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Bedroom Eyes
They have been walking around the city for an hour. The city lights of Bangkok mirrored in the water of the river look like twinkling stars.
Porsche is in front of him, clad in a white shirt and his blue jeans, the casual clothes he prefers to his working suit. Kinn still remembers one of Porsche’s conditions to work for him was to be allowed to wear his street clothes in the house and only wear a suit when they were outside the mansion.
And he can’t deny Porsche looks good in these clothes, even though Kinn still remembers the first time he saw him in a suit and it literally took his breath away.
He looked good no matter what.
Porsche is spinning around, a wide, bright smile on his face tinted by the city lights and Kinn can’t help but smile back, wishing Porsche would always look as carefree as he looks now.
But in reality, he knows there will be a lot more anger, pain, and danger in his life - in their lives. The path they have chosen as bodyguard and mafia boss is not an easy undergoing.
Nevertheless, he wants to make sure, there will be more moments like these, however fleeting they are, he will always remember them.
His smile burnt to his memories for all eternity.
"What are you thinking about?" Porsche asks, going backward and facing Kinn, his eyebrows raised.
"Nothing."
"You sure? You’ve looked so serious all of a sudden with your eyebrows drawn together," Porsche stops walking and smooths his thumbs over his thick eyebrows once Kinn stands in front of him.
"I’ve thought about how good you look from behind," he replies and takes a hold of Porsche’s wrists, his skin warm and smooth and he wants to keep on touching it. Touch him.
Rolling his eyes, Porsche frees himself from Kinn’s hold on him and his lips curl upwards.
"You want to tell me you have noticed just now?" An eyebrow peaks upward.
"No," Kinn steps closer, "but every time I see it, I admire it from a new."
Porsche smacks him against his chest playfully and shakes his head, chuckling.
"Quit fucking with me."
"I would never think of it," Kinn rolls his lips inwards before he licks over them, and stares at Porsche from head to toe, how the shirt stretches over his chest and he can clearly see his nipples through the thin material.
"Sometimes you’re a real pervert, you know that?"
Porsche looks around, the street empty before he leans in and nuzzles his face against Kinn’s, his lips hovering over his cheeks, nose, and lips, his warm breath tickling his skin but he doesn’t close the distance. The little shit is teasing him, knowing exactly what effect he has on Kinn.
Porsche takes a step back again, and his eyes find his, his pupils blown, swallowed by the darkness, and his mouth relaxed, glistening with spit.
"I think I’m not the only one," Kinn is closing their distance once again when he feels something in his pocket.
His phone vibrates in the back of his pants.
Shit, he almost forgot.
Pulling it out, he stares at Big's name on his screen.
A look at his watch and he finds it’s already past 8 o’clock. He has to meet his father. Kinn doesn’t quite know the reasoning but if his father orders him in for a meeting, it can only be about something important.
Especially if he wants to meet this late.
30 minutes left.
Kinn curses loudly, ignores the call, and slips his phone back into his pants.
After an afternoon’s meeting with a client, Porsche convinced him to go out with him to a bar. Even though Kinn was reluctant at first, it didn’t take as much as Porsche batting his eyes at him and he was gone. These days it really doesn’t take much for Porsche to get his way. With his handsome face and his sexy body.
They had some drinks and then Porsche's pulled him to the pier where he still remembered succumbing to Porsche’s beauty and adorableness the first time. Their first kiss. A kiss which had tasted of alcohol and all Porsche, sweet and compliant.
That’s how they have ended up here.
"We have to go."
"Aww… really? Already? Can’t we stay a little longer?"
Porsche grabs his hand, swinging it around and his eyes are pleading before they turn to something else completely.
Oh no, he knows that look.
Porsche steps closer, his upper body leaning forward as he gives Kinn those 'fuck me' eyes. His gaze half-lidded, as he licks over his lips slowly, never lowering his eyes. Gaze fixed on Kinn like a predator. He is challenging his patience.
Fucking bedroom eyes.
This little shit knows exactly that he has no time for this, but he wants it. God, he wants him so badly.
"Are you trying to seduce me?"
Kinn laughs and leans in as well, Porsche’s face flushed and so close to his own. He’s biting his plump bottom lip, really making it hard for Kinn to stay rational, to not let himself be pulled into the dangerous web he spun.
But he knows he’s lost already, already jumped off the cliff to fall into the ocean which was Porsche a long time ago. The first time he laid eyes on him.
Knowing how to swim but drowning anyway.
Kinn presses closer, and Porsche immediately throws his arms around his neck, his face squashed to Kinn’s neck and his hands clutched to his black shirt.
There’s a sound of approval before he feels Porsche kiss along the bow of his neck, his tongue following along the line of his jaw, his breath wet and hot, and Kinn searches for his lips.
Taking the opportunity, he invades Porsche’s mouth with his tongue whose tongue meets his, in a silent battle.
He loves kissing Porsche, his mouth is always so soft and pliant, with a hint of teeth along the way, but Kinn enjoys the pain. Always has.
One of his hands buries into Porsche’s hair, pulling his head back forcefully and then he returns the favor and plants kisses along his long neck, his throat, his clavicles, taking the tan skin between his teeth and bathing in the sounds Porsche makes.
The sounds of footsteps approaching catches Kinn’s attention and he suddenly is aware of his surroundings again… They shouldn’t be doing this here, he shouldn’t be doing this at all since he still needs to meet up with his father… And still, it is so easy to get lost in Porsche, to forget the world around him.
He shouldn’t be this careless. Porsche could have been dead, they both could have been dead if they would have been caught off guard.
They are in the middle of a street. Goddammit!
Looking around, he’s relieved to find out it’s only a couple passing by, minding their own business as they don’t even spare them a glance.
A hand tightens the grip on his shoulder, and as soon as his head turns back to Porsche, Porsche is on him again.
His lips demanding as they move against his own, his hands roaming around his body, and then one hand grabs his crotch and Kinn reluctantly pulls away.
"We can’t do this here," Kinn states, out of breath and so painfully hard.
Porsche kicks the air and nods, and then he tilts his head.
"You’re right, but we can do it over there," Porsche replies, pointing at a dark corner around the street, a back alley of sorts.
Kinn is really struggling to decide to put a stop to all of this or carry on with it. Come on, think, don’t get distracted.
As if he exactly knows what Kinn thinks, Porsche ever so slowly slides a hand over his own chest and down over his stomach to his crotch, a bulge clearly visible and Kinn can’t help but watch, wanting to see Porsche jerk himself off.
"Are you only going to watch or are you going to do something about it?" Porsche squeezes himself, his eyes closing by the little relief he feels before his eyes are back on him, daring and taunting him.
And this is all it takes to break Kinn’s resolve as he grabs Porsche by his wrist and marches over to the alley with him in tow, laughter behind him.
Shortly after Kinn pushes Porsche against the cold wall and traps his head between his arms, taking him in like a piece of candy.
What wonderful sight he is.
Porsche squirms under his appraisal, his arms sliding around his waist to bring him closer but Kinn holds his stand, watching how his patience runs thin and he huffs, looking desperate and so delicious to Kinn.
He knows Porsche is getting impatient but he can’t help it, he wants to see him wanting and needy for him, so on edge that he’s ready to fight him to get what he is longing for.
There’s a curse forming on the other man’s lips but before he’s able to spill it, Kinn has mercy on him and leans in to claim his mouth, slotting a leg between his and Porsche lets out a mewl before he pushes his tongue into Kinn’s mouth.
His hands are fisted into Kinn’s shirt, his hips moving against his thigh, and if Kinn didn’t already know how horny Porsche was he would definitely feel it by now, his hardness evident.
"You’re so hot," Kinn confesses, his hands making their way under Porsche’s shirt to tweak his nipples and Porsche instantly reacts, little needy sounds spilling from his lips and Kinn wants to hear more.
But they have to stay quiet. He doesn’t want to throw unnecessary attention to them since they are still in the open, so he squashes his face against the other’s and catches every little sound of him in his mouth.
God, how can kissing alone already make him this hard?
Porsche is like a drug. He needs to get his fill of him otherwise he’s showing signs of withdrawal in the form of anger and impatience. His other bodyguards on the receiving end.
Rubbing his thumb over Porsche’s nipples one last time, he slides his hands over his hard abs, down to his hips, and back to his ass. And what a great ass Porsche has.
He wasn’t lying when he told Porsche he admired it anew every time.
With adore, he squeezes the firm flesh over his jeans before he slips his hands under the material to feel the soft skin, his butt fitting perfectly into Kinn’s hands. Like it is made for Kinn to hold, knead, bite and worship.
"What is taking you so long? Get to it."
"You’re so impatient."
"You said you need to get going so hurry the fuck up."
Fine then. He’s right. Actually, he doesn’t have time for slow and gentle. Good that Porsche reminded him.
Then rough and fast it is.
In quick succession, he turns Porsche around for him to face the wall, pulls his jeans and boxers down simultaneously, and then he holds out his fingers for Porsche to suck.
If he wants it he has to work for it.
There’s no lube.
"Suck."
"No," Porsche says and looks back at him, his face defiant. "There’s lube and a condom in the pocket of my jeans, use them, " So pushy. So he has expected them to do it? What a menace.
Kinn bows down to fish for the said items and feels a little sad about not seeing Porsche with his mouth wrapped around his fingers. He’s sure he would have looked beautiful while he tried to get them nice and wet, his face red with humiliation.
And then his expression of pain laced with pleasure when Kinn would have entered him with the burn of little to no lubrication.
Maybe next time.
Kinn opens the package of lube, coats his fingers graciously before he makes quick work of preparing Porsche for his cock. He plunges in two fingers at once, two knuckles deep and crooks them to find his spot and Porsche tosses his head back on his shoulder, his mouth opened wide and Kinn could watch him forever.
He’s proud to be the one, that can make Porsche lose his mind so easily, how he’s clinging to Kinn’s body and being so good for Kinn to not touch his own cock, instead he’s waiting for Kinn to fuck him and come undone by his cock alone.
He taught him well.
Kinn kisses his cheek, and then he turns to his ear.
"You’ve planned this to happen, haven’t you?"
Porsche only moans in response, his hips riding Kinn’s fingers hungrily and he adds another one, the muscles stretched tightly around him and he can’t wait for his cock to be inside of him once again.
So sweet for him.
"You couldn’t wait until we’re home, you wanted to do it here," he bites his ear-lobe pulling it between his teeth and tugging gently, his breath hot against Porsche’s ear, "Here out in the open where everyone could see and hear how desperate you are for my cock."
A groan leaves Porsche’s mouth by Kinn’s dirty words and he grits his teeth.
"Shut up."
Oh? Still feisty. Kinn can change that.
He pulls out his fingers without warning and ignores Porsche’s protests when he opens the condom wrapper with his teeth and slips it over his aching cock before he finally- God. Finally sinks into the burning heat of the other’s body.
His weight pinning Porsche to the wall, both his hands splayed on the cold surface and Kinn puts his own atop, lacing his fingers with his.
Burying himself to the hilt, he quickly draws back until only the head of his cock is buried and then he slams back in, hitting Porsche’s prostate with accuracy.
A loud moan follows and Kinn continues to pound into his tight heat, driven by the sounds Porsche emits.
Not caring anymore if anyone hears them, all he cares about is to make Porsche come on his cock.
This won’t take long. He’s already on the brink of his orgasm and he looks at Porsche and can tell that he must be close as well, his whole body turned into a pliant, moaning mess under Kinn.
It’s hot.
Too hot.
His thrusts turn shallower as he picks up speed, aiming for Porsche’s prostate. Again and again. The bundle of nerves wrecks Porsche, as he shivers with every push.
He can’t help it, he grabs Porsche’s blissed-out face and turns it towards him to kiss those red-bitten lips, swallowing his moans and slipping his tongue into his willing mouth.
Porsche barely kisses back, as his breath hitches and he’s so close to coming. Kinn can tell by the way his muscles tighten under his hand, his hips move back to meet every thrust of his, the way his voice gets breathier and his moans turn more high-pitched.
His cock is red and leaking and Kinn knows he must be dying to touch it, to give himself some form of relief but he’s so good for Kinn and takes what Kinn gives him.
One deep thrust later, Porsche is coming all over the wall, screaming out his release and Kinn buries his face into his hair before he bites his neck when he fucks Porsche through it as he searches for his own release in his body.
It's good, so fucking good.
Porsche is all fucked out, all the tension gone as he braces himself for every deep shove without any resistance, his eyes closed, lashes fluttering beautifully and Kinn rams his cock inside his ass once, then twice and comes hard.
His full weight braces on Porsche and crams him against the wall, both of them trying to catch their breaths from the mind-blowing fuck they just had.
If he may say so himself.
Kinn smooths a hand over Porsche’s back and admires the mark he left on the back of his neck, the color a deep red and will surely be visible for the next days. The thought turns him on to no end, to let everyone see that Porsche belongs to him.
He hopes Porsche won’t get wind of it since he will probably beat his ass once he does.
Porsche has always complained about the bruises and the kiss marks but Kinn knows, deep down, that he likes it just as much as Kinn does.
To be claimed as his. His alone.
"Thanks, now I’m covered in my own come," Porsche mutters, trying to push Kinn off of him and Kinn has to chuckle.
He looks over the other’s shoulder to see the mess for himself and it looks dirty, his spent all over his white shirt.
"It suits you."
Porsche glares at him, sighing loudly as he turns around.
"I think it would look better if it was mine though," he adds and Porsche shoves him away, annoyed beyond belief, his hands balled into fists.
Ready for a fight.
"You fucker."
"You wanted this."
"Not THIS though," he remarks, stretching the white material and showing it to Kinn.
"It’s dark outside, no one can tell."
"Fuck this, give me your jacket."
"Are you insane? This is an Armani suit."
"I don’t give a fuck," he says as he already tugs on the sleeves of his jacket and Kinn exhales in surrender, "give it to me, or I will hit you. You’re a mafia boss, I’m sure you can buy another thousand of those."
"Fine, we don’t have time for foreplay anyway, let’s go," He hands his jacket over to him.
He takes a look at his watch as he smooths over his clothes and runs a hand through his messed-up hair.
The cool night air feels good against his sweaty skin.
Shit. His father will have his head. He should have been back in the mansion 10 minutes ago.
All for Porsche. His small eyes peer at him.
And there it is again, the shit-eating grin of his which lights up his whole face.
His smile is so radiant it can illuminate the night sky.
"Good to go," Porsche winks at him and moves past Kinn, his suit jacket a loose fit on him.
Porsche is going to be his end.