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Kinn strides towards Tankhun’s room, ignoring a bunch of new bodyguards who stand straighter when he approaches and bow his way.
His brother borrowed Porsche for some kind of movie night and midnight was fast approaching and his boyfriend still wasn’t in their bed. This was absolutely unacceptable, he had big plans for Porsche which contained sweaty activities and lots of come. He was horny since morning and they didn’t have the time for their usual fuck; they didn’t even manage to squeeze in a quicky between meetings. His father summoned him first thing in the morning and Khun Korn wasn’t someone you ignored, even if you were his son and the heir to his empire. The minor family was pulling some stupid scheme again, putting their hands on things that didn’t belong to them and Kinn had to do some damage control.
He opens the door to Tankhun’s room and is met with loud, moaning noises coming from the TV; he has instant déjà vu to the last time he came on to his brother watching porn. Pete is sitting on the floor with a bowl of popcorn, next to him sits Pol who is messing around on his phone, Arm and Tankhun – who is sucking on a gummy worm – are sitting on the couch watching TV and Porsche is sprawled on a love seat; he looks half asleep, his head is lolling slightly to the side. Kinn looks at the screen where a brunette actress is moaning like she’s coming for the third time in a row while the guy is simply kissing her belly and he can’t help but roll his eyes.
“What even is that?” He asks and Porsche’s head snaps in his direction; a lazy smile appears on his face.
“Fifty shades of Grey.” Tankhun answers, without looking at him. “Did you know that you can come from being whipped?”
Kinn doesn’t miss the way Pete tenses for a second and then puts a whole fist of popcorn into his mouth; it’s kinda impressive.
“Why are you even watching this?”
“Porsche said it’s a good quality movie.” Because of course he did, that little shit. Tankhun nods his head, like he wants to further confirm it. “He was right. This is great.”
Kinn only sighs when Porsche sends him a shit eating grin.
“Oscar worthy,” he jokes, looking smug. He always knows what Thankhun will like, he takes pride in that. “The plot is great.”
Kinn looks at screen where currently the actress’s tits are in full view.
“I’m sure. Looks like the plot is very engaging,” he says sarcastically and Tankhun throws his gummy worm at him; shiny with saliva and missing head. “Gross.”
“That’s what you get for being an ass,” his brother sulks. “Now take Porsche and go. His sleepy face is messing with our vibes.”
Porsche snorts and gets up from the couch in one graceful movement.
“If you ever need a good movie recommendation just call,” he offers.
Tanhkun just waves his hand at him.
“Go before Kinn throws a tantrum,” he mutters, staring at the screen and blindly reaching for another gummy worm and instead of putting his hand in the bowl, which is held by Arm, his hand ends up right on the crotch of his bodyguard. Arm makes a high pitched noise and tries to move his hips away. Tankhun looks down where his hand ended up and says: “Not the gummy I wanted but it’ll do.”
Arm shrieks and it’s such a funny sound that Kinn almost laughs. Porsche doesn’t stop himself, though, and laughs loudly, throwing his head back and showing his beautiful, marked neck; the hickeys that Kinn left there two nights ago are purple and painful looking. When Porsche saw them for the first time he wouldn’t stop bitching at him and complaining about having to wear turtlenecks to every meeting; he looked damn good in them.
“Khun Tankhun,” pleads Arm, when his boss doesn’t take his hand away fast enough.
Tankhun cackles and Kinn starts to think that he really is deranged.
“Come on,” he says to Porsche, opening the door for him and signing for him to go first. “Before we catch Tankhun’s crazy.”
“Oi,” screams his brother and grabs a fistful of gummies and throws them in their direction; two of them hit Kinn on the chest.
Porsche laughs, bows slightly in Tankhun’s direction and says goodbye to his fellow bodyguards. When the door finally closes behind them, Kinn sighs. His brother is exhausting. Porsche bumps their shoulders together and his smile changes into something softer, more private; just for Kinn.
“He’s fun,” he comments. “Crazy but fun.”
Kinn rolls his eyes at him but is secretly pleased that Porsche likes Tankhun. He loves his brother with all his heart and is glad that someone genuinely likes him because Tankhun is a lot to handle, not everyone can match his energy. Arm, Pol and Pete seem to really care for him as well which eases Kinn’s mind.
“Mmm,” he hums and puts his hand in the small of Porsche’s back. “Now let’s go to our room, I have plans for you.”
“You always have plans for me,” remarks his bodyguard. “God forbid my boss doesn’t plan every second of my time.”
“That’s right.” They get inside the elevator and Kinn pushes the button to his floor. “You should listen to your boss, he seems smart.”
Porsche snorts and punches his arm. Suddenly his eyes light up and he looks like he just experienced epiphany. Kinn rises an eyebrow at him.
“Do I even want to know?” he asks dryly.
“You definitely want to.” Porsche looks like a cat who got canary. “I know what I want for my birthday.”
Kinn perks up at that a little because he was wondering for the last two weeks what to get Porsche for his twenty fifth birthday and finally asked him if there was something specific that he wanted. He planned a trip to a luxury resort, bought Porsche a new Ducati superbike and a few designer items but he was curious if there was anything that his boyfriend wanted and he didn’t know about.
They get out of the elevator and Kinn looks at the bodyguard that is guarding his door.
“You’re dismissed,” he orders.
“Yes, Khun.” The bodyguard bows deeply for him and abandons his post. He’s one of the new ones that Porsche picked and trained himself. Kinn still doesn’t remember everyone’s names but they’re all very good, focused on their jobs and deadly when they have to be.
They get inside the room and Porsche finally says:
“I want to boss you around for one day.”
Kinn’s first reaction is to snort with laughter.
“Are you out of your mind?” he asks, shaking his head because Porsche must have drunk something with Tankhun if he’s talking this kind of nonsense.
But Porsche only smiles at him wider and takes a step in his direction so they’re almost touching.
“You said I can ask for anything and you’ll give it to me,” he repeats Kinn’s own words at him. “And this is what I want. I want to boss you around for one day.”
“You have to stop spending so much time with my brother,” he tells him, rolling his eyes. “His madness is rubbing off on you.”
“Stop being difficult.” Porsche moves his face closer to his, so close their lips are almost touching. “It’ll be fun.”
“Maybe for you,” Kinn replies but he can feel his resolve crumbling. He never can say no to Porsche, he’s fucking weak for him. It’s embarrassing.
“Isn’t that the point?” Porsche sensually and slowly licks Kinn’s bottom lip without their mouths touching. A shiver runs down Kinn’s back. God, his boyfriend is so fucking sexy, he never fails to make him hard in a few seconds.
“Ok, but not for a full day.” He concedes but not completely. “I’ll give you one hour.”
“Five hours,” bargains Porsche and his eyes are so bright it takes Kinn’s breath away.
Weak, whispers his mind.
“Three hours,” he replies and puts his hands on Porsche’s firm, perky bum. He squeezes it hard before landing a slap on it. His boyfriend makes the smallest of noises and if they weren’t so close to each other he would miss it.
“Deal,” Porsche whispers and then they’re kissing.
Kinn feels like he just sell his soul to the Devil but he can’t really make himself regret it. He’s sure Porsche will make these three hours interesting enough.
~~,~~
Porsche’s birthday comes next week and starts with a bang. First Kinn takes him for breakfast to a fancy restaurant where staff sings happy birthday to his boyfriend and it that time Tankhun and Porschay are preparing a small surprise for him in Porsche’s family house; his best friends are gonna be there and all the bodyguards he likes. There is going to be a barbeque, cake and presents.
Next, Kinn takes him home where he gives him the superbike in one of the garages. Porsche shrieks so loud Kinn’s eardrums hurt. His smile lights up his whole face so it’s worth it.
“What a beauty,” he murmurs, gently touching the Dukati. “You know how to make a man happy.”
“Damn, right.” Kinn kisses him possessively.
They kiss for a minute or two and it’s only getting hotter and more heavy with every passing second.
“Out,” Porsche orders the two bodyguards who are shadowing them for the day. He doesn’t even wait for them to fully get out of the garage before he pushes at Kinn’s body, so he has to lean on the Maserati standing behind him, and drops to his knees. Then he proceeds to blow Kinn so enthusiastically that his eyes roll back in his head.
~~,~~
The surprise party makes Porsche glow with happiness and Kinn feels like he’s falling in love all over again just from looking at him being this happy. He doesn’t remember the last time his boyfriend was so untroubled and joyful.
Then they get into a private jet and fly to Phuket where he arranged a private villa for two days; it’s a part of a big resort that belongs to his father.
“You’re going all out,” comments Porsche, rising an eyebrow at him, when they arrive to the villa. The sun is still shining low in the sky but at least it stopped being so scorchingly hot; it’s almost six pm. “Not that I’m complaining. No one has ever done something like this for my birthday. I feel like a fucking Cinderella or something.”
“I don’t think Cinderella got a new superbike for her birthday,” replies Kinn, feeling very pleased with Porsche’s comment. He wanted to make this birthday memorable and fun for him since last year he got kidnapped and spent two days being tortured and starved.
“Definitely not,” agrees with him Porsche. “And yeah, I don’t really look like Cinderella. The ballroom dress wouldn’t suit me.”
Kinn smirks when he teases him:
“Ballroom maybe not, but a little black dress. Mmm, think about it.” Porsche kicks him on the back of his knee, making his leg bend, almost sending him to the ground. “Asshole.”
“Takes one to know one.” Porsche sends him a grin and throws his bag near the bed.
The bedroom they are in has a whole wall made of glass, with door leading right to the beach. It’s absolutely breathtaking. Kinn opens the door and the sound of waves reaches his ears, instantly soothing him. It’s been ages since he went on a little vacation.
Porsche slips his hands around him from behind and puts his chin on his shoulder.
“Beautiful,” he comments softly.
“Yeah,” agrees Kinn. They stand like that for good five minutes, hugging and admiring the amazing view.
“I think I want my three hours now,” Porsche whispers seductively and licks his neck.
“I thought you forgot about it,” Kinn admits.
“I was just waiting for the right moment.”
“So what is it gonna be? Me massaging your feet? Making you coffee?” He keeps guessing, knowing that Porsche would never waste an opportunity to humiliate him a little, make him do all the things he made him do back in the day.
“I’ve thought about it but no.” Porsche surprises him. “I have something else in mind. But making you unpack my suitcase and neatly unfold my clothes is kinda tempting me.”
Kinn turns around so they’re facing each other and rises his eyebrow.
“So what is it?” He’s curious now.
“I want you to take a shower and lie down on the bed.” Porsche says it firmly but he’s eyes are assessing Kinn, searching for something.
Kinn feels a small shiver run down his spine.
“If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask,” he says, rising his eyebrow.
“Mmm,” his boyfriend hums. “Who says you’re going to do the fucking?”
“Hell no,” Kinn protests before he can stop himself. Something heavy settles in his chest, making it harder to breath. “I don’t bottom, you know this.”
Porsche’s eyebrows draw together, making him look displeased.
“You promised I can boss you around for three hours,” he says. “It’s my birthday and you promised.”
“I didn’t promise to let you fuck me, though.”
“Fine,” Porsche huffs. “I promise not to put my dick in your ass, happy?”
“Ecstatic,” he mutters and kisses Porsche on the lips to soften the rejection. “I’m going to shower now.”
Kinn takes his leave and closes the bathroom door behind himself. He bangs his head lightly on the wood and breathes deeply to stop awful, teenage memories flooding his mind. He has good reasons why he doesn’t bottom and they include bleeding from his ass after one of his father’s enemies went on a power trip. He still sometimes has nightmares about it. That’s one of the reasons he always makes sure his partners are willing and makes sure it’s the most pleasurable experience to them. Kinn still wants to puke when he remembers fucking drugged Porsche two years ago.
He shakes his head and quickly undresses before he steps into the huge shower. The lukewarm water is perfect for his overheated skin, helps him loosen up and clear his head. He doesn’t want to remember those things right now, on Porsche’s birthday when he’s clearly excited about whatever it is that he planned. The shower takes him around ten minutes and when he steps out of the bathroom his mind is empty from unwanted thoughts and focused only on making Porsche happy.
His boyfriend is messing around on his phone but when he hears the click of the bathroom door, he looks up at Kinn; his eyes move all over his body, admiring it. Kinn didn’t bother wearing clothes, he’s completely naked and makes his way to the bed where he sees handcuffs and lube.
“Kinky,” he jokes.
Porsche rolls his eyes, because it isn’t really that kinky for them. They have used more toys and did way more extreme things in the bedroom than cuffing their hands.
“Relax on the bed,” he prompts. “I’m gonna shower quickly and I’ll join you.”
“Your three hours are starting right now,” Kinn informs him and is flipped off by Porsche who is currently getting rid of his trousers.
“They’ll start when I finish showering.”
Kinn lies down on the bed and lazily stretches his muscles, smirking a little when Porsche falters in his step on the way to the bathroom.
He waits for about seven minutes, then a naked Porsche emerges from the bathroom, with his hair still a little wet, plastered to his forehead. He’s a sight to behold, absolutely gorgeous. Full of muscles, graceful and so fucking manly. It was never a type of men Kinn went for, he preferred delicate, soft looking guys who let him lead and never disobeyed him. But then he met Porsche and everything changed. He loved that Porsche fought him every step of the way, that he gave as much as got, didn’t hesitate to call Kinn out and used his strength in bed; when he was really into the moment he sometimes didn’t even know that he was pinning Kinn so hard to the wall it was hard for him to move.
Porsche kneels on the bed next to him, his dick half hard which means he’s really excited about his plans.
“Give me your hands,” he commands. “My time starts now. So no arguing. If I do something you really don’t like just tell me to stop.”
Kinn obediently hold his wrist together because he promised to let himself be bossed around and he’s a man of his word after all. Porsche looks positively surprised but doesn’t comment on it and cuffs his wrists together.
“Now hold your hands above your head. Don’t move them until I let you.”
“Yes, sir.” Kinn can’t help but tease him a little, when he’s fulfilling the command. He makes himself comfortable. “What now?”
“Now you just lay here and let me do what I want to your body,” Porsche informs him with a grin.
Kinn rolls his eyes.
“Have at it.”
It’s not like he normally doesn’t give Porsche access to his body, so he doesn’t really know what the big deal is about. He decides not to comment on it, afraid to spoil Porsche’s fun.
His boyfriend first kisses him on the mouth. It’s filthy from the start, with a good amount of saliva, biting and licking. Kinn’s dick gets hard in no time which is clearly what Porsche wants because he makes a pleased noise when his hand wraps around it.
“So big,” he mutters, almost to himself. Kinn knows that he’s a size queen, even though he won’t admit it. He spends a lot of time during their fucking on commenting how big Kinn is, how good he stretches him, how it makes his ass throb day after.
Then Porsche starts kissing his neck, sucking on his ears and licking all over his six pack. He doesn’t spend too much time on it, like he wants to rush to the main event and Kinn is really curious what this is about. He makes a choking noise when Porsche suddenly swallows his dick whole, choking himself instantly.
“Fuck,” Kinn rasps, pushing his hips up. “If that’s how you’re bossing me around, we have to do this more often.”
Porsche pinches his nipple for that and sucks his dick even harder. God, it’s all consuming; the heat, suction and wetness around his cock makes him mad with arousal. His balls tighten up after five minutes of this, his body is covered in a sheen layer of sweat and he really has to focus on not moving his hands from their position above his head.
“So good,” he moans. “You’re about to make me come.”
Porsche sucks him even harder and squeezes his balls, making him arch up his back and push his feet into the mattress.
Fuck, he’s coming.
And then he’s not. Because Porsche takes his mouth and hands away. Kinn pants like he just run a marathon, pumping his hips up and looking for some kind of friction to make himself come.
“No.” Porsche pushes his hips down again, holding him still. “Not until I let you.”
Suddenly Kinn knows what’s this about. Porsche is going to bring him to madness with orgasm denial. They both know he’s not one for delaying gratitude, usually takes what he wants whenever he wants. Sure, he likes to be teased from time to time, sometimes stop himself from moving when he gets to close and wants to fuck Porsche for longer; but he never prolongs it.
Porsche waits a good minute for him to calm down, just pets his thighs, looking focused and aroused. His dick is standing, slapping on his tummy when he moves just right and Kinn’s mouth waters.
“Let’s try again,” Porsche murmurs and bends down to swallow his dick one more time.
It’s intense from the start, like he wants to drive Kinn absolutely mad. He doesn’t tease, doesn’t lick and kiss like he usually does when he goes down on him. No, this time it’s sucking, sucking, sucking… like he’s trying to draw out Kinn’s brain through his dick.
Kinn doesn’t even notice when his hands leaving their place, suddenly they are on Porsche’s head, pushing him down.
“Hands,” his boyfriend reminds him, swatting at him. “Above your head, come on.”
Kinn grumbles but does as he’s told, even though he would like nothing more then to grab Porsche’s and fuck into his mouth until he comes deep in his throat. These thoughts make him even more horny and his balls are drawing tight to his body in no time once again. He starts pumping his hips up, trying to get himself even deeper and Porsche lets him; he lets him fuck into his mouth, lets himself be used.
“God, babe,” Kinn pants, pumping his hips faster and faster. “I’m fucking coming.”
And he knows that he’s not, even before Porsche takes his mouth away and holds his hips down. He growls frustrated, trashing his head on the bed. When he finally looks down his dick is painfully red, steadily leaking precome on his abs and visibly pulsing.
“Fuck, Porsche,” he says. “For how long are you going to torture me?”
“I still have two hours and forty minutes left,” Porsche answers, without taking his eyes off Kinn’s dick. “You look good like that, so hard for me.”
Kinn drops his head onto the pillows completely resigned and tries breathing steadily to calm himself down.
Porsche almost makes him come three more times and it’s starting to hurt. His balls are so tightly drawn to his body they almost disappeared from sight, his dick is pulsing painfully and he knows that if it happens one more time he’s going to cry. At one point he even whispered broken “please” which made Porsche moan around him like he was the one being tortured.
Kinn calms down after the last orgasm denial and wipes his sweaty forehead on his arm. God, he both wants it to end and never stop.
He makes a surprised sound when suddenly Porsche grabs his hips and turns him around on his front. Kinn scrambles on the bed but his boyfriend quickly sits on him, making it impossible to move.
“Hey, Kinn,” he rasps out, voice hoarse because he got his throat fucked for the last hour. “Calm down, please.”
Kinn makes himself go still but all his muscles are tense, ready for a fight.
“I thought we agreed that you won’t fuck me,” he says, trying to make himself sound commanding.
“And I won’t,” Porsche assures him quickly and kisses him between shoulder blades. Some of the tension leaks from Kinn’s body. “I wouldn never do something you don’t want me to do. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have turned you around without asking.”
Kinn takes a deep breath and moves his head to the side so he can at least look a little at Porsche. The man is flushed, his lips are puffy and bruised from constantly sucking dick.
“So if you don’t plan to fuck me, what do you want?”
“I want to try something.”
“Does it include my ass?” Kinn asks, but he already knows the answer.
“Yeah,” whispers Porsche. “But before you say no, I want you to know that it’s something that I wanted to do for the last few months, at least. I just never got the nerve to ask you about it and you would make me really happy if you let me do that. I will stop the second you say so, just please, please let me try.”
Kinn knows when he’s being manipulated but he also knows that Porsche is saying the truth. He is the only man that Porsche has ever been with and every sexual experience he has was with him. He had everything done to him but he never really took the lead in bed, always trusting Kinn with his body. And Kinn wants to give him everything.
“I say stop and you stop, got it?” He’s fucking weak for Porsche, he knew from the start that this man was going to be his end. He feels a little uneasy about Porsche doing stuff with his ass but he also trusts him with his life so it’s not that hard to trust him with this too. He knows Porsche would never hurt him because that man doesn’t have a single bad bone in his body.
“Thank you.” Porsche starts kissing his nape, then he spends a good amount of time biting his shoulders and kissing all over his back until Kinn is completely relaxed. He licks down his spine and Kinn knows exactly what his boyfriend wants to try doing.
Porsche grabs his buttcheeks and separates them, and then nothing happens. Kinn looks behind and sees him staring down at his hole with a look of absolute wonder on his face. He has never been self-conscious about his body, but Porsche just glazing at his hole makes him feel a little uneasy ,so he moves his hips a little to hurry him up.
“Fuck,” Porsche whispers before he takes a deep breath and licks his lips.
Kinn can’t fucking look anymore because he’ll either flee from the bed or come right this very second. He forces himself to relax, pushing his ass up a little and waits for Porsche to do something. This is absolutely nerve wrecking. He doesn’t remember the last time someone rimmed him, he was probably fifteen, experimenting with an older boy from school.
The first lick is tentative, ticklish, like Porsche isn’t really sure what to do and Kinn almost squeezes his buttcheeks to run away from that feeling.
“Easy,” Porsche whispers to him, because of course he fucking noticed, and gently pats his ass.
The next lick is firmer, Porsche’s tongue coating his hole with saliva, before the man starts repeating this motion over and over. He’s probably copying what Kinn usually does to him, because he loves eating Porsche’s ass; his boyfriend has the pretties hole, so pink and tight.
A small groan escapes his throat when Porsche starts really going into it, trying to push his tongue a little inside before he sucks all over the skin there. It seems that his moan made Porsche lose control because he starts humming and making high pitched noises himself, eating Kinn’s ass like it’s his last meal.
Kinn hates to admit it but it feels fucking amazing, Porsche is great at doing it. He’s usually good at whatever he puts his mind into, so it’s not really that different with sex.
When Porsche starts pushing his tongue more forcefully inside Kinn can’t help but moan, pushing his up higher and hiding his face in pillow to quiet all the embarrassing noises he’s making. His dick is pulsing and leaking precome all over the bedsheets and he fucking can’t, he’s going to come. He’s going to jizz all over having his ass licked, without a single hand on his dick.
“More,” he rasps out and starts humping the bed, looking for some friction.
Porsche whimpers like a whore and spits on his hole before his finger pushes inside Kinn’s ass and that’s it. That’s all it takes to make Kinn come.
He shouts, can’t help it, and his dick pulses rope after rope of come. He trashes on the bed, fucking mewling and chanting Porsche’s name like he’s possessed. The orgasm is all consuming, making him almost black out. Porsche keeps fucking him with his finger, prolonging the orgasm, making it more powerful.
After eternity he finally calms down, panting harshly; he’s shaking, small shivers going through his whole body.
He looks behind, on Porsche who still has a single finger in his ass and is stroking his dick with other hand. He’s panting, looking more wrecked than Kinn; his face shiny with saliva, lips swollen, eyes glazed and unfocused. Suddenly he takes the hand that was fingering Kinn and grabs one of his asscheeks to show off his hole once again and puts s his dick closer, bluntly trying to push inside.
And for one, crazy second Kinn wants him to do it, he wants him to push inside and split him open, fuck him so hard he will forget about everything else. But Porsche only gasps out and covers his hole, ass and the small of his back with hot come.
“Fuck, Kinn,” he pants, still milking his cock and smearing jizz all over Kinn’s hole. “You look so sexy like that, you have no idea.”
They stay in that position for another minute, just trying to calm their breathing and come down from one of the best orgasms of their lives.
Kinn is the first one to start fidgeting because he’s lying in a pool of come and it’s starting to feel really gross. Also, his wrists are still cuffed together and his arms are kinda hurting from keeping them above his head for so long.
“Shit, sorry,” Porsche gets off his body and quickly uncuffs him, before he helps him roll over from the wet patch.
Kinn doesn’t even have a second to gather his thoughts because Porsche kisses him. It’s nothing like the kisses they shared today. This one is slow, sensual, full of gratitude and love. Kinn finally can put his hands on his boyfriend’s body and gently cups his face.
“Thank you,” Porsche whispers to him when they stop kissing, his eyes are shining, taking Kinn’s breath away. “Thank you for letting me do that.”
Something in his eyes tells Kinn that Porsche knows more about his past than he lets on. Kinn never told him why he doesn’t bottom but his reactions are pretty self-explanatory. He doesn’t want to talk about it but he knows that if he ever wanted to, Porsche would be there to listen, to catch him and help him overcome it.
“It’s alright,” he says and, trying to lighten the mood, he adds, “after all, you were the boss.”
Porsche laughs, happy and content.
“We both know that you were the boss all along,” he says.
“And don’t you forget that,” Kinn jokes and kisses him on the lips once again. “Happy birthday, love.”
“Yeah, happy birthday to me,” he singsongs, so happy he’s glowing. Suddenly he gets off the bed and runs towards bathroom. “The last one in the bathroom changes the sheets.”
“Fucker,” Kinn shouts after him, jumping off the bed.
The only answer he gets is crazy cackling of his boyfriend.