Moment of Glory (Kinn x Porsche) (KinnPorsche)

Chapter 6: Swaying Willow

All Porsche knew was that he needed to sit in the shower for a minimum of five business days and not get out again.

He fell back on his ass after seeing Kinn carry the hay bails like they were a pair of grapes, secretly wanted to receive the same treatment especially after Kinn told him he wanted to kiss him then didn't! Porsche was about to chase the man into the meadow and beat him down, push through his embarrassment when Kinn came out of the stable on the back of the dark brown stallion whose mane shone as well as the rider. Porsche had to visibly hold onto the wooden post for purchase.

His knees buckled at the way Kinn's thighs held onto the horse's back without a saddle, reins in his hands and not bothered by the creature's attempt to buck him off. Porsche watched the two basically ride off, swallowed at how cool Kinn looked doing so.

Kinn cycled through all the horses – Porsche witnessed all of it. He should've been slower in harvesting his share. It might have spared him physical torture. Such as his cock turned on and hard enough that he waddled back to his bedroom.

Ignoring Rhett's knowing look as the man sat in the living room, curled up with a good book, Porsche dipped into his bedroom to shower and cool himself down.

"How the hell does he look so effortlessly hot?!"

The scream echoed in the bathroom. Porsche stared at himself in the mirror to see his hair scattered where he'd tugged at it in panic. He closed his eyes and could picture Kinn's face proximity to his own, the banter, and the kiss comment. How could Kinn not follow through? A tease. A menace. A bane of his existence! Shaking his head, Porsche stripped, hustled into the shower, and let the spray immediately push his worries and dirt away. His bones worn down, muscles sore and tender, he wished he could have a massage.

Forehead pressed to the tiling as his hands went to lather soap into them, drifted down the expanse of his own body. Started at his neck, danced down sensually to caress his pert nipples, and tugged them as his lips parted to let out a little sound, "Ah..." down along his abdomen to cup his cock.

One hand on the girth, the other beneath to his sac; both pumping the slick liquid substance in an effort to jerk himself off as he pictured Kinn. The man crowding behind him like Thaksin had been, except the shivers that went down Porsche's spine were welcomed, and Kinn's mouth on his skin would make him come in an instant. Porsche's long fingers squeezed, flicked his wrist in time with a roll of his balls in the other, "Fuck..."

Kinn's hands would join in worshiping his form. Whispering promises of pure, unadulterated filth. Growling pledges of sinful pleasure that would leave Porsche tingling with each step, aching in agony at being empty, and walking with the limp of slut-like shame. How had the trigger of Kinn surprising him with a simple gesture of affection twist in Porsche's mind to being bent over every surface on the ranch, pounded into deliriously delicious oblivion by a hefty cock he'd stared at more than once in the tight denim with every haughty step Kinn took, until he was gagging for more.

"Nnngh..." Far gone, Porsche groaned in frustration that masturbating wasn't enough; he needed more.

Removing his hand from his balls, he looked around a moment as if being watched and seeing no one, Porsche lifted a foot to place atop the nearest shelf that still exposed him considerably. He took another pump of the body wash, tested its texture before reaching behind himself to tease the puckered hole that clenched. "Mmm. Too tight..." He closed his eyes, chest tight from the effort, it really had been a while for him.

Breathing in and out, Porsche brought back imaginary Kinn to play, pretending that the finger that massaged against his entrance to relax was Kinn's and not his own.

'Breathe slowly, baby. Relax for me. I'm big and I don't want to hurt you. I promise to make you feel me so deep inside you'll feel me in your throat if you're a good boy for me.'

The finger breached and he let out a keened moan, head tossed back from the penetration. It'd been a while since he fingered himself, he panted, "Oh. Fuck." Not able to stop, he pushed to the knuckle and pulled back, repeatedly. Another added only after a solid minute and his other hand trembled to continue stroking himself. The Kinn in his mind would pepper kisses to his heated skin as the digits sought the treasure.

'Need to find that place that makes you see the stars as bright as the ones outside...get you hooked on me...'

"Too late...Yes. Yessss. Just there..." Bearing down on the fingers, Porsche risked a third with the first two and the wide stretch made his cock twitch and leak pre-cum further. Wriggling them and his hips down, a joint effort in searching for the treasure, Porsche pushed and angled ever so slightly to the right, then wailed. "There! Nnngh!" The scissoring in his body coupled with the quick friction outside of it, front, and back, the double stimulation driving Porsche to the edge as his toes curled and he opened his eyes. He stared as dew drops of the water rippled down the tiles and it was how he felt. Started high, only to end up on the ground, a puddled mess of ecstasy.

'Moan my name, baby. Let me hear how good I make you feel.'

Even in his imagination, Kinn was an egotistical maniac and he loved it. "Kiiiiinn~! So good!"

The hallucination managed to pull Porsche's orgasm as it sprayed out of the tip that had been leaking like a leaky pipe, painted the white against blue tiling and washed away immediately by the water. He heaved as if he'd been running a marathon. The exertion left him more tired yet satisfied for now. Pulling his fingers out of his ass, the other off his cock, Porsche just sagged till his back was against the wall now and did his best to lock his knees.

He didn't hear when the door to his bedroom suite was locked and closed behind Kinn. The man had gone to bring Porsche a new batch of clothes from Gina, playing delivery boy when he'd heard that entire session with himself as an honorable mention! Or perhaps as masturbating material? Kinn salivated at the thought then remembered that he had to surprise Porsche first. He was a gentleman after all: wine, dine, then fuck?

Sounded like heaven.

He went to his room with that idea, showered quickly, and found his way in the den where Rhett was still reading his book.

"Oh, you're still awake?"

"Are you calling me old young man?"

"Just observant, sir. You went to bed around this time yesterday."

Rhett closed his book, shrugging his shoulders, "I go when I please. I didn't know I had to give an explanation to a brat like you." The elder man commented, hands folded in his lap and legs crossed. Those eyes were narrowed and Kinn couldn't help but smile in return. Somehow Rhett reminded him of Porsche, older, and the attitude never leaving him even in death.

Kinn gave a bow of his head in apology, "Sorry about that."

"Mmm. You do know manners."

"Born and practically drilled into me since I could talk."

Tilting his head, the man took in Kinn's appearance, a flannel red blouse with denim pants, boots on his feet that were a different style and more relaxed to go out, and the cowboy hat as he snickered, "I thought you didn't like them? You're not outside and it's on your head."

"Well sir it seems to be a part of my head for now. I can't fight it."

"Rhett."

"Huh?"

"Call me Rhett, Kinn. If you're going to be considered the heir to my fortune, we can be on friendly terms," Gathering to his feet, Rhett looked also ready to go out, dressed in boots, brand label jeans, long plaid shirt, and a leather jacket, strutting to the hat rank to pull a hat and hold it in his hands. "It's impossible to ignore the call of the cowboy hat and the cowboy that owns it." He smiled in a rekindling sort of way, fingertips brushing the hat's rim slowly before settling atop his graying hair and clearing his throat, "Tired out yet, Kinn?"

"I'm a little sore but I suppose that's normal? Might be the adrenaline and I'll feel it tomorrow," Kinn gave a thumbs up after observing the mini reflection episode Rhett had with that particular hat and nodded, "Good to go."

"Perfect. I know you've ridden horses; it's why I gave you the job of taking care of them. But have you ever ridden a bull~?"

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