Moment of Glory (Kinn x Porsche) (KinnPorsche)

Chapter 8: Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

"Kinn..."

The breathless whisper of his name was one that Kinn wished he could tattoo across his forehead in order to look in the bathroom mirror to cherish it permanently.

Many, and he meant many, had attempted to call to him with seductiveness that was meant to topple him to his knees, none ever succeeded. Only Porsche Pachara Kittisawat. Kinn managed to coax the middle name after a harsh suck of his lips around that hard cock in his lips. The caramel fingers tangled in his head, keeping him in place and meant to be used as an orifice to pleasure the younger. It wasn't a bad place or position to be as he was still fully in control. Kinn was on his knees, belt buckle undone, pants unzipped, cock throbbing in the confines of his underwear like a leash to a hellhound that desired to be let free. His hands bruised the honey skin of those hips with fingertip indents, nail crescents as he hollowed his cheeks, puffed them after a swirl of his tongue came into play, and relished the whimper drawn by prideful lips.

"Ah Kinn~"

His eyes peeked up from his lashes to see how Porsche's abdomen quivered on his tongue's ministrations, contracting, and releasing, a workout that Kinn hoped to be able to partake in frequently. Their mad dash to Kinn's bedroom after they'd been driven back to the house, ignored Rhett's look of amusement at their scurry to be alone, left Kinn just diving hands first for the first piece of Porsche's clothing. The haphazard tug of the shirt up and off his body fluffed Porsche's hair adorably and he couldn't stop to admire the image as the cacao nibs for nipples were calling to him. Hungry, Kinn just swirled his tongue around each to moisten them before letting his tongue trace down a wet stripe to Porsche's naval, and nuzzle the package hidden from him in denim.

It took a lot of convincing from Porsche to get Kinn to remove his shirt equally, both shirtless now, still clad in their denim and boots, his scramble to undo Porsche's belt that kept the snug fitting jeans clasped to the trim waist, unzipped, and pushed the fabric down enough as he coaxed Porsche to the nearest wall. Which happened to be close to the bedroom door. A dip to his knees, Kinn was sated with the weight of Porsche in his mouth.

He could tell that Porsche wouldn't last long. The other was sensitive from his pre-show solo performance in the shower and Kinn almost wanted to punish him for not inviting him on stage. His palms slid from those hips to encircle to the mounds of flesh that was Porsche's ass, dug into the skin to pull the cheeks apart and pull Porsche harder. The slid of that long, lithe cock down his throat had Kinn groaning. Saliva dribbling off the side of his chin, jaw slacken, eyes narrowed.

"Nnn...you look so good sucking me like that..." Porsche remarked, praising this man's skill, and doing his best to ignore picturing Kinn doing the same to others before him. This moment was theirs. He tested the grip in Kinn's hair, noticed the mouth widening and his eyes widened in return, "K-Kinn...I can't come in your mouth!" Shaking his head vehemently, his toes curled inside of his boots, doing his best to stave from his orgasm, thighs shook from the effort.

Popping off with a slurp, Kinn rolled his eyes at the consideration, peppering the wet tip with kisses, not caring if looked like a maniac for adorning it with affection, Porsche's cock, body, ass, everything needed the same level of devotion. It's called consistency. "Why not, baby?"

"I just...I thought..."

"You thought it'd be one and done?"

Gulping at being called out, Porsche just bit his lower lip, nodding; they were puffy and bleeding a little from where Kinn had smashed their lips together in a rough manner, tongues and teeth meshing, it only made him disoriented and feverish. His body temperature elevated when Kinn was in the room, now having the man on him was too much. He'd need to take an ice bath or something after this to recuperate. The pink hue on his mouth from the kisses that he wanted more of. If he came, then Kinn came, it'd be over, right? He wanted to drag their first time out.