Strange Bedfellows [kinnporsche the series]

what to call him

Force of habit. Simple as that. To stand at the door and wait while Kinn made love to whoever held his current fancy. Big had been through it all. He’d witnessed all the phases, watched Kinn love Tawan and fall into the arms of nameless, faceless men in the name of heartbreak. He’d even been (un)lucky enough to witness the heartfelt catastrophe that was his relationship with Porsche.

Because Big knew his place. Kinn built walls and kept them up with strong defenses. Certainly strong enough to stave off any affection that Big could ever have felt for him.

“Aren’t you coming in?” Kinn asked when he arrived.

Big shook his head. “No, Sir,” he said.

Kinn frowned at him. “I thought you had the night off.”

“I do.”

“Did you receive an invite?”

“I did, but-”

“Then you’re supposed to be in there, not out here.”

Big wasn’t sure he understood what Kinn was trying to say. He’d received the package from Tankhun. So had Pol and Arm. But Big had just assumed that it was simple permission to be closer to the den. He’d been shocked when Pol and Arm had arrived and just waltzed right in.

“Come on,” Kinn said, placing a hand on Big’s waist as he ushered him through the doors and into the lavishly styled den that was wafting with alluring scents. “Take off your shoes.”

Big obeyed, focusing on the task. He was so so so very aware that Kinn’s hand was still on his waist. When he was done, Kinn unbuttoned Big’s jacket, slipping it off his shoulders.

“I can put it away, Khun-Kinn,” Big said as Kinn went to hang it.

“Why did you dress formally?” Kinn asked when he returned to Big, tugging at Big’s belt and pulling Big further into the den.

“I thought…” Big said. His mouth went dry as he heard the familiar moan of Porsche emanating from behind one of the curtains. “I thought I was working today, Khun-Kinn.”

“Here,” Kinn said, leading big through a set of curtains into a smaller space that had nothing but cream puffs on the soft carpet. “We can use this one.”

“Use it for wh-?” Big’s question evaporated from his lips the moment Kinn stepped away from him, pulling off his own shirt, laying his body bare for Big’s eyes to feast on. “Uh…” Big said, wetting his tongue, unable to look away at the perky, hardened nipples on Kinn’s chest. “Khun-Kin-”

“Keep calling me that and I won’t let you cum too soon, Big.”

Big pressed his lips together, trying to comprehend the words that had just escaped from Kinn’s lips. Because this was not happening. This was not happening. There was no way Big wasn’t asleep. Or unconscious in a ditch somewhere. Because this had to be a figment of his imagination.

“Come,” Kinn said and Big went. 

Kinn pushed him down onto the pillows as he knelt between Big’s legs, gently nudging them apart. He moved up, leaning over Big, as one hand held him up, while the other unbuckled Big’s belt. Big’s waist lifted in anticipation as his dick got harder from the realization that this was going to happen. Kinn was going to touch his dick. Kinn was going to fuck him. Kinn was going to make him cum.

“Khun-Kinn-”

“What did I say?” Kinn chided.

“I don’t know what to call you.”
Smiling down at him as he unzipped Big’s pants, Kinn kissed him on the neck. Soft, flittering kisses that burned against his skin. Big felt like he’d never been so alive. Opening up like a bud turning into a flower, his entire being spread, awaiting Kinn’s touch, awaiting whatever Kinn would afford him.

“You like that, don’t you?” Kinn asked with a smirk on his face.

“What…” Big said, breathlessly, reaching up to touch Kinn’s face as Kinn’s hands teased around the opening of his trousers. Promising his touch, but never quite touching. “What… what am I supposed to call you?”

“Call me Kinn,” he said, leaning down for another kiss. “You’re going to have to get comfortable with it because you’ll be saying it a lot tonight.”