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“You must be Kinn’s new husband. ‘Porsche’ is how it was announced, right? Like the car? A pleasure to make the acquaintance of the dragon tamer.”
Porsche didn’t know why but he instantaneously hated the voice.
He couldn’t put his finger on why the tone, the words, and perhaps the man that spoke to him just rubbed the wrong way. It definitely was one of those tightrope tests that Porsche had to just grin and bear it, cross to the other side lest he fall off and get into a fist fight with a random stranger at the most lavish, extravagant, unnecessarily over-the-top event of the century, blowing his and Kinn’s cover, all because this person irritated the hell out of him with their mouth.
It wouldn’t be the first time Porsche’s temper flared tonight nor would it be the last; however, the mission depended on his complacency and demure personality to stun quietly on his own since Kinn abandoned him almost immediately to greet and mingle with his ‘people’ . Porsche tried to not let dark thoughts loom cloud his mind that Kinn actually thought that Porsche was beneath him with the simple aesthetic of the posh, rich, and ignorant but it was a trickle of insecurity that came whenever he was around Kinn that undid him sometimes.
Both of them agreed it was the best option to spread out and survey on their own before regrouping with their findings but these sort of soirees were never Porsche’s forte.
Being completely out of his depth made Porsche edgy and temperamental.
‘If someone comes to talk to you that sounds arrogant or obnoxious, pretend that you’re talking to me. Just tell them off, nicely if you can. Come on Porsche, take deep breaths. Center yourself. You’ve got this partner. Stop selling yourself short you dumbass.’ Porsche’s inner voice that sounded irritatingly like Kinn’s filtered into his mind and made Porsche roll his eyes.
“Of course he’d be in my head…” Porsche mumbled under his breath.
“I beg your pardon?”
Porsche realized this person was not going away and ignoring was not an option. His hand caught a champagne flute from a wandering waiter’s tray to hold onto casually with his hand with the wedding band, turned to fully glance at the person who approached him, and flashed a casual smile. “I’m sorry. Were you speaking to me? I get so zoned into the music sometimes that I just transport to the opera sometimes.”
He inwardly winced. The opera? Really? While it definitely sounded posh, Porsche wouldn’t know the first thing about classical music or instruments much less appreciate it properly.
“Oh I completely understand,” The man patted his own chest casually. “It’s appreciating the aesthetic and living in the moment. Right?”
Porsche smiled firmly as he nodded, “Exactly. That’s exactly what I was referring to.”
“No wonder Kinn took a shine to you,” An exaggerated sigh of sadness was heaved next and the man’s lower lip pouted. “I thought he’d love me forever and somehow he’s readily moved on to the next classy man in line.” Eyes dragged along Porsche’s form casually and the pout immediately shifted into a smirk. “He’s always had an eclectic taste though. Always tasting the flavor of the week to see which one became his favorite.”
“I hope you’re referring to yourself when speaking about eclectic,” Porsche sipped his champagne. “Because my husband has amazing taste. He doesn’t do variety when he enjoys the comfort of one. Namely me.” He spoke readily. “I’m also not new, I’m the first, the only and the original.”
“Oh I didn’t mean to offend, please don’t take me the wrong way. I’m Tawan. Hotel heir and Kinn’s ex-fiance. The one he probably told everyone within earshot was dead to cover up our fall out,” Tawan spoke flippantly. “I thought I had wrangled him after being together for two years then suddenly we broke up and I found myself outcast from our circles. Can you imagine? I thought he was just bored being a former playboy when he settled down with me but once a playboy, always a playboy.” The man pretended to sigh. “Can’t blame him. The man is beautiful. Hard to keep to just one person.”
Porsche didn’t bother to respond to the obvious verbal baiting from Tawan. ‘And I thought I was obsessed with my ex-partner. This dude is another level of deluded.’ He hummed calmly like one would in passing acknowledgement without taking in anything that was said. “Mhm.”
Tawan’s brow rose as he straightened out, champagne flute up in his hand as his gaze dragged along the lines of the suit Porsche wore, “White is a choice. Kinn hates white. He says that the lack of color is the lack of a soul.” He saw Porsche just stand close by. How long have the two of you been together?” He lifted his own cup of whiskey to take a long sip.
Taking a small inhale through his nostrils, Porsche exhaled into a lazy yet amused grin, “Has anyone ever mentioned to you that you talk too much?” It was obvious this man only wanted to goad him but Porsche wouldn’t give Tawan the pleasure. Though he mentally vowed to drag Kinn by the scruff of his neck to a corner to berate the man, privately, for lying about an ex that was clearly alive. “Especially when it’s obvious I’m not listening? I wasn’t hiding it. It’s rude to be dishonest.”
Tawan choked on the blatant question. Some of the whiskey dribbled out the corners of his lips, he wiped with his other hand and stared in disbelief at this man, “Excuse me?”
“Seems you’re asking to be excused and pardoned and I’m in a generous mood so I’ll excuse and pardon you,” Porsche’s smile broadened. “Kinn showed me to always be kind to the less fortunate.”
“Less fortunate? Did you not hear who I said I was? I’ve never even heard of you before you sauntered in here on Kinn’s arm. A classless nobody. You’re the charity case he must’ve picked up in an alleyway and you slithered your way into his arms.”
Porsche rolled his eyes, “You’re making accusations that Kinn marries nobodies.” His eyes stared boredly into Tawan’s and gave him the look over with a snort. “That’s what would have happened if he’d stayed with you. Thank goodness for his blindness clearing up. It would’ve been a pity for him to be stuck in that cage.”
Tawan’s face flared red as it seemed that he was unable to successfully drag Porsche into an argument. “I won’t stand here and be insulted. I will sue for defamation and I --”
Porsche clicked his tongue, “-- Are very needy of attention but unfortunately I don’t have time to entertain you further.” His expression shifted into a downcast. “I need to find Kinn before he has a fit and thinks I ran off on him. He’s a bit of a clingy kitten.” Another choking sound from Tawan and Porsche was inwardly giddy. “Enjoy the party.” A quick wave and swivel, Porsche was aiming to put as much distance between himself and the prick as humanly possible; however, it seemed that would not be in the cards as Tawan anticipated his move and blocked Porsche’s exit from the hostile situation.
“I didn’t say we were finished, Porsche.”
Opening his mouth to respond, Porsche felt a hand settle against his lower back, snaking around his waist to plaster to his side and tug him securely against a sturdy, warm body beside him that made his mouth close calmly when realizing who it was. “Hmm.”
“I’ll have to disagree, Tawan. You’re done harassing my husband. Are you still bitter about our engagement being broken off?” Kinn commented to the man confronting Porsche. His fingers held steadfast to his cup of whiskey, specifically requested, and lifted to take a hardy gulp as he waited for a response. His hand rubbed against Porsche’s side in a show of tender comfort, “We were through the moment I found out you were screwing my cousin.”
“So slutty. That’s not a good look in polite society,” Porsche gasped at the man. Obviously he truly had no idea about Kinn’s past relationship nor Kinn knowing about Porsche’s ex-partner, it was a mutually muted topic of conversation about exes that they agreed had nothing to do with the mission but seeing Tawan in person definitely left Porsche with questions and the promised tongue lashing about the living ghost.
Porsche glanced at Kinn for his reaction at this reunion. His eyes read Kinn’s face lines to see the slight tension in Kinn’s jaw, the narrow shift of onyx eyes, and the furrowed brow in frustration. Porsche could see that Tawan still got under Kinn’s skin and he supposed if they had been together for two years, a burned love could hurt forever, it gave Porsche a moment to reflect on his messy hang up.
“I do have some dignity to know when to break up with a messy person like you.” Kinn continued with indifference to Tawan sputtering to talk to him. “Also you can clearly see…” He motioned to himself and Porsche. “We look amazing in white. Don’t speak for me.”
Of all the people, of all the days, of all the times, Kinn wanted to truly have the Earth open a hole and swallow him into the ground. Tawan was the least person he expected at the party, much less in front of him and Porsche during the most important mission in their lives. Tawan never knew about his intentions to get out of the mafia game much less going into investigative work but having his ex-fiance in front of him was drawing attention to them, attention that Kinn didn’t want, and he was trying to think of ways to get the man away from them, promptly.
“Kinn. I. We. You didn’t even let me explain what happened that night!” Tawan’s gaze turned desperately to Kinn now that the man of the hour joined them. His hand reached towards Kinn to grab for him in the hopes of gaining sympathy from Kinn. “It was a mistake!”
Kinn glowered and glared. He was about to step back then blinked when another hand came to play interference.
Porsche promptly mediated, smacked the hand roughly and pressed his own open palm against Kinn’s bare chest since Kinn’s shirt was unbuttoned. His fingers spread out with the wedding ring on display as he tilted his head to Tawan in disbelief, “Don’t touch. Unfortunately clawing out your eyes to stop staring is a crime so I’ll resist but your mistake is thinking I’d let you touch Kinn. Not on my watch you prick.”
“He isn’t yours. He was mine!”
The shout drew more eyes to the trio and Porsche maneuvered to stand directly in front of him, nudging the taller man behind him, chest puffed out with his hands on his hips. “Listen to me and listen good you deaf asshole. Kinn is married to me. Only to me. I don’t care if you think you’re better than me. I only care that you hurt him and that’s not worth the dirt on the ground. At least dirt can be useful and I’ve never met a more useless person in my life.” Porsche scoffed. “Mister ‘Heir of a Hotel that I didn’t work for or earned on my own merit’ is nothing but a sniveling worm.”
Kinn’s gaze was glued to Porsche as he listened and unconsciously smiled.
“So do me, Kinn, and the rest of this party a favor and leave? You came through a door, you can make your way back through it and actually LET it hit you on the way out,” Porsche waved his hands in unison. “Besides, this is a couples’ only party. Seeing as you’re alone, I think breaking in to make a scene without being invited isn't allowed.”
“You’re correct Khun Porsche. Absolutely correct.”
Porsche and Kinn glanced to see a woman, decked in an entirely gold themed ensemble, appear beside them when the commotion happened and look miffed.
“As the hostess of this party, I’ll have to insist that party-crashers be removed immediately,” Laida Kham commented to Tawan. She watched as two burly guards each grabbed an arm from the man to hoist him well off his feet to escort him off the premises. “Remove the trash and inform his father that we’re effectively ending our business with them.”
Tawan realized his outburst cost more than just himself being escorted out but also his father’s contract with the Kham family and that was practically a death sentence. He paled at the repercussions he’d face when he went home. “Just kill me, why don’t you?!”
Laida rolled her eyes as Tawan was dragged off kicking before she clapped her hands together and bowed her head in apology. “Khun Kinn. Khun Porsche. My sincerest apologies for the mess. I didn’t expect he’d have a meltdown like that, much less with the return of the prodigal son to the circuit.” Her eyes glanced at Kinn casually. “I’m honored you came.”
Kinn hummed at seeing the way that Tawan was handled, listened to Laida lightly and cleared his throat, “The honor is ours. I was planning on how to present myself again and this was a good opportunity.” He took her hand to kiss the back of it politely. “I trust no further introductions are needed?”
The woman shook her head firmly, “Absolutely not.” She noticed others were still glancing at them and she waved her perfectly manicured hand, “Shoo.” The quick turns showed her power as she smiled at Kinn and Porsche. “I’d introduce you to my wife but seems to have floated away to mingle with our guests.”
“Mine did as soon as we arrived,” Porsche chimed in as Kinn’s brow raised. “They really are like pups that need to be leashed from time to time huh? They get too excited in public but get themselves into trouble.”
“Very true. Beautiful people have a tendency to stray if we don’t keep an eye on them,” Laida sighed dramatically. “The same could be said of you though Khun Porsche.”
Porsche shook his head, “I immediately went to the food table to sample the delights and he went to say hello on our behalf.” He teased the woman and smiled casually to Kinn. “Right darling?”
“If I recall, you were the one in trouble a second ago, Porsche.” Kinn responded with a scoff. “Not me. I came to see what the commotion was. A good pup while you were being a hissing kitten.”
Porsche tilted his head to Kinn with an innocent gaze, “Whose ex was it? Whose honor was I defending? Huh?”
Kinn snapped his mouth shut and glanced off, placated.
Porsche, drunk on the power, dragged his hand from Kinn’s chest to pinch the man’s chin between his fingers to pull the other’s face to look at him again, and hummed, “Good pup he says … too much trouble I say.”
“You love it though baby.”
“I think you’re overestimating yourself, Kinn.” Porsche’s thumb rubbed against Kinn’s lower lip, eyes lidded as if something else was controlling him at the moment. The desire to claim this playboy in front of others in the room to stop this incident from happening again was growing in Porsche but he also knew it was his own jealousy at play.
“Am I? Doubt it since you married me.”
The way Tawan talked about Kinn’s escapades and conquests and it pissed him off further to see Kinn’s smug face. He whispered, “I hate you.”
Kinn smirked at Porsche’s display of asserting power over him. His hands immediately glued themselves to the younger’s hips to pull Porsche’s body flush against his own, both of them faced one another and his eyes danced around Porsche’s for a sign or signal to stop. “No you don’t.” Not seeing any sign of protest, Kinn pushed past the long fingers on his chin to press his lips firmly to Porsche’s in a kiss that sparked something in his very core.
The sweet taste of champagne that had been on the younger’s lips mingled the harsher whiskey scent from Kinn transferred to one another as Kinn coaxed Porsche into a deeper kiss that had their heads tilted to push unspoken thoughts onto one another through their connection. Their limbs tightly wound around one another, the world disappeared around them.
It wasn’t Porsche’s intention to tangle his hand into Kinn’s hair nor was it to allow the man to devour his mouth in very public display of affection, in front of their target, during their mission; however, the part of him that was the envy monster was sated by it all the same.
A small murmur that escaped Porsche’s throat sounded like a moan that Kinn swallowed greedily and echoed with a viper grip on Porsche’s hips to maintain this lasting kiss. Their lips attached like magnets.
Kinn knew that he pressed his luck with kissing Porsche suddenly, boldly, and that a punch was in his very near future but he was a gambling man and a chess player. He knew how to make the appropriate bets and when to quit while he was ahead. The coy way that Porsche tantalized him closer by the grip to his chin and the lidded glance, it was seduction 101 and Kinn was a sucker for the classics.
Especially since it was from a man that he harbored a flame for.
He would’ve been a fool not to take the chance.
After what seemed an eternity, saliva exchanged, faces hot for multiple reasons, Kinn snuck a glance to see that Laida had not left their side and he swallowed down the embarrassment to address her, “Miss Kham.”
“Oh I could’ve watched that go on forever,” Laida giggled while fanning herself. “It’s obvious to anyone with eyes you two love each other. It’s nice to see passion never dies and you’re comfortable expressing it here.”
Porsche raised an eyebrow, “Expressing it here?”
“Yes, yes. You see my wife is from a very conservative country and she was unable to be free to express herself. She moved here and obviously we connected very well in school that we’re married now. I wanted to throw this party to honor all sorts of couples and the freedom to love.” Laida clasped her hands together with a wide grin on her face that held sincerity. “It’s why I’m happy to see even the great Kinn Theerapanyakul make it with his gorgeous husband. A real treat for the eyes!” She heard her name in the distance and looked apologetic. “I need to go but if there’s anything I can do for either of you, don’t hesitate.”
“Thank you Miss Kham.” Kinn nodded.
“Yes thank you.” Porsche smiled as well.
“Please just call me Laida, you two. We’ll have to have a double date dinner one night. On me of course!” She smiled back widely. “Tata for now!”
“She seemed way nicer than her profile mentioned,” Kinn murmured under his breath. Only Porsche heard from their proximity. His need to remove his hands from Porsche’s body definitely wasn’t urgent and he brushed his thumbs against the soft fabric of the other’s suit.
Porsche waited for Laida to be out of earshot before he used his grip on Kinn’s hair to pull the man so they were pressed, nose to nose, and he whispered, “Green Room bathroom. Now.”
He peeled himself from Kinn’s grip to head towards the bathroom they’d designated as their ‘safe room’ meet up spot since they reviewed the blueprints of the Kham mansion and every other room had guards, cameras, or both. It would have been impossible to sneak in together without having their conversations overheard or themselves caught.
Kinn smirked when Porsche told him to meet in the Green Room bathroom.
He had been the one to tell Porsche that there were tons of guards and cameras when in truth most of the staff was close to the party hallway. Kinn was just a little shit that wanted an excuse to be confined in a small space with his bratty partner.
“Coming dear.”
*~*~*
“Kinn. We need to rethink how we approach this mission. Laida Kham doesn’t seem as diabolical as the rest of the family. This is her party, I’d feel like a complete asshole.”
Kinn sat on the toilet as Porsche paced, or tried to, in the small room in a circle with his hands behind his back. His brow rose as he shook his head, “You can’t fall for that Porsche.”
Porsche stopped to look at Kinn, “What’re you talking about?”
“Laida’s a viper just like the rest of them. Her being kind and worried about some political agenda is a cover for how she really is. This party is about her, her family, and showing the power that they have.” Kinn frowned. “Period. I don’t want you to think otherwise just because she came to check on us and feigned concern about how Tawan was behaving.”
“You’re being very paranoid.” Porsche shook his head. “Just because all the apples are rotten from one tree doesn’t mean there isn’t one that grows well.”
Kinn adamantly shook his head, “No. Just trust me. She’s bad news. We need to get her and the rest of the family behind bars.” He tapped his temple. “Remember her file? Torture? Prostitution? Forced labor? Her little act shouldn’t distract you.”
Porsche shook his head, “I mean the information could be unfounded and it is just her brothers’ doing everything? We can’t automatically assume.”
“I know all too well how master manipulators think and operate.” Kinn frowned. “I lived with one most of my life. It’s hard to recognize the signs but it’s there.”
“You just seem too confident in your intel, Kinn.”
“Porsche. I’m serious.” The man ran a hand through his hair as he sighed at the next statement, “I’m going to give you a very quick lesson about my background,” Kinn cleared his throat to begin. “You see I’m--”
Putting up a hand, Porsche replied, “--You’re the second son of Korn Theerapanyakul, mafia boss of Thailand and the head of the main family. Why there are two families I’ll never understand but that seems like a logistical nightmare. If he shacked up with your fiance, that explains a lot about how well you two got along.” He shrugged his shoulders and dropped his hand to Kinn’s surprised face. “Kinn. I’m still an operative of the Unknown. I’ve no doubt you dug up on me to know about my ex-partner fiasco and I’m sure as hell too paranoid to shack up with a new partner without thoroughly checking him out.”
“...Shack up and check out in what way?”
“Oh my fucking god! Is that all you got from what I just said?” Porsche didn’t know if he wanted to scream, cry, or smack Kinn. He might do all three if he hadn’t just been making out with the fucker two minutes ago. It was difficult to remain composed after his tongue danced with Kinn’s.
“That was the only important part,” Kinn shrugged firmly. “I did say I was going to use my own past to make a reappearance tonight, I didn’t hide too much about who I was. I didn’t have my record sealed either when I joined. It was important to be transparent.”
Porsche leaned against the sink, arms crossed and brow raised, “Why would you do that? Everyone would criticize the hell out of you. Call you a hypocrite because you were born into a crime syndicate and now you want to be Bruce Wayne and vigilante mode everything.”
Kinn stood up from the toilet, patted his hands on his trousers, stepped forward directly into Porsche’s space to settle his palms against either side of the younger man to grip the sink and tilt his head calmly, “Do you think I’m a hypocrite?”
“For trying to escape a shitty lifestyle? No. For pretending your fiance was dead to sympathize with me? Yes. That was a low move, Kinn.”
“I admit. Bad move on my part. But I wanted to forget Tawan existed to be honest,” Kinn’s shoulders sagged, head dipped to stare at Porsche’s tie intensely. “I wish he was dead. Sue me. He hurt me very badly … but I couldn’t kill him after everything that happened.” Kinn laughed deprecatingly at himself. “Imagine? The heir apparent to the mafia gets cheated on, can’t pull the trigger and quietly dips out of the lifestyle like a coward? I’m a walking oxymoron … or just a lovestruck moron. It was humiliating to admit all of that to you. Especially because you seem intent on getting rid of me. I figured I could just sympathize with the dead ex. I’m sorry.”
Porsche’s other brow rose as he listened to Kinn’s explanation. Uncrossing his arms, Porsche’s body had a mind of its own as his hands framed Kinn’s face gently, steadily held the gaze of those black irises that held a lot of fire and emotion behind them, “You don’t have to let a ghost control you.” He echoed the words Kinn said to him once. “I openly criticize you Kinn. That’s what partners do.”
“Yes. I guess that’s true.”
“But I also admit when you have some decent ideas,” Porsche’s eyes rolled as his fingers brushed back the single strand of hair that got into Kinn’s face, tucked it back into its gel prison as best he could and sighed. “Tawan’s an idiot and I hope he dies too. He’s a dumb fucker with a loud mouth that needed his teeth punched in.” Porsche grumbled. “I’m not nice when people mess with my people.” He ignored Kinn’s smug face and deadpanned. “Does that make me an oxymoron for being an investigator while wishing death on a citizen?”
Kinn laughed at Porsche’s question, feeling more at ease as his hands left the sink to settle readily against the lithe waist that he was enthralled to have permission to hold onto. “No. I think that makes you fucking adorable.”
Porsche snorted, “Don’t get cute. This … whatever this is between us right now …doesn’t last past midnight, Cinderella.” The younger man shifted his hands to nestle his arms around Kinn’s shoulders gingerly, one set of fingers massaging the back of Kinn’s neck as if to pull him into another kiss fest yet resisted. Ironically, this was a comfortable position for Porsche. “It’s a fevered dream. Enjoy it while the mission lasts.”
His back against the bathroom sink, Kinn’s entire front attached to his own, toe to chest, and Porsche swore he could hear Kinn’s heartbeat echoing the hammering of his own heart in the small space.
“Why is that?” Kinn murmured. He knew they’d deviated from the topic of Laida but he felt that if he didn’t address the elephant in the room then he’d live with uncertainty. “I mean we don’t have to actually be married but if you give us a chance--”
“I’ve been down this road, burned by this road, and I want to forget this road,” Porsche sighed as his fingernails dug into Kinn’s nape to pull his partner into a haphazard hug. He felt Kinn immediately reciprocate the embrace as Kinn’s arms became his personal belt. His nose buried itself into Kinn’s nape to intoxicate himself with Kinn’s scent. “I said from day one that I didn’t want partners and that you were dangerous for me.”
Kinn chuckled as he felt that nose in his neck and moved his lips to press themselves to Porsche’s forehead. The scene was docile and domestic. “I never hid my attraction to you.”
“Attraction can only take us so far,” Porsche leaned back to stare into Kinn’s eyes seriously. The past two weeks they’d spent together had been a blur. The way that Kinn carved himself into Porsche’s space, without a care to Porsche’s plight, and decided to claim a small part of Porsche that broke through the wall of hesitation to go further than they have. He shifted his head to press their lips together to speak his thoughts, “We’d burn out faster than Icarus in the sun.”
“You don’t know that Porsche,” Kinn spoke against plush lips he’d bitten, kissed, and desperately wanted to repeat those actions. His loop around Porsche’s waist was anchored as he stepped to press his leg between Porsche’s slightly spread ones and his eyes darkened. “You’re just living in fear of the unknown.”
Porsche peeked out his tongue to trace the line of Kinn’s lips like a special lipstick branded ‘Simply Porsche’ and leaned back when he felt a resounding problem in Kinn’s trousers rut against his thigh. He wasn’t disgusted or bothered, quite the contrary, he was delighted that a man of Kinn’s calibre and past experience in the sex department found him, a novice, hot enough to be turned on by simple words and barely there kisses. He tilted his head. “If I give you a small taste, will you be able to make it the rest of the evening?”
Kinn raised an eyebrow in amusement and then the other brow in surprise, “Just because you drive me insane and make me want to flip you over the nearest hard surface to fuck you silly does not mean I can’t be a proper gentleman.” He felt Porsche shift his thigh purposely against his bulge and he swallowed a groan. “It’s not my fault. You were being so sexy defending me and I thought you really wanted nothing to do with me. Being my hero is practically a come-on. It gave me a small sliver of hope, Porsche. I want to take that sliver and hide it in a jar.”
“You’ll suffocate it,” Porsche clicked his tongue. His fingers danced to tangle in the threads of Kinn’s slicked back hair, gripping the silky strands tightly to pull his partner’s mouth back against his own to bite the bottom lip with a growl. “What am I supposed to do with a guy like you?”
“A husband like me you mean? I’m going to milk that title all fucking night.” Kinn ignored Porsche’s eye roll and smirked. “Well I can think of several things…” He saw Porsche stare sternly and sighed as he licked his bruised bottom lip. “I’m not too good of a man to deny your offer if it’s on the table. That’s giving me too much credit.”
Porsche smirked slowly at Kinn’s admission. Having this much power over anyone was a trip and admittedly it was sexy to see Kinn also yearn for him so much he’d yield control. The earlier quip of fucking him against a hard surface hadn’t escaped Porsche’s notice but he figured if they looked like the disheveled couple to the rest of the world, it’d help their cover and perhaps get Kinn out of Porsche’s system.
If after tonight Kinn was no longer his partner … Porsche had nothing to lose to take a leap of faith into the arms of a man who could burn the entirety of Thailand and still look adorable doing it. The asshole.
Porsche rotated them to pinn Kinn against the sink this time, his eyes flashed dangerously as he slid down the span of Kinn’s body to settle on his knees and gripped the taller’s hips as he opened his mouth to wrap his lips against the bulge covered by the white trousers. He drank Kinn’s strangled groan greedily and looked up like a fiend, “Hang on darling.”
*~*~*
Kinn could not concentrate the entire rest of the evening.
What should have taken the edge off his delicate situation in the bathroom only made his mind unravel twenty times worse. He had no mind to be present at the Kham celebration in the slightest. His gaze lingered solely on one man.
Porsche Kittisawat. The soul sucker.
His eyes moved to Porsche for the fourth time in ten minutes as he watched Porsche scoop some rice into his mouth, a grain lingered on the corner of the gorgeous creature’s mouth, and the pink tongue that took Kinn to the heights of Mount Everest in the small confines of the Green Room bathroom peeked out to catch the grain and chew on it casually.
Sensing he was being stared at, Porsche turned his head to the man seated beside him with a smirk, “Are you not hungry dear?” He licked his slightly swollen lips to glisten them and the smirk contorted into a wicked grin at Kinn’s careful study of Porsche’s every move. “Kinn.”
Kinn’s mind only flashed back to the bathroom.
Porsche’s mouth that stretched around his cock till the corners disappeared. Porsche’s fingernails that dug crescent-shaped divots into Kinn’s pale hips as he pinned Kinn firmly against the cold surface of the bathroom sink. Porsche’s throat that accommodated him as the younger man swallowed Kinn down into a searing, wet heat that only drove Kinn to the brink of oblivion without a second to process what was happening.
No mercy. No pause.
When Kinn felt the urge build up inside, Porsche had pulled off to finish Kinn with a firm hand wrapped around his sensitive cock, pumping and coaxing Kinn to completion with the same lips pressed to Kinn’s ear with words of encouragement.
Kinn swore that he’d never climaxed so much until that moment in his life.
Now Porsche had the audacity to behave as saintly as they come, doe-like expressions to the rest of the table while Kinn fidgeted from the taunting replay reel of the phenomenal blowjob behind his eyelids every time he blinked.
“Is he displeased with the meal Porsche?” Laida spoke as she sat across from the pair. Her expression was one of concern. “He hasn’t even touched it.”
Porsche waved his hand, “He just wants to be babied. Don’t mind him.” With fork in hand, Porsche scooped some pre-cut steak and rice, cupped his palm underneath as he offered it to Kinn with an innocent expression. “Here you go darling.”
Kinn’s eyes narrowed at the patronizing action but opened his mouth regardless because he truly could not fathom functioning as a proper human being after what he experienced.
“See?” Porsche laughed as he patted Kinn’s cheek in approval, brushed his thumb against the other’s lips and heard snickering from a nearby table. His head leaned to glance over a shoulder at some older men who were muttering words like ‘whipped’ , ‘beaten’ , ‘weak’ , and Porsche spoke out loud. “He’s adorable. It’s amazing that he lets me take care of him like this. He’s a strong, powerful man who doesn’t need anyone to baby him but he knows that I love to do it.” Porsche put a hand to his chest. “A lesser, more insecure man would probably hate it, but he loves it. Right darling?”
Chewing the food in his mouth, Kinn nodded firmly to Porsche as he lifted his arm to wrap it around Porsche’s shoulders to tug the other’s seat closer to his own and smirk, “Of course. Who wouldn’t want someone to love and care for them? Sounds like a pathetic and miserable existence. I make merit every day for you.” Kinn pressed a set of kisses to Porsche’s neck, smirked at the goosebumps and trembles he felt beneath his lips, and peeked to the men with a dark edge to his gaze. “Should I be merciful and help them end such a pitiful life?”
The men immediately turned around to go back to eating and chatting amongst themselves.
Porsche put a hand on Kinn’s thigh under the table to calm down, signaling with his eyes over to Laida, “They don’t deserve such a favor. Let them be miserable for a long time.” He spoke loudly.
Laida smiled at them with a glint in her eyes, “I knew the moment I saw you two cross the threshold into my party that you were both the IT couple. Powerful, ruthless.” She clapped her hands delightedly. “You see I haven’t been able to make a lot of friends since we moved here from Laos and my circles always just want money or some sort of favor.” Her eyes rolled. “I’d love for you to join me and my wife another night.”
Kinn glanced at Laida’s right hand side to see Laida’s wife, Shu-Fen Kham, nod quietly to the double-date. He sat back with his hand on his drink, mouth open as he watched Porsche scoop more food to feed Kinn from the corner of his eyes, and took the bite with an exaggerated groan of delight, “The food is delicious. Thank you Laida.”
The woman grinned, “Imported meat from Korea will always taste the most amazing. I’ve found that most imported things taste the best.” Laida reached to pinch Shu-Fen’s cheek, “Right my love?”
“Yes Lai.” Shu-Fen bowed her head to Laida. “May I be excused?”
Laida hummed, “Go on. Don’t stray too far dear. You might get kidnapped from under my nose by how beautiful you are.” She watched Shu-Fen get up, leaned over to pinch the woman’s ass, and peeked to the married men in front of her. “It’s good to keep the marriage fresh right?”
Porsche observed the tense way Shu-Fen walked away from Laida, raised an eyebrow at the entire interaction and was surprised. He nor Kinn had a lot of information about Shu-Fen Kham other than the woman being a Chinese native who came to study photography in Thailand when she crossed paths with Laida Kham. He tucked that information to investigate later as he smiled to Laida, “It’s a great party. Thank you for inviting us. I thought your family would be here?”
Clicking her tongue, Laida waved Kinn and Porsche to lean closer as she whispered to them, “I’ll tell you two a secret because I like you. I am the family.” She laughed maniacally as if she made the biggest joke of the century.
Kinn blinked calmly, not letting on his confusion, and laughed a bit with Laida, “I don’t understand?”
“Ah well. You know how it can be Kinn,” Laida grabbed a napkin from the table to start twirling the paper in her hands. “One moment you’re the Queen of the family, running a tight ship because you’re the true heir and the next moment your senile father wants to give reins to a half-sibling just because he’s a man and suddenly became of age.” The woman popped her lips as she leaned her elbows on the table, hands underneath her chin, painted lips pulled into a wide neurotic smile, “Choices had to be made. No one ever knows how to make them except me.”
Porsche looked around as well to see that the party was filled with couples, as requested on the invitation, but the notorious Kham family was indeed absent. He and Kinn were prepared to get them and take them all in for questioning about the Kham crimes but figured they were fashionably late or unable to come. The fact the woman was making insinuations about something more sinister made the hair on Porsche’s neck stand up. His fingers squeezed tighter around Kinn’s thigh as a signal that they needed to rethink this strategy.
Laida Kham was clearly deranged.
But a person that was unstable AND influential with both financial means and fire power, as displayed with the plethora of security guards that were armed to the teeth who made the Thai Army look like little children with water guns, and made for a disastrous combo without the right back-up or plan. Porsche had flashbacks of the bus incident where Kinn had stepped in to handle the situation before the bus hijacker took casualties with him.
“I understand how that is. Completely.” Kinn responded promptly. His own posture relaxed but Kinn’s fingers curled themselves into the fabric of Porsche’s suit on the man’s shoulder. Any inkling of flames of desire that lapped at him before was hit with the ice front that was Laida Kham’s description of possibly committing the worst kind of atrocities.
No mistake that Kinn hated his father; however, the thought to kill the man never crossed his mind. He hoped the old man would choke on his whiskey and cigar combo and croak on his own without Kinn having to stain his hands. Again, not the best of men but Kinn wasn’t going to commit patricide.
Laida let out a happy sigh, “Finally someone who understands me. I made sure to research about you both before you came and hoped to connect.” Her eyes, ironically, showed sincerity in that statement. “Everyone runs for the hills around me. I’m really very approachable.”
“They’re just jealous of you,” Porsche nodded. He stuffed his mouth with more food from the plate, suddenly aware it could have been poisoned and mentally smacked himself for not checking before feeding it to Kinn. The thought that he could have caused his partner’s death made odd feelings bubble in his abdomen and heart. He licked his lips as he was at least grateful he had the foresight to have Yok create their backgrounds expertly should anyone check up on their validity. Well, Porsche’s anyway. “Don’t mind them.”
The woman shook her head as she snapped her fingers, was handed a champagne flute, and sipped it with a grin, “Never. I don’t let anyone get in the way of my happiness.”
“As you shouldn’t,” Kinn assured. He peeked to his watch as he stretched out his arms. “Laida. I hate to cut and run but I do have a few meetings in the morning that I can’t put off, my old man’s on my ass about it since I’m in town and made my appearance again. He just knows how to load me with work.”
“Cyanide does wonders…” Laida chirped. She swished the remaining bit of champagne in her glass. “I know it did the job at my wedding.”
Kinn waved his hand, “It’s alright. He’s an old dog with no bite anymore. I’m merciful to build good karma for myself you know?” He patted his chest. “Remember good deeds yield good energy.”
“Alright well I’ll contact you to get a date set aside for a double-date?” Laida grinned. “I have the best chefs flown in. You’ll love it.”
Porsche got to his feet as well, nodding to her with a bright smile, “I’ve no doubt. We look forward to your hospitality Laida. Tell your wife goodbye from us.” His hand laced immediately with Kinn’s to all but drag the man towards the nearest exit, both of them matching the quick yet careful pace towards the gates where the driver was and Porsche sagged against Kinn with a murmur. “Good lord.”
Kinn caught Porsche’s chin between his fingers when he saw the driver raise an eyebrow at their conversation, tugged at the younger man who blinked in a surprised way at his action, and leaned to press a softer kiss than they’d indulged in that night. “We’ll be home soon, baby. Just hang on and I’ll take care of you.” He knew that the driver was contracted but now his paranoia trickled in to presume he was employed on Laida’s payroll too. It was better to be safe than sorry.
“Ah…” Porsche followed the line of Kinn’s glance, moved his free hand to press it against Kinn’s bare chest to drag down his fingernails to create dull lines as he murmured, “You look so handsome in this suit…I can’t wait to peel you out of it darling.”
Grateful Porsche understood his cue, Kinn pecked Porsche’s lips to calm his nerves from the earlier escape from the clutches of a madwoman as well as self-indulgent on tasting those cupid bow lips that were addictive as chocolate truffles, “Mm. You’re so beautiful. I want to unwrap you right now.”
“Sir? Shall I take you to your hotel?”
Kinn leaned back to open the door to the backseat for Porsche, shuffled in after his partner, and nodded to the driver, “Yes. Immediately.”
Inside the vehicle, both men sat in silence yet their hands remained intertwined as they stewed in their thoughts.
*~*~*
“The woman is fucking insane Kinn. Like a full blown narcissistic psychopathic bitch!”
Kinn came out of the shower with a towel in his hair, clad in only pajama pants, and he raised an eyebrow at Porsche’s pacing. “We made it out didn’t we?”
“We almost didn’t?! How did that little tidbit of her annihilating her entire fucking family fall through the cracks?!”
“Because she probably made it seem like they were still alive. A huge massacre like that would have triggered all kinds of law enforcement … FBI, Interpol, Thai Military, and not just us,” Kinn clicked his tongue as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
He and Porsche were given access to a safehouse hotel to match their ‘out of town’ story but there was only one bed.
When Kinn stayed at Porsche’s apartment, he was confined to the couch; now that they were undercover as a married couple, it made sense to check in with only one bed but he wasn’t sure if he’d be kicked to the floor or made to sleep on the tiny couch that was meant for temporary seating than a bed. “Porsche.”
“We almost died there. She could’ve put cyanide in our dishes and we wouldn’t even know?!” Porsche paced in a bigger circle in front of Kinn, hands against his back, head lowered. He wore a pair of shorts and a band t-shirt as he shook his head. “I can’t believe it. I’m losing my touch. I should quit while I’m ahead.”
“What the hell are you talking about now Porsche?”
“This! This job…this mission. I fed you the food without even thinking twice, just to mess with you, and you could’ve died?!”
“You were eating from the same plate, Porsche. Why would that matter?”
Porsche glared at Kinn, “It matters! My partner betrayed me. He’s the reason I have scars on my back and legs because he left me to be kidnapped, tortured for two days. If I'm the reason you died, then how can I live with myself?!”
“...Porsche…you would’ve been dead too.” Kinn mused lightly, a little grin played at his lips. “We’d be in the same boat I’m afraid. A sunken one.”
“Like I need you haunting my ass for the rest of my life, Kinn?! I hate ghosts dammit!”
“...You have a glorious ass, Porsche--ow!” Ducking before he suffered another blow to his head from Porsche’s closed fist bonking him, Kinn wrapped his arms around the other’s waist to hold unwaveringly, and buried his face against Porsche’s abdomen. “Stop thinking about Laida Kham for two seconds. You’ve been pacing and ranting and raving for a half hour.”
Porsche’s shoulders sagged when he was caught in Kinn’s embrace, not moving to push the man away but not reciprocating, glaring harder, “I’m serious. You never take me seriously. It pisses me off.”
Kinn sighed as he leaned his head back, stared up at Porsche with a calm expression, “As serious as we can be, we’re human Porsche. We made a miscalculation. It doesn’t mean that you are a bad partner.” He smirked. “Don’t you want to get rid of me? Now’s your chance.” He teased lightly.
“Fuck you, Kinn.” Porsche growled back, unamused.
“I mean I’d love that very much. Presuming you’re not too pissed off to unwind a bit,” Kinn perked up as he turned to look over his shoulder to the clock on the table then back to Porsche with a glint in his eyes. “The time IS only 10 or so. That means there’s technically two hours until tomorrow. You said - and I quote - ‘This doesn’t last past midnight Cinderella’ - though if I chose to be a Disney Princess, it’d be Elsa.”
Porsche burst out laughing, “An emotionally constipated and recklessly impulsive ice queen who could freeze hell? Why? And she’s technically a queen, not a princess.”
“Same shit.” Kinn hummed as his hands massaged Porsche’s hips gingerly, content with their closeness, tilted his head to stare, “Because the cold never bothered me and because I need someone to thaw my frozen heart.”
“That’s very corny, Kinn. Even for you.” Porsche’s arms crossed over his chest as he looked at Kinn’s suggestive face, “Your point being that we have until midnight to play married?” He saw the thick eyebrows wiggle and groaned. “Are you seriously thinking about fucking right now? No decorum? Did your brain check out for the night?”
Kinn shrugged, “It’s past business hours. I’m not inclined to work overtime unless I’m getting paid.” He hummed. “One way or another.”
Porsche’s stance remained stiff; however, he didn’t rebuff Kinn’s obvious advances and flirtations. Truth be told, he anticipated that they would return to the hotel to tousle under the sheets. He didn’t expect hand-holding, dimly lit candlelight dinners, or a proper date with Kinn.
The bet was to make Kinn detach from him promptly to avoid his traitorous heart from descending into hell again. And after the night they had, the close brush with death, Porsche definitely wasn’t chaste enough to deny he wanted to feel those coarse hands that held weapons skillfully grab and mold his own flesh with heated yet calculated touches. To pull at his own trigger.
“You’re actually a beast aren’t you?” Porsche murmured without malice as he leaned into Kinn’s grip casually.
“Porsche. We’ve been over this. I’m not an amazing man, I am very beast-like but you called me a princess so that’s what I am. My heart is dainty but the rest of me, well, you’ve seen and sampled for yourself,” Kinn’s eyebrows wiggled at Porsche’s flushed face as the other rolled his eyes at Kinn’s antics. “Besides, you’ve sobered up, I’ve sobered up, and you didn’t allow me to reciprocate your lovely gift from earlier in the bathroom.” Kinn’s tongue peeked out between his teeth as his hands danced their way to sneak underneath the fabric of Porsche’s shorts, finding courage to do so as the Taekwondo expert that his partner was didn’t stop him, intended to find skin-tight underwear.
What he found was beyond his wildest imagination as his fingers grazed the soft bare skin of Porsche’s ass. His eyes went wide as saucers “Are you ‘commando’ underneath these?!” His voice high-pitched. Kinn swore he felt drool develop at the corners of his mouth. “Fuck.”
“I can’t help it. After I experience a life or death situation, I tend to get antsy as hell and need to be grounded somehow,” Porsche shrugged his shoulders as he uncrossed his arms to plant them on Kinn’s body. One wound itself tightly around Kinn’s shoulders as he lifted one knee to press it gently against Kinn’s crotch with a smirk. “Will you be my anchor darling?”
“Does it really have to be just for tonight?” Kinn whimpered to the rough contact to his hard cock, obviously caught with being turned on during their conversation as logic of the mission disappeared and replaced with unbridled desire to scorch Porsche the way his partner had since day one.
Porsche’s other hand caught Kinn’s chin to tug his partner’s head up to gain the attention of those piercing eyes. He felt a shudder dance down his spine and his lips parted when Kinn’s mischievous hands pulled apart his ass cheeks in the shorts, pressed the tip of a lone finger dryly against his puckered hole and he twitched. “The carriage turns back into a pumpkin in an hour. Tick tock.”
Kinn’s nose wrinkled. He removed his hands from Porsche’s ass, ignored the younger’s confusion in order to wrap one arm around the lithe waist to hoist the other up and onto his bare shoulder.
“Oi! Kinn!”
“I told you. I’m Elsa. Buckle up sweetheart. I’m going to make sure that hour’s used to the fullest.”
Porsche, for the first time in his twenty something years of life, was afraid.
*~*~*
The hard spank across his ass was a momentary sting as the next sting came from a pair of teeth that sunk themselves into the same freshly red spot of flesh, making Porsche jerk his hips to get away from the fiendish onslaught that made his cock hard and leaking against the cool sink. One hand dipped his fingers gripped into Kinn’s hair, twisted hard to try to dislodge the shark from mauling his lower half.
“Kinn. Stop that. Ngh.” Porsche didn’t want Kinn to actually stop, it was just being so wound up that made Porsche mindless with need to release.
“Mm. Don’t wanna.”
Porsche had been hauled into the hotel suite’s bathroom, turned to face the sink and mirror, bent over with his shorts shoved to be bunched to his knees. Trapping him. Before Porsche could ask about the choice of position and mirror, Kinn fell to his knees behind Porsche to proceed to attack the hell out of his ass, thighs, and tramp-stamp his lower back with teeth marks. “Fuck!” The swipe of a hot tongue against his ass, combined with two of Kinn’s fingers, was a cocktail of sensations that made Porsche toss his head back to moan.
Kinn felt like he was walking on a cloud with how high he was on Porsche’s reactions, enthusiastically pulling out the two fingers to press a kiss to the hole he’d been stretching one second and slid the two long fingers back inside to the knuckles the next. Back and forth like a see-saw, he pulled at the strings inside of his partner.
“Kinn. Listen to me. Stop the foreplay, you’re wasting time. Don’t you want to fuck me--ah!” Porsche mentally cursed Kinn for finding his prostate with relative ease and decided to milk Porsche for his worth in a twisted revenge for the earlier blow-job. “Why’re you punishing me?”
Kinn leaned back from where his tongue had been tracing saliva treks against the bronzed skin of the ass cheek he’d spanked, “Hmm? I’m not punishing you. I’m tasting you. I told you that I’d return the favor. So impatient.”
Porsche groaned at the taunt, looked behind himself to see the obscene view of two fingers stuck up his ass, fingering and stretching him to accommodate the wide, large cock he’d sucked off earlier that night in the Green Room bathroom, Kinn’s dimpled, dopey smile that was pleased with himself at pulling at Porsche’s strings, and clicked his tongue. “And you’re a smug bastard.”
“Can’t deny that baby. I was born that way.” Kinn pressed a firm kiss to each cheek in thanks for the meal, got to his feet as he kept the two fingers firmly inside of Porsche like a makeshift plug. His other hand laced itself to Porsche’s against the bathroom sink, pinning it there. He pressed his nose to Porsche’s neck as his fingertips continued to massage the bundle of nerves as he felt Porsche’s body shiver and roll back against the fingers to chase the feeling. Whispering against the nape, Kinn murmured, “Can I go bare?”
Porsche knew the question. And knew his answer.
Mutely, without saying anything, Porsche’s hand removed itself from Kinn’s hair to slide down the span of his body to reach behind him to grab Kinn’s wrist to pull it. When the fingers slid out, both of them groaned at the action, and Porsche stared into Kinn’s eyes, “Help me with the shorts.”
Kinn nodded in obedience, shoved the fabric of Porsche’s shorts down the rest of the way, moved to remove his own sleeping pants so the only piece of clothing between them was Porsche’s t-shirt. It was almost like a barrier that Kinn waited for Porsche to remove on his own.
“Step back and let go of my hand for a second.”
With a pout, Kinn released Porsche’s hand, stepped back a centimeter to give the younger man space. He was rewarded with the view of a phoenix spread across Porsche’s shoulders and groaned, “You really are a god on earth. How can we exist together?”
Porsche snorted in amusement. His eyes honed into the reflection both of them made. Kinn’s face contorted in awe at Porsche’s ink. It was then that Porsche realized Kinn always looked at him that way. Not because of anything Porsche did, just because he was drawn into him. Shaking his head of thoughts, Porsche returned to his position of being bent over the sink, one hand curled into the porcelain, “You can come back now. Open your hand.”
The younger man held the lubricant bottle they’d found in Kinn’s bag (though Porsche was convinced the fucker brought it on purpose) and waited for Kinn’s hand.
Kinn’s heart skipped in glee, rushed to lace their left hands again as his right opened, felt the lubricant poured into it, and blinked. The silent permission to go without a condom was too overwhelmingly attractive for him. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
Porsche snickered, “You’re going to wear out the compliment. I won’t think you’re being sincere the next time you say it.” He joked to avoid unpacking the meaning of his heart hammering in his chest with anticipation and suspense. The feel of the spongy tip of Kinn’s cock pressed to his entrance made Porsche murmur anxiously. So close yet so far. “Fuck me. Come on. Fuck me.”
“Anything you want sweetheart,” Kinn’s lips glued themselves to Porsche’s tattooed shoulder as he positioned himself. His slicked hand dug fingerprints into his partner’s hip, pushed, and didn’t stop until he bottomed out inside of the tightness that made him dizzy. “Oh shit. So tight Porsche.”
Kinn’s hips glued to Porsche’s ass. Both frozen in this burning moment.
“Kinn. Ah. Oooh. ” Porsche’s eyes fluttered closed as the stretch burned slightly, he definitely needed a three-finger prep but his impatience won out, the fullness of that hefty cock that was practically made for him with how good it felt inside, and his lips parted to pant like an animal in heat, enveloped in pleasure. His hips canted backwards to stimulate Kinn to move, to fuck him, to do something to scratch the itch he desperately needed scratched. “Move already.”
Kinn’s fingers that were intertwined with Porsche’s held the hand tightly. His other hand wrapped itself against the soft tresses of Porsche’s sweat-matted hair to pull the younger’s head up so they made eye contact in the mirror as he growled. “I said it’s my turn.”
“What the fuck are you talking ab--ah--ah-- ah !” Porsche's sentence trailed off with grunts of ‘ah’ that escaped his lips with each thrust that wrecked him. His other hand settled on the glass of the mirror as he was forced to watch Kinn’s face contort into different expressions: pleasure, concentration, adoration, and a mixture swirled in front of Porsche that made his own hips roll back to elicit more reactions from Kinn. “Do you feel good darling?”
Kinn’s eyes snapped open, not realizing they’d closed, and groaned deeply at seeing Porsche’s mischievous face reflected back at him. “Where the fuck have you been all my life?” His hips bucked forward to pound Porsche’s body harder into the sink, he swore to leave the younger bruised and battered, in the best way, to remember their night together. “You’re perfect. Made for me.”
Porsche’s tongue peeked out between his smiling teeth and opened to speak only to let out a strangled whimper when Kinn’s cock hit his prostate at the shifted angle, “Mmmmm. Kinn. Ah. Kiiiiiinn.”
The way Kinn’s name spilled from those lips that cussed like a drunken sailor in a pub and ready to pick a fight with the first person to cross paths with him was erotic as hell. The breathy ‘K’ and the elongated ‘inn’ with each deep slide of his cock into the wet heat as Porsche arched his back to receive more, silently pleading to be ravished to an inch of his life.
Who was Kinn if not a generous partner to comply?
The slaps of their heated, slick skin echoed inside of the bathroom, sweat mixed with saliva, lubricant, and cum that aided in lubricating Kinn’s mission to tattoo himself inside his bratty partner.
Speaking of tattooing…
Kinn’s tongue drew the outline of the phoenix stamped on Porsche’s shoulder that twitched, “Fiery and passionate. My Phoenix.”
The nickname Porsche heard from Kinn’s lips wasn’t as mind-numbing as the MY placed before it. The ownership and finality in that simple statement was powerful.
Porsche widened his stance as he needed some relief to his own cock that hung between his legs, purple and angry at the lack of direct attention, “Kinn. Eh?!” The younger’s head fell back against his partner’s shoulder when the hand in his hair left, slid down his chest to pinch each nipple as a passing tease in the hand’s quest to coil fingers around his girth to pump him in matching synchronization with Kinn’s brutal thrusting pace. All he could do was hang on as he spilled over the brink. “Ngh!”
His orgasm hit dead center, shot out his essence to spill over Kinn’s hand, and his body roughly twitched from the action. Porsche’s mouth was opened in a silent ‘O’ shape to get down from the pathetic fact that he came on Kinn’s cock alone. The bastard’s hand was the cherry on top of a sundae that was already melting onto the floor.
Porsche’s body suddenly felt boneless. Was it because he hadn’t fucked in a really long time? He definitely didn’t want to credit Kinn for the reason his knees wanted to buckle and give out. It seemed that Kinn had different plans. Porsche could only follow the man’s lead.
Kinn pulled away from the sink, walked them backwards, sat down on the toilet when both his palms went to cup the back of Porsche’s knees to use impressive strength to spread open and sink back down onto his cock that throbbed painfully. “My good boy.”
Each step shifted that thick cock mercilessly against his sensitive walls that quivered, shot electricity through the entirety of Porsche’s body, and respite was not given as they sat on the closed toilet seat with Porsche in Kinn’s lap.
The younger of the two men felt himself pulled back, legs spread wide open in a vulnerable position that Porsche couldn’t do anything except to cover his front as if afraid to be so exposed. “K-Kinn!”
Kinn’s mouth latched onto the back of Porsche’s neck to suckle the sweet droplets of sweet, nuzzle his nose into the hair to inhale the scent that would permeate into every scent and remind Kinn of Porsche for the rest of his days, “No one will look at you except me. Don’t cover yourself.”
“You’re a bastard. Ngh!” Porsche bit his lower lip to stifle the guttural sound that rippled in his chest and threatened to escape when Kinn began to bounce Porsche onto his cock backwards, using pure strength of those flexing biceps to carry his weight to let gravity assist in their fuck session. His hands scrambled to dig fingernails into the meat of Kinn’s thighs as he was hiked up till only the tip was inside then dropped unceremoniously to punch the air out of his lungs. “Fuck!”
“Nnn. Porsche. Close.” Kinn’s own words were quick, pointed, anguished to meet the end. “Look at me.” When Porsche complied with an unamused expression, one that Kinn had grown quite fond of, the man smirked as he pressed their noses together and whispered against Porsche’s lips, “I love you.”
Porsche’s eyes went wide at the sudden confession. What the hell? Before he could form a response, Kinn quickened his actions by using Porsche’s body like a barbell, penetrating harder, quicker until the warmth of Kinn’s orgasm flooded his body like a wave of heat that threatened to smother Porsche worse than a summer day on Bangkok streets. The inevitable drip that would come as soon as Kinn popped free only made Porsche blush fiercely at the thought. His thoughts interrupted with a mouth attached to his, “Mmm!” to fight in a tongue-tangling, soul-sucking, lip swelling kiss that would make harlots blush at its intensity.
He felt uncertain about how to respond to Kinn’s confession - real or not.
Porsche’s only response was to allow Kinn to do as he wanted, freely, even past midnight and bury Porsche’s unresolved emotions to the bottom of the pile as the rest of the night was spent in each other’s heated embrace. Tomorrow was another day to figure himself out.
Whereas Kinn’s mission to unapologetically imprint on Porsche’s whole being: heart, body, and soul, was completed .
*~*~*
“Your husband will not be joining us today, Kinn?” Laida Kham spoke as she stirred the tea in her tea cup.
Kinn sipped at his own tea calmly, “I’m afraid I tired him out too much last night.” Which wasn’t far from the truth.
He’d made sure to diligently use his time with Porsche.
In the bathroom, on the couch, spread underneath him on the bed. Kinn was relentless in tiring out Porsche who was too far gone with pleasure that the man’s face was stained a shade of dark red that reminded Kinn of cinnamon in a hibiscus tea he currently drank.
He had handcuffed Porsche’s wrist to one part of the bedposts, left him a handwritten note with the hotel stationary then pressed a soft kiss to the other’s forehead with a frown on his face. Kinn knew that the mission to get Laida Kham became exponentially more dangerous. He already saw what had occurred with Tawan - Kinn did not want to delay their connection to Laida nor get Porsche involved anymore.
As the plates for the lunch were served in front of them, Kinn’s gaze lingered on the two women who were seated opposite him in a gazebo in the center of the Kham property that was in the middle of a small pond, curious to the true nature of their relationship. Was Shu-Fen being held captive against her will? Was she just a begrudged wife? Kinn couldn’t tell from her masked expressions.
“He excuses himself with apologies and hopes we can reconnect another day for dinner?” Kinn smiled reassuringly.
After Porsche fell asleep the night before, too worn out to rebuttal Kinn’s love confession as anything more than a tease, Kinn got to work in researching more information about Laida, relaying the updates of their mission to Yok, and asking someone to pick up Porsche in the morning from the hotel.
Kinn flew solo on this mission and if it kept his partner safe, he’d shoulder all the risk willingly.
“I understand. Things happen don’t they?” Laida hummed to Kinn with a calm expression. “I’m glad you accepted my invitation, Kinn. I was worried to be honest…”
“Worried about what Laida?” Kinn sipped more of the tea in front of him.
Laida’s gaze snapped to Kinn with a painted smirk, “That it would be more difficult to kill my competition’s son.”
Kinn’s brows went wide as he stared at the tea cup in front of him. “What?” He’d checked it beforehand for poison with a hidden needle and deemed it safe to consume when the needle didn’t turn.
“My special blend of poison that can’t be detected.” A shrug from the woman’s shoulders, “It’s just business, Kinn. Nothing personal. I got rid of my family and built the empire to what it is now in a short time. Your return to the spotlight wasn’t in the cards,” Laida smiled cynically. “You were supposed to remain in the shadows or dead even. Now that you’ve taken your father’s mantle, the Theerapanyakul family threatens my enterprise. I cannot allow it.” She smiled erratically.
Standing up immediately, Kinn tossed the cup onto the floor with a force that shattered it on the gazebo floor as he crouched to snap his ankle pistol from its holder to stand up and point it towards her with a snarl, “You paranoid freak…”
“I’m not the one pointing a gun at an unarmed woman,” Laida clicked her tongue at Kinn. “Come now, have some decorum as you embrace the death cloud.”
Kinn felt his legs give out as he collapsed to his knees, gun pointed to the woman and clicked the trigger, nothing. No bullets, an empty chamber and he growled. He remembered Laida's shoe polisher insisting to polish his shoes before he stepped into the house. Another staff member had distracted him and Kinn put two and two together that they removed his service weapon to take out the bullets.
A burning settled into his throat that he wanted to claw at. The poison doing its job effectively and quickly. He struggled to keep his eyes open and focused as he looked around for a weapon of some kind but found none. It was just him with Laida and Shu-Fen Kham in the gazebo. He took a couple of steps back as Laida started to walk towards him, "You don't know who you're dealing with." His chest felt pinched. Sweat on his face and brow.
“You didn’t think I’d let you wander around here with a gun? Much less allow you to attack me then flee? I know exactly who I'm dealing with. Another man who wants to step on me.” The Laotian woman threw her head back to laugh with an incredulous laugh. “So pathetic. The great Kinn Theerapanyakul, done in by poison. Send my family my love.” She walked over to Kinn, lifted her heeled foot to press it to Kinn’s chest, kicked him hard to see the man’s body topple into the murky pond water.
Kinn felt a pressure build up in his body as he closed his eyes to fight the paralysis that numbed the usage of his limbs and mentally sighed.
‘Porsche is going to be very pissed off that I died …’
-TBC-