Tender gangster

As before

The fragile melancholy of recent weeks is increasingly imprinted on Kinn's face. Even his strong-willed chin is not being lifted up as imperiously as before. And circles under the eyes from an almost sleepless night spent — alas — not at all for love joys, only aggravate the overall picture.

As before.

For some reason, you've been going over these two words in your head for a long time. And, smiling one of your fox smiles, you realize how you're going to fix things. Of course, he hasn't stopped loving you. You don't think about that. But it wouldn't hurt to "remind" Kinn of something. He is tired. Definitely. To be responsible for the family business, even if shared with you, is exhausting. He needs to relax and cheer up at the same time. And let him at this moment, in addition to your affectionate hugs, be surrounded by things delightful to his soul, body and thoughts.

This morning you give some instructions, and then, arriving at the mansion of the main family, you do not go straight to his office or your bedroom. Half an hour later, Kinn finds you in the sauna, sitting in that very place. As before. The legs are spread wide apart, so that the snowy-white terry towel barely holds below the still strong and slender waist. Sweat flows down the golden sand-colored skin in ornate paths. You lick your heat-dried lips, offering intimate whispers:

"Would you like to join me?"

Kinn lets out a chuckle and unbuttons his jacket, putting his hands on the hips:

"Isn't it a little hot? I remember that last time someone fainted, landing very piquantly with his face on my cock."

Giggling, beckoning your beloved with your finger:

"Well, even if this happens again... now, why be shy? Moreover, from now on there are strong arms nearby that will always carry my unconscious body to a cool place."

Kinn looks back deeply and piercingly:

"As if it was different that time…"

The admiring mute question in your eyes remains hanging in the hot air without an answer. And a couple of minutes later, Kinn joins you in the same outfit. And you are, not without pleasure, watching the muscles play on his satin chest. He sits down at some distance from you. In this heat, sitting too close is another challenge. He closes his eyelids and spreads his arms out to the sides, so that your back still sticks to one of them.

"Maybe turn up the heat?" you wonder through a laugh, realizing that there are fractions of an extra degree left before your epic fall.

Without opening his eyes, Kinn touches your hair at the base of your neck, and then begins to tickle lightly your skin:

"No. I don't want to test the strength of your body."

"P-f-f, I'm much tougher and stronger now."

Without ceasing to caress you, he shrugs his shoulders:

"See for yourself. My job is to warn."

You turn your head and kiss Kinn's hot hand, which causes a completely childish smile to play on the lips of the latter. And this is one of those things that you madly love in your man: in a short period of time, he changes the image of a cold-blooded mafia from gangster movies to a hero from Disney cartoons. You can't help but remember the argument about where to go when your hands were shackled with one pair of handcuffs, and how you resolved it while playing rock-paper-scissors.

Still, you make the heat harder, and after a few minutes, as you predicted, strong arms carry you to the bedroom, where the air conditioner works at a comfortable temperature. You come to your senses pretty quickly, finding yourself in a cool silver-purple silk robe.

It seems that you are not the only one who liked the idea of nostalgia.

Dressed in the same light outfit, Kinn is waiting for you on the floor at a low table set for dinner. In the middle of it there stands a boiling hotpot, and around it there are suspiciously familiar noodles, cheese, sauces and vegetables.

"Join me."

You nod and sit down opposite with pleasure. There's no one here today but the two of you. Kinn drops squares of cheese into the hotpot and takes out the best pieces of pork for you himself. Then he adds noodles with melted cheese to the plates and, having picked up all this delicious business with chopsticks, you silently enjoy such a simple but cozy dinner for a while. It adds a special pleasure to how refreshed and relaxed Kinn looks. After that, you take a shower together, interrupting for kisses countless times. You slowly lather his whole body, wash off the thick foam with water, and then begin to wipe him thoroughly. When you get down on your knees to use the tip of the towel and dry between his toes, you hear Kinn swallow from above and say:

"Ever since Mom passed away, I... I didn't expect anyone to take care of me like this. Wiping my feet, taking care of my hair, or just... just hugging me when I really need it."

And you understand: he really needs the latter now.

You put the towel away, get up and wrap your arms around Kinn, pulling his head to your shoulder:

"Whenever it is necessary, I will be there. And you don't have to ask for it in words. But," here you raise your finger up and giggle, knowing how much Kinn loves your naive jokes, "if I can't get it - better to say in words."

Kinn exhales into the shoulder with a hollow laugh, and then leaves a gentle kiss on it. And you squeeze your arms tighter when Kinn joins his hands behind your back, and then raises them higher, one wrapping around your neck and pressing his face into your hair from the side.

Yes. Sometimes you both lack just such hugs - that bones are about to crack, the remnants of air are about to leave your lungs, and hearts are about to explode from all the feelings that overwhelm you. But as it always was before, the unrestrained fire is extinguished by the fragile tenderness that you, like everything else, share for two.