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Porsche huffs, tugging at the collar of his white, pristine shirt. It’s damn hot outside and instead of running around in shorts and a t-shirt, he’s stuck in a suit. If someone told him a few months ago that he would go from being a stripper for a living to managing bars in Kinn’s hotels he would have laughed. Yet here he is, responsible for two hotel bars belonging to the Theerapanyakuls. He mostly comes up with new drinks to update the menus, hires bartenders, and trains them. He also makes sure the bars are well stocked with the best alcohol and has fun finding new gems. Just last week he found a flavored vodka that is perfect for light, summery drinks. And the rich people frequenting Kinn’s hotels don’t bat an eyelash at the high prices caused by importing bougie alcohol.
“Khun Porsche, the car will be here in a minute,” Ice informs him in a polite tone of voice.
“Thank fuck,” Porsche mumbles, looking up at at the sky. It’s almost five and the sun is still high. The last few days have been scorching, which isn’t surprising for the middle of summer.
Porsche is just glad that it’s Friday and he doesn’t have to do anything for the whole weekend. Well, it’s not exactly true. He does have something to do, but it’s going to be pleasurable work. Nothing to complain about.
It’s Kinn’s birthday on Saturday, so Porsche has prepared a nice surprise for him. He’s excited to go back to his roots and refresh some of their memories together. After all they’d met in a strip club, and Kinn was very fond of Porsche’s dancing. The man still sometimes mentions it while they fuck, whispering in Porsche’s ear how hot it was when Porsche let him push the tip of his cock inside.
Porsche may be flush with money now, but it’s still impossible to buy anything for a man like Kinn. So giving him something like this is the best option.
“If you would, please, Khun Porsche?” Ice asks, while opening the car door for him.
Porsche still isn’t used to it. Isn’t used to having bodyguards of his own and being treated like he’s someone important. It’s mind blowing to him that five months ago he was stripping, was treated like dirt by his boss and coworkers. Now he has a fancy car and two bodyguards that accompany him everywhere.
It was really hard to accept the job when Kinn offered it, but the man insisted after he tried some of Porsche’s creations. A month after his house burned, Porsche was restless and anxious all the time. He was a mess. A mess Kinn had to deal with everyday, because he let Porsche and Porchay live at his house until they rebuilt their family home. And they’re both still living with Kinn to this day.
To keep himself busy and not obsessively thinking about the disaster, Porsche started messing around with Kinn's impressive home bar. The collection of alcohol put to shame most hotel bars. At first Porsche started making drinks that he knew from his work. But that quickly got boring so he started creating new ones. Just trying things out. Kinn would go out to work, and Porsche would stay at home mixing new cocktails. It was fun and kept him busy. That’s also what got him employed in a position Kinn probably pulled right out of his ass. Because the hotels have bar managers who should be responsible for the things Porsche does. And yet, here he is.
Porsche has been doing it for the last four months and it's enjoyable work, not too hard and well paid. Probably better paid than it should be, but he stopped arguing with Kinn about that weeks ago. It was just not worth it, because the man would list all the things Porsche was doing and call it talent. And to have talent means you get paid big money for it. Even if it’s creating new drinks and teaching them to the bartenders.
Most of the money Porsche earns is going into renovating his childhood home. The fire destroyed a lot, but it was still saveable according to the specialists Kinn called in. So it’s slow going, but a few more months and Porsche and Chay will be able to live there again. He’d refused Kinn’s help when it came to rebuilding the place. He has to do it alone. He was the one who fucked it all up, and now it’s his responsibility to rebuild it. Even Chay got a part-time job at a bakery to help with the expenses. Porsche almost teared up when his brother came to him for the first time with his small salary and offered more than half of it to help pay off the construction workers.
Porsche is trying to do as much as he can by himself to save money, but there are things he knows nothing about. Like what parts of the house are destroyed enough to need to be completely replaced and what parts are salvageable.
Kinn had trouble understanding it. The house would probably be ready by now if he got his hands on the bills. It took Porsche crying and explaining that he feels guilty for being the reason it got destroyed in the first place for Kinn to finally get it. Porsche had to explain that he needs to do it alone for it to have meaning. So he can feel close to his parents again. Letting Kinn pay would just make the house like any other house in the country.
So yes, Kinn wasn’t happy about it but he said he understands. And now he keeps telling Porsche how brilliant it is that Porsche is doing it on his own, because he gets to live with him for longer.
The car finally parks in the ridiculous driveway of Kinn’s house and Porsche hops out when the door gets opened for him. He waves to Ice and Ping, saying his goodbyes and hurries over to the elevator. There are a few bodyguards walking around the foyer, some patrolling, and some hurrying somewhere, all geared up. There’s always a lot of noise and people in the house. Porsche is mostly used to it now, but it had been a nightmare to find out that it’s unacceptable to walk in his briefs to the kitchens in the middle of the night like he did at home. The kitchen is also ten fucking floors down from where he’s staying with Kinn, fully stocked despite none of the Theerapanyakuls cooking there. Porsche was concerned about the food waste but was quickly assured that it’s used in the staff kitchen before it goes bad. Porsche still tries to cook dinner for him and Kinn whenever he has time, finding comfort in the mundane task.
Living here felt like staying in an unfamiliar hotel at first. A lot of people he didn’t know were all up in his business. His dirty clothes magically disappeared whenever he left them on the bathroom floor, meals were served in a bodyguard’s canteen or in their room. It took more than two months for Porsche to grow used to it. Now he knows everyone by names, he knows where what is without having to ask for directions and is treated like a Theerapanyakul. Like he’s a family member. People bow his way like he’s someone important despite telling them they don’t have to.
He really likes this place, especially the floor where Kinn’s rooms are. But he also enjoys spending time with Tankhun. The man is crazy on a whole new level, but Porsche has never met anyone with a sharper mind. It’s fun to watch movies with him, play games, and give him pole dancing lessons. Tankhun is a fast learner even if his moves sometimes make Porsche fear for his life. They also go out to party. It took some coaxing but Porsche finally managed to drag Tankhun to Yok’s bar. And it was an experience. He still cringes at the memory of the hangover he sported after their first party. But it was worth it to see the proud and fond look in Kinn’s eyes as the man watched his older brother hop around the bar, dancing with everyone who came close to him.
“Someone’s lost in the clouds today,” Kinn says, suddenly close to Porsche’s ear, making him squeal. It’s a very unmanly noise that he will forever refuse to believe came out of his mouth.
“Stop sneaking up on me, asshole,” Porsche tells him off, turning around and punching him in the chest. He got to the bedroom a few moments ago and was so lost in thought that he hadn’t even noticed Kinn sneaking up on him. “When did you get here?”
“Maybe twenty minutes ago,” Kinn comments, eyes dancing with amusement. “I was in the office and heard you coming in.”
“Are you done for the day?” Porsche asks, grabbing Kinn by his lapels. Today he’s wearing a classic black suit that makes him look like a wet dream.
“I’m all yours for the weekend, starting now. Just like you wanted, darling,” Kinn tells him, trailing a finger down Porsche’s neck.
“I’m all sweaty,” Porsche complains, taking off the jacket and throwing it at the chair. “Bless AC, because if there wasn’t one right now, I would melt.”
“Someone is feeling dramatic today,” Kinn jokes, eyes twinkling with humor. “Let’s shower together.”
“No funny business,” Porsche responds, pointing a finger at him. “I’m way too hungry to even consider fucking right now.”
“All I said is ‘let’s shower together’ and you’re making it about sex,” Kinn replies, shaking his head. “Get your head out of the gutter.”
Porsche snorts, because he has never met anyone with a higher sex drive than Kinn. That man can make anything and everything sexual, always horny and ready to have some fun between the sheets. Not that they spend a lot of time fucking in bed. Walls, public bathrooms, couches, cars, on top of a bar, against the window, in a pool. The list goes on. Porsche can barely believe that not so long ago he couldn’t take Kinn’s cock without having to be held down. Now it’s as easy as breathing.
“And your plan isn’t to grope me?” Porsche asks him, doubtfully, while opening his belt.
“Not at all, darling,” Kinn says, lying through his teeth and they both know it. “Who do you take me for?”
“A horny bastard,” Porsche answers, grinning at him. “An old one at that.”
Kinn rolls his eyes at him, making a big show of it. “I’m thirty one, not fucking sixty.”
“Still older than me,” Porsche teases him. But he can’t help himself and kisses Kinn, flicking his tongue over the stem of his lips. He can faintly taste whiskey and it hurts to stop himself from chasing the taste. “Come on, boss, let’s wash up.”
“Told you to stop calling me boss, you little shit,” Kinn says, watching as Porsche throws off his trousers.
“Yes, Khun Kinn,” Porsche answers and runs away, when Kinn makes a frustrated noise and tries grabbing him.
They tumble to the bathroom like a pair of teenagers. Porsche just knows that his cackling can be heard by the bodyguard standing guard at their door.
~~,~~
Porsche: Are you close? Does he suspect anything?
Chay: STOP ASKING EVERY FIVE MINUTES, HIA!
Porsche: Wow, rude. That evil baby Theerapanyakul completely changed you.
Porsche smirks, staring at his phone as he’s lounging on the cream velvet sofa. Chay and Kim are on a mission to deliver Kinn to the dance studio Porsche is waiting at. It’s a small, private studio that he has rented for this very occasion. He did everything in his power to make this room look like the VIP one he used to dance in for Kinn at the strip club. There’s a fluffy rug on the floor, a coffee table with bottles of whisky, clean glasses, and snacks. Porsche even made sure to acquire the same lighting, bathing the room in golden glow. And, of course, he has gotten a chair that looks exactly like the one Kinn always used to sit in when Porsche danced for him.
Chay: You need to stop watching so many dramas with P’Khun, hia.
Chay: We will be there in five minutes, P’Kinn is still clueless.
That makes Porsche jump up from the sofa, cursing Chay for not telling him sooner when they’ll be here. The boys told Kinn they were taking him out so Kinn could help Kim choose a new guitar. A brotherly bonding activity. Which was the best they could come up with that wouldn’t make Kinn immediately suspicious that something was up. He was already shooting Porsche weird looks when Porsche turned down morning sex. Porsche made up an excuse about having a stomach ache and ran away to the bathroom. Then Tankuhn made a huge ruckus about Kinn turning thirty one, and made all the bodyguards sing Kinn a happy birthday. He also forced Arm and Pol to put on weird costumes, Arm was a candle and Pol was a cake. Chay and Kim appeared with presents at the very end and Kim announced he needed Kinn’s help. He said it in a way that hinted at it being a present from him to Kinn. He had been trying to fix his strained bond with his little brother lately, so he didn’t even question it.
And here they’re now. Kinn is being driven around by Kim to yet another location where they’ll be looking for the perfect guitar. This time, though, it’s a dance studio where Porsche is waiting.
Porsche checks one last time to make sure he looks good in the mirror that takes up the whole wall. He’s in Kinn’s burgundy robe that he stole earlier. It is ridiculously comfortable and pleasantly cold against Porsche’s skin,satin, delicate, and sleek. What’s most important is what he’s wearing underneath. All he has on are skimpy briefs that are basically see through when he bends, and a rose gold waist chain. It took him a lot of effort to find one that matched the set of jewelry Kinn gave him a month ago. Apparently the man just saw the set and had to buy it because it reminded him of Porsche. So now Porsche owns a ring, a bracelet, and a necklace from Bulgari that he doesn’t even want to know the cost of.
He startles when he suddenly hears noises in the corridor, alerting him that Kinn has finally arrived. Porsche hurries to connect his phone to the speakers and takes a couple of deep breaths to get in character.
The door to the room opens and Kinn hesitantly walks in, eyes visibly widening when he takes in the scenery. The second he sees Porsche, they visibly darken while he takes in Porsche’s appearance. He closes the door behind himself, a small smirk appearing on his face.
“Hi, darling,” he drawls, walking closer and tries touching him, but Porsche quickly takes a step back, avoiding him.
“Please, Khun Kinn, refrain from touching me,” Porsche requests, using his most professional tone of voice. He has worked on it quite a lot in the last months, often using it in his new job while dealing with people. He feels excitement lighting up his body, making his nerve endings sing. It’s been way too long since he felt the thrill of dancing for Kinn.
“Porsche?” His man asks, sounding a little confused.
“Your private dance has been paid for upfront,” Porsche informs him, not changing his tone of voice. He never acted like this while he was working at the strip club, but it’s fun to change some things up a bit. “You have twenty minutes of private performance booked and there’s only one rule to follow. You can’t touch me, or I’ll stop the show.”
Porsche looks Kinn deep in the eyes, waiting for the man to catch on to what’s happening. It doesn’t take him long. Between one blink and the next, he simply takes a seat in the chair. He’s wearing a burgundy suit today, the same one he had on when they met for the first time. Porsche had specifically chosen it for him today, nearly having to beg him to put it on. Kinn having buffed up his muscle mass of late makes the suit too small on him now. But that makes him even hotter in Porsche’s opinion. And it matches the robe Porsche has stolen from him, which makes him giddy with delight.
“And who was the nice person that paid for my present?” Kinn asks him, helping himself to a glass of whiskey. “So I know who to thank.”
Porsche feels butterflies erupting in his stomach, nerves finally giving away to pure excitement. He has Kinn exactly where he wants him and the man hasn’t suspected a thing. It’s a surprise well made, and Porsche is proud of himself for not spilling the beans.
“Your boyfriend,” Porsche answers, enjoying the way Kinn’s brows fly up his forehead. It doesn’t seem like he was expecting that. Porsche feels like having a bit of fun this evening. “I heard it’s your birthday today, Khun Kinn.”
“Did you now?” Kinn arches his eyebrow at him, gaze becoming heavier as the first beats of the “Streets” by Doja Cat start playing. It seems like he does remember it from their first evening together. “Then will I get something extra from you, darling? There must be something special about you since my boyfriend himself picked you.”
“I’m sure my performance will exceed your expectations,” Porsche quips, walking barefoot to the pole and grabs it with one hand. He spins around it with both legs still on the ground, just to test things out. The robe flies open at the legs, the material a little too long for dancing. “Enjoy yourself.”
He’d been practicing for the last three weeks. It was truly a blessing that Tankhun had installed a pole in his rooms, which made the whole thing much easier. Porsche would tell Kinn he was going to watch shows or play games, and his boyfriend hadn’t suspected a single thing.
Porsche moves around the pole, avoiding spinning too much on it with the robe still on. It’s like he never stopped working at the strip club. It’s thrilling to know that Kinn is watching him with keen eyes, taking in every single movement Porsche is making. It feels different to dance for him now than it did when they were meeting at the club. But it still makes Porsche feel powerful and in control. He’s the one calling the shots here. Kinn won’t touch him if he doesn’t grant him permission. Kinn was one of the most respectful clients Porsche ever had when they started, and his respect of Porsche’s boundaries hasn’t changed.
The music is pulsing in Porsche’s body, filling his senses as he grabs the pole over his head with one hand and starts tracing his neck with the other. He presses his back against the pole, hips swaying from side to side, as he stares deeply into Kinn’s eyes. He moves his finger to his lips and traces over them gently, teasingly.
Kinn is hungrily taking in all of him, eyes moving from Porsche’s legs to the v of the robe over his chest. It exposes Porsche’s pecs and the only thing keeping Kinn from seeing the waist chain is the loosely tied belt. Porsche is going to let Kinn untie it while he writhes on his lap.
“You look exquisite, darling,” Kinn praises him, dark eyes following Porsche’s every movement. Porsche decides to give him something to admire and twists his own nipple, knowing Kinn is obsessed with them. Even now they’re quite tender after Kinn abused them last night. “Now, come closer. Make my boyfriend’s money worth it.”
Porsche feels a thrill run down his spine, the fantasy of playing a stripper who’s seducing someone’s boyfriend makes his dick twitch. Keeping eye contact, he slowly walks closer to Kinn until he stands between his parted legs. Kinn is sitting like he owns the place, his commanding presence filling up the space. Porsche finds his commanding presence hot. The way he has an aura of authority and power around him. The button of Kinn’s burgundy jacket is open, revealing the white shirt underneath. His chest is out on display as usual, taunting Porsche with how delicious it looks. Sometimes he thinks of women’s cleavage when he stares for long enough. It’s ridiculous how big Kinn’s pecs are.
“Let me pour you a drink, Khun Kinn,” Porsche says, straddling him easily. It’s a familiar position he finds himself in pretty often.
Kinn raises an eyebrow expectantly, his grip on the armrest tightening. Porsche quickly puts some ice in the glass and pours whiskey over it. He hands the glass over to Kinn and starts swaying his hips, making the movements fluid and sensual. He tips his head back, feeling the hard muscles of Kinn’s thigh under his ass and starts playing with the robe’s tie, heat slowly pooling in his tummy. When it's finally revealed what he’s wearing underneath, Kinn is going to go feral.
“It’s your birthday,” Porsche says, tugging Kinn’s hand closer to his body. “So I will let you untie the robe.”
“So I get to unwrap my present now?” Kinn asks with a husky voice, just as the music changes to ‘Often’ by The Weeknd.
“Let me hold this for you,” Porsche offers, taking the glass from him and scooting on his lap so he’s a little closer to Kinn’s cock. He looks him in the eyes as he takes a sip of the whiskey, sucking a piece of ice into his mouth. He sucks on it, enjoying how cold and soothing it is. Kinn is staring at him openly, both hands untying the robe blindly with swift movements. The man curses when Porsche lets the ice cube fall back from his lips into Kinn’s drink. “Delicious.”
“You’re so tempting,” Kinn warns him and finally takes in what’s been hiding underneath the robe as it falls to the sides. “Fuck, darling. Look at you. Absolutely exquisite.”
Porsche rolls his hips and can’t stop himself from grinding on Kinn’s cock, just to check if he’s hard. The man doesn’t disappoint, digging sinfully between Porsche’s cheeks. Porsche hands over the drink and moves his arms behind his back so the sleek material can slip from his body. Now all he’s left in are the skimpy briefs and jewelry. Kinn seems particularly obsessed with the waist chain, staring at it with dark eyes. His hand moves to touch it, but Porsche quickly pushes it away.
“Don’t make me stop before we’ve even started,” Porsche chastises him. When the hand goes back to gripping the armrest, Porsche starts moving again. It feels wrong to not grind on Kinn directly, but he doesn’t want the fantasy to be over so quickly. That’s why he makes himself hover over him, prolonging the illusion. A thought hits him out of nowhere, spurring him to explore their role plays some more. He leans forward and puts his lips to Kinn’s ear, “What would your boyfriend say knowing you’re so hard for me?”
Kinn chuckles, low and raspy, making a shiver run down Porsche’s spine. “He picked you for me, didn’t he? I’m sure he knew I would want to fuck you the second I laid eyes on you.”
Porsche swallows thickly, because Kinn is playing into his fantasy in the best of ways. It’s hard to hide that Porsche himself is plumping up as well. Not with the way his briefs are clinging to his crotch, leaving nothing for imagination. Porsche grabs at the headrest with one hand and squats over Kinn, humping the air. The waist chain is twinkling in the lights, highlighting Porsche’s abs and the sharp v of his pelvis.
The music changes again and Porsche stands up, grabbing Kinn’s head and pulling him close enough to be able to press his erection to Kinn’s cheek. He thrusts filthily against his face, warmth spreading all over his body, before he jumps out of Kinn’s reach, because the man tries catching him to make him stay in place.
Porsche sends him a taunting smirk, before he lowers himself to the floor, hissing a little at the cold wood touching his lower body. He lies down and starts twerking, ass out on full display. He doesn’t look at Kinn, just focuses on the music pulsing in his body, on making the dance alluring. He crawls away from Kinn towards the dancing pole, making sure to push his ass out and bend his spine.
From his kneeling position on the floor, he uses his arm strength to pull himself up on the pole and when he’s high enough, he hooks his leg over his hands.
It’s easy to get lost in the familiar moves, doing spins and sexy figures. He knows what Kinn likes so he makes sure to show off the parts of his body the man adores most. Whenever Porsche looks at Kinn, the man is watching him like a hawk. Porsche once catches him adjusting his position in the chair. He moves his legs like he’s trying to make room for his impressive length trapped in the too tight pants. The thought makes his own cock go fully erect.
He grabs the pole with both hands over his head and spins around, chest and cock pushed out on full display. He ends the position by going right into a split, legs stretching to the sides. He hears Kinn swear and sees him palm himself, providing himself with much needed friction. Porsche aches to take him into his mouth, to soothe the discomfort he must be experiencing. He’s obsessed with sucking Kinn’s cock, he could spend hours worshiping it. Just sucking and licking, tasting the bitter precome and coaxing more of it with his tongue and lips. He loves choking himself to the point of getting lightheaded.
When he looks down at himself, he sees that his own cock is now poking out, the material doing nothing to hold him in. It’s mostly pointing to the side so only the tip is out, the dark skin of the shaft contrasting with the sheer white material of the briefs.
“Come here,” Kinn commands roughly. He looks like he’s going to stand up and drag Porsche to the chair himself if he doesn’t move right this second. “You have no idea about the things I want to do to you, darling.”
Porsche moves forward, crawling towards Kinn. His cheeks are flushed, blood in his veins singing with arousal and his hole clenching rhythmically. He cleaned himself, but didn’t spend any time on prepping. He wants to be tight for Kinn, he wants the fantasy of being a virgin to be as real as possible. To really play it up that Porsche is a straight stripper who’s taking cock for the first time.
They had only tried fucking without prepping once. Porsche had panicked at the burn and they stopped. But now he’s not worried about it, he knows what to expect. All he wants is to give Kinn an unforgettable birthday present. To create a new memory with him. He wants to experience it all, the burn, the stretching, the feeling of being unable to escape from it. Just stuffed full of cock, struggling to take it.
When Porsche makes it back to the chair, he puts his hands on Kinn’s thighs. He winks at him, licking his bottom lip and noses over Kinn’s bulge. He takes a deep whiff, moaning quietly at the musky, manly scent there. It’s absolutely intoxicating.
Porsche whimpers when Kinn suddenly grabs a fistfull of his hair and pushes his face further into his crotch. Porsche’s mind goes completely blank for a second, surrounded by the amazing smell and the feeling of Kinn’s fat cock humping his cheek. It’s easy to just roll with it, letting Kinn take charge.
“Such a good slut,” Kinn praises. Somehow that brings Porsche’s brain back online.
Porsche yanks his head back, the grip on his hair making it painful as he sends a glare at Kinn. “Khun Kinn, this is your first and last warning. No touching is allowed.”
The corner of Kinn’s mouth ticks up as he pulls at the strands once more, before he puts his hand back on the armrest. Kinn takes a slow sip of his drink and then murmurs quietly, “Forgive me, darling. Please, continue.”
Porsche swallows thickly, his cock leaking precum, making the tip glisten in the soft glow of the room. He stands up, not bothering to cover himself and turns around so his back is to Kinn. The music changes to ‘Lost the game’ by Two Feet, as Porsche lowers down so his ass is directly over Kinn’s crotch. He’s getting impatient himself now, the arousal spurring him to press his ass directly on Kinn’s cock. It digs right between Porsche’s cheeks, and it feels absolutely heavenly to start grinding on it. He puts his head on Kinn’s shoulder, back pressed to his chest and hands holding onto the armrest for support. He turns his face towards his neck, taking a deep breath of Kinn’s cologne as he keeps sensually moving his body.
“You’re so hard,” Porsche comments in a husky voice, thoughts going crazy and lust clouding his judgment. He won’t be able to hold on for much longer anyway, so he licks a stripe up Kinn’s throat. “So easy to rile with a little bit of ass.”
“It’s a very fine ass,” Kinn answers, one finger hovering over Porsche’s cockhead like he wants to touch. His hand is visibly trembling, like it’s taking a lot of effort for him to hold himself back.
Porsche's body is tingling all over, cockhead pulsing, begging to be touched. “Feels good.” The words escape his mouth without his conscious mind, making Kinn hum in amusement.
“You flatter me, darling. But I have a boyfriend.”
Something in Porsche’s belly clenches at that, heat traveling to his groin. It’s fucked up but he can’t help but feel naughty at the thought of seducing a man like Kinn, a man who has a boyfriend but can’t help himself from wanting Porsche.
“He doesn’t have to know,” Porsche says desperately, ass pushing down like he wants the cock to slip inside through layers of clothing. He can’t take his eyes away from the finger, so close to his leaking tip that he can almost feel the warmth of it. “You don’t have to tell him we…”
“That we?” Kinn prompts, hips jutting out again. His finger brushes over the tip, making Porsche clench his eyes tightly for a second. “Tell me, darling, what do you want?”
Porsche takes a shuddery breath and turns around. A quick maneuver later and he’s straddling him, looking deep into his blown out pupils. Kinn looks like he’s barely holding himself back. His grip on the empty glass is so strong his knuckles turned white and his other palm keeps clenching and unclenching sporadically. It’s like the movement is helping him focus on not touching Porsche.
Porsche starts unbuttoning Kinn’s shirt slowly, one button at a time until it’s all open and he can see his happy trail.
“If you—” He starts and cuts himself off, playing it off like he’s unsure and awkward
“Go on, darling,” Kinn tells him, leaning to the side so he’s able to put the tumbler down on the small table. He leans back, hands gently caressing Porsche’s thighs. He waits a second to see if he will be reprimanded, before he lets them rest there more heavily, gripping at the flesh. “Don’t be shy now.”
Porsche ducks his head, avoiding Kinn’s eyes. Learning close, he puts his lips to Kinn’s ear, making sure to scoot close enough for his cock to press tightly to Kinn’s abs. “If you pay me extra, I’ll let you touch me.”
“Where?” Kinn asks him immediately, grip on Porsche’s thighs tightening. It’s arousing that he doesn’t ask how much, just a simple ‘where?’. Porsche knows how rich he is, but it still blows his mind every single time.
“A place of your choosing,” Porsche whispers and bites at the earlobe. He gives it a suck, enjoying the shudder that goes through Kinn’s body. “But not my… Nothing with my ass. I’m not… I don’t…”
“Oh?” Kinn’s interest is piqued now. “Are you a virgin, darling? Has no one ever fucked your pretty little hole?”
Porsche’s hole clenches at the memory of Kinn pounding him four days ago. He was bruised and tender the whole next day.
Porsche leans back, frowning at Kinn and spits out a defensive, “I’m not gay.”
The corner of Kinn’s mouth ticks up, before he schools his expression. “Your cock is telling a different story.”
Porsche feels his cheeks burn and his cock leaks even more. He’s smearing precome all over Kinn’s skin, making it sticky. That makes him feel even more embarrassed, like his body is betraying him. “Do you want something extra or not?”
It feels easy to be in this role. All Porsche has to do is remember how confused he was when they started meeting in the strip club. It was maddening to get hard while dancing for Kinn when he still thought he was straight.
Kinn takes one hand off Porsche’s thigh to reach into the inner pocket of his jacket. He pulls out a small stack of money, always having cash on hand. Kinn picks what looks like a couple hundred baht and pulls at the waistband of Porsche’s briefs. He tugs at it gently, tucks the bills in near Porsche’s hip.
“What will that get me?” Kinn asks, finger tracing over Porsche’s hip, the light touch burning. It’s like Porsche is slowly being set on fire. “I want to touch your pretty cock. It’s begging for attention, making you wet like a girl. Can I, darling?”
Porsche moans, not being able to hold it in and juts his hips closer to Kinn. “You can touch. But… but only there.”
Kinn hums, his fingertip tracing over Porsche’s abs and playing with the waist chain. Finally, painfully slowly he approaches Porsche’s cock. It’s kept in place by the waistband of the briefs and Porsche is almost trembling with anticipation. Kinn runs his finger over the wet mess on Porsche’s tip, smearing it around. Porsche whimpers, hips bucking up, trying to get closer to the source of pleasure. It feels absolutely maddening when Kinn dips his finger into the slit and pulls it away. Both of them observe the long, thin string of precome connecting his finger to the tip until it breaks. Then Kinn pinches the tip, ignoring Porsche’s whining and squeezes more clear liquid out of it. Porsche can’t even describe how good it feels. He’s completely at Kinn’s mercy, unable to form a single coherent thought.
Goosebumps erupt all over Porsche’s body when Kinn starts playing with the foreskin, slipping his pinky finger underneath it and tugging at it.
“Kinn,” Porsche mumbles, eyelids drooping. He falls out of the role for a second, but Kinn carries on like nothing happened.
The man looks up at him and takes his finger off Porsche only to suck on it obscenely. “Mm, you taste heavenly. Are you sure you’re not gay, darling? Your cock seems to like my touch a lot.”
Porsche puts his hands on Kinn’s exposed chest, feeling how fast his heartbeat is. Without the touch on his cockhead, he can finally focus enough to keep playing their game. He leans forward and softly presses their noses together, holding himself back from kissing Kinn. They’re so close that Porsche’s lips brush Kinn’s while he says, “It’s a hand playing with my cock, of course I like it. I like the money I’m getting out of it even more. Makes me real hard to think about what I can buy with it.”
Porsche is absolutely not expecting Kinn to grab a handful of his ass and keep him in place as he starts humping his erection on Porsche’s crotch. “How about you let me fuck you and I’ll pay you fourty thousand baht? You like money and I have plenty of it.”
Porsche’s own heart starts beating wildly, mouth falling open on a moan as he clutches at Kinn’s pecs, digging his fingers in. All he wants is to give into the sensations and get fucked fast and hard. But it’s Kinn’s birthday and the man seems to be enjoying their roleplay. He’s aroused by the idea of Porsche being a straight guy with a virgin ass.
“What about your boyfriend?” Porsche stammers out, their noses bumping together as Kinn’s hard cock nudges his balls. “He seemed like a nice guy.”
Kinn chuckles darkly, hands sneaking in under the material of the briefs so he’s now clutching at naked skin. He slides his fingertips into Porsche’s crack and pulls the cheeks apart forcefully, making Porsche cry out in shock. “Nice is boring, don’t you think, darling? I would rather have some fun with you.”
Porsche can’t hold himself back any longer and kisses Kinn hungrily, licking deep into his mouth. He can taste the whiskey and the bitterness of his own precome. He chases the taste, plunging his tongue in deeper as his fingers start clawing at Kinn’s body. It feels good to be touching his muscles and rubbing his abs with his hard on. They are moving in sync, with practiced and familiar movements. Porsche pinches Kinn’s nipple, while welcoming his tongue in his mouth. He sucks on it like it’s a cock, body feeling like it's on fire. He lets himself enjoy it for another minute, before he moves back and wipes his mouth.
Kinn’s eyes look like bottomless pits, pupils blown so wide that they have taken over his irises. The intense look makes Porsche’s stomach clench with a sudden shot of adrenaline.
“Fifty thousand baht and I won’t say a word to your nice little boyfriend about it,” he bargains, twitching when Kinn’s fingertip presses against his hole. The man seems surprised that Porsche isn’t wet and open for him, one eyebrow raising up in question. Porsche only stares defiantly at him, daring him to question Porsche being a virgin. The fingertip slides in further as Kinn checks for any traces of lube inside. But it’s completely dry and burns a little, Porsche’s opening clenching around the digit.
“Such a tight hole,” Kinn praises quietly, his finger moving gently in little circles, tasting the resistance. “I’ll enjoy ruining it.”
Porsche reaches back and tugs Kinn’s hands out of his briefs, pushing them to the man’s chest. “I want the money transferred to me now. I’m not a fool.”
He knows Kinn doesn’t have that kind of cash on him, so a transfer is the best option. Porsche wants it to feel real, to truly live out the fantasy.
Kinn huffs, but obediently pulls out his phone and thumbs it open. It takes him maybe a minute to transfer the money to Porsche’s account and he shows it to him with a raised brow.
“Are you happy, darling?” He asks, straightening his back so he can take off his jacket and shirt. Then he’s naked from the waist up, looking absolutely delicious. Porsche can’t take his eyes from his huge biceps and broad chest. Kinn’s dedication to the gym is really showing lately and Porsche can’t get enough of him. “There’s no going back now. You’re mine.”
A shiver runs down Porsche’s spine, cock pulsing with blood. His nipples are pebbled and peaking proudly, pulling Kinn’s attention to them. Kinn leans forward and wraps his lips around one nipple, sucking on it harshly. It causes a zing of pain, but Porsche can’t stop himself from pushing his chest out, offering more of himself to Kinn. The man doesn’t disappoint, biting and licking on the nipple until it’s tender and swollen. He’s acting like a starved man, completely absorbed with his task.
When Kinn pulls away to switch to the other nipple, Porsche takes the opportunity to grab one of his hands and bring it to his mouth.
He swallows two fingers, putting the digits in as far as they will go. It satisfies a primal need he has to suck on something, eyelids drooping as he starts bobbing his head.
“Look at you,” Kinn says, abandoning the nipple and making Porsche’s eyes fly open. “A straight boy gagging for something to fill him up. Are you really sure you aren’t gay, darling?”
Porsche pulls the fingers out of his mouth and looks down at Kinn unbuttoning his belt buckle with his free hand. “I’m just making your money worth it.”
Kinn chuckles, intense dark eyes moving up and down Porsche’s body. “If you want to make my money worth it, start dancing for me again. Show off that virgin hole for me.”
Porsche gets up on shaking legs, limbs weak from the raging arousal wreaking havoc in his body. It’s hard to control his own body when all he can think about is getting ruined by Kinn’s fat cock.
He gives himself a moment to simply stand between Kinn’s opened legs, before he starts swaying to the music again. A slow, sexy beat is filling the room, thrumming in his veins. He closes his eyes and throws his head back, hands gliding all over his chest. It stings when he touches his abused nipples, making him hiss. After playing with the waist chain for a bit, he cups his hard cock through the material, giving himself a rub. The tip is sticky with precome, still steadily leaking and wetting the skin on his stomach. He jacks himself, knees weak and barely holding him upright. It’s starting to be too much, body and mind slowly giving in to the pleasure. He then gives his balls a gentle squeeze, rolling them in his palm. It feels so fucking good to play with them.
When he feels like his legs won’t give up on him when he moves, he turns around so his back is facing Kinn. He hooks his fingers over the waistband and starts teasingly pulling it down. First he exposes one cheek, then the next before he lets the material fall to the floor. His cock finally springs out, bobbing in the air as it’s freed from the restrictive material. The money that was stuck under the waistband falls to the floor, around his legs.
A belt is thrown onto the sleek wooden floor, joining Porsche’s briefs. The thud is barely audible over the music, and it makes Porsche’s body shiver with goosebumps. Kinn must be getting naked now, getting his cock out for Porsche. Porsche looks into the huge mirror, but his own body is covering the view behind him. It’s frustrating that he can’t see the impressive length that will soon be in his body. Forced into his hole with no prep, splitting him open and stuffing him full.
Porsche starts slowly bending forward, showing off his hole to Kinn just like the man wanted. He lets his legs slide apart again, easily going into the splits. The cold floor makes him flinch when his balls touch it, cock pressed flat on the hard wood as he leans his torso forward. It exposes his ass to Kinn and he hears the man swear loudly. His voice is loaded with need, making Porsche smirk. When he raises his eyes, he sees his reflection in the mirror, body splayed out in an offering. But what’s more interesting is Kinn’s reflection as the man stares down at Porsche, hand working furiously on his cock. He’s jerking himself off, the pulls rough in their intensity.
Porsche takes a shuddery breath and moves to kneel with his knees wide apart. He starts grinding down like he’s humping the air, cock and balls swaying behind him.
He sees Kinn stand up in the reflection and a moment later he feels a hard slap on his ass. It stings, making him gasp.
“That’s enough,” Kinn tells him, sounding hoarse. “Get on all fours on the chair.”
Porsche quickly scrambles from the floor, eager to get things going. He turns around to face Kinn and plasters his body to him, erections pressing together. It feels amazing to press himself to Kinn this way, to feel his warmth and solid muscles. The man is completely naked as well, muscular body on full display for Porsche’s hungry eyes.
Porsche's thoughts are already floaty, and he cannot focus. He starts trembling, tremors running through him that Kinn must feel with how tightly they’re pressed together. Porsche doesn’t know if it’s nervousness or arousal. Probably a mix of both. “Just… just stick it in me. I don’t want you touching me too much.”
Kinn looks taken aback at that, because he knows Porsche isn’t prepared to take him in.
“This is the first time I’ve seen a straight guy so eager to take a cock up their ass,” Kinn says, putting his hands on Porsche’s shoulders. He gives them a squeeze, feeling the muscles to check if Porsche is tense. “Just stick it in. Do you even know what you’re asking for, darling?”
Porsche rolls his eyes, fighting with every fiber of his body not to just drop to his knees and suck Kinn’s cock into his mouth. To make him come that way and not have to go through with the sex. He’s thrumming with nervous anticipation, getting antsy. He knows it’s going to be a painful struggle, but he hopes it will all be worth it in the end. It takes everything in his power to utter the next words with cockiness, “Oh, please. Girls take cocks all the time, it’s not that hard.”
Kinn laughs, throwing his head back in amusement. It exposes his neck and the jut of his Adam’s apple, making saliva pool in Porsche’s mouth. He wants to suck on the skin, but the thought flies out of his head when Kinn reaches between them and curls his fingers around Porsche’s shaft. “It’s a cute cock, even if it’s smaller than mine. You clearly don’t know how it is to fuck with a huge dick, because you would know you need to prep your partner first.”
Porsche almost sputters, on the edge of breaking character. That fucking asshole will pay for it later. For now he just scoffs at him, stepping out of reach and gets on the chair with all the defiance his body possesses. He leans his torso over the headrest, kneeling on it with ass pushed out. He makes sure to arch his back, so there’s a nice bend. The chain moves over his skin, tickling him.
“Just get on with it. The twenty minutes I was paid for has long ago ended,” Porsche says, heart hammering in his chest and voice trembling audibly. “Hurry up before I charge you overtime on top of the fifty thousand.”
Kinn chuckles behind him, large and warm hands grabbing at Porsche’s hips. He can probably feel how he’s shivering with nerves.
“Tell me, darling, do you have any lube? Or should I try going in dry? Maybe with a bit of spit.” Then he proceeds to spit on Porsche’s hole, the warm, wet feeling of it making Porsche gasp. The spit slowly slides down his perineum until it reaches Porsche’s balls.
“There’s lube in the bathrobe,” Porsche tells him, barely recognizing his own voice. Kinn’s hands disappear from his body and Porsche closes his eyes tightly, breathing in and out to calm himself down. He needs to be relaxed as much as possible for this. When the hands come back, this time slick with lube, he shudders. With his head propped on his own forearm, he starts panting for air, legs quivering as Kinn slides a finger inside his body. He starts pleading, before his mind can even catch up with that, “Please, be… be gentle with me. I’ve never done this before.”
Porsche moans loudly when Kinn grabs a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back so his spine bends even further. He presses his fat cock between Porsche’s asscheeks and asks almost menacingly, “I paid fifty thousand to fuck you. Why would I be gentle with you now?”
Porsche’s erection feels like it’s going to burst with the sudden blood flow, he’s so fucking hard it’s ridiculous. He has no right to be so aroused by Kinn after being together for months. Yet, here he is, ready to blow his load without a hand on his cock. The man slides his finger out of his hole before he replaces it with his fat tip, pressing bluntly against the opening. Porsche’s mouth falls open, but he’s incapable of speech now.
“I leave gentle for my boyfriend at home,” Kinn explainsas he presses slowly inside. It’s not brutal, but neither is it careful. Porsche’s eyes are wide and unseeing, his mind in a state of shock. Kinn’s tip pops inside, forcing a garbled noise out of him. He clenches down on it, unable to stop the reaction. “I’ll do whatever I want with a greedy slut like you.”
Porsche grips the chairback like it’s the only thing keeping him together at the moment. If he loses his hold on it, he will float away, lost in a world of painful pleasure. It’s anchoring him to what is happening, helping him survive it. He closes his eyes tightly when he feels a burning, stretching feeling in his ass as Kinn pushes in further. Fuck, it hurts. It’s all wet and almost slippery with the amount of lube Kinn applied, but his cock is simply too big to fit in comfortably. Porsche doesn’t even notice he’s whimpering and mumbling incoherent words until Kinn releases his hair, letting his head fall forward like he’s a puppet whose strings have been cut.
“Shh, darling,” Kinn hushes him, petting his sweaty back like he’s a spooked animal. The man sounds composed, but Porsche can feel the slight tremor in his hand as it’s running over his back. “You’re taking me beautifully. Your tight little hole is opening up like it was made to take my cock.”
“Kinn,” Porsche cries out. There’s a lump in his throat and tears forming in his eyes. It’s just too much. He can’t take more. He’s going to burst. All he can focus on is the huge dick, branding him from the inside. “Please, I can’t… I will… I’ll send the money back. Just stop.”
Kinn shoves more of his fat length in, so that more than half of him is inside. The feeling that Porsche’s body is too small to take him is intensifying with every inch he takes. “Are you giving up now, darling? Don’t you want to be a good boy for me?”
Porsche whimpers at that, knowing that all he has to do is turn around, look Kinn in the eyes and say he wants to stop. And it will stop. No questions asked. So it feels even more overwhelming to go on with it, to continue this madness. Porsche has never been a quitter and he’s not going to become one now. That’s why he starts circling his hips back to try to get used to the feeling.
“Please, Khun Kinn, it’s too much,” he begs again, choking up. The world blurs around the edges from the tears swimming in his eyes. Realizing that he’s taking Kinn’s cock with zero prep for the very first time, makes him twitch and impale himself further on the thick shaft.
“There you go. Just like that. Good boy.” Kinn sounds wrecked now, like he decided to abandon all pretense for just a moment. He sounds exactly as overwhelmed as Porsche feels. “So fucking tight for me. Such a lovely, virgin hole.”
With no warning, Kinn grabs his hips and shoves himself all the way in in one single, forceful push. A broken sob escapes from Porsche’s mouth, and tears fall from his eyes with how tightly he clenches his eyes. He bites down on his own hand, legs giving up on him. Kinn’s powerful grip is the only thing keeping his ass up. He gives Porsche a few seconds to adjust, before he starts fucking him. He doesn’t start slow and controlled, no. He lets himself go, short and harsh snaps of hips that make clapping sounds as their bodies clash with the slow beat of the music. Porsche can’t even focus enough to tell what kind of song it is. All he knows is the cock tearing him apart, fucking into him brutally like all Porsche is good for is taking it. It’s relentless, in and out, in and out...
“Like that, let me hear you,” Kinn praises him through clenched teeth.
And just now Porsche realizes that he’s crying out with every powerful push. That tears are rolling down his cheeks, wetting the velvet material of the chair.That he’s gasping for breath. The realization of how wrecked he is makes him start sobbing. It hits him that there’s no escaping Kinn’s dick, no room to move and make him slide out. He’s completely at Kinn’s mercy, belonging to him now. The only thing he’s painfully aware of is the pressure in his ass and his heavy erection swaying with the motion of Kinn’s body.
Porsche is lost in the sensations. His whole body is tingling, something building in his lower stomach, heat pooling in, making his balls draw in.
Kinn angles his next thrust so that he hammers directly over Porsche’s prostate. And then it’s game over.
“Kinn,” Porsche groans, cock shooting completely untouched and hole clenching down. He shouts, pushing his face further into the headrest and tries to find some way to anchor himself, so he can stay present in the moment. It’s a weird feeling to come untouched, like the orgasm isn’t fully over, just simmering under his skin. He moans in relief when Kinn gets a hand on him and milks it out of him, making his eyes roll back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
He keeps repeating that one word like it’s a mantra, the only thing keeping him sane. Kinn’s cock feels even bigger in him now, his hole abused from the pounding. It’s clinging to the hard shaft, closing on it with every tremor wrecking Porsche’s body. It takes maybe five more thrusts for Kinn to finally still, coming deep inside him.
The silence in the room is sudden, no more clapping sounds, no more of Porsche’s sobbing and cursing. No more grunts from Kinn. There is only the music playing and their loud breathing.
Porsche sniffles, sucking air into his burning lungs and wiping at his eyes. The back of the chair is all wet, unpleasant to touch so he pushes himself away from it, knees quivering so hard that he’s having trouble keeping himself up.
“Let me, darling,” Kinn says, the tone of his voice, warm and worried, lets Porsche know their role play is over. Kinn pulls out as gently as he can, but it still makes Porsche whimper brokenly. He doesn’t have to check to know he’s puffy and tender. It will hurt to sit tomorrow, but it was fucking worth it. Every single minute of it. He has never experienced anything like that before. “Okay, now lean against me. I’ll help you to the couch.”
Kinn puts his hands on Porsche’s ribs and hauls him to his feet, helping him regain balance when he sways. Then he guides him to the couch, where he lies Porsche down. The second he sees how wrecked Porsche looks with tears and snot on his face, he frowns, concerned.
“Are you okay, Porsche? Do you need anything? Was I too rough with you, darling?” His keen eyes check Porsche’s for any sign of a lie.
“It was perfect,” Porsche assures him, feeling warm all over at the concern. “Maybe give me some water, though. And cuddle me.”
“That I can do,” Kinn tells him. His boyfriend, completely naked, with cock still half-hard and swinging from side to side in the most captivating way, walks over to the table and picks two bottles of water. Then he quickly comes back to the couch, but he doesn’t lie down. First he helps Porsche drink, wiping the stray tears from his face and petting his hair back into place. “You fucking wrecked me, Porsche. You keep surprising me in the best of ways.”
Porsche giggles after swallowing the water, giddy now that he managed to pull it all off. “So you liked it then?”
“I fucking loved it,” Kinn assures him, staring at him with intense, serious eyes. “It was the best birthday gift I have ever gotten.”
Porsche winks at him, trying to play it cool, but a stupid, huge smile overtakes his whole face. “Come on, cuddle time now. I want to lie that on that ridiculous chest of yours.”
Kinn raises an eyebrow at him, “I don’t know if I can. My boyfriend might get jealous.”
“Oi, shut it.” Porsche snarks back, unable to stop being so damn giddy. It’s like the orgasm took away the rest of his brain cells with it. He’s pretty sure he’s glowing with happiness now. “I can’t believe you went with all of it so easily.”
“So it wasn’t real?” Kinn fake gasps, but he lies down next to Porsche, pulling him into his embrace. The muscular arms and broad chest make Porsche feel safe and taken care of. “Because I’m pretty sure I just paid fifty thousand baht to get my dick wet.”
Porsche bites Kinn’s nipple, tasting the sweaty skin. “Fuck off. I’ll transfer the money back later.”
“You don’t have to,” Kinn tells him, gently caressing Porsche’s back. Porsche just rolls his eyes, because Kinn is ridiculous when it comes to money. If he could, he would throw it at Porsche for handing him a glass of water when they’re at home.
A comfortable silence washes over them, the music playing in the background lulling Porsche slowly to sleep. “Happy birthday, Kinn. I love you.”
“I love you too, darling,” his boyfriend answers back, kissing the top of Porsche’s head.