Porsche is tipsy. Kinn can tell, the can of now empty beer sitting on the ground between them. Porsche is gicldly, the large grey sweater drowning his frame and it's when Porsche makes sweater paws, lips shaping a pout as he adjusts its sleeves, kinn melts. The boy is sitting in front of him, far away from the city glow and the rush and privy stares, still holding galaxies in his eyes and melody in his laugh. The boy who carries a special spot in his heart, who manages to knock him off his feet every time even at prepared moments; and kinn feels his heart clenching, but when Porsche looks up and offers him a small smile- just barely an upward movement of his lips, kinn realizes how it's nothing clifferent than how it was. It is mutual. The smile is private, accompanied by the softening of Porsche's
yes at corners and kinn is yet again made aware of the depth of his love. Brimming and barely containing. "Kinn?" The words fall hetween them. Said after minutes of longing glances, shared silence and cans of drinks. Kinn feels emotions soaking him, and he's overwhelmed. Being this close after so many days, alone and sitting here on the soil with a campfire just a few feet away. "You're so beautiful, Porsche" Spoken like a prayer, the silence of the night making them sacred. Just reserved for both of them. Deep feelings are etched in his hoarse voice and Porsche understands. He always coes, knows the inner turmoil, and was the first to experience it, suffer and endure it. He opens his arms and kinn moves swiftly to fall into them. A lot like home. A lot like Porsche. A lot like his. Kinn burrows himself in Porsche chest, gut clamping up "You always say that," Porsche says, voice shy. "And I mean it everytime." Kinn inhales the soft smell of Porsche's, cigarettes and sweat . "You know it." Porsche hums , his fingers carding through kinn's hair but they halt abruptly and suddenly kinn's being pushed back. Porsche levels him with a gaze, intense but nervous and kinn holds his breath in anticipation. "What if I don't know kinn? What if I don't want to just know?" Kinn exhales, fingers twitching from where they lay on Porsche's thighs. He watches Porsche avert his eyes with a rapid blinking of his lashes, mouth turning downwards. Kinn gives in to the itch, caves in, and brings his palms up to cup Porsche face. He ducks his head to catch Porsche eyes, feeling helpless at seeing Porsche like this. His precious. The person who is the first to patch up any broken shreds when they fall apart. The first one to make them fall in love with each other's new version. The first one to bare his feelings and insecurities for kinn to see. Kinn wants to be first in at least one thing. "You're special to me," kimm says firmly with a hint of softness. "Don't ever doubt that." "How special?" Kinn knows a challenge when he sees it, now brewing deep in those black doe eyes, mouth set in a flat line. Years of yearning flash in kinn's mind. Something always implied in their platonic love. And kinn craves to be selfish and seize the opening that Porsche is proposing So he rubs his thumb over Porsche's lips and slowly replaces his thumb with his lips. A small peck. Porsche shivers. "Always wanted to do that,"kinn exhales into the soft and warm skin, now blooming red under his touch. He presses his forehead against Porsche, their breaths mingling. "Only that?" Porsche asks, eyes blinking open to look at him. Kinn can only stare at the way his lips form the words. Pink and soft and inviting. Kinn has lost his sleep countless nights over them. Fantasizing over them. Of them soothing his worries by worshipping him. "No." It's all he can say at the fragile moment and then he's pressing his lips over Porsche, eyes fluttering shut when Porsche gasps in his mouth. It was supposed to be a gentle press but Porsche is tangling his fingers in his hair and bringing them impossibly closer and kinn reciprocates. He nibbles at Porsche lower lip, urging him to open so that his desire can be indulged and when Porsche parts his lips without hesitation, kinn dives in. He swipes his tongue inside Porsche mouth, tilting his face to dive deeper and when their tongues make contact, Porsche moans. It's thrilling and exciting and kinn feels weak. He never knew that kissing Porsche would feel like this. Jumping over a cliff except he's not afraid of the fall. The kiss is passionate, intimate and sweet. Born out of longing and desperation. They cling to each other, not afraid to mold themselves together, to seek deeper into their mouths. It is bruising even, hungry to finally get what they had wanted. Porsche whimpers and moans encourage kinn to continue until their lungs start burning and they have to move apart. Kinn feels satiated. More so when he takes in Porsche dishevelled appearance. Porsche face is red, lips slicked and bruised but his gaze holds the love that made kinn afraid at one point. So much affection directed toward him that kinn felt smothered. Never suffocated. Maybe that's why he was afraid. But not now. And not in the future. "I love you." Kinn confesses, bumping his nose against Porsche. The burden disappears. "I love you too," Porsche whispers back, lips wobbly. "Always have." "Always will," kinn completes. Swears. Porsche nods because he understands.
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