Tender gangster

Wait for your Prince, Little Mermaid

Wow!.." Kinn whistles, and his stifled laugh makes the blood rush to the cheeks despite the coolness of the evening garden.

"That's not fucking funny."

How your new master, in the person of his older brother Kinn, came up with the idea to dress up his bodyguards as Disney Princesses' outfits — you don't know. As well as the fact that others got the parts of Cinderella and Snow White, and you... hmm... Little Mermaid.

"Your slender legs just lack a fish tail. And luxurious red hair."

Oh yes. Sure. For himself, he chose the costume of Aladdin. I just wonder who got the role of Jasmine?

"Well, it suits you," Kinn laughs again, gargling with a sip of his favorite whiskey on the rocks.

The devil knows why, but this marsala-colored robe affects you... Oh, no... Now it's better to make him leave as soon as possible. Therefore — it is necessary to ignore any of his attempts to throw you off balance.

"Everyone is inside, and why are you here... alone?"

Ignoring plan is failed. Instead of going about his super-important affairs, Kinn approaches and sits on the edge of the pool. Right next to you.

"Hmm, Porsche?"

"What?" you are very incompetent at pretending to be deaf.

"I asked why you're sitting here alone."

"Your brother told me to."

"Really?"

"Yeah. That's what he said: and you sit on the shore and wait for your Prince, Little Mermaid."

Mutual laughter is heard. Let your words sound rather ambiguous. Meanwhile, the wind is rising, and the mermaid shells on your chest cover only your nipples. The wig makes your head itch, and the legs, squeezed by the tail, are pretty stiff.

Involuntarily you shiver from the cold. After draining the glass, Kinn puts it on the edge of the pool, and then holds out his hand to you:

"That's it. There's nothing to freeze here. With pneumonia, I don't think you'll be much use at my brother's crazy parties."

"Uhm…"

"What?"

"Well, I have, sort of this... tail."

"Ah, now," he nods.

Standing up, Kinn bends down again and —heart thumps to his knees — picks you up in his arms.

"You're crazy! Let me go! I'm heavy!.. " you squirm in his arms like a beautiful siren caught in a net, but Kinn just holds you tighter and starts walking. "Hey, where are you dragging me?!.."

Somewhere along the way, a wig falls off, and you soon find yourself on the edge of Kinn's bed.

"What the fuck are you up to, huh?!" you keep shouting, looking around fearfully: you can't crawl far with such ammunition.

Meanwhile, Kinn pulls out a bath towel, expensive boxers with a wide elastic band, shorts and a T-shirt. Putting all this in front of you, he nods, lifting his chin high out of habit:

"Go and take a shower. Then get dressed and go to your room. Don't worry about my brother— I'll take care of everything."

You look with apprehension at the generous gifts, then you laugh bitterly:

"Okay, I'll try to crawl now, thanks."

Kinn understands what's going on. Sitting down, he begins to take off your tail, to which you automatically slap his hands, belatedly blushing:

"Damn… I didn't want. Sorry. It's just that you... and I'm completely naked there... well... anyway, you get it, right?"

That imperious nod again. But he's not even trying to make a joke like "and what didn't I see there?". But you are grateful to him for the fact that he just turns away and gives you the opportunity to pull off the hateful outfit yourself and calmly retreat to the bathroom.

Trickles of warm water pleasantly caress the skin. You stand facing the wall, pressing your forehead against the wet tile. A few more minutes pass, as you begin to feel the touch of something warm and slippery on your back. Then these sensations begin to reverberate in the sides. You open your eyes and look back to face Kinn. His gaze is focused, as are the gentle movements of his palms soaping your body with shower gel.

It would be necessary to object. But who are you kidding? You are damn pleased with these exciting movements of your hands on even under the water covered with goosebumps skin. And his concern. You don't feel more vulnerable and more protected than under the influence of his fingers, his proximity, his breath. Again, you rest your gaze and forehead against the wall opposite, and Kinn's hands slide to the chest, trace the hardening nipples, then descend to the dimples under the waist and below. They stroke a strong ass a little more aggressively, the rib of one of the palms turns out to be between the buttocks, which makes you bend in the lower back by inertia, thereby giving Kinn more freedom, as if secretly telling him: you can do whatever you want with me.

When did you become so accommodating? Or is it only in his arms that you are like this?

With the tip of his index finger, Kinn penetrates deep, gently circling inside, as if opening your bud on a petal. A soft moan escapes from his lips. You're ashamed of yourself, but you're ready to swear that even if Kinn decides to enter you up to the hilt right now, you can't resist him. To him and your own desire to feel this man inside.

This has already happened. And there was your bewilderment, shame, anger — at yourself — and confusion in the morning. That's just after that night I couldn't forget his kisses and caresses, and those marks are still burning.

On your skin.

And on your heart.

Your boner has been pressed against your own stomach for a long time. And his honey-soaked tip slides along the bottom of your back. You're ready. Is Kinn about to add another finger or right away…

But you're wrong.

Abruptly turning you to him, Kinn covers your lips with his own and joins your flesh together with his palm, starting to bring both to the finish line. His tongue boldly explores the mouth, intertwining with your tongue, and the friction of your penises against each other in the ring of his nimble fingers creates the right frequency of frictions, so that in just a couple of minutes you finish with a difference of ten seconds.

Suffocating.

Kinn feels it. Therefore, he lets go of your mouth, pressing his lips to your neck.

His hand is still down. Squeezes out the last drops. Gives you and yourself time to catch your breath. Then he quickly lathers you both up. You — for the second time, paying especially careful attention to the breasts, pubis and thighs. Then he rinses you with water and wraps you in a towel. With an embarrassed smile, you take away one edge and try to wipe him off. Kinn shakes his head and impulsively hugs you, so that you nuzzle his shoulder and hear:

"Stay with me tonight. We'll just fall asleep next to each other and that's it."

Nodding. You'd think it would be easy to part with him now?

You fall asleep without clothes. But under the same blanket. Your head rests comfortably on his chest. And even drifting on the first waves of sleep, you will feel his palm gently stroking your wet hair, and his lips are now and then, quietly and gently, pressed against the cool forehead.