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"Come on! Hurry up, Kinn!" Porsche giggles excitedly, hands interlaced with Kinn's as he leads the way back to the bungalow they'd rented for the week. Sand gets between their toes while the stars above light up their path as they rush back from tonight's candlelit dinner by the beach.
True to his words, Kinn had taken Porsche out on their first ever dinner date as a reward for passing his Assessment.
Everything has been quite romantic so far, actually.
Porsche appreciated all the effort his boyfriend put into making their first official date as a couple special but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't been thinking about the second half of Kinn's promise since his Assessment scores came out.
It had gotten so bad that Chay had all but pushed him out of the mansion earlier that day.
Porsche all but tackles Kinn onto the bed the moment they enter their room. They may be somewhat equal in terms of strength, but he is much more nimble so he's able to climb on top of Kinn without much trouble.
"Khun Kinn," Porsche says coyly, long fingers splayed across the expanse of Kinn's chest. He leans forward ever so slightly and gently rubs circles onto the cotton linen button down beneath his fingertips. "I've come to collect your debt."
Despite all his efforts to appear composed, his tail swishes erratically behind him. Kinn takes one look at it and Porsche feels warm hands on his thighs moments later, thumbs caressing the skin underneath his khaki shorts in soothing motions.
"If this is how you'll be collecting debts for me then I think I'll have to reconsider putting you in that role," Kinn raises a brow in challenge as he looks up at Porsche.
He sounds stern, though Porsche can tell from the way the corners of his mouth turn up that he's not serious.
"Kinn," Porsche whines through his giggles, nerves calming down a bit. It still amazes him how well Kinn can read him sometimes. "I'm trying to stay in character here. At least roll with it."
In the blink of an eye, Porsche finds his world turned upside down and his back pressed against the mattress.
"Like this?" Kinn murmurs, close enough for his breath to warm Porsche's lips as he touches the tips of their noses together.
He's kneeling on the bed now, occupying the space between Porsche's parted legs. One of his hands holds Porsche's waist while the other clutches onto the muscle of Porsche's thigh.
Porsche trills as he clasps both hands around Kinn's nape and pulls his boyfriend in for a kiss. He came to Krabi with one ultimate goal in mind: to finally get his guts rearranged by Kinn. He'd even planned a bit of role playing to spice things up but if Kinn wants to skip a few steps of foreplay, then Porsche isn't going to complain.
After all, the sooner he gets what he wants, the sooner he can ask Kinn for more.
Which is why Porsche wastes no time in coaxing Kinn into deepening the kiss when it starts off too tender, too sweet. He doesn't want to do things slowly – not tonight. Not after months of waiting. Porsche is eager for it and he's done taking things slow.
To get this point across, Porsche teasingly runs his tongue over Kinn's bottom lip. Nips at it lightly, just the way Kinn likes, before sucking it into his mouth. He's rewarded with a low groan and a hand cupping his jaw – Kinn asking for permission that's readily granted as Porsche parts his lips.
Their tongues meet and it's a familiar dance, flooding his tummy with warmth and making his pulse race.
Porsche lets Kinn set the pace, slides his hands down from Kinn's nape so that they can slip past the hem of his shirt and explore the firm muscles hidden underneath.
He tries to match his touches to the rhythm of their kisses – a flick of the tongue followed by a thumb brushing over Kinn's nipple, blunt nails dragging across warm skin just as their teeth click against each other.
A spark of arousal swirls bright in his belly when Kinn shudders under his touch just before pulling away.
"You want me to take the lead tonight, right?" Kinn asks, pupils already blown wide.
"Mm," Porsche nods, hooking a leg around Kinn's waist. "I like it when you take charge."
"Do you?" Kinn laughs, raising a brow as he sits back. The change in position makes it easier for him to break free from the leg Porsche has wrapped around him, but not before leaving the hybrid a soft kiss on the knee. "Or do you just like getting the chance to see if I'll let you get your way?"
Porsche hums but maintains an innocent expression as he sits up to discard his overshirt. He looks Kinn right in the eyes and shrugs just before he takes off the white tank top he has on as well.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Sure you don't," Kinn chuckles fondly, unable to keep his gaze away from Porsche's bare body. He doesn't even bother hiding the way he drinks in the sight before him, just scoots closer to Porsche so that he can give him a kiss on the cheek.
Kinn's face grows serious as he laces their fingers together.
"If you really want to try, we can test the waters tonight. Nothing serious enough to warrant a safe word. But tell me when you want to stop, okay? We can stop any time you want, Porsche."
Porsche resists the urge to roll his eyes. He adores Kinn, he really does, but he's not sure how else he can convince Kinn that he's made up his mind about this months ago. The last thing Porsche will be asking Kinn to do tonight is to stop.
He trills softly, hoping it'll be a neutral enough response. The kiss pressed onto the back of his palm afterwards proves otherwise.
"Wanna tell me what you're thinking?" Kinn calmly peers at him.
"It's nothing," Porsche's hybrid ears shift a lot before finally turning down to the sides. He can't help but pout. "I just don't get how you could still think that I'd want to stop."
"I didn't mean it like that," Kinn soothes, thumb caressing Porsche's skin while he tries to appease him. "I want this too, Porsche. But I want to make you feel safe, first and foremost."
"I always feel safe with you anyway," Porsche mutters, finally seeing where Kinn is coming from. Of course he's grateful to have a boyfriend who puts his well-being first. He's lucked out with Kinn, Porsche knows that.
But sometimes, he wishes Kinn would just take.
Would be reckless enough to seize an opportunity, consequences be damned.
Porsche has seen that side of Kinn once before, that afternoon he'd caught him off guard and pinned him to the sofa. Every touch from Kinn made Porsche feel wanted – made him feel owned. Porsche wasn't inexperienced, but the way Kinn had guided him then called him kitten hit him with a new and addictive kind of high.
It's the one memory that never fails to send desire shooting down his spine.
He's thought about it more times than he can count. In the shower, on his sofa, and even on their bed, between the sheets and pillows that already had an intoxicating mix of his and Kinn's scents.
Porsche had taken his time with that last one.
Kinn was out with Tay and Time for the day and Porsche had the suite all to himself. Had all the time in the world to think about what he would have done if Kim didn't arrive. At one point he even laid on his stomach, buried his face in Kinn's pillow, and thought about the things Kinn would have done to him. That afternoon ended with Porsche's hips in the air, needy little whines filling the empty room as he shoved a hand between his legs.
Kinn arrived in the evening, whisked Porsche away to a five-star restaurant for dinner, then rewarded him with a scalp massage and thank you kiss on the forehead for changing the bedsheets.
It's almost criminal that Porsche has had to wait months to even get a taste of the real thing again. And now that it was so close, Kinn was sweetly presenting him with the option to back out.
So.
Porsche's petulant little pout stays in place.
It's kissed off his lips moments later by Kinn, who has unfortunately discovered how effective his kisses were in placating Porsche. Really, the only times he ever broken the terms of their agreement after being released from the hospital were to stop Porsche from sulking by showering him with kisses.
But today is different. Porsche is determined. He isn't going to– oh.
Oh.
He's been prepared to pout through the usual onslaught of featherlight kisses to his cheeks, his forehead, and the tip of his nose.
Instead, Porsche gets a thumb pressing down on his chin and prying his lips apart. When he tries to pull away, a hand clasps around his nape and draws him closer.
Kinn kisses like he's got a point to prove. It's hot and heavy, almost demanding with the way he explores Porsche's mouth. Almost like he's finally laying claim.
Porsche shivers in his arms, resistance melting away and responding with full enthusiasm. His hands travel all over Kinn's body, longing to touch skin. Porsche musters enough patience to undo two buttons on Kinn's white button down before he gives up and just rips the thing open then tears it off of Kinn.
That earns him a tug on his bottom lip as Kinn smiles into the kiss then finally pulls away.
They're both breathless when they part. Porsche can tell his lips are beginning to swell from the way they're tingling and his lungs burn as he feels Kinn's ribs expand beneath his fingertips.
"Do you believe me now?" Kinn asks, eyes lingering on the thin strands of saliva connecting their lips. His fingers ghost over the bare skin of Porsche's waist, where he'd managed to undo the buttons of Porsche's shorts unnoticed.
"Mmm," Porsche replies, feeling a bit lightheaded from the way Kinn held him in place for that last kiss. He winds his tail around Kinn's waist then makes a pleased little trill.
Kinn laughs.
"Take these off for me, then."
Porsche bites his lip but follows Kinn's request regardless. He's already half hard and his last minute decision to ditch his briefs earlier means there's no hiding it from Kinn.
"Someone's eager," Kinn observes, tone light despite the sharp gleam in his eyes.
He turns his back for a few seconds just to retrieve something from their bedside drawer and Porsche takes the opportunity to hug his knees to his chest, tail curled in on himself to cover what it can.
His discarded shorts are right beside him and Porsche fishes something small out of its pockets.
"Ready?" Kinn returns with a sky blue tube of lube which he drops on the bed.
Instead of following the request, Porsche holds his hand out to Kinn.
"For you," Porsche trills, equal parts shy and excited. He beams when Kinn reaches out with his empty palm facing up.
The remote is small, but it fits in Kinn's palm perfectly.
"Porsche," Kinn swallows, at a loss for words. He can't hide his bewilderment. "What–?"
Before Kinn can even finish, Porsche leans back against the headboard and spreads his legs, revealing the baby pink silicone plug nestled in him.
"Like I said," Porsche murmurs, cheeks warm and stomach swooping as he sees the confusion on Kinn's face morph into desire. "It's for you."
Kinn hides his face into his palm and utters a string of curses under his breath before he's able to function.
"When did you even have time to put this on?" Kinn laughs, sounding amused.
"My bath," Porsche chirps. "After we got back from kayaking."
"You had this on during dinner? "
"I wanted a head start on the prep and I also wanted to surprise you," Porsche hums in affirmation. "I thought about giving that to you earlier but tonight was our first official dinner date as boyfriends. I knew you'd want it to be romantic."
Kinn sighs, looking down for a brief moment. When he looks up he's got an affectionate smile directed at Porsche.
"Fuck, what am I gonna do with you?" Kinn asks, one hand coming up to run his fingers through Porsche's hair before he leans in for a kiss that Porsche readily reciprocates. He cups Porsche's cheek when they part. "You're so hot."
Porsche wants to reply but he finds himself moaning instead, eyes fluttering shut as the toy inside him comes to life. The settings aren't anything crazy – just light vibrations for now. It's pleasant, but the bigger turn on here is the knowledge that Kinn currently has some form of control over him – over his pleasure.
Just the idea that Kinn could make him feel good without a single warning got Porsche's blood pumping.
"Feels nice?"
"Yes."
"Good. Lie down for me, kitten."
Porsche purrs as he lets his body slide down until his back is flat on the mattress. There it is. That name again. It's been months since Kinn called him that, and now Porsche feels a little weak in the knees hearing it. He might spread his legs a little bit wider because of it, too.
Kinn crawls down the bed and props himself on his elbows between Porsche's legs. His gaze grows hungry as he caresses the inside of Porsche's thighs, fleeting touches savoring the expanse of smooth, golden skin.
"Kinn!" Porsche giggles, tail flicking playfully beside him as he looks at his boyfriend. He didn't have particularly sensitive thighs but he'd shaved a few days ago and now even the slightest touch got a reaction out of him. "That tickles."
The giggles abruptly cut off into a soft gasp when Kinn, instead of stopping, looks right at him while pressing soft kisses to the inside of his thighs. Porsche's fingers curl into the sheets as Kinn parts his lips and exhales, breathing hot puffs of air onto skin.
A flush starts to rise on Porsche's cheeks and heat swirls in his belly. Kinn's gaze has him pinned down. He tries to keep it together but no amount of biting his own lips can stop the moans from spilling out of them when the gentle kisses on his inner thighs turn into something more intense.
"Kinn," Porsche mewls, tipping his head back as he begins to feel pressure on delicate skin. Kinn was marking him.
"You're just pretty everywhere, aren't you, kitten?" Kinn asks, eyes drinking in Porsche's expression before focusing intently on the bruises that were now starting to bloom on his golden skin.
Porsche whimpers, eyes falling shut as Kinn leaves open-mouthed kisses on each hickey. He cries out when the faint vibrations inside him intensify soon after. His first instinct is to close his legs but hands on the back of his knees keep them wide open.
"My kitten loves being called pretty," Kinn coos at him, holding the remote up to show Porsche that he's turning the intensity up even more.
Porsche wants to deny it, wants to say he's never liked being called pretty before all this. His words get swallowed up by his own moans as Kinn chooses that moment to finally wrap a hand around his cock and lick a stripe on the underside of it, from base to tip.
"What's that?" Kinn murmurs once he's gotten Porsche nice and wet, puckered lips now leaving teasing little kisses on the head. It's phrased like a request but the command in his voice is clear. "Let me hear you, Porsche."
"O-only," Porsche breathes shakily, trying to keep his voice level. He immediately fails when Kinn takes him into his mouth fully, cheeks hollowed as his head bobs up and down. Porsche's hips almost buck up, only for Kinn to hold them down effortlessly.
Fuck.
Porsche's cock twitches.
There's no doubt Kinn feels it because he quirks a brow at Porsche before pulling off with a pop, tongue gliding over his spit-slick lips.
"Only?" Kinn prompts, letting go of Porsche in favor of reaching for something Porsche can't quite see.
"Only like it from you," Porsche exhales, finally able to catch his breath now that he wasn't being suffocated by delicious warmth.
"You're just too sweet," Kinn smiles up at him. "I really like it when you're sweet for me, kitten."
That's all the warning Porsche gets before Kinn turns the intensity of the toy up high enough for the soft buzzing to reach his ears.
"Kinn!" Porsche cries out, body lurching from pleasure. His hips buck harder and his toes curl but Kinn manages to keep him pinned in place. He peers down hoping to get a glimpse of Kinn's face but only sees the top of his boyfriend's head.
The plug inside him shifts and that's when Porsche feels the soft tip of Kinn's tongue leave teasing flicks over his rim. He shuts his eyes and digs his hands into Kinn's scalp, writhes as much as the strong hands on his hips will let him.
He's essentially helpless – unable to do anything but take what Kinn gives him and something about that warms him up inside. Being at Kinn's mercy sends thrills up his spine. Porsche has no idea what Kinn will do to him yet he's certain that Kinn won't ever hurt him. It's a special kind of trust he's never shared with anyone before and it's so good .
Kinn waits for Porsche to quiet down a bit, for his moans to turn into breathy little sighs, before slipping a finger into him. It's longer than the plug and Kinn immediately finds the spot that makes Porsche's back arch off the bed.
"Kinn!"
Porsche utters Kinn's name like it's a prayer. He starts begging – for something, anything – before he can even understand what he wants. There's an undercurrent of pleasure sizzling beneath his skin and he isn't close to an orgasm yet, but he could be.
There's a thin layer of sweat already forming on his brow – he really shouldn't have let Kinn adjust the room's thermostat – and Porsche wipes it away before he slips a hand between his legs.
He's intercepted by Kinn, who intertwines their fingers before Porsche can even touch himself then pins his hand back onto the mattress.
"Kinn, I need–" Porsche gasps. "I'm–"
Porsche feels like he's caught between two opposing currents. It's too much, but it's not enough. All the stimulation he's receiving keeps building but he's struggling to reach a peak he can't quite reach. Porsche starts moving his hips in small circles, trying to ride things out. If he could just get Kinn to brush against that bundle of nerves again–
He can't help the disappointed noise he makes when Kinn pulls out and the whirring of the plug inside him comes to a halt.
"No."
Porsche roars when Kinn gently pulls the plug out.
He feels a spark of hope when Kinn takes him into his hand, but it's immediately put out when he feels three fingers firmly wrap around the base.
"Not yet, Porsche."
"Wanna come," Porsche whines as ebbs of arousal continue to flow through his veins. He wriggles his hips frustrated that he's being prevented from hitting his peak even though it's just within his reach.
"You will later, I'll make sure of it," Kinn promises, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.
"Want it now," Porsche pouts.
Over the years, Porsche had gotten used to quick and easy fucks. Without having a human guardian, he and Chay were constantly on the move. It wasn't like he could bring anyone home or leave Chay alone until morning, so Porsche got used to fucking when and where it was convenient: empty alleyways, dirty bathroom stalls, deserted parking lots, and everything else in between.
This is the first time his pleas are ignored. All because Kinn apparently wants to take his time even after months of waiting.
"On your hands and knees first, kitten," Kinn says quietly.
Porsche scrambles to follow him.
As soon as he gets into position, Kinn slips two digits in him and has Porsche gasping.
"Shhh. Relax," Kinn whispers as he leans over, warm breath teasing Porsche's ear before it cascades down his neck.
Despite his best efforts to remain calm, Porsche clenches.
"You're tighter than a virgin even after all the teasing and begging you've done these past two months," Kinn chuckles, crooking his fingers just right and hitting that spot that makes Porsche whine and clench even more around him. "Can you even take me like this, kitten?"
"I can," Porsche huffs insistently, lifting his hips even as he feels heat rise to his cheeks at Kinn's words. "I can take you, Kinn. I'm ready."
He yelps when a hand comes down to slap one of his ass cheeks. It stings enough to make him hiss, but then Kinn massages the area for a few seconds and the pain dissipates into a dull ache, leaving behind heated flesh.
"You're not," Kinn murmurs, now caressing the sensitive patch of skin just above the base of Porsche's tail.
Porsche moans softly. He feels fuzzy. An intoxicating mix of dull pain, warm pleasure, and feverish anticipation building up inside him.
"But we'll get there," Kinn presses a kiss to his shoulder just as Porsche feels two lubed fingers slip inside him. "We'll loosen you up for me, kitten."
Porsche breathes out slowly as Kinn begins stretching him out. It's more discomfort than outright pain – a slight burning sensation despite the care in Kinn's every action. Occasionally, he does rub against a spongy bundle of nerves that has Porsche crying out. Gradually, Porsche is able to adjust. With time and more lube, he's able to fuck himself back onto Kinn's fingers without much trouble.
"That's it, Porsche," Kinn encourages, massaging the
area above his tail that has Porsche slumping face first into his pillows, hips involuntarily rising as he claws at the sheets. "That's it. Open up for me."
"Kinn that's— oh, oh, I'm. Wanna–"
In a daze, Porsche pliantly follows when Kinn wraps an arm around him to pull him back on all fours. He moans when the fingers inside him pull out just as the hand on his waist travels to his chest and starts guiding him until he's eventually upright, kneeling on the bed with his back pressed against Kinn's. Porsche leans his full weight onto Kinn, tipping his head back for a kiss he knows Kinn won't deny him.
Kinn proves him right.
Porsche moans into the kiss as Kinn finally wraps a hand around his cock, pumping it slowly. He trembles, hands finding Kinn's thighs and digging his blunt nails into the flesh there. His hips fuck up into Kinn's hand while his body arches up in a bow.
He's close, achingly so.
But just before he peaks Kinn tightens around his base and pulls him back from the edge.
"Kinn," Porsche complains with a frustrated growl as he falls back onto his hands and knees. "You keep stopping."
"I have to, kitten," Kinn smacks his ass lightly before kneading the flesh there. "I want to take my time with you. Give you the attention you deserve."
"Wanna come," Porsche pouts as he turns around to look at Kinn, eyes wide and tail flicking out to brush against Kinn's cheek. "Please make me come, Kinn?"
"That won't work on me right now," Kinn smirks, pushing three slick fingers into Porsche then slowly moving them side to side. His expression grows sharper when he lightly brushes against Porsche's prostate while making slow scissoring motions and Porsche moans loudly. "Gonna show you how rewarding waiting can be."
With enough patience Porsche is able to take three fingers easily too. Kinn begins twisting and tugging lightly on one nipple then the other midway through and the barrage of electric new sensations that course through his body is enough to take all of Porsche's attention.
By the time he snaps out of his daze, his muscles feel a bit tense from arching his back for so long and his mouth is dry from moaning so much. Kinn starts increasing the pace of the fingers pumping inside him and Porsche doesn't even flinch, just rides them with every roll of his hips until they're withdrawn without warning.
"That's four fingers without any trouble," Kinn says approvingly. "You're doing so good, kitten–"
Before Kinn can say anything more, Porsche is lifting his hips in the air and holding the rest of his upper body flat on the mattress. He extends both arms behind him, hands finding the meat of his ass and spreading his cheeks wide open for Kinn.
It's good that his face is mostly buried in a pillow because there's no way he's not red as a tomato right now. Porsche's cheeks burn with heat, embarrassed that he's submitting – presenting himself to Kinn – so openly but he's desperate. He just wants it so bad.
Porsche waits.
And waits.
Nothing.
"Kinn," Porsche whines, shaking his hips slightly in impatience.
"Yes, kitten?"
"Fuck me."
It's half-demand and half-complaint, said in a tone that usually would have Kinn trying to appease him. Instead, Porsche receives a slap to his ass that makes him yelp and sends shivers racing down his spine.
"Why?"
Porsche twists so that he can look at Kinn, gaze annoyed and hybrid ears tilted down to the side.
"What do you mean, why? "
Kinn just looks unimpressed. His arms are crossed in front of him and he's got one brow raised in judgment.
"Why should I fuck you? I've been nothing but considerate so far, kitten. I made you feel so good you even started behaving like a little slut, " Kinn drawls, punctuating that last sentence with a harsher slap to the same spot as before. "Presenting yourself like a hybrid in heat. Won't you agree?"
Porsche hisses. The pain that shoots through him feels cold but it only lasts for a second before the molten heat in his belly somehow catches up and blazes hotter than before. His cheeks flush at Kinn's choice of words, but so does the rest of his body at the way he's being spoken to, the way he's being treated.
"Hnn," Porsche moans softly as he nods his head.
"What's in it for me?" Kinn's voice is stern but his thumb gently brushes Porsche's chin when he reaches out to tip Porsche's face up so their eyes can meet.
Porsche knows this is Kinn's way of telling him he'll have to put in some work too. Kinn isn't just going to give him everything he asks for.
Fair enough.
Porsche can admit he's been a bit too greedy. It's evident in the way he's naked and close to fully prepped but Kinn still isn't even in his underwear.
He crawls over to Kinn and starts undoing the buttons, then the zipper of his shorts. Porsche swallows hard once both are undone and he gets a glimpse of the dark trail of hair starting from Kinn's navel and disappearing into his underwear, where a prominent bulge was already formed beneath the dark fabric.
Porsche licks his lips. Fuck. Kinn had felt huge beneath his robe when Porsche had ridden him but he had attributed it to the heat of the moment.
Porsche has very clearly been mistaken. No wonder Kinn insisted on stretching him out so thoroughly.
Eager to feel Kinn in his hands, Porsche reaches out to cup him through his briefs.
His hand gets slapped away.
"What is it now?" Porsche huffs.
"You should use your words, kitten," Kinn asserts, expression unreadable. "Ask for my permission and mind your tone."
Porsche furrows his brow even as Kinn's voice makes his stomach flip. Kinn never told him what to do. Not seriously, anyway. He's never been on the receiving end of this tone and he likes it.
Though he can't quite decide if he wants to defy or obey.
In the end, Porsche reminds himself of his ultimate goal. Getting dicked down is his top priority so he complies.
"Please can I touch your cock?"
Porsche says it as sweetly as he can, wanting to satisfy Kinn so that they can finally proceed. Asking permission…isn't as bad as he thought it would be. Porsche feels embarrassed and just the slightest bit uncomfortable but he doesn't hate it. It's more like a dirty, guilty kind of pleasure – something that shouldn't be good but just is.
"Of course, Porsche," Kinn allows, slipping out of his shorts before leaning back, parting his legs, and curling his fingers at Porsche like he's inviting him over.
Porsche crawls over and positions himself between Kinn's thighs, eyes once again distracted by the dark trail of hair that starts at Kinn's navel and disappears into the waistband of Kinn's black briefs.
This time around, Porsche is unable to resist the urge to follow the trail with his lips. He starts leaving soft kisses onto Kinn's lower abdomen, pauses only to look up at Kinn while he mouths over the bulge in Kinn's briefs.
Porsche smiles when he sees the glittering dark eyes watching him grow much darker as he sticks his tongue out and traces the outline of Kinn's cock with it. He can't help but giggle afterwards, feeling thrilled from both how naughty he's being and how Kinn is reacting.
Tentatively, his fingers skim over the waistband. Kinn feels warm even through the cotton of his briefs, and he's hard and heavy when Porsche finally pulls him out. He pumps him slowly a few times, wrist flicking whenever he's close to the tip. Porsche is still learning what Kinn likes, so he touches him the way he'd like himself to be touched.
Kinn groans and Porsche takes that as a good sign.
He reaches for the lube and lathers a good amount onto his palms, warming it up before wrapping his hands around Kinn. Porsche swallows, trying not to get intimidated. He's been with quite a few partners before and he'd come across a few men who were either longer or thicker than average, but Kinn was both.
No one has ever actually made Porsche question if he'd be able to take them or not. So. Tonight was a definite first. Kinn had both girth and length going for him and Porsche feels his mouth begin to water just thinking about how deep Kinn could get inside him, how stretched out he would be by the end of it.
He's about to take Kinn in his mouth when he freezes. Slowly, he looks up at Kinn.
"Can I taste you, Kinn?" A beat passes. "Please?"
"You're so good, Porsche. Learning so fast," Kinn smiles at Porsche before massaging his scalp just right – getting him to close his eyes and begin purring. He leans into Porsche, closing the space between them momentarily with a kiss. When they part, he slips out of his briefs and looks at Porsche with eyes full of approval. "Go on. Be a good kitten and suck me off."
It's the perfect mix of command and praise that makes lust bubble up inside Porsche.
For someone who never liked having authority over him, Kinn was pretty damn good at leaning into it in the right situations. Porsche already knows that he likes being told that he's good, but he's also quickly finding out how he likes praise much more when it's coming from Kinn. Even though Porsche is still on the fence about always obeying Kinn in this setting, he is absolutely certain he'd do almost anything to please him.
Porsche starts with a tease – an attempt to give Kinn a taste of his own medicine. He swirls his tongue around the head, laps at the underside of it repeatedly, then traces the slit with the tip of his tongue.
Kinn hisses, hand coming up to the back of Porsche's head and pushing. Guiding him down with a silent request.
Porsche follows, dropping his jaw to accommodate the girth and going down as far as he can for a few seconds before bobbing his head up for air. He does this a few times, with longer intervals between breaths until his eyes are watery and Kinn is thoroughly coated in his spit.
Thick strings of saliva connect his lips to the tip of Kinn's cock when he pulls off. Porsche catches them in his fingers right before he starts pumping the shaft with one hand and massaging Kinn's balls with the other.
Porsche licks long stripes up the underside of Kinn's cock, from root to tip and back again. He sucks every so often, loves the feel of Kinn's veins on his tongue and relishes in the fact that Kinn's natural scent here is the strongest, mixed with faint notes of soap.
He loves this.
Porsche has always favored Kinn's scent, so he keeps his motions going. Lets his brain get hazy – with Kinn's scent that's heady with arousal, the sounds of his low moans, and the knowledge that Porsche made Kinn like this – until drool falls from the corners of his mouth, not caring about the mess he's making.
Not until he sees Kinn watching him closely and starts feeling self-conscious, at least.
"Sorry," Porsche says shyly, trying to wipe as much saliva as he can off of his face. "'m dirty."
Kinn laughs, sitting up from where he'd been leaning against the headboard. He leans forward and cups Porsche's face with his hand.
*You're perfect, kitten," Kinn smiles before pulling Porsche in for a deep, sensual kiss. He licks into Porsche's mouth, neither minding the mess nor his taste on Porsche's tongue. "Just beautiful."
Porsche can't help the delighted little purrs that start coming out of him.
"There they are," Kinn coos, sneaking a kiss to the tip of Porsche's nose. "I knew they were coming. You're being so good for me Porsche."
Porsche pulls away just so he can take Kinn in his mouth again. This time he waits until he's as deep as he can go before he blinks watery eyes up at Kinn and starts to purr.
"Fuck," Kinn cries out. He utters a string of curses as his fingers dig into Porsche's scalp and his hips make an aborted thrust, like he's fighting off the urge to fuck into Porsche's mouth. "So damn good with that fucking mouth of yours, kitten."
Porsche purrs even louder, the praise from Kinn like a drug at this point.
"That's enough, kitten."
Kinn is flushed and breathless. Porsche sees his composure unraveling, gets a glimpse of his Kinn – the one who always lets him get away with his mischief – behind those eyes.
Porsche decides to push it. Just to see if he can.
He bobs his head faster, hollows his cheeks until filthy, wet sounds fill his ears once more. Somewhere in the background Kinn asks him to stop again but he pretends not to hear. Porsche keeps going until fingers grasp onto his hair and tug. Hard.
"Ah!" Porsche yelps as he's pulled off of Kinn. His first instinct is to complain, to whine until he gets what he wants. The disappointment in Kinn's expression stops him in his tracks.
"You were doing so well," Kinn shakes his head with a tsk. His voice is curt, unimpressed. "Don't you remember what we agreed on when we started, kitten?"
Porsche honestly doesn't. He's so horny he can barely think about anything beyond the many ways he wants to satisfy his lust.
"We agreed I'd take the lead."
Right.
"But I wanted to keep making you feel good," Porsche argues.
"You think that's supposed to make it okay?" Kinn asks sternly. "That you broke the rules and did what you wanted instead?"
Porsche remembers now. What they'd agreed on. Knows he should obey. But something in him wants to keep pushing back. Wants to see what happens when he doesn't do as he's told.
"Is that so bad?" Porsche counters. "What if I don't want to follow your rules all the time?"
The grim expression that crosses Kinn's face should probably send Porsche scrambling to take it all back. Instead, it feels a bit like someone pouring gasoline onto a blaze. His desire just spikes up even more, intrigued by this new kind of attention he'd never gotten from Kinn before.
"Then you'd be a disobedient kitten and I'd have to discipline you," Kinn concludes in a low voice.
There's a dangerous gleam in his eyes that Porsche isn't used to and it makes Porsche shiver with anticipation.
"Are you thinking about being difficult, Porsche?" Kinn tests.
"Just asking," Porsche says quietly as he shakes his head.
"Good. I'd hate to punish you after you've been such a good kitten for me."
Porsche sucks in a sharp breath. The praise felt good but he couldn't deny that part of him was now aching to know what Kinn would do to him if he disobeyed.
Kinn must notice the internal conflict he's having because he looks at Porsche and smiles.
"Though I think it won't take you long to misbehave," Kinn drawls, keeping a hand on Porsche's jaw while his thumb traces over they hybrid's plump lips. "Am I right?"
Instead of answering, Porsche locks their gazes as he takes Kinn's thumb into his mouth and sucks on it.
"That's what I thought," Kinn murmurs, a smile slowly forming on his face even as his eyes darken even more. "But since you've been a perfect little kitten so far, why don't you come here and give me a kiss?"
Porsche climbs onto Kinn's lap and is immediately pulled into a filthy kiss. His hips grind down onto Kinn, whose hands grip his thighs before moving on to the meat of his ass. Porsche jerks when twin smacks land on his cheeks and he breaks their kiss off with a moan when Kinn finds the sensitive patch of skin above his tail again.
Kinn takes the opportunity to leave more kisses all over his body.
Porsche feels warm lips trail down his neck onto his chest, where a wet tongue laps at one of his nipples before sucking the bud into Kinn's warm mouth. On the opposite side, Kinn lightly drags blunt nails across Porsche's chest and makes him shiver.
When he's done with one side, he gives the same treatment to the other.
Porsche arches into the burning touch. Eyes shut, head tilted back, a seemingly endless stream of moans spilling from his mouth as he holds onto Kinn's shoulders with both hands.
Kinn pulls away just as Porsche's nipples start feeling oversensitive. He loops an arm around Porsche's waist and cradles the small of his back, before wordlessly taking Porsche into his other hand.
Porsche mewls when Kinn begins stroking him. He looks down, sees Kinn watching him intently, and thrusts up into the touch.
"Feel good?" Kinn indulges.
Porsche closes the gap between them again.
"So good," he whispers in between kisses, biting at Kinn's lip and tugging lightly. After a while, Kinn breaks the kiss just to start leaving hickeys on his neck. Porsche whines, thinking about the marks he'll be able to show off later as his arms loop around Kinn's shoulders and he bares his neck. "More– I want–"
The hand around his cock abruptly vanishes and Porsche's whine turns into a keen as three fingers slip inside him moments later.
"Kinn," Porsche breathes out, hips involuntarily chasing after the digits.
"This is your reward for behaving, kitten," Kinn leaves one last nip at the tender skin of Porsche's neck before he pulls back to watch the hybrid, arm securely anchored on Porsche's waist. "Keep being good for me and I'll make you feel even better."
Porsche grinds up into the air, hesitantly at first then more wantonly when it becomes clear that Kinn isn't going to stop him.
"Please," Porsche finds himself begging once more. "Please fuck me, Kinn?"
"Just a little more, Porsche. On your hands and knees again for me."
"Want it so bad," Porsche whines even as he starts moving. He pouts at Kinn when he's in position. "Made me wait so long already."
"I said I'll make it worth it," Kinn leaves one final slap onto his ass before he lines behind him. He creates a path of open-mouthed kisses down Porsche's spine, only stopping at the swell of his boyfriend's ass. Kinn holds his cheeks open, just like Porsche had done to himself earlier. "Trust me."
Porsche gasps when he feels the wet warmth of Kinn's tongue lick around his rim and he mewls when it gently trails down, down, down all the way to his taint. His hips tremble when Kinn licks at the sensitive spot over and over, the iron grip on his hips rendering him weak.
Porsche can only moan and twist his fingers into the sheets, unable to get away from the mind numbing pleasure Kinn is causing even as his thighs begin to shake.
"Sweet as candy for me," Kinn murmurs, lapping at Porsche like he's a treat. He keeps going until all Porsche can hear is the sound of his own moans, Kinn's name leaving his lips even when his eyes are barely open and hips need to be held up.
That's when Kinn stops and says what Porsche has been waiting for all night long.
"I think you're ready."
Kinn leans over to the bedside cabinet where he keeps his condoms and comes back with one foil sachet.
Porsche whines as he shakily sits up, hand wrapping around Kinn's wrist.
"What is it?" Kinn asks, brow raised.
Porsche licks his lips before answering.
"Wanna feel it later. Inside."
"Yeah?" Kinn smirks, tossing the condom aside and pulling Porsche in for a kiss. "Do you wanna be messy, kitten? Wanna let every hybrid we meet know about us?"
"They'll already know that," Porsche argues, cheeks feeling hot when he looks at Kinn. "I scentmark you a lot."
"They know I'm yours, because you scent me all the time. So territorial," Kinn says matter of fact, hand sliding down Porsche's torso to splay his fingers all over Porsche's abdomen. His voice is low when he whispers into Porsche's ear.
"But if I fill you up, my scent will be on you for days even if you clean up as carefully as you can. If we try enough times, our scents might even mix. You'd like that, wouldn't you, kitten? Everybody will know who you belong to. They'll know you're mine."
"Mmm," Porsche shuts his eyes and bumps his cheek against Kinn's shoulder. Kinn got everything right, even the things Porsche didn't want to say out loud.
"My cute kitten," Kinn laughs, kissing his cheek. He bumps their noses together before pressing a soft kiss to Porsche's lips. "Come on, get in position for me. Let me make you feel good.
Porsche obeys.
He gets on his hands and knees, back arching and eyes fluttering shut seconds later when he feels Kinn press a kiss to his shoulder. When Kinn finally eases into him, Porsche whimpers as his walls stretch to accommodate the unfamiliar girth. Despite all the preparation, he still feels like he's being split open.
Kinn slides in slowly, going inch by inch and waiting for Porsche to adjust every time. By the time he's fully sheathed in Porsche, the fingers they had laced together all along are clammy to the touch.
"Kinn," Porsche moans breathlessly, still getting used to how stretched out and full he's feeling. "'s big."
It's almost too much. Porsche feels like he can't even breathe without feeling Kinn so deep inside him. When Kinn starts moving, it's with slow, measured thrusts. Porsche hisses when Kinn pulls back until only the head is inside, then pushes back in with one stroke.
This continues until the hisses turn into soft moans, which then turn into full blown whines as Porsche fully adjusts to having Kinn in him.
He loves it. He wants more.
"You're taking me so well, kitten," Kinn praises during one long thrust, with the instant effect of making Porsche shiver and clench involuntarily. "So wet for me."
He keeps his strokes slow but long, sending his cock in deep. The rhythm has Porsche whimpering with each thrust, falling to his elbows as his legs tremble on the bed. Kinn holds him, keeps him from falling then pulls him back onto his cock. Porsche yelps as intense pressure builds deep in his core.
Eventually, it gets so delicious that he finds himself lifting his ass, sticking it out more to take more of Kinn with every thrust.
"That's it," Kinn encourages, hands on Porsche's hips momentarily drawing soothing patterns on his skin. "Just like that. Feels good?"
"Yes," Porsche moans brokenly.
"Move your hips back when you're ready, kitten," Kinn instructs as he finally starts picking up the pace.
The change makes Porsche's eyes flutter shut, but he musters up enough strength to do as he's told and ends up writhing beneath Kinn, crying out his name.
"You're so deep, " Porsche whines, fighting to keep his eyes open because of how fucking good it feels to fuck back onto Kinn. He feels so full and he wants more.
"It's because you're being so good, kitten," Kinn whispers, slowing down to make deep, hard thrusts as he trails kisses up Porsche's back. He stops to leave a hickey close to the nape. "Taking me like you were made for my cock."
Porsche clenches around him involuntarily and Kinn groans.
"Fuck, just like that. Never had anyone as good as you, not even close. You're fucking perfect, kitten."
Porsche is a mess. He's so turned on he can barely think about anything besides the sheer pleasure Kinn is giving him, the way Kinn's words are making him feel.
"Kinn," he hiccups, toes curling in. "Harder."
Kinn slams into him deep, eliciting a choked off cry from Porsche. "What did you say, kitten?"
"Fuck me harder, please, " Porsche cries out, clenching down on Kinn. "Wanna come on your cock like this."
There's a brief pause when Kinn almost pulls out as he shifts to his feet, hands locking Porsche's hips into an iron grip. Porsche knows he's changing the angle, braces himself in preparation but it still isn't enough.
Porsche wails as he's mounted then fucked into so good, split open with thrust after hard thrust driving into that spot inside him that sends waves of pleasure through every cell in his body.
His fingers clutch at the sheets, holding on for purchase as the force moves his body up the creaking mattress. Low moans spill from his lips as he puts weight on his tippy toes and stretches his legs, pushing his hips up in a desperate attempt to meet Kinn's. He lasts one, two, three rough slams before he falls flat on his stomach, legs shaking and weak in the knees.
"Oh, fuck," Porsche mewls out as Kinn's full weight presses him down on the mattress seconds later. His leaking cock rubs against the soft sheets as his body rocks with each thrust. There's a coil forming in his core, ready to snap at any second. "Please touch me. Please, please, please 'm so close, Kinn please–"
Kinn's chest presses against his back as he continues pounding into Porsche relentlessly but leaves the hybrid's heavy cock unattended. He licks at Porsche's nape then at the shell of his ear before placing his right hand over Porsche's, fingers slotting in the spaces between.
"Who do you belong to, kitten?"
Kinn hammers into him with a harsh thrust that hits his prostate dead on.
"Guh," Porsche's brain goes blank.
Kinn fucks into him harder, fingers clutching at his sweat-damp hair and tugging, sending white hot pleasure coursing through Porsche's body and straight to his untouched cock.
"Answer the question, Porsche."
"'m yours!" Porsche cries out just before his own body grows taut and he dissolves in electrifying pleasure. The strength of his orgasm pulls Porsche under, making his whole body tense up then fall limp.
He collapses onto the spot where he spills his release and it coats his stomach. He doesn't care.
"Your kitten," Porsche whimpers through uneven, shaky breaths. His long lashes are damp with tears and his body trembles occasionally in the aftermath.
Minutes pass before Porsche is turned over onto his back and he gasps when he feels Kinn fully pull out of him to do so. He's entered again moments later, once he's comfortably on his back.
"Okay?" Kinn peers down at him.
Porsche nods, legs spread wide and brain turned to mush. He's spent, but having Kinn inside him feels right. There are thumbs on his cheeks and he realizes it's Kinn, wiping away the few tears Porsche had shed because the intensity of his orgasm had been too much.
"Don't stop," Porsche pouts tiredly, clenching around Kinn to prove a point.
"Wasn't going to," Kinn laughs. "Just wanted to make sure you're okay."
"You didn't break me but you do get an A for effort," Porsche reassures as he parts his legs even further. "C'mon, fuck me more. Wanna make you feel good."
Kinn doesn't need much convincing.
Soon enough, Porsche finds himself fucked into with long, deep thrusts.
This time around he's kissed and Kinn pins his wrists to his sides, holding him down. Porsche kisses back, legs hooking around Kinn's waist to pull their bodies even closer.
Porsche knows Kinn is reaching his limit when he pulls away from the kiss to start speeding up his thrusts, actively chasing orgasm. Porsche holds onto Kinn's biceps, moans loudly when he looks down and sees Kinn, thick and hard, disappearing into him.
Fuck, he's really taking all of that.
Porsche cries out as every thrust brings him closer to a second orgasm. But before he can peak, Kinn groans and slams into him one last time. Fills him up completely.
Porsche whimpers. He likes knowing he's full of Kinn.
He pulls Kinn closer, both legs locked around Kinn's waist. This makes it easier for Kinn to bury his face in Porsche's neck and lick up the sweat that's formed there.
"Kinn, ew, " Porsche giggles, tail flicking at Kinn's cheek playfully.
"What? You can like my scent but I can't like yours?" Kinn challenges.
"It's not that–"
Whatever Porsche has to say is lost to a string of needy moans when Kinn takes him in his hand and starts pumping. Despite Porsche's pleas, Kinn doesn't stop until he's got Porsche spilling in his hand.
It's only after Porsche comes that Kinn pulls out. Porsche moans, feels something thick and warm dribble between his thighs. There's just so much he couldn't possibly keep it all in.
Kinn holds him close just as he begins to purr.
Porsche must doze off because next thing he knows Kinn is missing from his side and there's a warm towel between his legs.
"Kinn?"
"Just cleaning up, kitten," Kinn replies from further down on the bed. He's naked save for his briefs and he carries a small basin with him when he gets up. "Let me put this away."
True to his word, Kinn comes back and climbs in beside Porsche for cuddles almost immediately. Porsche happily purrs, tired but content.
"That was the best," Porsche snuggles into Kinn before pulling him in for a kiss. "Worth the wait."
"It was," Kinn agrees with a soft smile and a kiss pressed to Porsche's cheek. "You were amazing, Porsche."
Porsche's purrs grow louder despite his sleepy yawns.
"I think I want a bath."
"Rest," Kinn breathes, fingers running through Porsche's hair while his chest is used as a pillow. "We can bathe after a quick nap."
"Want it again after that," Porsche mumbles, drowsy but decisive. "Wanna do it in the tub."
The pillow he's resting on shakes. Kinn is laughing.
"That's very specific," Kinn observes as he massages Porsche's scalp. "Any reason why?"
"Because 'bathtub' begins with a B," Porsche replies, eyes closed and words slurred but tone matter of fact. "It's first on the list."
"The list?" Kinn echoes.
Porsche snuffles in his sleep.
"This isn't going as intended," Kinn pants, triceps anchored onto the edges of the partially filled tub while he holds his hands up for Porsche to lace their fingers together and hold onto. He's on his knees, resting on the legs folded beneath him to maintain the balance for both of them.
"Are you complaining?" Porsche squeezes Kinn's hand as he slides his body down, impaling himself almost to the hilt then lifting himself back up. Water sloshes around them.
Sure he'd led them to a few detours from their itinerary here but could Kinn really blame him? Porsche has had months to think of all the things he wanted to try with Kinn.
Kinn looks up at him in wonder.
"I don't even know how you managed to sneak lube in here without me noticing."
"It's easier than you think," Porsche says smugly as he waggles his eyebrows at Kinn. "All I had to do was purr while kissing you. You really can't keep your eyes off me sometimes. Did you know that, Kinn?"
Kinn clears his throat but shows no other indication of moving.
"We were supposed to clean up. We have reservations for lunch."
"Well we did get clean," Porsche agrees with a brief kiss to Kinn's cheek. He grinds down deliberately afterwards, squeezing the cock inside him as he nibbles on Kinn's earlobe. "But now I need you to make another mess. This time in my mouth."
Porsche swirls his hips and smiles at the way Kinn's eyes flutter shut, low groan escaping from his parted lips. Then he pouts and bats his lashes.
"Please, Kinn? I'm asking so nicely."
Kinn curses under his breath, brows furrowed before he seems to get the message loud and clear.
Hands grip Porsche's hips and warm, bubbly water splashes around them Kinn makes up his mind. Porsche cries out as he's finally pounded into after almost half an hour of warming Kinn up to the idea. .
"Kinn," Porsche mewls, delighted that Kinn is finally getting with the program. "Right there."
He clutches at the bathtub's edge before holding onto Kinn's shoulders instead, arching his back completely as the little uhs and ahs spilling from his lips with each thrust from Kinn eventually turn into broken moans.
"So tight. You really feel like heaven, kitten."
"Hnngn!"
Kinn fucks him through his orgasm then holds him as he trembles afterwards. Then, he murmurs into Porsche's skin. "I'm close."
"Fuck," Porsche pants, curling his body and holding onto Kinn.
Kinn laughs before kissing him. Porsche deepens it and clenches tight enough to make Kinn moan.
"Want it in my mouth," Porsche whispers, bottom lip caught in between his teeth as his tail swishes excitedly.
"Still?"
Porsche nods.
"Okay," Kinn runs his hands gently at Porsche's sides "Are you good? Can I get up?"
Porsche hops off with a soft moan, feeling his rim slowly adjust to the sudden emptiness.
"Please, Kinn," Porsche gets to his knees, looking up almost reverently as Kinn rises to his feet.
He takes Kinn in his hand then welcomes the familiar weight of Kinn's cock in his mouth. Porsche doesn't bother holding back, knows it won't take long to get what he wants.
Porsche sucks on the head and pumps the shaft until it pulses. Kinn grips his hair tightly and that's how Porsche knows it's time to pull off and lean back, stick his tongue out to let the thick fluid coat it.
Porsche swallows everything that lands in his mouth before wrapping his lips around the head and milking Kinn for all he's got.
Then, in a move that nearly sends Kinn to an early grave, he catches errant splotches on his cheeks with his fingers and sucks them clean.
"Mm, you know how kittens like milk?" Porsche muses, pink tongue coming out to lick his glistening lips. He smiles sweetly up at Kinn, giggles when he sees him twitch, and pays no attention to the Jesus fucking Christ, Porsche that Kinn groans as he gently massages Porsche's scalp.
"I think I've found my favorite. Will you give me some more later, Kinn?"
"I'm starting to reconsider my decision about taking a week-long break here."
It's the morning of their third day at Krabi and Kinn is still in bed, running on four hours of sleep thanks to their activities from last night. They should have been up two hours ago but Porsche had begged and begged for more rounds last night.
For the second day in a row the itinerary he'd spent weeks working on is left in the dust.
"So extend it," the Porsche-shaped lump beneath his blanket replies brightly.
"Porsche," Kinn groans. It's a weak attempt to reprimand Porsche and he knows it. He sounds too breathless. But it's not really Kinn's fault when the lump beneath his sheets has just decided to move and was now trailing open-mouthed kisses up his bare stomach
"Krabi is beautiful, you know. We should explore the area while we're here. There's a lot to do, too. We've got plenty of options to play with."
"Alright, Kinn," Porsche pops up from under the sheet, smiling too sweetly for someone whose fingers are already tracing the outline of Kinn's cock and teasing the hem of his briefs. "Play with me."