

"That 'Sweettooth' guy. The dance is for my friend over there. He recently got out of a messy break up and he needs someone to show him a good time." Jax winked and Bubble chuckled.

"Oh hohoooo you got it dude! A dance with Sweettooth will be $30. I'll send him over right away!"

Jax payed and thanked the bubble and returned to the booth.

Bubble then floated over to the dressing rooms and knocked one of the doors.

"Hey Caine! You've got a client!" He called.

"Already? It hasn't even been five minutes..." Caine smirked to himself. He must have left quite the impression this time.

"Yeah some guy at table 9 wants a lap dance for his friend. So be sure to leave him breathless hehehe..."

Caine flashed a smile to Bubble.

"As if I'd do it any other way~"

Caine confidently strutted his way through the club as he made his way to the table. He had changed his outfit to some black tights and a lacy top that made no effort to cover any parts of his chest.

Caine always enjoyed this part of his job. Being able to woo a client in a one on one session. Turning even the strongest of people into a begging, flustered mess for him. It was almost too easy.

He approached the group at the table and smiled at them.

"I don't mean to interrupt but which one of you lovely individuals requested a lapdance from me?" He eyed everyone on the table trying to deduce who would have asked for him before finally setting his sights on the king chess piece who seemed red in the face from his presence alone.

Caine gave him a lustful look and took a step closer to the man.

"Mmmm... was it you handsome?~" Caine put a hand on Kinger chest and lent against him, pushing them both into the seat.

"I-I-I didn't- erm. I don't think I-"

"Yeah that's the one! Honestly you shoulda seen his face when you were on stage. I just knew if he got a dance from you he'd love it." Jax jeered

"W-wait Jax YOU paid for- Eep!"

Kinger was cut off by the feeling of Caine wrapping his legs around his waist and sitting in Kinger's lap.

"Ahhh yes I remember you now... you're the cutie who was gawking at me during my performance~" Caine brought a hand to Kinger's face and rubbed his thumb against his cheek. "How could I forget such a cute little flustered face?~"

"I-I... I wasn't gawkIINGG-!" Kinger tried to keep his composure as Caine rolled his hips in Kinger's lap.

"I really don't mind... having your pretty eyes on me makes it all the more thrilling~" Caine lent closer to Kinger, his breath feeling hot against Kinger's blushing face.

Kinger was frozen in place as Caine moved against his body, teasing him. He was trying so hard not to let something lewd slip to this stranger, especially in front of his friends. Caine saw how nervous he was and smiled.

"You know handsome... if you really did enjoy my show so much I would just love to give you an exclusive performance~" Caine looked at him with desperate eyes. His expression melted Kinger's heart and unleashed a flurry of emotions. "Why don't you come with me into one of the private rooms and I help you unwind a little~ of course, if you'd prefer I can always offer you my services out here but I'm sure you'd much rather have me all to yourself~"

Caine's tongue snaked out of his mouth once again and teasingly licked along the lower part of Kinger's face.

The chess piece let out a whimper at the feeling, sending a warm shudder through Caine.

Oh he liked that~

"Well then... what do you say...? Do you want to find out what I can really do when I can focus all of my attention on pleasuring you?~"

The stripper looked at him with lust tinted eyes. Kinger felt like putty under his gaze; barely able to think for himself.

"O... okay..." he managed to quietly say.

Caine smiled at him and pulled the man to his feet, making sure to stay as close as possible to him at all times.

"Good... right this way then hotstuff~"

Caine led Kinger behind a curtain to a new area of the building. It was a fairly long corridor with several doors stretching down it. Kinger assumed these must be the private rooms the stripper had mentioned.

Caine unlocked one of the rooms and Kinger stepped inside, soon followed by the smaller man. Kinger's blush worsened as he took a look at the room he was in. In the centre of the room was another stripper pole. There was also a comfy-looking red couch facing said pole. Rose petals were scattered around the room and some soft music could be heard playing in the background. To his right, Kinger saw a desk with several sex toys and kinky items laid across it. Then finally, by the wall there was a king sized bed with silky red sheets and fluffy white pillows.

"Don't worry, we won't be needing any of that today." Sweettooth said, gesturing to the desk.

Caine guided Kinger over to the couch and sat him down. He then straddled Kinger's lap and started running his hands up and down his body, feeling along Kinger's ridges and curves.

The chess piece just sat there, red in the face, terrified to even make eye contact with the man in his lap.

"Mmm... you must be awfully hot in this robe~" Caine tugged at the fluffy collar "Why don't you go ahead and take it off?~"

"O-oh I-I-I erm... w-well ahh~ I-I just-" Kinger stammered awkwardly as Caine played with his robe.

"Aw... flustered already? But we haven't even gotten to the main act my dear!~" Caine teased. He began to open Kinger's robe, still sitting in his lap. The other man didn't fight Caine's hands as they slowly revealed Kinger's wooden chest to the stripper.

Caine let the robe sit around Kinger's waist, not revealing any more than his hips. Caine ran his tongue hungrily along his bottom jaw as he took in the sight before him.

Kinger's body was quite long and slim. His chest was smooth but still clearly defined. Caine ran his fingers along it, making Kinger shudder at the touch. He then moved his hands lower, enjoying the feeling of Kinger's smooth wooden body. Oh how he longed to feel more. To see how far the pretty wood grain patterns went.

Maybe another time...

"My dear... you are simply stunning..." Caine complimented. Kinger flushed and watched Caine's hands move along his body. The stripper began to move his hips in a circular motion once again, earning a small gasp and moan from Kinger. He desperately wanted to buck his hips at the feeling, craving that warm contact between their bodies.

Then, Caine grabbed Kinger's hands and placed them on his waist.

"You can touch me you know... despite what you may think, I don't bite." Caine giggled at the irony of his statement whilst Kinger got accustomed to the new contact.

This guy's waist was so small... he could probably wrap his hands all the way around it if he wanted to.

"I'm guessing this is your first time having a lapdance?" Caine said

"Y-yes..." Kinger blushed.

"Don't worry cutie~" he tilted Kinger's head to look at up him "I'll make it an experience you can't ever forget~"

Caine got off of Kinger's lap which made him whine at the loss of contact.

The stripper then moved onto the pole and began eloquently flaunting his body to the flustered chess piece who simply couldn't tear his eyes away. It almost felt rude to stare at the man as he contorted his body against the piece of metal, removing items of clothing as he did so.

"Mmmm you like what you see?~" Caine blew a kiss to Kinger who instantly looked away, his face a shameful shade of red.

"W-w-well I-I... uhm...  Y-you your're very- err... y-yes..." Kinger mumbled and blushed. Sweettooth smirked at Kinger, proud of himself for managing to fluster the man so badly.

Caine removed another layer of lace, leaving him in just his panties and hat. Kinger's body felt extremely hot at the sight and he didn't really know how to react. He just knew that whatever he was looking at, was turning him on in all the right ways. Caine crawled over to Kinger; his lustful gaze never faltered.

"You know.." Caine started "It's just now occurring to me that I don't know your name, handsome."

The smaller man rested his denture head on Kinger's lap and looking up at him with pure desire in his eyes.

"I hope it's as pretty as the rest of you~" Caine began kneeding his hand into Kinger's thigh, sending pleasurable shivers though his body.

"M-my name is... K-Kinger..." he said, eyes glued to Caine's hand.

Caine briefly moved his hand up to Kinger's inner thigh, causing his breath to hitch, before returning to the previous motion.

"Such a lovely name~" He leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "I bet it'll sound even lovelier when I'm screaming it~"

"O-oh my..." Kinger looked away again as he tried to think of a less embarrassing way to process what Caine was doing to him. "W-what's your name?" he asked at a desperate attempt of a distraction.

"Ah ah ah... I'm afraid I can't just tell you something as sensitive as my real name just like that. As much as I would love to hear you moan it over and over again, I just can't give it out so carelessly. I'm sure you can figure out why~"

Kinger blushed, feeling stupid for asking such a personal question to a guy who was just doing his job.

"R-right yes that makes sense. I suppose it wouldn't be very safe for certain people to know your civillian name. Aha.. ahhh~!"

Kinger's sentence got cut off into a whine as he felt the stripper's hot breath against his crotch.

"Aw... such a clever boy...~" Caine teased him with both his words and his actions.

That little bit of praise sent a shiver through Kinger as he turned beet red. Luckily, Caine could see how much he 'appreciated' the compliment as there was now a raging boner directly in Caine's line of vision.

"Well, someone's excited~" Caine ran his tongue hungrily across his lower jaw and Kinger looked down, mortified.

"O-oh god I... I AM SO SORRY SIR!! I-I really didn't think that would happen like that I-I just-"

"Hey, hey... calm down handsome~ you're fine. Really, it's flattering that I've got you so worked up~" Caine lightly teased Kinger's clothed erection, causing the taller man to let out a breathy moan.

"And I liked it when you called me sir. Do it again~"

Kinger whined at Caine's whispered commands and nodded.

"O-okay... sir..."

Caine groaned at Kinger's words and leaned further into his lap.

"Ohh Kinger you really know how to get a guy worked up~"

Kinger blushed and froze at the compliment.

"I-I, uhh... t-thank you sir..."

Caine pushed himself up Kinger's body and leaned heavily against his wooden chest. The other man moaned softly as Caine pressed against his throbbing dick.

"Ah~ S-Sweettooth you... ah~ You're awfully close to m-my..."

"To what? Your dick?~" Sweettooth lightly grinded against Kinger's erection, earning a whimper.

"Oh Kinger baby you make the cutest sounds when you're pent up..." The stripper grinned then continued, "You know... I would just love to know what other noises I can ween out of you~"

Caine teasingly licked across Kinger's neck and nibbled it slightly, making Kinger whimper with delight.

"Mmm and I know just how I'd do it..." Caine eyed Kinger's cock briefly, causing the other man blush furiously. "I mean... it certainly isn't the service you paid for but... oh you've just been so good for me! I'm sure if I were to give you just one little blowjob, it can be our little secret? Right Kinger?~"

The Chess piece seemed stunned by this offer. "I-I'm sorry, I don't quite follow. A-are you... offering me a free blowjob?"

"Why of course!" The stripper said enthusiastically, "As I said, you've been such a good boy and I'd hate to make you go back to your friends in this state~"

Caine gestured to Kinger's erection and began to slowly slide down his body as Kinger watched him, both captivated and nervous.

"We still have about 10 minutes until your session is over... there's definitely enough time to have a bit of fun~"

Caine slowly pulled down the rest of Kinger's robe, finally setting his eyes on Kinger's needy cock. Half hard, Kinger was definitely on the bigger side when it came to size. Caine would be lying if he said he wasn't a little bit turned on watching the beads of precum drip down his dick.

"S-Sweettooth you, uhm...~" Kinger didn't know what he could say as the stripper grabbed his cock and stroked him slightly, getting him fully erect. He whimpered pathetically, his noises bordering a moan.

Caine stopped his motion and eyed him slightly as a warning. "Look, I'm technically not supposed to be doing this. You paid for a lap dance only and usually I'm supposed to charge extra for special treatment. But dammit you've gone and got me all worked up. So, if you want this. I'm going to need you to keep quiet for me. Can you do that baby?~"

He flicked his wet tongue over Kinger's tip, causing a breathy moan to escape his lips.

"Y-yes sir..." Kinger panted. He stared half-lidded at Caine, desperately craving the contact between his dick and Caine's mouth.

The smaller man smiled at Kinger before taking his whole length in his mouth. He coiled his salivating tongue around Kinger's dick and sucked, hard. Thoroughly enjoying the taste of precum running down his throat.

Kinger threw his head back at the feeling and quickly brought a hand to his mouth to suppress the moan that escaped his lips. God it felt good. His body felt hot as Caine kneaded his thighs whilst bobbing his head up and down on his cock.

And fuck the sight was like no other. Kinger mewled pathetically as he watched Caine practically worship his cock. The stripper would work his way up the length of the dick only to stop at the tip and rub it against his tongue several times, before continuing to deepthroat him. The power bottom would then look up at Kinger with lust filled eyes, as if silently begging for more.

"Ah...~ ah o-oh Sweettooth~~" Kinger let out a low moan as his dick hit the back of the stripper's throat again.

Caine hummed softly at Kinger's noises, sending small vibrations down the length of his cock. Oh how Caine wished he could tell Kinger his real name. He would give anything to hear this man beg for him properly. To hear him repeat his name over and over, practically crying for him and him alone. But he just couldn't. He shouldn't even be doing this much with his client right now. If someone were to find out he was giving head for free, he could be seriously reprimanded. But fucking hell, Kinger was worth it.

Caine continued deepthroating Kinger, letting out small grunts and groans as he did so. Kinger babbled a string of incoherent moans and whines as he was completely overwhelmed with pleasure.

"S-Sweettooth... ngh~ Oh f-fuck it's so good Sweettooth..." Kinger panted.

Caine then suddenly stopped sucking and pulled himself off of Kinger's cock, looking him directly in the eyes with an expression that the other man couldn't quite read.

"S-sorry was I too loud?" Kinger asked nervously, still trying to catch his breath.

Caine just kept looking at him. Was he really going to do this? Could he trust Kinger with this? He seemed nice enough... plus it would make the experience 100 times better...

"Caine." He said finally.

"What...?"

"That's what I want you to call me. Enough of this 'Sweettooth' bullshit. My name is Caine so that's what I want to hear you scream."

The stripper was nervous as he told Kinger this information. He knew that this could be a massive liability but he was far past the point of no return now. All Caine knew what that he needed to hear Kinger moan his actual name.

The other man hesitantly nodded. "O-okay..." he said.

Caine leaned forward and grabbed Kinger's dick, teasing the tip with his thumb.

"Okay... what?~" Caine hissed

Kinger mewled at the feeling as he looked at Caine with pleading eyes.

"O-Okay... Caine."

"Good boy~"

Caine moved back to his previous position and took Kinger in his mouth once again. However, this time it felt more intimate as Kinger began to softly mumble his name.

"Oh Caine... Mmm~ ah~"

The little sounds of pleasure Kinger was making encouraged Caine to suck harder and faster. He wanted Kinger's dick to be as deep as physically possible in his mouth. He pressed his tongue against the throbbing appendage, craving the slightest noise of approval from the chess piece.

He kept Kinger's hips pinned firmly to the sofa to stop Kinger from impulsively thrust into the wet warmth of Caine's mouth. He moaned desperately as Caine went down on him, wanting to chase that incredible feeling of pure pleasure.

Kinger could barely focus on what was happening. Red in the face and panting heavily, he stared with lust filled eyes at Caine. God he needed more. He didn't care if he could handle it or not. The smaller man was so focused on making him feel good that Kinger just couldn't help but moan at the sight. He was getting close, he could feel it. But at the same time he just didn't want it to end.

"C-Caine!! Ah~~ Oh fuck, Caine please... please keep going it feels so good!~" Kinger begged desperately.

Caine responded with a grunt of pleasure as he continued to suck Kinger's hot, pulsing dick. He could feel his own needy cock pressing against his wet panties, desperate for attention too.

Caine ignored his own desires and instead focused fully on pleasuring Kinger. And oh boy was it working.

As Caine picked up the pace, Kinger's whines became louder and more frequent he completely submitted himself to the denture head. His hips buckled futilely against Caine's firm grip as his breath hitched and his body began to shake.

"C-Caine... Caine I'm... ah~ ngh~ I'm clo- AHH~~~"

Kinger tried to warn Caine but was soon completely overtaken by a wrecking orgasm. Without even thinking, he grabbed Caine's head and pushed him deep down onto his leaking cock, spilling all of his hot white cum down Caine's throat.

The smaller man choked on Kinger's dick as he pumped all of his warm cum into his mouth. The sudden roughness caused Caine to messily ejaculate into his own soaking panties. The stripper moaned through Kinger's cock as cum dripped down his gums and onto Kinger's robe.

After a few moments, Caine pulled off of Kinger's dick. A string of saliva hung between his mouth and the now softened cock. Both men panted heavily, still trying to process the incredible orgasm they both had.

Caine was the first to say something as he stood up and began putting some of his clothes back on.

"Well, ahem, thank you very much for that Kinger. Certainly the best orgasm I've had in a while..."

"Y-yeah that was... wow, you are just incredible Caine." Kinger looked at him with a sincere smile, causing the other man to blush slightly.

Oh no. That wasn't supposed to happen.

"A-anyway, looks like our session is up so you should probably be returning to your friends now." Caine said, gesturing to the door. He hated to be so abrupt with Kinger but he had already broken so many rules and guidelines for this man in just one session.

"Oh, right. Sorry I'll get out of your hair." Kinger put his robe back on and shuffled to the door. As he walked past, Caine's eyes lingered on Kinger's ass for a split second before he averted his gaze.

Oh god what's going on with me??

Caine scolded himself mentally and Kinger turned to face him.

"So uhm, thank you again for... that. And, well... I hope to run into you again sometime." Kinger smiled, red dusted on his cheeks.

Caine looked into his eyes and froze. The genuinely kind expression on his face melted Caine's heart. His soft demeanour made Caine feel safer and warmer than he had ever felt in his life.

He tried to respond but his chest tightened up. How was it he was able to suck this man off without so much as a second thought just a few minutes ago but now, he could barely talk to the guy?!

Caine didn't recognise this feeling. But whatever it was...

He didn't like it.

"Y-yes well, you should really get going now ahaha! You wouldn't want to keep your friends waiting!"

"W-wait but I-"

"GOODBYE!"

Caine shut the door in Kinger's face and sunk to the floor, face completely red.

Oh god oh fuck what the hell?! Oh why'd I let that happen?! God I'm so stupid! Stupid stupid stupid!!

As Caine scolded himself, Kinger stood on the other side of the door. His face was just as red as Caine's as he briefly replayed the events of the last hour in his head.

He smiled to himself as a giddy feeling bubbled up inside of him. Kinger would eventually leave to be with his friends again but the memory of the cute little pair of teeth stayed with him throughout the whole night. Kinger had never felt so wanted before. Caine treated him like he was the most desirable being on the planet. And although his head tried to tell him that Caine was only doing his job, his heart always found a way to justify what happened as being more than a simple exchange.

Kinger couldn't deny it, he was desperate to see Caine again. But not like this. He would just have to hope that he could somehow run into the stripper eventually.

Maybe if he was lucky.

Maybe if they were both lucky.