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It had to be dangerous to love someone so much—the desire and want to crawl into the other’s skin until there was no way to differentiate where one began or ended, to stay wrapped in each other’s love to keep warm while relishing the way that same love scorched whoever dared to come close.
That love was what Porsche had— pooling deep in his core like molten syrup—but it never stopped his craving for it, and he was ravenous now, gazing fixed on the man he loved.
His cock started to fill out as he watched Kinn make his way through the room, the heads of those around him instinctively lowering—which was good; they were unworthy of even a glimpse of him. The black ensemble suited the newly minted Don beautifully, the suit jacket stretching tightly over Kinn’s broad shoulders. A beautifully contrasting triangle of pale skin lay exposed; he never loved his lover’s hatred of buttons more, Porsche’s teeth marks still peeking past the black fabric.
The only sprinkle of colour was the gold Phoenix brooch hanging from Kinn’s left suit lapel, mismatched precious stones dangling from its curled tail feathers. Those who dared to lift their gaze flinched as though burnt when they saw it, their reactions mirroring the ones Porsche had been receiving the entire night.
His hands ran slowly over the golden dragon curled around his throat, a fingertip stroking its head resting peacefully on his clavicle, sharp diamond teeth baring to the rest of the world. Its tail curled possessively around the base of Porsche’s throat, a set of mismatched precious stones dangling from it as well. They almost looked like drops of blood, and given their origin, it was highly fitting… after all, they were once coated in it.
Desired roared in him as his gaze trailed down Kinn’s arm to the gold band sitting prettily on his left ring finger—a physical reminder to the world that the Head of the Major Theerapanyakul Family was claimed and spoken for. It was also an incredible timesaver, giving Porsche back hours where he could be spread and eaten out to an inch of his life rather than coming up with creative ways to make examples out of twinks who still thought Kinn would pay them even a glance. It was offensive, if Porsche had to be honest, that in their feeble little minds, they felt themselves to be above him when they could barely even brush at the foot of his position.
Their wedding had only been a week ago, but the matching jewellery ensured that those in attendance would feel as though it happened only yesterday,
“Darling, the guests are still waiting and are growing more and more insufferable with each passing second.”
Kinn turned to face him, looking absolutely breathtaking in a full white suit that matched Porsche’s—a style choice that Khun and Chay had insisted upon even though Porsche had explained that it was pretty common knowledge that neither of the pair was a virgin.
The older took both hands in his, pressing a sniff kiss to Porsche’s cheek before trailing down to his lips, tongue brushing his bottom lip in hopes of entry. Instead, Porsche could only take his hand out from Kinn’s hold to affectionately tap him on his nose, a fond smile on his face at how the older’s nose scrunched up.
“We almost did not make it to the altar, our brothers will kill us if we forgo the cake-cutting and whatever nonsense they decided to spend our money on.”
Kinn’s smile stole the breath from Porsche’s lungs that smile still on his face while Kinn nuzzled his nose along Porsche’s.
“I was just checking on the fireworks, love. Besides, they deserve the consequences for keeping us apart for three days… our longest dry-spell yet.”
Porsche peered over his husband’s shoulders, eyebrows raising slightly at the set-up behind him.
“A bit over the top, don’t you think?”
Kinn merely shrugged, fingers playing with the gold band he had placed on Porsche’s left ring finger that very afternoon.
“Your little brother has taken on every ounce of the groomzilla that you have decided to forgo. You should have heard the things he said, love. Apparently getting fresh hydrangeas during this time of year and keeping them in full bloom on a yacht surrounded by salty sea air is quite difficult, and some people have already knocked down several of the vases.”
Porsche shook his head fondly at the memory of his brother barking out orders before the ceremony, Kim having to drag him away after the little one had his second meltdown over napkin rings—apparently, they were in the wrong shade of gold.
A warm hand wrapped around his own, gently tugging him back to the boat’s main deck where their family and guests awaited them. Porsche’s eyes widened slightly at the five-tiered cake that stood proudly in the center, an intertwined sugar sculpture of a phoenix and a dragon wrapped around the cake. Edible gold gave off a glittering effect against the moonlight. Tankhun had outdone himself—if people thought Chay was a dictator when it came to the decorations, the eldest Theerapanyakul would put all of them to shame in the manner he ran the kitchen.
A server silently approached the pair, offering each of them a glass of champagne. Porsche swirled the liquid in his hand while Kinn rose his in the air, the crowd falling silent at the gesture.
“Porsche and I cannot thank you enough for making the time to attend our wedding...”
Porsche barely held back a scoff; these people would have rather missed the birth of their firstborn than miss this.
“It is an extremely momentous occasion for the Theerapanyakul family, and we are honoured to have you all be a part of it.”
The way the chests of some of the guests started to puff up reminded him of the weird black bird with some red inflatable sack he saw on some wildlife documentary that Chay had insisted he watches… and Porsche wanted to stick and needle into watch them pop.
His musing was interrupted as his intertwined hand was lifted, Kinn’s lips brushing against his knuckles, prompting a genuine smile to grace his face.
“This also marks a milestone for The Theerapanyakul Empire, for starting from today, the Minor and Major family will be one!”
Fireworks lit up the sky at the declaration, the bright lights highlighting the disbelief on their guests’ faces.
Kinn’s statement had just made public what had already been in motion since Porsche took the Minor Family ring. By putting it out there into the world, he was cementing that any insult towards Porsche was an insult towards him, and vice versa. The closest thing Porsche could refer to was a declaration of open season towards anyone who dared to throw another of their pretty sons in Kinn’s direction or tried to push back power into the hands of the decaying old man locked up in the compound.
Wet droplets started to fall against Porsche’s cheek. He could only watch with morbid satisfaction as the disbelief on those pathetic faces morphed into utter horror when they realized what was raining down upon them.
“This was supposed to be my hia’s special day, the happiest day of his life and you utter leeches decided it would be the perfect time to try and assassinate him, and my brother-in-law. So, mark my words; if anyone ever tries to pull such a stunt again, they will be treated to the same explosive response as the men who killed my hydrangeas.”
His little brother’s eyes lit up when they caught Porsche’s, running up to snuggle against him like a puppy while Porsche tried to brush the blood out of his hair.
“Best boy.”
Chay pecked his cheek before grimacing, moving to give Kinn a snuggle, cheekily rubbing his face against the white suit.
“I am going to take a shower, so I don’t have to watch the two of you be disgusting.”
Porsche could only watch his brother drag a dazed and lovesick Kim by the collar, disappearing into the private cabins while a triumphant Tankhun crowed at saving the cake, declaring they would be having a movie night after to enjoy this.
“I would suggest getting comfortable, after all, you are on a boat in the middle of the ocean surrounded by Theerapanyakul guards… though by all means, try and swim back to civilisation, it would give us something entertaining to watch.”
Vegas looked down his nose at the still scrambling guests who were trying their best to find cover—and there were surprisingly no umbrellas for them to do so. Vegas spared Kinn and Porsche a smirk, looping an arm around the waist of both Pete and Tae, dragging them out of sight while they frantically spoke their congratulations to the newlyweds.
Porsche winked at them before looping his arms around his own partner’s waist, leaning back slightly to take in just how gorgeous Kinn looked—the trails of crimson standing out beautifully against his fair skin, the splatters of it looking like delicately painted calligraphy against his white suit.
It was too poetic for Porsche—it was too reminiscent of the story of their love and how the both of them had paid with their blood for it to stand strong against everything the world threw at them.
“You are my very life, Porsche. Every breath I take is by the mercy of your hand.”
He pressed his lips softly against the older, giggling against Kinn’s lips when he was dipped and all he could see was Kinn.
“And you are mine, for every beat of my heart simply mirrors yours.”
The unspoken words of ‘if Kinn’s were to stop, so would Porsche’s’ laid bare in the space between them, though it soon closed as Kinn leaned down, capturing Porsche’s lips while the screams of their guests faded into nothingness.
Vegas, Pete, and Tae had taken their pound of flesh before the celebration, and the hefty jewels that would-assassins had been carrying—why would people use their own children to do their dirty work? Porsche will never know. It had only taken a few days, but elegant jewellery boxes turned up at the Major family compound with a note that the trio hoped Porsche and Kinn would enjoy their wedding gifts.
“One would say that your gaze is inappropriate for such an event, darling.”
Porsche would liken his smile to the cat who had eaten the canary, looking across the faces of envy that stared back at him as his husband took his hands, lowering his proud head to brush his lips against Porsche’s knuckles. He took great pleasure in knowing that they knew that if Porsche asked Kinn to kneel before him in front of everyone, the Major family head would do so with the reverence of worshipping a god.
“Since when have the civilities of any event ever stopped us from doing what we wanted..”
He could feel his cock hardened even further at how Kinn’s jaw clenched, his hand slowly drifting up his inner thigh, cupping around the older’s hardening cock, nimble fingers stroking along the shaft.
“You bent me over your ailing father’s hospital bed, and this is where you draw the line? Not when you had me drooling against the hospital comforter while you fucked your come back into my greedy little hole with your tongue?”
He could see Kinn teetering his line of composure, eyes forced closed to maintain what little self-control he had left… and Porsche knew precisely what to say to make him snap.
Under the façade of adjusting his husband’s brooch, Porsche leaned close, tilting his head just enough to flick the tip of his tongue against the shell of Kinn’s ear.
“I’m still loose from when you fucked me before we left, your come has been dripping out of me this entire event… I feel so empty, Kinn; for better or for worse remember, you aren’t going to leave me like this, are you?”
A hand curled possessively around Porsche’s throat, a small smile on his face at the dark gaze of his husband—looking as though he wanted to consume Porsche’s very essence—desire licking up his spine. Yes, this was home to him.
Kinn’s thumb swiped over his Adam’s apple before settling on the other side of his neck, pressing down with enough pressure that his mind began to start slipping into a pleasurable haze.
“I am going to the bathroom, and you will meet me there in ten minutes.”