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“And this is my room.” Tal said, opening the door and giving space to Macau room to enter.
Macau was… slightly shocked.
Tal's house was a simple three-story mansion. The furniture was made of mahogany while the floor and stairs were made entirely of white marble. The rest of the house smelled only of cleanliness but Tal's room, to Macau's delight, smelled completely of him. Macau couldn't not smile when he entered the room.
Tal smiled when he noticed Macau sniffing around, however, Macau didn't see that. He was too busy fighting the urge to throw himself onto Tal's bed, bury his nose in Tal's pillows, wrap the blankets around himself and roll around on the mattress, intertwining their scent irreversibly.
Instead, Macau said:
"It's beautiful." and he clasped his arms in front of him, fearing that he would not be able to resist the urgency. Tal suddenly hugged him, leaving a quick kiss against the back of Macau's neck, which gave him goosebumps. He had to immediately learn to deal with this, Macau thought. Somewhat unpleasantly, Tal seemed to have a slight obsession with Macau's neck, wondering what the older boy would do if he knew the slightest bit about how sensitive that particular part was to him. - And for all his kind.
“You only hid the part from me that you are the heir to a million-dollar fortune, seriously. Are you royalty or something?”
Macau shivered when he felt Tal's smile expand against his own skin. At least Macau had learned to stop shaking when he was in Tal's arms, which was good.
“Something, yeah.” replied Tal then. Macau furrowed his eyebrows. “But it wasn’t to explain the complexity of my family tree that I called you here, actually. Sit on the bed.”
Macau immediately felt his cheeks and ears burn.
“Cute.” Tal laughed audibly, disentangling himself from Macau and walking to the other end of the room. Slightly shaking, Macau then sat down on the bed, resisting even more the urge to sprawl out there.
Well, Macau knew Tal wasn't talking about that. They hadn't made any headway on that yet. Furthermore, Kinn had warned him (through a video call, which was weird but not surprising since Macau had been able to hear the sleepy, murmuring Porsche's voice behind) that Macau should avoid all types of intense physical contact. if Macau understands him…
Macau shouldn't have acted like he didn't understand, as he immediately had to hear Kinn murmur repeatedly:
“Sex, Macau. I’m talking about sex!” making Macau a laughing, embarrassed mess.
Macau was about to turn eighteen, it was obvious that sex had already crossed his mind. Countless times. After Tal, enough times to no longer be considered healthy, but what could Macau do? He and Tal hadn't even established a label for themselves yet, okay, still, didn't the long make-out sessions give Macau the right to have those thoughts? Because, he was just a young man after all and-
"What are you doing?" Macau jumped when he suddenly heard Tal's voice. What was he doing… What was he doing?! “Are you rolling around on my bed?” asked Tal with amusement.
Damn, thought Macau, abruptly letting go of Tal's pillow into which he had stuffed his face, inhaled the smell and rubbed his own cheek. He hoped Tal hadn't seen that part, but he was willing to bet he had. At least considering the little smile the older boy had on his face. Under his arm, the new Sufjan Stevens album that Tal had mentioned before. Right, that's what they were there for!
"I'm not!" replied Macau embarrassedly. He hadn't even realized he had succumbed and imagined how far he would have gone if Tal hadn't caught him. He would probably have been naked, Macau thought, or transformed himself. Everything to satisfy the intense and uncontrollable urge to leave his scent on everything that belonged to Tal. To let other wolves know that he had already been chosen, that he was out of the question for anyone else.
What other wolves, dammit? Macau's conscience screamed. He wanted Nassau to be there to give him a hard time and prevent Macau from continuing to embarrass himself. But she wasn't. It was just him and Tal. And Tal's comfortable bed. And a secret he needed to keep keeping. Tal couldn't know he was a wolf, at least not so soon. Maybe in the near future, but not now. His Alpha's words had been clear, but at that moment, while Macau was still freaking out with embarrassment, the Sufjans Stevens record playing softly and echoing around the room, he wished he could just confess at once. To make his crazy behaviors a little more justifiable.
While still trying to recover from the humiliation, Macau heard and felt Tal sit down next to him. Although he was still avoiding his gaze, Macau still felt his scent even stronger against his nostrils.
"Look at me." asked Tal, softly. Macau focused on just listening to his heartbeat. It was as fast-paced as his own, he thought. Okay, that didn't help Macau at all. "Macau."
Slowly, Macau raised his eyes until he met Tal's, who was already looking at him. Swallowing hard, Macau's gaze caught Tal's pretty lips, and he wanted to sigh. Tal smiled again, adjusting himself on the bed until he was fully facing Macau. Tal leaned in, leaving a peck against the other's lips. And then another, and another, and before he knew it, they were deepening the kiss. Macau wrapped his hands around Tal's neck, parting his lips and allowing Tal to invade them with his tongue.
Macau may have been whimpering, he didn't know, it was as if he no longer controlled his reactions. But Tal liked it, and somehow, without breaking the kiss, he managed to find himself in Macau's lap. Macau's hands went from the back of his neck to his back, leaving a trail of goosebumps against his skin. Tal settled into his lap, kissing him even more deeply.
It was all too intense. Too warm. Tal's scent was everywhere and yet it didn't seem to be enough. As he felt Tal nibble and suck on his lower lip, Macau continued to explore Tal's back with his hands, moving up and down his shoulders, and down to his arms, sighing and hopefully rubbing his scent on Tal's body. It was Tal's turn to whimper when he felt Macau's hands grab his waist hard, rubbing the skin there casually, not realizing how sensitive Tal was there. When Tal shuddered in a shiver, he pulled away from Macau's lips.
"Easy, baby." Tal sighed, leaning his forehead against Macau's. Both of their breaths were heavy against each other's faces and Macau wanted to pull his hands away, but Tal didn't let him. Keeping them against his waist. "Do you... Do you like how I smell?"
"Uh? I... Hm-" Macau literally wanted to sink into the ground. "Why do you think that?"
Tal smiled.
"You're literally sniffing me." he replied, laughing softly.
Macau groans, laying his head on Tal's shoulder, embarrassed. Please, someone kill me, thought Macau as he tried to normalize his own breathing. It didn't do any good for him to be again, tantalizingly, extremely close to Tal's neck, where his essence was strongest.
He smelled like cinnamon and sugar and Macau wanted to know if he tasted like that too.
Feeling Macau's breath once again labored against his skin, Tal slid his fingers against the back of his neck, stroking the short hair there. Macau sighed.
"Is it good?" asked Tal, biting his lower lip lightly. Macau didn't know how, maybe Tal had moved him there, but either way, he ended up with his face pressed firmly against Tal's neck, his nose against his skin.
Macau inhaled, he would no longer be able to control himself.
"You can do it. You can scent me." Tal spoke in a whisper, Macau inhaled again. Wrapping his arms around Tal's body and rubbing his nose against his neck, under his ear and inhaling deeply.
If Macau hadn't been so inebriated, he would have paid attention to Tal's next words. If Macau hadn't been so enveloped by Tal's warmth, or if the older boy hadn't been whimpering at the feeling of Macau scenting him, equally desperate and curious about the new sensations, maybe Macau would have listened to him. For Tal said between gasps:
"Just don't bite me yet."
Macau didn't listen, just inhaled Tal's skin deeply.
•••
"Shit." Porsche swore as the sunlight beaming through the window woke him up against his own will.
His head hurt, his mouth was dry as the desert. His muscles burned as if he had exercised.
He felt like shit.
Worst, Porsche didn't fully remember the events of last night. He remembered dancing, being with Jom and then with an unknown boy. Porsche remembered the sweet taste on his tongue, and the drug clouding his senses. God, thought Porsche. He remembered Kinn.
Disturbingly, everything about Anakinn Theerapanyakul the night before was a vivid memory for Porsche. Sitting down on the bed, he swallowed hard. He had asked Kinn to stay. He remembered holding on to him. Of needing him to stay.
"Fuck, this is embarrassing." Porsche sighed, running his hands through his hair. Looking around, relieved that at least Kinn had the decency to leave. They would talk later, of that Porsche had no doubt, but as long as he could postpone the conversation, he would be satisfied.
Sighing audibly again, Porsche got up to drag himself to the kitchen and prepare something to eat. Furthermore, his tongue seemed alarmingly drier, walking quickly out of the room Porsche internally cursed himself for having accepted whatever he took from a stranger. It was the walk of shame.
Wearing just a pair of boxer shorts and comfortable in his own home, Porsche was walking to the stairs when he heard a sound from the bathroom down the hall. He stopped, turned his body in that direction and sighed again.
Kinn hadn't had the decency to leave, he thought.
Porsche was still deciding whether to run to his room or go downstairs (also running, obviously) when the bathroom door opened. Not that the idea of running away in his own home was in the least dignified, still, it would be less pathetic than staying there, standing in the hallway with his eyes wide and his mouth open as if he had seen a ghost.
Except the ghost in question was Kinn Theerapanyakul covered only in a white towel. The slender body and the strong, but not so muscular torso, dotted with drops of water.
He smelled like Porsche's shampoo. And Porsche felt dizzy.
"Ah, you're awake." Kinn said, as if it were just another ordinary morning. Porsche swallowed hard. "How are you feeling? Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat."
Porsche did not respond. He was so focused on the path the water drops made on Kinn's skin that he didn't even remember that he himself was also half naked, covered only by his underwear.
If Kinn was as affected as he was, Porsche thought, he knew how to hide it well.
"Are you okay?" Kinn asked.
"You're naked." was the first thing Porsche said.
Kinn smirked.
"No, I'm not. But I can stay if you want." he replied.
"I don't." replied Porsche automatically.
"Oh no? You seemed to want it last night." Kinn said. Porsche's eyes widened slightly. "I'm just kidding. You behaved well, I think."
Porsche's cheeks turned red. Kinn took a few steps forward toward him.
"Are you still want to claim me?" asked Kinn quietly. Oh, right, thought Porsche. Kinn was using that tone of voice that made Porsche not think about the consequences of his actions. He knew well what would happen next.
Swallowing hard, Porsche asked:
"Did I say I wanted this?" ignoring the fact that Kinn was getting even closer.
"Yeah. Basically" Kinn said and smiled. "It was pretty hot."
Porsche rolled his eyes slightly.
"Kinn." warned Porsche, taking notice of the other's semi-nudity as a drop of water splashed from Kinn's hair to Porsche's chest, Kinn's gaze following the path made by it. And remembering that Kinn would be able to hear his heartbeat, Porsche took a deep breath. They were unbearably close now. So close that Porsche could smell the shampoo and soap even stronger against his nostrils. His soap. "You smell like me." confessed Porsche.
"Not enough." Kinn said, tilting his head slightly in Porsche's direction. If it were anyone else, Porsche would think Kinn intended to kiss him. But it was Kinn, and Porsche knew better. Slowly, Porsche tilted his head to the side. Kinn raised an eyebrow. "Are you...?"
"Scent me." whispered Porsche and Kinn automatically buried his face in Porsche's neck, inhaling deeply and drinking straight from the source.
Porsche shivered as Kinn's arms wrapped around his waist tightly, possessively, and Porsche was able to feel the superhuman heat of his body. It was as if the warm of Kinn's skin had evaporated all the water he had left in him, as Porsche only felt the heat. And Kinn's skin crawls against his. Porsche closed his eyes tightly, wrapping Kinn in his arms as well. Kinn inhaled deeply against Porsche's neck again and Porsche felt him smile against his skin.
"Mate." Porsche swore he heard Kinn whisper against his skin. It might not have been, the heat was confusing his thoughts. "Please..." he heard again. Kinn's mouth scraped against Porsche's skin.
It was too much.
In a sudden movement, Porsche pulled Kinn away from him. The image he got was disturbing.
Kinn's breathing was labored and there was a blush on his cheeks that Porsche really wanted to trace with his tongue. His eyes were watery, and his wrists at his sides were clenched. He was craving Porsche. It was as if Kinn was completely desperate to have him.
He was fucking beautiful.
"Porsche, please, just let me-" and before Kinn could complete, Porsche pressed him against the wall and kissed him hard.
Kinn sighed, and the sudden opening of his lips allowed Porsche to invade them with his tongue. Kinn's arms oriented around Porsche's waist, bringing him even closer towards his body. Porsche whimpered, sucking on Kinn's lower lips and nibbling lightly, the slow, deep kiss gradually becoming urgent and desperate.
In one swift movement, Kinn flipped them over. So now he was the one pressing Porsche against the wall. And Porsche shone between the kiss, always the foolish Alpha, always has to have control, thought Porsche affectionately, his hands clasping the back of Kinn's head, intertwining his still wet hair between his fingers. And with that, Kinn growled, trailing kisses from Porsche's mouth to his jaw and then finally, diving down to his neck again. Brushing his nose against his skin but this time, also covering every inch with his tongue, in open-mouth kisses that made Porsche, almost automatically, sigh.
Biting his lower lip, Porsche took a deep breath. It was happening again. Kinn was lightly, deliberately, scraping his teeth against the skin of Porsche's neck, and the feeling was so good, so dangerous, that Porsche rolled his eyes, lacing his fingers in Kinn's hair, pressing him even more against his own neck. Realizing what Porsche was doing, Kinn growled again.
"Ask me..." whispered Kinn against Porsche's skin, teasingly nibbling on his neck. Porsche got goosebumps.
"No." he replied with a smile, feeling Kinn return the smile against his skin.
Slowly, Kinn's hands slid from Porsche's waist to his bare chest, one palm wrapping around his jaw, turning his head to the side, while the other slowly teased his nipple, already hard because of all the stimulations.
In response, Porsche grabbed Kinn's hair even tighter. Kinn lightly nibbled the skin on his neck again.
"Anakinn." warned Porsche. He didn't know if he was scolding him or begging him.
'I won't do it." Kinn replied, the cold breath (probably thanks to Porsche's toothpaste) feeling nice on his neck. "Not until you ask me to."
Considering the way Kinn was now pinching and rubbing Porsche's nipple he thought it wouldn't be long before that happened.
It was when Porsche's hands went of their own accord to the knot of the towel around Kinn's waist that Porsche realized they needed to stop.
"We have to talk." he said simply and Kinn, almost immediately, locked their lips again. Porsche would have gotten distracted again, gotten lost in his lips, or maybe, who knows, finally fallen to his knees in front of him if it hadn't been for Kinn suddenly breaking the kiss and pulling away so abruptly that it made Porsche feel cold. Kinn smiled at the other's reaction.
"Okay. Talk." he said. Kinn alone, in fact, had very important things to talk about with Porsche. Porsche just needed to stop looking at him like he was about to devour him. "Don't look at me like that." he asked and then sighing, said: "I'm going to get dressed."
And I'm going to start crying until you kiss me again, thought Porsche. Then he shook his head, shaking off the thoughts. Why did Kinn make him act that stupid way?!
But instead, Porsche just responded:
"All good." and ran down the stairs while seeing Kinn enter the room with a silly smile on his lips.
•••
When Kinn finally came downstairs, he found Porsche definitely burning something.
"Shit." cursed Porsche and Kinn just laughed softly, leaning against the counter to watch him. Noticing Kinn's silent presence, Porsche rolled his eyes. "It was Chay who usually made breakfast, okay?"
"I said nothing." replied Kinn immediately.
"I bet you thought." Porsche said, placing something strange and toasty in front of Kinn. "Don't judge until you taste it."
"Okay." said Kinn, proving it. He couldn't hide his grimace. Porsche raised an eyebrow. "Can I judge now?" he downed the glass of water that Porsche had wisely left next to him.
"No!" exclaimed Porsche, picking up the plate of what must have been pancakes. Kinn chuckled softly, watching him surrender. When Porsche turned towards him again, his expression was already serious. "Okay. Mates."
"How much do you remember from last night?" Kinn asked.
"Everything." replied Porsche, Kinn looked at him carefully. "I know that... you've already explained to me how it works. At least in theory. I know that for you it's not something you can control, I understand that. I saw it happen with Kimhan, with Macau and even with Porchay and ...I personally find it frightening."
"It is not." Kinn said. He himself had already thought of Mates' connection as something dangerous and scary, after years of living with his father and dealing with the pack's problems alone afterwards. It was intense. Even though they learned at a young age what the dynamics of that connection were, watching it in person never stopped frightening Kinn. He had always avoided thinking about the day his inner wolf would choose someone to love for life. At least until Porsche happens. "I mean, it's a little scary, yes. It's something as big as our existence. I'm not going to lie to you or try to sugarcoat it, you saw what happened to Chay."
"He almost died." Porsche said.
"Yeah, but Chay is special. The situation was very specific." Kinn said.
Porsche crossed his arms across his chest.
"Be honest. Hypothetically, if I don't accept this, if I don't want this, what will happen to you?" Porsche's voice was nothing more than a sigh, almost as if just considering this alternative was making him feel pain.
Kinn swallowed hard and did so, he was sincere:
"I wouldn't die." and somehow, Porsche's heartbeat calmed down. "I have a pack. A fully complete Anchor. A duty to them for life. They would keep me sane, and breathing. But not completely alive." Kinn knew the weight his next words would have on Porsche but he needed to say anyway. "Not without you. Not feeling you all the time, knowing you were with Chay, hearing about you from him. I wouldn't die, Porsche. But I wouldn't live either."
Porsche held his breath.
"Not for them." Porsche said.
"Not just for them." replied Kinn. Porsche looked at him intensely. "But it's a choice. Always. I've already told you this and I'll keep repeating it. You shouldn't feel pressured to be with me out of fear of what might happen to me, out of guilt or anything else. But I need you to know that from the first minute, even if I refused to see it, it was always you. And it always will be, regardless of what you decide." Kinn laughed awkwardly. "Even if I have to live the rest of my life alone and-"
"I want to be with you." replied Porsche quickly. Feeling almost physical pain to see the pain and despair contained in Kinn's choked voice. "You know what? I should hate you, from the beginning, I should have destroyed you."
"How romantic." joked Kinn.
"But I couldn't." Porsche rolled his eyes. "Even before I found out about Porchay and Kim, I couldn't hate either of you. And you..." Kinn sighed "You kept coming into my head. All the fucking time. You're fucking ridiculous, Anakinn."
If Kinn didn't know Porsche, he would be offended. Instead, he said:
"And you like me that much, uh?" smiling sadly.
Porsche walked around the counter until he was completely facing Kinn.
"I want you." confessed Porsche, enchanted by Kinn's eyes shining in his direction. "And you have no idea how much it took me to admit that. You're a fucking wolf, and you love me intensely and deliberately and sincerely I hoped at the very least to find someone who liked me, or who just put up with me enough to not to get bored, or just not get tired of my personality, but you..." Porsche stopped when Kinn laid his head against his chest, his breathing labored. Porsche knew what Kinn was doing and tangled his fingers in his hair as he allowed Kinn to listen closely to his heartbeat and find enough stability to steady himself. "I have some conditions."
"Everything." replied Kinn automatically. Porsche laughed.
"I'm serious." he said. "You're going to have to be patient with me. I'm not like Chay who loved a wolf for most of his life and I personally still don't know what to think about some things like running around while you're a giant animal desperate to howl at the moon." when Kinn laughed, Porsche smiled stroking his hair. "And I definitely have doubts about the bite, no matter how desperate my horny self seems to want it."
Kinn looked up at Porsche. There was so much feeling reflected there that Porsche felt dizzy.
"Only if you ask me." Kinn emphasized and Porsche smiled.
"Alright, then." said Porsche, tracing the lines of Kinn's face with the tip of his index finger. "Mate."
And in response to that Kinn just kissed him softly, slow and gentle. Their smile connecting through the kiss. Kinn's relief showed in the way he sighed against Porsche's mouth.
But when Porsche was about to deepen the kiss, Kinn pulled away.
"I..." said Kinn, panting. Not even if he tried he could put into words everything he was feeling. Porsche encouraged him, lightly caressing his face. But it was something else Kinn needed to talk about. "I kind of have some conditions too. And I'm sorry for nosing through your things but I couldn't stop my attention from going to that."
Swallowing hard, Porsche kind of knew where this conversation was going.
"I saw some documents in your room last night. Adoption papers." Kinn said. "And I'd like to understand, hm, aside from the obvious tragedy, what was the root of the connection between my family and yours?" Porsche's head hurt just looking at the confusion in Kinn's eyes. "What was the relationship between your mother and the Theerapanyakul's?"
Oh, Kinn, thought Porsche, I'd like to know too.
"It looks to me like we're going to have another conversation." he said then.