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“You’re staring again,” Kim murmured close to his shoulder.

Kinn didn’t respond as he tore his eyes away from Porsche.

As if Kim had any room to talk. Kinn recently sat through a family dinner where his brother’s “tutoring” sessions with young Porchay were mentioned.

Their father had remarked upon it at length, clearly pleased to see Kim taking an interest in the family. Porchay, in the highest turtleneck Kinn had ever seen, looked stunningly uncomfortable at the attention.

Kim looked smug.

Taking an interest indeed.

Kinn noticed the way Namphueng’s mouth tightened, his aunt clearly not pleased.

Porsche wasn’t there that night.

“So, do you already have a look alike on speed dial to work through your frustrations from seeing him?” Kim asked.

And that was one step too far, but then Kim always did enjoy prodding at Kinn’s limits.

His younger brother would be the first to kill in defense of the family, but his tongue always seemed aimed to draw blood when wielded against Kinn.

“Enjoy your evening, little Brother,” Kinn replied, not rising to the bait.

After all, Kim was only trying to start trouble in the hopes that if he did, he’d be told to leave. Kim could suffer a little longer.

Kinn moved through the crowd that was gathered to help the Theerapanyakul family continue their ‘humanitarian’ efforts. Tonight’s benefit was for rebuilding areas affected by natural disasters. No one made mention of the fact the family owned a majority share or the companies outright that would inevitably win the construction bids and receive much of the funds they raised tonight.

Kinn was stopped on several occasions as he made his way to the bar. He could have raised a hand and waitstaff would have been at his elbow in seconds, but going to the bar gave him something to do.

Porsche having parked himself there had nothing to do with his trip.

His cousin was entertaining the attentions of the Nagarajan twins. Their father was in Bangkok on business and a repeated guest to the Theerapanyakul compound as Namphueng seemed to enjoy his company.

Kinn wouldn’t be surprised if the man ended up floating face down in the Chao Phraya.

Similar had happened to almost every man who’d ever shown an interest in his aunt following his uncle’s untimely demise due to an unknown illness when Porchay was barely out of diapers.

Kinn ordered a pretentious cocktail that would take entirely too long to make but would conveniently give him a reason to stand at the bar longer as he listened to his cousin converse with the socialites.

They were discussing, in English, upcoming events in Bangkok and who was apparently fucking who of their social circle.

Porsche was surprisingly engaged in the discussion as he usually didn’t seem to take notice of such things, but the way his eyes danced suggested that he was enjoying scandalizing the Indian twins with his knowledge.

Kinn did notice that half of what he was feeding them was made up.

He caught his cousin’s dancing gaze out of the corner of his eye. It was like the sun peeking out from behind clouds and shining its unfiltered light upon his face.

Porsche’s eyes widened and then crinkled with the grin that was curling the corners of his mouth up.

Kinn had yet to drink anything tonight but he felt like he just swallowed a mouthful of whiskey and it settled warmly in his empty stomach.

“Excuse me ladies, I’m remiss in my social duties. I haven’t greeted my cousin and head of household in far too long.” Porsche slipped around them to come to Kinn’s side.

“Kinn!” Porsche clapped him on the shoulder, before setting his empty cocktail glass on the counter. “Man, it’s been months since I’ve seen you,” he said, switching to Thai smoothly.

Three months to be exact, Kinn counted. He dipped his head in acknowledgment of the greeting. “Congratulations on passing your exams,” he offered in return.

Porsche blinked in surprise before a dusting of pink bloomed across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. It was subtle against his warm brown skin, but the sight of it tugged at Kinn’s gut.

It made quite a pretty picture.

But then, Porsche was always a pretty picture.

Kinn directed his eyes around around the room.

“Thanks,” Porsche said softly.

The honest gratitude made Kinn shift on his feet. It wasn’t like he and Porsche actively disliked each other, or that they were ever truly at odds.  However, there was always a tension between them given Porsche was best friends with their other cousin, Vegas, who was the heir of the Minor household and rival to Kinn in many ways.

“So, you really aren’t going to take a position within the family?” Kinn questioned.  

Unlike Vegas and Kinn himself, Porsche was free to do what he pleased with his life. Something that Namphueng and Korn had argued about more than once within earshot.

It wasn’t a secret that his aunt didn’t want her sons anywhere near the mob scene and Kinn had a feeling that her staying in the compound was some sort of deal she’d worked out with his father to keep it that way.

Korn still demanded the Kittisawat brothers be present for family dinners and Porsche had to attend some clan meetings, but his father didn’t interfere with their pursuits of other careers as he did with Kim.

”No, Vegas offered me a place with the Minor family of course.” Kinn bristled at the idea of Porsche working for Vegas. Porsche didn’t seem to notice Kinn’s reaction as he plucked the cocktail straw from his empty glass. “But I think my mother might really kill V if I did that.” Porsche laughed afterwards, bringing the straw to his mouth and rolling it between his lips.

“Would be such a pity if she did,” Kinn deadpanned, ignoring the urge to grab the piece of plastic out of his mouth.

“When are you two going to get over yourselves and realize there’s plenty of crime to go around?”

“Porsche,” Kinn admonished for speaking so glibly of their business in public.

He shook off Kinn’s soft reprimand. “Come on, I’ve only been here an hour and I already want to tear off this suit, and your brother demanded I wear this damn vest for some reason, it’s tight as hell.” He pulled his suit coat open showing Kinn the vest underneath.

Kinn’s mouth went dry at the sight of Porsche’s ridiculously narrow waist, accentuated by the olive green vest.

Fuck, what had Khun been thinking?

Was he trying to break Kinn?

Porsche scooped up the drink Kinn ordered, which had arrived at some point without Kinn noticing and reached around the bar for a bottle of champagne that was sitting in an ice bucket, ready for the next waiter to come by and pick it up.

“Porsche!” Kinn hissed.

“Come on Mr. Major Family Heir, live a little,” his cousin called over his shoulder, smiling around the straw as he bounced on the balls of his feet towards the doors that would lead deeper into the hotel.

Kinn swallowed, heart beating loudly in his chest at the sight of Porsche disappearing through the crowd and wanting more than anything to follow him.

His eyes found his father and his aunt standing stiffly beside each other, facades firmly in place as they made small talk with their guests.

Mind made up, he took off in pursuit of his favorite cousin.

Kinn caught up to Porsche by the elevator bank. His cousin was already stepping into one when he rounded the corner and the brat was laughing as Kinn hastened his pace to make it in time before the doors closed.

“Sir!” Big, his head bodyguard, called after him with some alarm in his tone.

“Byeeeeee,” Porsche crowed from next to him with a cackle. They both watched as the doors shut before either of his guards managed to stop them. Kinn could have done something but he wasn’t upset by the outcome of his inaction.

For a moment the dulcet tones of elevator music filled the empty space between them. Porsche used a free finger to pull at the tie around his neck, yanking it out of the vest and loosening the knot at the top. Kinn watched as he leaned his head back against the elevator wall, neck extending, putting the long length of golden, unblemished skin on display.

The bright red straw moved from side to side in his mouth tauntingly.

“Ya know, you could have held the elevator for them,” Porsche said with a grin spreading across his face as he brought up the hand holding Kinn’s drink to take a sip.

Kinn crossed the short distance between them, pushing into Porsche’s space and deftly took his drink back. The flick of Porsche’s eyes down to Kinn’s lips as he took his own sip momentarily distracted him from the disorganized mess of flavors that hit his palate.

It could have been a trick of the light.

“I’ll text them our destination once I know where we are going.”

The elevator dinged, arriving at the floor Porsche selected. He took the lead, snarking back, “It’s a hotel Kinn, it’s not like it takes a genius to figure it out.”

Porsche yelped, straw falling from his mouth when Kinn’s hand unexpectedly snuck inside his still unbuttoned suit jacket from behind and pinched his side. Kinn wasn’t sure if he mourned the loss of the piece of red plastic or not. “And why do you have a hotel room booked for tonight?” Kinn questioned.

Porsche stooped for a moment, picking up his lost toy and tossing it in a nearby trash bin before answering, “Uncle Gun is back in town, so Vegas is crashing at my place for the foreseeable future.”

They came to a halt in front of a room and Porsche was fishing a key out of his pocket. Kinn clocked the number and shot off a text to Big with one hand as his cousin continued explaining, “He and his current boo thing can be noisy. They can’t get together often, but tonight the boyfriend had off and my innocent ears did not need to be subjected to that.”

Kinn’s eyes widened at the information, wondering if there was any way to use it. A flick to the forehead pulled him out of his mental schemes. “Hey, stop it, I see what you’re doing,” Porsche reproached. Kinn rubbed his stinging forehead, lips turned down in a subtle pout. Porsche scoffed and shoved the door open. “Look at the big bad mafia boss, should I get some ice for your owie?”

Kinn rolled his eyes at Porsche’s teasing, but the tension in his shoulders eased. Whereas Kim’s barbs always stung, Porsche’s ribbing was good natured and put Kinn at ease rather than on edge.

“Come on, the view is incredible.” Porsche detoured to snag champagne flutes from the minibar and then joined the Kinn on the balcony.

The night air was refreshing, as it was December and one of the coldest nights that Bangkok had enjoyed all season.

Porsche sighed with contentment as the breeze washed over them. “Here.” He moved to the high top table and chairs, no doubt selected so room occupants could continue to enjoy the view of the city while seated.

His cousin poured the effervescent wine into the glasses and then handed one to Kinn before holding up a glass to cheers.

“What should we toast to?” Kinn asked, eyes focused on Porsche.  If he hadn’t been watching, he may have missed it, but Porsche’s eyes flickered down for a moment before coming back to meet his. Kinn may or may not have purposefully licked his lips, just to confirm it.

“To family?” Porsche asked after a moment too long.

Kinn nodded, letting whatever tension had been building settle. He wasn’t sure what was going on with Porsche’s sudden interest, but he didn’t want to ruin it by pushing too hard too fast. He flowed with the conversation as Porsche led.

It was strange getting this time with Porsche. They’d grown up in the same home, although his aunt clearly established territory boundaries that Korn and by extension Kinn and his brothers respected. So while he knew Porsche, at the same time in many ways he didn’t.

Once he’d become heir to it all, he’d go a week or two without seeing either of the Kittisawat brothers because of his increase in duties and schedule.

Then Porsche went to university in Khon Kaen and it was like the atmosphere in the compound was sucked into a vacuum. Porsche in both good ways and bad ways was loud. Even if Kinn wasn’t in the same room he’d catch hints of his laughter around corners or hear his chatter out of closing elevators.

When Porsche finished his schooling and returned to Bangkok a few weeks ago to prepare for his licensing exams, he’d decided not to move into the family home and in truth Kinn had been disappointed.

There was something magnetic about the younger man. Even now, with just the two of them and Porsche’s usual verve brought down a notch by the intimate setting, he was still lit with genuine enthusiasm at simply talking with Kinn.

To have all of Porsche’s attention focused on him was enthralling and time seemed to slip away. It felt like Kinn blinked and they were through the bottle of champagne.

Porsche was finishing an anecdote about Porschy when Kinn broke in, curious for the other man’s opinion on the recent development between their brothers. “Speaking of, how are Porchay and Kim getting along? You’d know better than me.”

“Awww, Kimmy not out of his mean girl phase yet?” Porsche asked with a smirk.

“Is it a phase if it’s been going on since he went through puberty?”

Porsche shook his head with a laugh. “Still his audacity, tutoring sessions,” Porsche snorted into his nearly empty flute. “Like they’re fooling anyone with that.”

Kinn blinked in surprise. He’d expected more of a reaction from Porsche at the idea of their younger brothers being romantically involved with each other. “So it doesn’t bother you?” Kinn questioned, trying to keep any feeling out of his voice.

Porsche tilted his head. “You talking about the cousin thing, or the fact that Kim is half feral?”

Kinn choked on laughter at the description. “Accurate, and the cousin thing.”

Porsche appeared to think about it for a moment before he answered. “It doesn’t bother me. I mean at the end of the day, mom was adopted and even if she wasn’t,” he shrugged, “It’s not like one of them is going to get pregnant. Besides, it would be pretty hypocritical of me to have a problem with it.”

Kinn found his spine straightening without thought. His chest tightened at the possible implications of that statement. It appeared to be the appropriate time to push.

“Hypocritical?”

Porsche, who’d finished off his glass of champagne, frowned at the now empty bottle before he snapped his fingers. “Minibar!” he exclaimed before standing and making his way back inside the hotel room.

Kinn, feeling like Porsche was purposefully being evasive, followed.

“Why would you having a problem with Kim and Chay be hypocritical, Porsche?” Kinn asked directly, patience beginning to run short.

Porsche bent over and Kinn ignored the intrusive thought to swat him on his ass.

The sound of Porsche rummaging through the fridge was apparently Porsche’s reply and Kinn pulled out his boss voice as Khun referred to it. “Answer me Porsche,” Kinn demanded.

Porsche stopped what he was doing and straightened back up. He crossed his arms over his chest “You really need me to spell it out for you?”

Now, Kinn very much did not appreciate the insinuation that such an answer was obvious. Sure, he had narrowed down the answer to two possible options. The first option may result in Kinn killing or at the very least maiming his uncle’s first born and the second, well, before tonight Kinn only dreamed of such a thing being reality, that Porsche may actually want him in return.

Putting the thought to words even in the safety of his own mind was playing havoc with Kinn’s heart rate.

Kinn closed the distance between them and this time Porsche didn’t retreat.

“Well,” Kinn began “I think you should either explain it to me or…” he let his words trail off, distracted by the way Porsche seemed to be struggling to keep his eyes on Kinn’s lips.

“Or?” Porsche questioned.

“Or you could show me.”

They both went still at Kinn’s words.

Even after reflecting on this night in the future, Kinn wouldn’t be able to say who moved first. In one moment they were standing a foot apart and in the next their mouths were latched together.

It wasn’t exactly a first kiss to write poetry about.

Their absolute rush to get at one another caused a collision of their lips that was too hard, but neither seemed to spare time, thought, or air to complain about it.

Porsche’s hands wove quickly into his hair despite the product in it, scratching at his scalp which sent electricity down his spine. As much as Kinn enjoyed the sensation, Porsche having his arms raised meant his attempts at divesting him of his suit jacket were futile.

All the pushing and pulling, being mutually unwilling to let the other go sent them stumbling through the room until they toppled over, luckily onto the fresh bed.

With the fall, they came unglued and Kinn gasped for breath.

Porsche, apparently not pleased to have lost Kinn’s lips, tried to give chase but Kinn, with self-restraint he didn’t know he possessed, held him off with a firm hand, pressing across one collar bone and his neck.

“Kinn!” Porsche complained.

Kinn shook his head. “Wait, just wait,” he instructed.

“For what?” his cousin whined.

So many questions fired through Kinn’s brain. Since when was Porsche interested in men? Since when was he interested in Kinn? Was he even interested in Kinn? Was this some type of exploration on his part and was Kinn just convenient at the moment?

The doubts crept in from the dark corners of his mind and threatened to consume him.

Kinn swallowed, afraid to ask any of the questions because the answers he’d get could break him.

Kinn couldn’t remember a time he didn’t want Porsche in some capacity, which made his cousin extremely inconvenient for such activities they were no doubt headed toward.

“Kinn?” Porsche asked his hand coming up to cup Kinn’s cheek, unknowingly putting the older man’s heart in a vice. “Hey, was that okay?” Porsche’s thumb smoothed over the small scar under Kinn’s right eye, the action echoing the concern that was clear in his voice and words.

The regard gave Kinn the push he needed to ask the question, “What is this Porsche?”

Porsche’s brow furrowed. “Sorry?”

“I mean why? You- I didn’t even know you liked men.” Kinn commented as he settled on one elbow laying across the bed lengthwise to mirror Porsche’s position.

“Oh yeah, well I didn’t really think about it until…”

“Until?” Kinn prompted

Porsche sighed, “I might have fooled around with ah, yeah someone, I mean a male someone, a guy,” he rambled as he sat up. A hand came up to rub at the back of his neck, a sign of guilt.

Kinn’s eyes narrowed at the complicated expression of emotion on Porsche's face.

“Did he do something you didn’t want?” he asked, already thinking about what he’d do to someone who put their hands on Porsche without invitation, or even with really.

“No, no! Nothing like that, I mean we didn’t really do much, I was just testing the waters and it wasn’t bad, but I guess it wasn’t really what I wanted,” Porsche concluded.

Kinn frowned, not really sure how such an ending led Porsche to be laying on a bed with him. “What did you want?”

Porsche looked up at the question. He’d been looking anywhere but at Kinn while he fumbled his way through the explanation, but now he was staring at Kinn with hesitance, like he was scared of Kinn’s judgment or his rejection.

As if Kinn would reject Porsche.

“I wanted you.”

The confession broke something in Kinn. Whatever was holding him back crumbled to dust. Kinn took Porsche’s mouth with his own again and consumed with fervor born out of years of wanting.

They rolled across the bed until Kinn finally got Porsche’s suit jacket off, which they’d later find in the bathroom, neither sure exactly how it ended up there.

Kinn ended up on top of Porsche, straddling his hips when they came up for air. The sound Porsche made when Kinn released his lips for the second time was better than anything Kinn had dreamed of.

While Porsche caught his breath, Kinn dove in for the neck that drove him to distraction on more than one occasion, needing to see it marked, needing to leave some trace of what they were doing, evidence that he’d done this to Porsche. He supposed he and Kim were the same in that respect.

“Fuck, Kinn yes,” Porsche moaned as Kinn pressed his teeth into golden flesh.

Kinn grinned into warm skin, reddening from his attention. “I know what I want tonight, but what do you want?” he asked after pulling away.

Porsche attempted to drag Kinn’s head back to his neck but Kinn resisted. “No,” he snapped. “I need words Porsche, better yet sentences. What do you want?”

Porsche looked him straight in the eye, bold, beautiful and brash and asked for what he wanted. “I’d really like to try you fucking me. Enough words for you?”

Kinn swallowed as desired coursed through his veins so strongly he almost closed his eyes at the feeling.

His cock twitched in his pants.

Forcing himself to stay calm he asked, “And you’ve never done that before I take it.”

Porsche shook his head, “No, I wouldn’t do that with- well, just no.”

The mention of this other man poked at Kinn’s possessive and jealous nature. “Who?” He demanded not being able to stop himself.

Porsche gave him a flat look. “You’d kill him.”

Kinn grabbed at Porsche’s chin. “Vegas?” he questioned, voice snapping with barely restrained fury.

Porsche attempted to shake his head, but Kinn’s hand kept him in place. “No, you dick, I’m not saying. It was nothing Kinn. We were both drunk and making stupid choices.”

Kinn’s eyes narrowed. He knew he could get the name out of Porsche eventually and even if not knowing now would haunt him, there were more important things to be addressed.

Like, how he had Porsche, previously untouchable, unreachable Porsche under him asking to be fucked. He’d be an idiot to let anything, especially his own jealousy distract him from that fact.

Kinn glanced down, taking in the rumpled clothing that was committing a crime by obscuring what was no doubt a breathtaking view.

He brought his gaze back up to see Porsche watching him, flushed high in his cheeks, and his mouth already swelling from their previous activities. Porsche was making it worse by chewing on his bottom lip, unknowingly seeking more stimulation. His blown pupils were greedily focused on Kinn’s own mouth, clearly begging to have another taste.

“Oh sweetheart, how long have you wanted this?” Kinn questioned, thumb reaching up from its position to tug Porsche’s bottom lip from its abuse.

Porsche bared his teeth and snapped at Kinn’s thumb playfully. “You say that like I’m the only one. You think I haven't noticed the way you look at me?” Porsche shot back, much too smug for Kinn’s liking.

He tilted his head to level an unimpressed look at Porsche before retracting, pulling away and sitting up on his heels, keeping Porsche trapped between his legs.

His cousin blinked up in confusion at the action. “Kinn?”

The way Porsche said his name, suddenly unsure of himself, pulled at the seams of Kinn’s heart. While he wanted to reassure Porsche he also wanted to punish him for being a little shit.

A plan formed quickly in Kinn’s head.

“Is that what you want to hear, darling?” Kinn asked.

Oh, the way Porsche shuddered under him at the endearment.

Kinn thought he saw something when he’d called him ‘sweetheart’ but this time, from his perch above Porsche, the effect was apparent.

Yes, Kinn knew exactly what he was going to do.

He sat back further, letting one of his legs fall off the bed, foot settling upon the floor, despite it going against his own need to be as close as possible to Porsche.

“You want to hear how long I’ve wanted you?” Kinn continued, amusement tinging his voice at how wide Porsche’s eyes went. “You want me to tell you everything I’ve ever wanted to do to you?”

“Kinn!” Porsche breathed and his hips made an aborted motion on the bed.

Kinn let out his own unsteady breath at the sheer need Porsche infused his name with.

His cousin then made to follow him, but Kinn stopped him in his tracks. “No, sweetheart, you’re going to stay on the bed. You’re going to take off those clothes for me and you’re going to listen to how I’ve wanted you.”

Porsche vibrated in place, clearly struggling not to move.

“Are you going to follow those directions?”

His cousin gaped at him. God, how long had Kinn wanted to see that mouth taking his cock?

“Porsche?” Kinn prompted.

“Fuck, alright yes,” Porsche managed to answer and with shaking fingers began tearing at his tie.

“Slow down,” Kinn chided. “I know you’re desperate, love, but we’ve got all night.”

Porsche threw him a sharp look, but slowed his movements.  Kinn settled into a conveniently placed armchair at the end of the bed.

He wanted to appear aloof, but this was Porsche in front of him. This was Porsche undressing for him.  This was Porsche following Kinn’s instructions.

His head spun.

Porsche managed to pull off his tie and began working on the buttons of the vest that had been driving Kinn mad. Taking a quiet breath in that Porsche hopefully wouldn’t hear, he began. “The first time I got distracted by your mouth was that weekend you visited the family vacation home in Hua Hin.”

His cousin, who managed to get his vest off and was now working on the buttons at his shirt collar, snapped his head back up to look at Kinn with surprise.  “Wait, when? I haven’t been out there since I started university.”

Kinn wanted to laugh at Porsche’s misinformed assumption that Kinn’s desire for him didn’t reach back that far. “I was in third year at university. You came with Chay, but not your mom. I think you were celebrating finishing high school.”

Kinn actually knew the exact dates, but he wasn’t going to admit that.

“You were with Tawan back then,” Porsche accused, voice sour and clearly not happy to be thinking about Kinn’s ex.

Kinn wondered if it was at all due to jealousy or just distaste for the man who betrayed family secrets.

”Mmmm,” Kinn agreed. Swallowing down any misgivings, he admitted what he thought about that entire weekend, “Didn’t stop me from wanting your lips wrapped around my cock instead of his.”

Porsche choked on nothing. “What?” he managed to get out after clearing his throat several times as he finally took off the white dress shirt, tossing it to the floor, leaving him in an undershirt and his suit pants, which Kinn noticed did little to hide his erection.

Kinn licked his lips and shifted forward in the chair minutely. “That might have been the first time I thought about you sucking me off but it wasn’t the last. Fuck Porsche, do you even notice all the shit you end up putting between your lips when you’re bored in a clan meeting?”

Porsche froze on the bed, fingers twisting in the hem on the undershirt and a blush reaching down his neck. Soon Kinn would get to see how far it went.

“You were not thinking about that in front of the family Kinn,” Porsche said with disbelief.

Kinn chuckled at the misguided innocence.

“Porsche, I’ve stepped out of those meetings to jack off to thoughts of you on your knees more than once.”

Porsche whined at his words and Kinn could see his cock twitch in his pants. Not that Kinn was doing any better. He could tell he was leaking in his own underwear.

“You’d look fucking gorgeous doing it too. Come on darling, take the shirt off. I want to see if your nipples are as hard as your cock looks to be.”

Porsche shuddered but did as instructed and removed the undershirt.

Kinn sighed, “So lovely, Porsche.”

And he was, absurdly so. Porsche’s torso was miles upon miles of smooth skin wrapped around lean muscle. With only the side lamps lighting the room Porsche’s golden skin, rosy and beginning to shine with sweat, glowed.

Porsche’s nipples were small brown and pebbled. Would Porsche enjoy Kinn’s teeth on them? The older man cleared his throat and continued. “The first time I thought about taking you was the night we ran into each other at Tay’s club.”

Porsche's fingers, which were undoing his belt buckle, stuttered.

“You were wearing what I assume are the tightest pair of pants you own and a red silk shirt.”

“Vegas’ shirt,” Porsche recalled.

Kinn twitched at the name. He would prefer Porsche not to say it again tonight. “And I wanted to tear it off you and show you who the fuck you really belonged to,” Kinn snarled, the emotions from that night welling up as he recalled it.

Porsche shook his head. “I’m not his, we’re just-”

“I know you’re not. But you danced with him that night in front of me Porsche.” Kinn swallowed down what felt like betrayal, knowing full well that it was irrational.

“I like to dance when I’m tipsy, it never means anything,” Porsche tried to assure him.

For the first time since they started Kinn glanced away from him, feeling that Porsche was seeing too much and suddenly aware of his own vulnerability.

It was an old wound, the relationship between Vegas and Porsche. They’d grown up in each other's pockets and remained close into their adulthood despite both Nampheung and his father’s attempted interference once they hit their teenage years.

Kinn had always felt jealous of their easy camaraderie, of their trust and confidence in each other that he’d observed.

That night at the club Vegas had purposefully put on a show with Kinn as his target audience. His rival showed that he was clearly aware of Kinn’s desires when it came to Porsche.

The fucker knew exactly what he was doing, putting his hands all over Porsche as they danced and pointedly meeting Kinn’s watching gaze with a smug smile.

“I wanted to drag you away from him that night,” Kinn admitted, leaning forward again and purposefully putting aside his own jealousy. Nearly naked Porsche deserved his attention more than any memory.

Porsche, seemingly reassured by Kinn’s reenagement, pulled his belt out of his pants. “And done what?” he challenged with a grin that wasn’t quite as bright as it could have been.

Kinn ran his eyes down Porsche’s form, settling on his groin. “I’d have taken you to the men’s room.”

“Classy,” Porsche snorted.

Kinn ignored the sass that made the corners of his mouth turn up. “If anyone had been in there I’d make them leave, pulled my gun if they required encouragement.”

Porsche’s breath hitched as his belt buckle clunked against the floor.

Kinn filed the observation away for later use. “I’m sure you would have been mouthy, protested that you were just dancing, exactly like you’re doing now in fact.”

“Because we were-” he started again.

Kinn interrupted, “But that’s not all you were doing that night.”

Porsche tilted his head. “What do you mean?” he asked.

Kinn shifted in his seat, his cock, aching for relief and making it difficult to find a comfortable position. “You wanted my attention,” Kinn declared with confidence that he hadn’t had previously.

“Kinn-”

“Unbutton your pants.” Kinn ordered. Porsche hesitated, opening his mouth again as if to continue his protests. “Now.”

Porsche’s inhale at the command was deafening in the otherwise silent room.

“You wanted me to see you, you wanted me to react, you wanted me to show you,” Kinn murmured darkly, his voice soft but clear.

Porsche popped the button on his jeans, the pressure of his erection beginning to force the zipper down without assistance.

“Unzip.” A shuddering exhale joined Kinn’s own unsteady breaths between words. “And I would have shown you darling,” Kinn promised, words ringing with near worship. “I would have taken you with your elbows on the bathroom counter, your feet spread on either side of mine, one hand on your waist holding you in place and the other fisted in your hair. Making sure your eyes were on me in the mirror. Making sure you knew whose cock was taking you apart.”

“Kinn!” Porsche cried as his hips humped empty air. Porsche brought his hand to his mouth and bit into the meat of it to silence more sounds as his shoulders heaved with the labor of breathing.

“Fuck! Look at you,” Kinn groaned, unable to resist palming his own cock at the picture of Porsche on the bed, teeth biting his hand, his zipper down and his pants slipping lower and lower on his hips. “See what I mean, always wanting something in your mouth.”

They both took a few moments to come back to themselves through the crashing waves of lust.

Porsche met his eyes with fire. “You can do more than talk about my mouth. I’m right fucking here.”

Kinn grinned at Porsche’s roundabout way of asking to suck him off. “As much as I’d love to fill you up sweetheart, make you quiet for once, I want your ass even more.”

“Don’t think you can get it up twice in one night?” Porsche challenged.

Kinn felt himself wanting to rise to the bait but shook his head.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to resist fucking your throat at the moment and I don’t want to wreck your voice. You’re going to make the prettiest sounds for me when I get my cock in your hole.”

Porsche’s cheeks flamed, but he also huffed as he unceremoniously shoved his pants down, wriggling across the bedspread in an effort to get them off.

“I don’t think I’ve seen someone remove their pants in a less sexy manner,” Kinn observed. He caught said pants before they smacked him in the face.

“You keep talking about fucking me, but you haven’t done anything to make that happen,” Porsche complained, his voice bordering on a whine.

“Haven’t I?” Kinn questioned, raising an eyebrow pointedly at the light blue briefs Porsche had on that clearly gave away the younger man had been steadily leaking precum into them.

Kinn’s mouth practically watered at the thought of tasting him.

“Maybe I can make you come like this, just my voice and your own hand on yourself. Or would you prefer your fingers in yourself, trying to stuff yourself full?” Kinn tilted his head considering the options. “That’s what you’re really after isn’t it? Have you imagined it Porsche? What it would be like to be full of me?”

Porsche walked on his knees as close to the edge of the bed as he could without risking tumbling off. “Kinn, fuck please, want you to touch me.”

This time it was Kinn’s turn to shudder. He squeezed his own cock and moaned as he felt it push out a glob of thick precum. He wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to resist doing as the younger man asked for much longer.

“And I promise, I’m going to Porsche, but first I want to see you darling.”

Kinn pulled a tube of lube from his inner jacket pocket and tossed it on the bed next to Porsche. His cousin looked down at it. “Seriously?” he asked with more than a bit of incredulity.

Kinn stood and began pulling at his bow tie. “You’ve got beautiful hands Porsche, long elegant fingers. I want to see them in you.”

Porsche’s glare went a little cloudy at the compliment. “Fine, you stupidly attractive asshole.” With absolutely no fanfare Porsche removed the briefs and his socks in one go and Kinn felt like the air was ripped from his lungs as he finally got to see all of Porsche’s front.

His beautiful cousin had a perfectly shaped cock that curved upward toward his belly in its almost completely erect state. The tip was a dark red, nearly purplish, and wet with pearly precum.

Porsche, not apparently able to resist, gave himself a few strokes, groaning.

Kinn cursed under his breath. “I’d love to watch you get yourself off right now sweetheart, but if you don’t take your hand off that lovely cock, I’m going to hold you down and make you watch me get myself off all over your face.

Porsche, who’d closed his eyes as he lost himself in his own pleasure, cracked one eye open and poked his pink tongue out of his mouth. “Not much of a threat if I’d enjoy it.”

Kinn’s mouth hurt from his refusal to smile at the comment. Porsche really was a cheeky shit. “You’ll enjoy my cock against your prostate a lot more.”

Porsche rolled his eyes, but humor glimmered behind his lashes. “Not wrong probably. But just so you know, this probably won’t be pretty. I don’t exactly have a ton of experience doing this.”

Kinn’s mouth went dry and possessive heat licked down his spine, pooling in his groin making his cock twitch.

Did he like the fact that he’d be the first to have Porsche? Yes, almost too much.

Kinn slowly began removing his dinner jacket, as Porsche lubed up his fingers. Porsche reached behind himself, craning his neck around to try and get a look at what he was doing.

“No,” Kinn interrupted, voice raspy as the reality of what he was about to witness sunk in. His words brought Porsche’s attention back to him. “Turn around, let me see.”

Porsche swallowed before he grumbled, “Fucking bossy.” With burning red cheeks he did as he was bid.

Kinn breathed in sharply at the sight.

Porsche settled, still on his knees, which were spread apart for the upcoming action. Kinn admired the muscles in his thighs that were clearly working to hold him upright.

Porsche’s ass wasn’t abundant considering how slim he was, but it was pert and full for its size, accentuating the dips in his low back and, fuck, the way his waist pulled in, creating the perfect place for Kinn’s hands to go.

“You are unbelievably gorgeous, darling,” Kinn said with awe in his voice. It wasn’t a new concept, but that didn’t stop the observation from hitting him like a pair of brass knuckles to the gut.

Porsche shook his head, as if trying to deny the truth. Kinn noted that, taking it as a challenge to make him believe it. “It’s fucking hard to focus when you say things like that,” the younger man grit out through his teeth.

“Can’t say I mind,” Kinn teased, grinning ear to ear, “But at the moment I do have a vested interest in your ability to focus.”

Porsche’s lubed fingers drifted closer to their target and Kinn’s breath hitched in anticipation. “Kinn,” his cousin whined, “I can’t do this with you just staring at me.” Porsche’s head dropped forward, down between his shoulders as if he were trying to hide.

Kinn hushed his protests with a soothing noise. “Come on love, let me see that hole, I’ve wanted to for so long. You’ve got no fucking idea how many times I’ve dreamed of seeing you opened up. You can do this darling, take one of those cheeks and hold yourself open. Yes, just like that, now one finger, circle that tight little bud.”

One of Porsche’s lubed fingers drew round, getting closer and closer to the target. Kinn swallowed the saliva that might have escaped his mouth as he made to speak again, “Now, dip inside sweetheart.” Kinn’s fingers blindly worked at his own belt as he got to watch Porsche follow his every direction. “There you go, work a little more in, start stretching yourself for me. God, you’re going to feel better than anyone I’ve ever had, I can tell.”

“Fuck! Kinn, stop talking.”

The laughter felt like it was pulled out of Kinn, light and breathless. “No, you love it,” Kinn refused. “I can see you dripping on the duvet, poor blanket will never be the same.” Porsche glared over his shoulder at the teasing. Kinn ignored him in favor of continuing his instruction. “Now sink that finger all the way in, there you go, work it in and out, get yourself used to something tugging on your walls.”

Kinn unbuttoned his own pants and pulled down the zipper, but didn’t do more than push them down his hips a bit.

“Okay, you look like you can take another finger love.” It was a little early, but it wasn’t like Porsche was unaccustomed to a bit of pain.

His cousin looked up through his lashes at the direction and Kinn wasn’t prepared for the flash of want that ignited in his belly at the sight that greeted him.

Porsche’s pupils were blown wide, his face was flushed, hair mussed and temples glistened with sweat.

Those dark eyes dropped to Kinn’s waist. “Kinn, please, wanna see you,” Porsche practically begged.

Kinn closed his eyes and willed his body to remain still when everything in him was screaming to shove Porsche’s face into the mattress and put his cock in him whether Porsche was ready or not.

“Add a finger and I’ll let you see me,” Kinn promised.

Porsche pouted, but did as he was told, mouth parting at the stretch, muscles in his arm straining to get the angle right.

When Porsche’s attention returned to Kinn clearly expecting his promised reward, the older man reached into his underwear, swallowing at the feeling of his own hand, familiar, but shocking considering how long his body had been yearning for the stimulation.

He pulled himself out and smirked at how Porsche unthinkingly licked his lips at the sight before something must have clicked in his brain. Porsche’s eyes cut to his own and Kinn caught apprehension in their dark depths.

Kinn, who knew he was on the larger side of average, made to reassure him, ”Don’t worry-”

Porsche rolled his eyes. “I’m not worried, but I might die of old age before you get around to fucking me.”

“Such a brat,” Kinn said with an affectionate sigh, letting Porsche keep his facade. He slowly began stroking his own cock, the sound of it filling the room. The smell of sex between the fluids he and Porsche were producing made the air tangy and added to the building tension in both of their bodies.

“Get a third in yourself and then I’ll touch you.”

Porsche’s look was bordering on vengeful before he tossed his head cutting off their eye contact. “You better,” he grumbled.

Kinn watched as he attempted to change which fingers were inside himself to get another in. Kinn took a step forward. Porsche huffed with frustration, then finally the third popped in, Porsche’s rim easing around it. “Oh fuck,” Porsche moaned, his hips heaved forwards as if running away from his own fingers.

“No sweetheart, sink into it,” Kinn instructed as his own hand sped up on his cock, wrist twisting just how he liked as he watched Porsche struggle.

“Kinn come on, it's in, you promised,” Porsche whined.

“Fuck yourself properly,” Kinn demanded and fuck did it practically melt his brain when Porsche did just that.

Kinn could have watched Porsche all night, but then Porsche’s thighs gave out and he fell forward. The arm that was holding his left cheek came out to prevent him from face-planting into the duvet. The sight of Porsche with a bow in his spine as he rested on his forearm and was three fingers deep into his own ass snapped Kinn’s restraint so hard that he swore he heard it crack.

Kinn’s hands grabbed at Porsche’s ass, spreading the cheeks apart, getting an even more intimate view of those slender digits disappearing into Porsche’s body.

Kinn brushed his own fingers against the reddened rim as it continued to work at taking Porsche’s fingers.

“God look at you. Go on, pull your fingers out, need to feel you for myself.”

Porsche moaned below him but did as Kinn said and then Kinn finally, finally pushed one of his own thick fingers into Porsche.

“Kinn!” Porsche yelped.

Kinn grit his teeth at the feeling of Porsche clenching around his finger, tight and hot and fucking perfect, but a bit too dry. “You need more lube darling,” Kinn chided. He reached for the tube but changed course as inspiration hit.

The older man leaned forward covering the younger’s naked back with his clothed body. He groaned when his cock found its home in the lubed crease of Porsche’s ass.

“Do you remember that day we met in the spa?”

Porsche scoffed. “You mean the day you were a colossal fucking dick to- Kinn!” Porsche wheezed as Kinn sunk his teeth into Porsche’s neck in reprimand.

“You caught me on a very bad day.” He’d just found out he lost a major deal to Vegas of all people, so seeing Porsche had only rubbed salt in the wound. Kinn wrapped an arm around Porsche’s, palm spreading across his sternum. He heaved them both upright, ignoring Porsche’s protesting whine. “You were so fucking mouthy to me,” Kinn admonished before nipping at Porsche’s jaw.

“You deserved it,” Porsche retorted, thighs shaking, but Kinn’s arms kept him in place.

Kinn made a noise of agreement as he nosed at Porsche’s neck breathing in his scent. “It fucking pissed me off with it happeneing in front of the guards that were there. Do you know what I wanted to do with you then?”

Porsche managed a questioning sound, but apparently wasn’t capable of speech as Kinn shifted his hips, rubbing his cock into Porsche’s lower back enjoying the soft heat of the skin there.

“Wanted to take you by the hair and force you to your knees in front of them all,” Kinn murmured in his ear while he took hold of Porsche’s cock and gave a solid stroke.

Porsche released a cacophony of sounds at the sudden stimulation.

“I woud- hng” Porsche’s refusal became garbled as Kinn pulled again, tighter this time, getting a feel for Porsche’s cock, loving the way it fit hot, firm and silken in his hand.

“Liar, I bet you would have gone without much of a fight,” Kinn rebutted, knowing where the younger man was headed with his cut off words.

“In your dreams,” Porsche managed to get out as he tried to catch his breath. One of his hands settled over the top of Kinn's and his other reached back and clutched at Kinn’s pants.

“Indeed. Now listen,” Kinn ordered with his lips brushing Porsche’s ear with every word. “You’d look up at me all defiant, but when I put my cock to your lips, get them nice and wet with me, you’d open, because you’re fucking gagging for it,” he finished with a growl.

“Kinn, Kinn,” Porsche warned, tension making his voice crack as he was driven to the edge by Kinn’s voice and hand.

Kinn didn’t care. His hand and mouth kept working towards their goal of seeing Porsche break. “I’d work myself in deep, get the head of my cock right at the back of your tongue, and then I’d fuck down into your throat. The men would start jerking off to me fucking your face.”

“I wouldn’t-”

Kinn chuckled darkly as Porsche’s hips began working, fucking into the motions of Kinn’s hand. The older man nuzzled into the hair along Porsche’s ear. “Don’t worry darling. Even if I’d let them jerk off to the sight of me using you, you know what I would never let them do?”

Kinn lightly traced over the head of Porsche’s cock, thumbing at the slit, pulling a sound from Porsche that would play in Kinn’s mind for many nights to come.

“I’d never let them touch you,” Kinn vowed, just like he’d never let anyone touch Porsche again after this, not that Porsche knew that yet. “You know why?”

Porsche shook his head, abdominal muscles spasming, hips now twitching uncontrollably. Kinn sucked in a breath through his teeth at the increased friction against his cock.

He shifted his hold on Porsche’s chest and his thumb nail caught on a nipple causing Porsche to gasp. “Yes you do,” Kinn continued. “I wouldn’t let anyone touch you because you are mine Porsche.” You will always be mine.

Even Kinn could recognize it was a bit too soon to say such things.

Porsche moaned long and low as he came into Kinn’s hand, shaking with the force of his orgasm.

“Perfect,” Kinn whispered into his hair as he caught the thick of Porsche’s spend in his hand.

“Fuck,” Porsche groaned as he came down from the high, body shaking from the afterschocks. Kinn made sure to hold him close, placing kisses along the bruises blooming on his throat.

Eventually Porsche released his hold on Kinn’s pants and arm, allowing himself to be guided onto his back. “Why’d you make me come?” Porsche fussed as he settled into the new position.

Kinn smacked a thigh in reprimand. “Why are you complaining about having an orgasm?” Porsche half-heartedly kicked at him as Kinn shoved his way between his cousin’s legs. “Besides, you’re young, you can go again.”

Porsche snorted, which turned into a gasp as Kinn unceremoniously found his hole and pushed a wet finger in. “Fuck Kinn, did you just shove my own cum in me?”

“I said you were too dry,” Kinn reminded him.

“Animal,” Porsche accused.

Kinn grinned, baring his teeth. “Now then, let’s get this ass ready for me.”

He pulled his finger out and made to grab Porsche’s hips, but he suddenly found a foot in his way and the attached leg extending, pushing him back until he had to step off the bed.

“Porsche!” Kinn huffed, managing to tear his eyes from his cousin’s shapely calf to glare at him.

Porsche looked unrepentant for pushing Kinn away, propping himself up on his elbows with a grin. “You are not fucking me with suspenders on Kinn.” They both looked down at Kinn’s remaining clothing, consisting of suspenders over his dress shirt and suit pants.

Porsche made a considering noise and Kinn looked back up to see obvious appreciation in his gaze. “Well, at least not tonight.” Kinn’s heart lurched at the implication that Porsche might want to do this again. “Strip.”

“Eloquent.” Kinn caught the pillow that was thrown at his head, tossing it onto the chair he vacated earlier.

Kinn watched Porsche watch him. His cousin’s eyes widened as Kinn pulled apart his shirt, revealing the breadth of his shoulders and his heavily muscled chest and arms. Kinn would be lying if he said Porsche’s obvious appreciation of his body didn’t affect him.

Once he was completely undressed he raised an eyebrow, vainly wanting to hear Porsche’s approval not just see it.

“Come on then, spin for me,” Porsche teased instead.

Kinn picked the pillow and used it to smack his soon to be lover before shoving it roughly under his hips. “Now, can we proceed or do you have other objections?” Kinn may just die if Porsche had objections.

“You’re the one who was drawing this out by talking my ear off,” Porsche accused, seemingly unaware of the irony in his words.

Kinn pinched his side as he settled back into place with Porsche’s thighs thrown over his own and his ass lifted up by the pillow so Kinn could get at his hole.

Neither one of them had much patience left, but Kinn did his best to be sure Porsche’s body was ready.

Kinn grabbed at a condom he’d fished out of his suit pocket and thrown on the bed earlier. “Wait!” Porsche interrupted as Kinn went to open it. He looked up at him. Porsche’s eyes were on the condom as he chewed on his lip. “I just, I mean, I got tested not long ago and I’ve not been with anyone since.”

The thought of being bare inside Porsche was unexpected and dizzying. “I get tested regularly and always use protection with my partners.”

“Oh well, if you want to wear one, I want you to be comfortable,” Porsche reassured.

Kinn leaned down and put his teeth into Porsche’s collar bone which was prominent in his current position because he needed to do something with his mind’s reaction to Porsche’s obvious concern.

It ripped a startled sound from Porsche’s mouth that became a moan as Kinn used his tongue and lips to soothe the bite. Feeling a little less out of control when he pulled back Kinn responded, “I trust you and if you want my cock in you bare, that’s something we can do. Is that what you want?”

Porsche, the tempting little shit that he was, bit into his lower lip with a shudder and nodded. “Yeah,” he croaked. “Want that.”

When Kinn finally found himself pressing the head of his bare cock into Porsche it didn’t go how he expected.

The first noise Porsche made dragged Kinn’s attention from where he was slowly working his way inside. Porsche was still up, supporting himself with his hands, wide eyes watching Kinn’s progress with his mouth hanging open.

Kinn found he was so focused on watching Porsche’s face and body for any signs of pain or discomfort, knowing that it wasn’t in his cousin’s nature to admit such things, that he barely felt the tight clutch of Porsche’s rim when the head of his cock was enveloped.

Kinn had never felt this before. His own need to seek pleasure was totally and completely irrelevant in the face of making sure Porsche was taken care of. He didn’t know if he’d be able to handle Porsche never wanting this again or worse not being satisfied with Kinn and seeking out other partners.

Porsche’s arms gave out and he dropped back, closing his eyes, Kinn’s grip on his hips keeping his lower body still.

“Porsche,” Kinn started as he inched his cock in. Porsch made a sound between a moan of pleasure and distress as he tossed his head back. The long arch of that elegant throat tempted him, but he stayed focused. “Come on sweetheart. I need your eyes.”

The muscles in his cousin’s jaw clenched hard before he managed to speak, “I’m a bit busy trying to take your dick if you haven’t noticed.”

Kinn laughed and the action tore at the veil in his mind and for a moment the delicious feeling of Porsche around him wasn’t ignorable. “Oh fuck,” he cursed, gritting his teeth against the skittering sensation of mind numbing pleasure that the constant hot pressure of Porsche surrounding him induced.

Porsche laughed breathily as Kinn struggled to get himself under control again. “Finally, god for a moment there I thought you were completely indifferent to putting it in. You’re gonna give me a fucking complex by the time we’re done I swear,” Porsche complained.

The word ‘done’ stabbed at all the insecurities that festered in Kinn and he almost missed Porsche’s admission of his own. Reminding himself that Porsche was his priority, he pulled his mind back from its pleasure induced stupor.

He leaned forward the movement shifting his hips until he was fully seated inside Porsche.

“Kinn!” Porsche gasped, chest heaving from the sudden action, hands coming up to press against Kinn’s chest, not quite pushing him away but giving his muscles something to do.

Kinn wrapped a hand around his neck. “Look at me,” he demanded. And this time Porsche did, eyes fever bright and bordering on overwhelmed. “We are never going to be done,” Kinn swore. “I’m never letting you go.”

Kinn went still after his proclamation and around him Porsche, who didn’t deny his words, moved, hips twitching as if trying to work out whether or not he liked the new feeling of being full of Kinn.

But, unsurprisingly taking a cock for the first time in his life didn’t stop Porsche from running his mouth. “Wave that red flag of yours a bit higher. There’s some people in the back who didn’t see.”

God, Kinn loved him.

On a normal day the thought may have prompted a mental crisis, but Kinn was currently balls deep in Porsche. The mental crisis could wait.

He pulled his hips back, cock dragging out of Porsche in a slow slide that Kinn savored.

Porsche suddenly gasped, core tightening and body grasping at the length of Kinn that was still inside him. One of his hands flew up, trying to find purchase on the smooth slope of Kinn’s shoulder while the other twisted in the sheets below him.

“What the fuck?” He breathed out, face shocked as he looked down at where they were intimately connected. “Shit Kinn, you have to do that again.”

Kinn wanted to respond that he'd do it forever but resisted. He grabbed at the top of Porsche’s hip bones, his thumbs and index fingers coming around Porsche’s waist and the muscles in his arms flexed when he tilted Porsche’s pelvis up.

The movement jolted Porsche toward Kinn and he hissed his displeasure as Kinn’s cock stabbed at his insides. “Not what I meant!”

Kinn rolled his eyes, but focused on finding a rhythm and speed that would work for Porsche. It took some doing and Kinn’s arms, thighs and core were beginning to burn from the exertion, but the payoff was worth it.

Porsche’s surprised noises of pleasure, his pleading of “Yes, Kinn, there, there, again please!” filled up Kinn’s chest till he could barely breathe. The pace was agonizingly slow for him, but seeing Porsche shaking, laughing breathlessly in shock over how good it felt, was pushing him towards his own end.

Kinn was losing himself in the sensations of Porsche that surrounded him, the feel of his skin, the scent of his body, the sound of his voice. There was no coming back from this. He’d never have enough of it.

“How the fuck is this real?” Porsche questioned with a long moan, wrapping his other arm around Kinn and using his strength to pull himself closer to his cousin, seating himself fully on the older man’s thighs.

“Porsche!” Kinn groaned at the pleasure that ripped through his abdomen as he somehow sunk deeper than before.

“Kinn,” Porsche breathed against his mouth. Porsche’s murmur brushed their lips together, “Come on babe.” Kinn inhaled sharply at the pet name, heart aching. “You’ve been so good to me. Want you to feel good too.”

Kinn’s hands squeezed at Porsche’s waist, getting a firmer purchase before the two began working together to find a speed that burned through the last bit of Kinn’s stamina.

The end came suddenly. Kinn’s stomach cramped and his hips stuttered as pleasure violently erupted from the base of his spine and he lost track of reality.

When he came back down, Porsche was still seated in his lap with Kinn, not yet soft and still twitching inside of him. His face was buried in his cousin’s sweaty neck. One of Porsche’s hands was playing with the hair at the base of his skull and the other was wandering his back.

As Kinn’s brain rebooted he voiced a concern he’d noticed but had been too distracted by the building pleasure to put into words. “You haven’t come,” he observed, feeling a flash of guilt and a sense of failure.

Porsche made a noise of agreement, then, in an uncharacteristically small voice, responded, “It may be strange, but I’m good.” Kinn pulled his head back to get a clear view of Porsche’s face, needing to be sure his cousin wasn’t hiding anything in an effort to spare Kinn’s own feelings. “Like everything felt good and this,” his arms tightened around Kinn, “this feels really good right now.”

Kinn swallowed and ignored the warmth behind his eyes. Not trusting his voice to be steady if he spoke, Kinn pressed kisses to Porsche’s face, providing the reassurance his cousin seemed to need in that moment. He eventually found Porsche’s mouth but the heat between them stayed at a warm and gentle simmer.

Kinn’s muscles felt like goo thanks to his orgasm. Although he’d love to continue holding Porsche, he was becoming aware of the consequences of forgoing a condom. “Porsche, I don’t want to rush you but we should probably get cleaned up.”

Porsche grumbled, obviously not pleased with the idea of detaching himself from Kinn. “Carry me,” he demanded.

Kinn huffed a laugh. “You’re not that light.”

He could feel Porsche’s pout against his shoulder. “Or you’re not that strong.”

Kinn nipped at an ear in retaliation, but he supposed he’d walked into that one. His brain itched with the thought of holding up Porsche and what activities could be done with the proper supports in place.

“Kinn,” Porsche chastised with a smack to his arm. “Stop thinking about fucking me. I felt your dick twitch just now.”

“Well, if someone would get up…”

“Fine,” Porsche groaned, reorganizing his lower limbs to get his knees underneath him. Porsche proceeded to rise up and pull himself away from Kinn. “Oh,” Porsche spoke with an inhale when Kinn’s softened dick left him.

Kinn didn’t need to see his face to know it wasn’t a pleasant feeling. Porsche levered fully off of Kinn, balancing on his knees with his hands on Kinn’s shoulders. “Yeah, not gonna lie it was filthy hot feeling you come in me, but now it just feels filthy.”

His cousin climbed off the bed and Kinn felt his mouth go dry, heat flashing through him as he caught sight of Porsche’s reddened hole and the mess of Kinn’s fluids surrounding it.

Without Porsche pressed against him, Kinn was a bit lost at what to do next. He’d usually go to wash himself after such acts and his partner for the night knew it was their cue to leave. Should he leave? Did Porsche want to clean up alone? Was this wonderful fever dream about to come crashing down?

His inner turmoil was interrupted by Porsche’s hands grabbing at him. “Come on you. I’m not getting into bed with you while your dick is covered in cum and lube.”

Kinn’s breath hitched as Porsche pulled him to the bathroom. The olive green suit jacket, which had somehow made its way into the doorway, was unceremoniously kicked aside. Kinn wondered if Khun felt the abuse of his carefully chosen garment.

Porsche started the shower and they both stepped in after the water was properly warmed. Kinn let Porsche take the brunt of the spray on his backside.

The intimacy of helping Porsche clean up was another novel experience. Porsche clung to him, resting his chin on Kinn’s shoulder with one arm flung over the opposite and the other resting against Kinn’s chest.

Kinn’s arms were woven around Porsche’s middle, allowing his hands to reach down and work at washing away the evidence of their activities.

Kinn breathed in, soaking up the heat of the water and Porsche’s body, and drowning in the soft noises he was producing.

“Okay?” Kinn whispered at a particularly loud one, nosing along the shell of Porsche’s ear.

“Yeah,” his cousin sighed. “Just kind of weird feeling, you poking around back there outside of, ya know.”

Kinn hummed in understanding, but couldn’t really agree. Something about touching Porsche, even in this manner, felt like the most natural thing in the world. Not for the first time, Kinn marveled at Porsche’s ease at accepting Kinn’s touch and touching him in return throughout the night.

He knew it to just be an intrinsic part of Porsche, his tactility. Porsche was hands on with most people, but as they got older, Kinn noticed that Porsche’s friendly hugs and casual brushes of hands on Kinn’s shoulders or their arms and legs knocking against each other came fewer and farther between.

And Kinn missed it, ached for it, wished he had the courage to reach out and initiate it himself whenever he and Porsche’s paths crossed, but he didn’t.

It floored Kinn that he was here, wrapped around a naked and wet Porsche.

But it wasn’t enough. One night with Porsche would never be enough.

Kinn was at his core a greedy soul and he’d never have his fill of Porsche.

But what if Porsche didn’t feel the same?

His cousin picked his head up from its resting place and pulled away far enough to see Kinn’s face. “Stop it,” he said, cupping Kinn’s head with his hands and smoothing his thumbs across furrowed brows. “You frowning like that makes these giant caterpillars bigger. They’re going to take over your entire face.”

Kinn’s surprised snort made Porsche grin. “Let’s finish up,” Porsche said with a yawn. “I’ve been pulling too many long study nights. I may just fall asleep on you in here.”

They completed the necessary activities with surprising efficiency and minimal distraction.

Porsche never asked Kinn to stay the night, but he also barely let go of him and when it was time to get into bed Porsche gripped him tight and dragged him there. Not that Kinn was putting up a fight. “The comforter is nasty, you need to keep me warm,” was Porsche’s reasoning.

When they were settled comfortably close, limbs intertwined under the thankfully clean sheets, Porsche asked, “Did you mean it?”

Kinn opened his eyes back up, not sure when they’d drifted close. It was too dark in the room to make out Porsche’s facial expression. “Mean what?”

“The stuff you were saying about me belonging to you, that you’d never let me go.”

Kinn wished the light was on. Porsche was such a visually expressive person and without the ability to see his face Kinn was having a hard time discerning if Porsche was asking because Kinn’s words had bothered him, or because they hadn’t.

His internal debate on what to say must have been taking too long because Porsche began retreating from him. “I mean, I know people say a lot of shit they don’t mean in the heat of the moment and-”

Kinn grabbed at Porsche. “I meant it.” His cousin stilled at his touch and words. “I know it may have seemed sudden but it wasn’t. Not for me. I don’t want…” Kinn paused, frustrated with his inability to put his all consuming desire to keep Porsche close to him in every way into words. He took a breath and started again. “I don’t want this to be a one time thing and I also don’t want it to be just sex.”

Porsche’s hands fidgeted in his and Kinn wove their fingers together, wanting to ground Porsche. “So you want to date me?” Porsche asked.

Kinn frowned. It wasn’t right. The word ‘date’ implied that their relationship would be just beginning and in certain ways that was true, but in others it wasn’t.

Porsche seemed to be on the same page, because he spoke again. “That’s weird right. Like it feels like we’re beyond that.” Porsche brought their intertwined fingers to his lips and kissed Kinn’s knuckles right where his family ring would sit if he hadn’t removed it earlier.

Kinn made a noise of agreement, but the thought of the family brought up possible challenges that lay ahead of them. “You know your mom won’t be happy,” he commented. “Being with me means being a member of the Major family.”

“As opposed to what I’ve been since we moved into the compound after dad died. Part of the family but not really part of it,” Porsche replied, his words dipped in bitterness.

Kinn swallowed, feeling like he'd just poked a wound he should have known existed. He chose his next words as carefully as he could, trying to make Porsche understand where he was coming from. “I’ve always considered you family Porsche, but you have to know it would be different if we were partners. There would be expectations that you’ve never had to deal with.”

Porsche shifted closer. “I know that Kinn, but don’t forget I grew up in that house too. I was there when you became heir. I may have been afforded more freedom but I didn’t escape the weight of the Theerapanyakul name completely.”

Kinn’s heart pounded as hope blossomed in his chest. He licked his lips before asking, “So what do we tell everyone?”

“It’s up to me? You’re the one with the power here.”

Kinn’s reaction to Porsche’s words was a sharp and visceral feeling of wrongness that needed to immediately be corrected. “Maybe in the sense of the family, but Porsche, you have power over me.”

Porsche inhaled sharply at Kinn’s admission. “Fuck, Kinn!” Porsche’s mouth found his forcefully in the dark and Kinn gave as good as he got, rolling almost on top of Porsche to reciprocate the kiss with all of the intensity and honesty that he could.

They eventually parted, and Kinn pressed a few more kisses to Porsche’s lips for good measure before relaxing back. Kinn was thinking of how exactly they were going to break it to their family, especially Namphueng when Porsche interrupted his musings with a question.

“Why does it seem like you just proposed?”

Kinn’s mind tripped on the image of the Major family ring on Porsche’s finger.

Porsche shook his head. “Shit, sorry, I’m not expecting that or anything, like we may be more than dating at this point, but we’re not talking about marriage or anything.”

“But you want that in the future?” Kinn asked, trying to keep his voice neutral.

“Maybe? I mean if that’s something we both want eventually.”

Porsche really didn’t seem to be getting that Kinn wanted everything with him. He supposed he had time to work on it. “I would want it,” Kinn stated confidently. “But…”

“But?”

“You’d have to tell me who it was.”

“Who it was?” Porsche asked before Kinn’s meaning became clear to him. “Seriously Kinn?”

“If you’re protesting this much it’s because they’re a mutual acquaintance,” Kinn reasoned. “Which means they’d mostly likely be invited to the wedding and I don’t want them there.”

“Oh my god, first we’re not getting married.” Kinn bit his tongue to not interrupt Porsche by interjecting ‘yet’. “Second, you have zero reason to be jealous.”

“They touched you,” Kinn hissed.

“And you’ve been inside me,” Porsche countered.

Kinn mentally conceded that Porsche had a point, but he’d never claimed to be rational when it came to such things. “Promise me you won’t invite them,” he ordered.

“We’re not getting married, Kinn.” The fact that Porsche was rolling his eyes at him was apparent.

“Porsche,” Kinn complained. “You said-”

“Fuck, fine you overgrown child,” Porsche submitted. “In the future, should we get married I will make sure they aren’t on the guest list.”

“Good.”

“You’ll just have to explain to Tay why his on again off again, toxic, shitty boyfriend can’t come.”

Kinn froze as what Porsche said processed. “I’m going to fucking kill him,” he swore.

Next to him, Porsche sighed, sounding exhausted and one hundred percent done with the conversation and Kinn. “In the morning. Sleep now, murder later.”

Kinn grumbled as he grabbed at Porsche’s middle, nudging at his side until his cousin got the memo and rolled over so Kinn could slot himself in behind, pulling him back into his chest possessively.

He buried his nose into the hair at the back of Porsche’s head and for the first time but certainly far from the last, fell asleep to the sound of Porsche’s breathing, the scent of his hair, and the feel of his heartbeat.

The next night at family dinner, Kinn and Porsche arrived together and sat beside each other. Kim, who was sitting next to Porchay across from them raised an eyebrow, eyes catching on the obvious bruise on Porsche’s throat.

Kinn met his brother’s eyes, daring him to say anything.

For once, Kim wisely kept his mouth shut.