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It was already the sixth day of Porsche’s continuous "visit" to Kinn's apartment. If someone had told him a month ago that they would spend so much time together and enjoy each other's presence so much within the four walls of the same room, Porsche would have considered this person crazy and most likely would never have spoken to him again.

The university was closed after the attack and all classes were canceled for the period of two weeks. So Porsche was left to himself and hoped that he would spend more time with his brother and earn some money, but the possessive bastard seemed to purposely lock him in his den, literally not letting Porsche go a step away from him. Kinn did all the necessary work at home, moving from the bedroom to the kitchen and back with a laptop in his hands, so his presence next to Porsche was actually comprehensive.

And while Kinn continuously drummed his fingers on the keyboard or pretended to be the boss, menacingly giving instructions to his subordinates on the phone, Porsche just hung out next to him, watching TV, texting with friends or distracting Kinn to chat. But mostly he just lay next to Kinn, buried in his side, and watched how his attentive gaze ran back and forth over the texts on the laptop screen, how he licked his plump lips or how his adam's apple twitched when he swallowed saliva. And every time Porsche did this, he felt how his stupid heart was filled with warmth and love and was beating endlessly happily in his chest in a leisurely rhythm.

Thanks to how much time they spent together in Kinn’s apartment, Porsche had a great opportunity to get to know him better. Kinn opened up to Porsche from extremely unexpected sides, which Porsche had never suspected before. For a long time he considered Kinn a selfish and insensitive asshole, asserting himself at the expense of people of lower social status who did not have influential families, a lot of money or enough courage to stand up to him. But being next to Kinn, away from the familiar world in which he was pretending to be who knows what, Porsche saw some sides and features in Kinn that made him look at the man with different eyes.

All these days Kinn almost continuously nursed Porsche like a baby, every now and then putting him on his lap and feeding him almost with a spoon, did not let Porsche carry bags when they went out to the store, even though it was the stupidest cliche in the world, and also constantly carried Porsche in the arms, like a little monkey, despite the fact that they were both in about the same weight category. And even though Posche wasn't going to admit it to Kinn, at these moments he felt an unspeakable thrill and an infinite sense of security as never before. 

Thanks to this Porsche also was very surprised to discover that Kinn was actually the most clingy person he had the misfortune to meet in his short life. Kinn liked it when Porsche touched him, and he always tried to leave as little distance between them as possible: imperiously pulled Porsche by the neck or pressed him to his waist, gave short kisses on the back of Porsche’s head or gently fingered his fingers in his own hands, each time making Porsche blush with embarrassment or hide a silly smile, involuntarily blooming on the lips from Kinn’s proximity.

In those moments when Kinn didn't have to deal with the company's affairs, they talked a lot about all sorts of stupid things, joked, flirted with each other and recalled moments from their common past which they spent together in the university life. And it turned out to be much easier to talk to him than Porsche imagined: Kinn was much more mature than he was, had his own opinion about everything in the world and knew the answer to almost any question, and his charisma and vivid mind made Porsche suffocate every time from the wave of blind adoration that covered him with the head.

But at the same time conversations with Kinn were devilishly difficult, because each of them diligently ignored and avoided everything that concerned their past resentments against each other, feelings and desires, as well as any possibility of a future together. Porsche didn't want to ask him what they would do when their little world, created in the walls of Kinn’s apartment, would be destroyed by harsh reality, because he was scared to death to get an answer that would be unbearable to accept.

And, probably, considering all that Porsche learned about Kinn and his family and what he had to go through, he should have wanted to stay away from Kinn, but he was never a coward, and also his irrepressible heart wanted to be as close to Kinn as possible. Therefore, Porsche was going to remain silent until Kinn himself asked him to stay with him or disappear from his life forever.

And then there was sex... hot, flaming, bordering on obsession and pushing beyond a thin and very dangerous line, after which it was impossible to understand where Porsche ended and Kinn began. Porsche's never felt this way about someone he's slept with for fun or just to relieve stress before, but thanks to Kinn, he was able to really experience what sex can be like when you love someone to the point of pain.

Ignoring the fact that Porsche could barely walk because that greedy bastard Kinn was pouncing on him every time he saw his face or ass, Porsche could confidently say that he had never been so sexually satisfied in his entire life as during the week of their improvised life together. He cursed Kinn a thousand times for dragging out so much time swearing and hating each other before they ended up in his bed. They understood each other much better in a horizontal position than they could, using their mouths for the intended purpose.

Today was not supposed to be radically different from the previous ones, but around noon Kinn's phone practically burst from calls, and he was urgently called to the office to meet there someone, about whom he did not say a word, instead literally sticking his tongue in Porsche’s ass and having fun there, thereby forcing Porsche squirm on the bed and start moaning plaintively, begging him to come.

It was still strange to be in Kinn’s huge apartment without him, so after seeing Kinn off and being alone with himself, Porsche decided to go out for a walk to think about everything that was happening in his life now and breathe in the air that wasn't soaked through with the maddening smell of Kinn, which almost got under Porsche’s skin.

First of all, Porsche tried to call and talk to Chay, but his younger brother seemed to have successfully forgotten about his existence, being surprised by the call and reacted too calmly to the fact that Porsche might not show up at home for some more time. Knowing that Chay was aware of the location of their stash "for an emergency" and should not stay hungry, Porsche could afford to continue living with Kinn until the man got bored of keeping Porsche next to him like a dog on a leash.

And so that this moment would come as late as possible, instead of enjoying his freedom, Porsche spent time creating clever plans to get Kinn, which could make him go crazy with feelings for Porsche and become so attached that it was no longer possible for Kinn to live without him.

Looking into the nearest not too expensive supermarket, Porsche bought some staff for pasta, his favorite recipe, which he always cooked the best. He rarely cooked at home, being mostly busy trying to feed himself and his brother and pay for the boy’s education, but if he did it from the heart, the result was always very good.

Kinn, on the other hand, was a terribly spoiled, fastidious asshole, and was used to eating in the most pompous restaurants in the city, not to mention that he never finished a single dish the next day and could easily throw away food without looking back at its cost or quality. As for a person who was sometimes so broke that even an old can of beans was considered by him a blessing, it was damn hard for Porsche to get used to it. He almost had a heart attack when Kinn threw away pizza that had been delivered only two hours ago "because it was already cold." What an asshole, huh?

What else Porsche learned from his perverse behavior was that Kinn never ate homemade food and certainly did not eat anything that would have been prepared specifically for him. Judging by his stories about his childhood and youth, he grew up with a huge number of servants, nannies, maids, cooks and god knows who else, but no one had ever cooked for him in the way that was normal in ordinary families in their ordinary homes. Like Porsche’s mother did when he was a child, when she baked a lemon pie for him and Chay, because she loved them and wanted to make them a little happier.

But Kinn didn't have a mom or a home. No one cooked lemon pie for him and no one took care of him as much as any child deserves. And, taking into account the fact that he had lived a whole life alone, Porsche could no longer consider all the shortcomings of his character only his fault.

Kinn could pretend to be a cool and independent ass if he wanted, but he was one of the loneliest persons Porsche's ever known.

This realization made Porsche want to show him how it could be. And from the thought that he could give Kinn another life and make him truly happy, Porsche began to tremble with anticipation.

After shopping for groceries, Porsche returned to Kinn's apartment, opening the door with a familiar gesture, and came inside. Its emptiness and coldness did not at all cause him delight to be back within its walls, but the problem was not at all in the apartment itself, but in its owner, who did not bring a drop of life or his own colors to it. Kinn's apartment was as lonely as Kinn was, and that made Porsche’s desire to fill it with warmth and light only stronger.

After sorting out the purchases, Porsche carefully laid out all the ingredients he needed for cooking, turned on the music on the pretentious stereo system, which probably cost more than everything he earned in his life, and opened a bottle of good red wine that he found in the bar.

Filling a glass with a maroon liquid, he took the first sip, drowning in the delicious tart aftertaste of ripe cherries rolling on his tongue. Porsche had already managed to understand that Kinn had excellent taste and he had no bad things, especially cheap and second-rate alcohol, which means this bottle could be collectible and very expensive. But Porsche’s soul demanded romance and entertainment, and he would absolutely not care, even if this wine cost a fortune.

The little devils in Porsche’s soul were giggling enthusiastically, because playing on Kinn's nerves was still his favorite pastime.

His drunken cooking lasted for almost an hour and a half while Porsche methodically fried meat and cooked sauce, dancing to some popular pop song in Kinn’s playlist. Sometimes it still surprised him that Kinn was an ordinary person and could listen to such music or watch stupid reality shows on TV, not just look down on all the people around him or shower diamonds on all the prettiest whores in the world.

Porsche really enjoyed the process, finely slicing tomatoes, celery and onions and sending them to languish in a saucepan. Getting more and more used to Kinn's apartment, he thought that after a week he began to feel almost at home in it. After all this luxury around, expensive furniture, a huge bed with silk sheets, an incredible view from the panoramic window and the opportunity to get any desired food from the most elite restaurant in the city within an hour, it would be difficult to return back to his own house, where he barely had enough strength to maintain basic cleanliness.

Their relationship with Kinn was still undefined and they had promised nothing to each other, which meant that everything could end at any moment as quickly as it began.

Porsche didn't want to think about it, but the fear of being a hero of the story of the damn Cinderella, who would eventually be left alone with a pumpkin again in his hopeless and joyless future, gradually rose higher and higher, finally getting stuck somewhere in his throat. And, of course, it was not at all about expensive furniture and delicious food. It was just that the fear of losing Kinn was much easier to justify if thoughts about him were overlaid with thoughts about much more trivial things.

After taking another sip of wine, Porsche forbade himself any kind of despondency and switched the song in the playlist to a more cheerful one, singing along to himself and stirring the pasta sauce, which was almost ready. Porsche felt a surge of energy and was looking forward to when Kinn would return from the office and get to his sweet little Italy, which Porsche tried to create just for the two of them.

It was the first date in his life that Porsche had prepared himself, from which he felt unprecedented excitement and was so nervous that even good wine could not help him drown it out.

Absorbed in his culinary masterpiece and music, Porsche did not hear Kinn return to the apartment and did not even notice his quiet appearance in the kitchen. He danced, wagging his hips and throwing long sticks of spaghetti into boiling water, and when he finished and turned around to change the song, he was faced with the greedy, devouring gaze of Kinn, who was standing in the opening of a wide arch, lazily leaning his shoulder on it and crossing his arms over his chest.

Porsche shuddered from fright, slightly choking on a sip of wine and, coughing awkwardly, immediately hid his eyes in the glass.

"Hi," Porsche croaked uncertainly, standing in confusion in the middle of the kitchen island and blushing from Kinn’s deep gaze, carefully examining him from head to toe and surely undressing him.

"What are you doing?" Kinn asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly and giving almost no sign of his interest. His jacket was tight around his broad shoulders and arms, and Porsche swallowed the unwilling saliva that always appeared so inopportunely at the sight of Kinn’s toned figure in his fucking suits.

"I'm cooking dinner," Porsche replied, vaguely waving his hand at the stove, where pasta and sauce were being cooked in two pans. "Drinking wine."

"Oh, I see," Kinn grinned, taking a quick glance at the open bottle of wine and seeming to recognize it as one of those that Porsche definitely shouldn't have touched. For a few short moments, something dark settled in his eyes, and Porsche involuntarily swallowed. "This is a very expensive wine, Porsche."

What did Porsche say about not caring how much this bottle of pure sweet pleasure cost? Perhaps he was exaggerating, but the fire in Kinn’s eyes was cruelly and mercilessly burning him alive, and he would be willing to risk it all again.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Porsche replied completely insincerely, sipping a little more from his glass and immediately handing it to Kinn, raising his eyebrows invitingly. "Do you want to try it?"

Breaking into a smug grin, Kinn pushed off with his shoulder and took a few steps towards him, making Porsche gasp with anticipation with every inch of the shrinking distance between them.

Whenever he found Kinn in this dangerous proximity, the boundaries of Porsche’s world uncompromisingly narrowed down to Kinn alone. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't resist it.

"I'd rather try you," Kinn said in a low voice, imperiously pulling Porsche closer to him by the neck. Without any preludes Kinn kisses his lips and pushed his tongue right into Porsche’s mouth.

The pressure made Porsche moan uncontrollably, and he almost spilled the wine from the glass in an impetuous attempt to hug Kinn in order to completely dissolve into the kiss and forget about all the heavy thoughts that tormented him before Kinn’s return.

Kinn was now kissing Porsche even more insistently, harshly and possessively than before, sucking his lips and leaving marks with the teeth. With wide movements of his tongue, Kinn captured and implicitly subordinated Porsche to himself, marked him and watched with pleasure how Porsche was losing the last drops of his self-control, completely entrusting everything into Kinn’s hands.

Kinn never allowed him to lead in a kiss, stubbornly suppressing Porsche and each time achieving surrender, and Porsche had nothing to do but to enthusiastically accept his dominant essence and learn to enjoy the receiving position in all its charm and features.

Kinn's strong hands squeezed Porsche’s thighs, noticeably digging his fingers into the fabric of the trousers and trying to press Porsche’s body as hard as possible against his own thighs, so Porsche gladly rubbed against Kinn’s already a little bit hard cock, smiling from this simple manipulation. Kinn's reaction to the teasing movements was not long in coming: his hands moved to Porsche’s ass, roughly and imperiously squeezing it and thereby only increasing the friction.

At the same time, Porsche’s mouth was invaded endlessly, subjugating and conquering. Kinn intertwined his tongue with Porsche’s and greedily sucked it with his lips. Porsche snuggled closer to Kinn, hugging his neck and shoulders, and buried his fingers in Kinn’s hair, sending the perfect styling and the rest of the world to hell.

Their mouths blissfully collided, caressing, exciting and at the same time calming each other. Kinn's insistence gave rise to countless waves of goosebumps running over and over again all over Porsche’s body, and he thoughtlessly moaned into the kiss, asking Kinn for something that he could not put into words at that moment.

Porsche was stunned by how much he had missed Kinn in the few hours that they spent apart, and had no idea how he had ever lived a whole life away from him.

Feelings for Kinn suddenly overwhelmed Porsche with an irresistible force, and he began to drown in the blind need to express everything that was born inside him when he was in Kinn’s hands. Porsche allowed himself to push out his tongue, and then greedily kissed his lips, taking in the fullest, lower one and clinging to it with the teeth, leaving traces, but not biting through to the blood. Slightly taken aback, Kinn stopped squeezing Porsche’s ass and moved his strong palm to Porsche’s neck, grabbing him by the scruff like a naughty kitten and forcing him to tilt his head away from his own lips.

Their strained breath mingled into a single incandescent stream, and the glances burning through each other seemed about to risk igniting a flame between them that could destroy everything around. Porsche looked into Kinn's eyes full of desire and agony and was ready to stay in this moment forever, if only Kinn would continue to look at him like this.

Suddenly there was a noise behind them, because boiling water splashed out of the pan and landed on the hot stove with a hiss, and, frightened, Porsche reflexively broke away from Kinn's embrace to stop the impending catastrophe. He also stoically ignored Kinn’s hard cock and discontentedly rolling eyes, deciding that if he would destroy the kitchen, then no sex would help him to make amends after.

"So, what is it?" coming closer, Kinn watched with unprecedented interest how Porsche cleaned up the mess from the cooking and how the sauce was peacefully bubbling in the next pan.

"It was the perfect pasta," Porsche muttered in displeasure, hoping to cause Kinn at least a drop of remorse. "Until you laid your hands upon me."

"It looks good," Kinn praised, carefully removing the lid from the sauce and inhaling the bright aroma that instantly spread throughout the kitchen. "I didn't know you can cook."

"I do it very rarely," Porsche confessed, draining water from the finished pasta into a colander. "And only in special cases."

"So I'm a special case?" Kinn's smug grin almost made Porsche kick him in the thigh, but he refrained in order not to spoil his culinary masterpiece in an attempt to defeat the arrogant asshole who poisoned his existence with such an excessive self–conceit.

Without getting an answer from Porsche, Kinn approached him, putting his arms around Porsche’s waist and making him shiver in the most unexpected places. His lips ran down Porsche’s neck, and his nose slightly grazed the small earlobe, but Porsche tried to keep himself in hand and dispassionately laid out pasta in two dishes prepared for them.

"It smells amazing," Kinn said with delight, lifting soft kisses up Porsche’s neck and inhaling his scent like a man possessed.

"Are you talking about pasta or about me?" a slightly trembling voice gave away Porsche’s reaction to Kinn’s proximity, and Porsche cursed himself a thousand and one times for being out of breath, but he couldn't help himself at all.

"So you're a fan of Italian cuisine?" Kinn continued to tease him, each time touching the burning skin with wet lips.

"You’re so smart," Porsche chuckled, at the same time trying to get out of Kinn’s arms, but the strong grip on his waist did not allow him to move to the side. Porsche had to stretch out his hands to everything he needed, allowing the smug asshole to enjoy his momentary helplessness. "Khun Kinn."

Kinn just laughed at this, biting Porsche’s earlobe and causing him an unexpected squeal, and then released him from his arms and returned to the table to take a glass for himself and fill it with wine.

"Sometimes I think that if I didn't have to raise my brother, I would throw everything to hell and move to Italy," Porsche suddenly confessed for some reason, turning his head and warmly smiling at Kinn.

"Who would let you?" he growled in response, once again forcing Porsche to look down in embarrassment. Kinn’s eyes flashed dangerously for a moment and Porsche felt the blood rush to the lower abdomen , forcing his already slightly raised cock to twitch enthusiastically.

Porsche suppressed the silly smile that appeared on his face for the umpteenth time, being absolutely sure that he blushed to the color of the tomato sauce he was pouring. Kinn liked to bring Porsche to this condition every time, but he was clearly an unhealthy bastard and had a lot of strange addictions and tricks about him, so Porsche didn't want to once again amuse Kinn’s ego with his weaknesses, even though he didn't have a single chance to resist Kinn.

"My father spoke with the university administration today."

Kinn suddenly abruptly changed the atmosphere of the conversation, impressively sitting down at the table and taking a sip of wine from his glass, while Porsche was putting the sauce on plates and trying to calm his heart, which no less abruptly broke into a frenzied pace. 

"They say that all security issues will be settled within two days. So we’ll be able to return to classes on Wednesday."

"Oh…" Porsche mumbled unintelligibly in response.

Porsche felt a sticky fear began to constrict his chest because of the thought that Kinn had told him about it for a reason. This news meant that he and Kinn would have to deal with the status of their weird relationship sooner than either of them was actually going to do it, and this only made Porsche’s inner anxiety worse.

He served both dishes on the table, sitting down opposite to Kinn, not next to him, as he had done all the previous days. The tension between them grew more and more by the second, even though neither of them said a word about what would happen next.

"As for me, I can promise that I will do everything possible to prevent this from happening again," Kinn continued, pouring wine into Porsche’s glass and pushing it towards him. The fact that Kinn ignored that Porsche had moved away from him to the opposite side of the table unpleasantly pricked Porsche to the heart and forced him to prepare for any scenario for this conversation in the future. "I can't risk putting you in danger anymore."

Over the past week they both haven't talked much about the attack and about what happened to Kinn when Porsche left him alone with armed bandits. It seems that they both understood that along with this story many other things that Porsche would like to know about would come to the surface, but Kinn was not ready to talk about them.

"What about you?" Porsche asked, looking straight into Kinn’s eyes in the hope of catching at least a fraction of insincerity, but they expressed nothing except cold determination. "How often are you going to risk putting yourself in danger?"

Remembering how unbearable it was for Porsche to relive those moments when he almost lost Kinn, his jaw involuntarily clenched. The last thing in the world he wanted was to bring up this topic not to experience the same all-encompassing fear again, but now it became a necessity and there could be no turning back.

"Unfortunately, this is a part of my life that I will never be able to get rid of," Kinn admitted, stoically holding Porsche’s gaze and holding out his glass to cheer Porsche up. "But I don't want you to worry about it."

Porsche was silent for a few seconds, drowning in Kinn’s deep gaze and trying to come to terms with his own feelings, which came down on him like an avalanche from Kinn’s merciless words and covered him more and more with every minute.

I don't want you to worry about it.…

"Drink with me," Kinn nodded curtly at Porsche’s wine, and, swallowing hard, Porsche raised it, letting the glasses hit each other with a clear sound.

All Porsche’s playful and heated mood disappeared without a trace and he didn't say a word they we were having dinner, only smiling slightly at Kinn's praises and his lamentations that he had never eaten anything tastier.

Porsche couldn't even get a piece down his throat, but he forced himself to finish the meal because he couldn't leave the food on the plate. Heavy, oppressive thoughts raced one after another, driving him further into a corner, and he couldn't even look at Kinn, because just only his presence made Porsche want to cry.

Porsche was eating this damn dinner like the worst in his life because he could barely restrain himself around Kinn without losing his self control. He wanted to scream, choke with tears and beat Kinn’s chest, because the man in front of Porsche consumed him, drove him crazy and made him lose himself because of love for him. But at the same time Kinn was so far away from Porsche, as if there was not one fucking table between them, but a whole universe consisting of questions that Kinn was not going to give Porsche answers to.

Porsche still had no idea if Kinn felt anything for him and who he was to Kinn, in what status Porsche was in Kinn’s apartment and in his life, and this uncertainty was killing him, even though he hated himself for it.

When they both finished eating, Porsche put the dirty dishes in the sink and was going to wash them to distract himself a little, but Kinn stopped him, telling in an unquestioning tone to leave it until the maid arrived. Of course, this asshole had a maid, and by this time Porsche had already exhausted himself enough with mental anguish and he had no strength left to contradict, so he did as Kinn asked, although he could not bring himself to turn to face Kinn.

"What's wrong, Porsche?" Kinn asked when he finally realized Porsche wasn't going back to the table.

Biting the lip to the point of pain, Porsche leaned his hands on the countertop and tried to restrain the lump rising in his throat. Kinn’s voice didn't help him at all, and Porsche wanted to continue ignoring him, but despair and anger overwhelmed him with such incredible force that the words burst out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

"When are you going to end all this shit?" Porsche spat and then flinched because Kinn lowered his glass to the table louder than necessary.

"What the hell are you talking about? What happened?" he asked sternly, and Porsche heard those usual frighteningly imperious notes returning to the sound of his voice.

And Porsche suddenly realized that by being rude and raising his voice, he was deliberately trying to get Kinn out of himself, because he knew much better how to behave with an angry and furious Kinn than with his calm and dispassionate version.

"Oh, just stop making an idiot out of me, okay?!" Porsche’s palms angrily hit the countertop, and a small nasty shiver went through his body. "You forcibly dragged me here, fucked me whenever and however you wanted, but you didn't say a word about why the bastards with guns came for you and what happened when you stayed with them! You made me leave you there alone, go crazy with fear and uncertainty, but you didn't even bother to fucking explain yourself and explain to me everything that happened!"

Having finally found the strength to turn around, Porsche was now looking into Kinn's dark eyes and was feeling more and more like he was falling into an endless, monstrous abyss from which he would never get to the surface again.

"Do you think I'm too stupid to understand?!" He could not help shouting, barely restraining emotions and approaching hysteria. "Or maybe you don't want me to understand anything at all, and you've just been satisfying your fucking ego all this time, forcing me to be with you?! So tell me, Kinn, in what kind of fucking role am I stuck here if you don't want me to worry about all this?!"

"Calm down, Porsche," Kinn interrupted me, getting up from the table and coming closer. His face was completely expressionless, but he reached out to put his arms around Porsche’s shoulders, and Porsche immediately rudely threw them away, looking into the man’s eyes with a furious look.

"Get off me!"

"Okay, listen to me," Kinn’s eyes burned as fiercely as Porsche’s, but for some reason Kinn restrained himself, although it was obvious from his clenched jaw and tense figure that he was angry too. "I really should have talked to you about all this earlier, b…"

"So come on!" Porsche challenged him, rapidly losing the remnants of patience out of a thirst to finally find out about everything that has tormented him for so long. "Say something already, motherfucker, because I can't do this anymore!!"

"Porsche, calm down," the sharpness of Kinn’s voice slightly curbed his ardor, but Porsche was still terribly furious and ready to give up everything at any moment, running away from Kinn as far as possible. "Shut up and listen to me."

Kinn took a timid step towards him, reaching out again to wrap his hands around Porsche’s shoulders, and, meeting no resistance, squeezed them strongly.

"Things that happened between me and those people who attacked the university are related to my family’s business, so I have no right to tell anyone who does not belong to my world about them." Kinn carefully explained, trying to catch Porsche’s eye, but Porsche was looking somewhere through him, greedily catching every word and trying to figure out what he should do with all this next. "But if I do this, it will mean that you will enter my closest circle of trust and also become a part of this world from which there will be no way back. But I don't want to ruin your life… And that's why I can't make that decision for you. Do you understand it?"

To be honest, Porsche didn't understand. All he heard from Kinn was "I can't" and "I don't want to", and it inflicted the deepest wounds on him one by one, leaving not a single living place on him heart.

He knew that it would hurt him when Kinn would get bored, realizing that Porsche wasn't good enough for him, and would left him, but he didn't think it would hurt that much. He didn't think it would be able to destroy him.

"Then what am I doing here?" Porsche exhaled, closing his eyes in an attempt to hide and hold back the unbidden tears that have tormented him for so long this evening.

Kinn was silent, hesitating with an answer, while Porsche reasoned about whether he even wanted to hear this answer and whether he could accept it. He was deeply convinced that Kinn would finally say something like "We were so good together that I, a stupid fucking asshole, just couldn't sacrifice a couple of orgasms by throwing you from heaven to earth.” But even that couldn't prepare Porsche for what feelings he would experience because of this answer.

And when he was about to throw Kinn’s hands off his shoulders again and just leave, imagining how he would return to his own house, lock himself in his own bedroom and tear his chest apart in an attempt to calm his acid-corroding mental pain, Kinn’s lips gently touched his forehead and the man started to speak again, interrupting the flow of thoughts tormenting Porsche.

"I wanted you to decide for yourself whether you are ready to stay with me," he said penitently, already hugging Porsche around his neck and gently lifting his face by the chin.

Their eyes met and in Kinn’s eyes Porsche saw the same expression Kinn looked at him at the moment when he forced him to run away from other people's threats and a gun held to his chest, taking this blow on himself. It knocked Porsche senseless for a few long seconds, and when he started to realize what was happening again, Kinn was already wiping the wet tracks from his cheeks with his rough fingers.

"I can't give you the life you deserve," he continued humbly. "But I promise that I will do everything in my power to make you happy if you agree to the life that I can offer you… She's far from perfect, and frankly, we're going to be in deep shit most of the time, but if you're there for me, I can handle it."

Kinn smiled, stroking Porsche’s cheek and shoulder with his thumbs while Porsche tried to reassemble himself in front of him. If not for Kinn’s hands, firmly but carefully supporting him, Porsche would have rolled down the countertop long ago, sinking to the floor, because his legs barely held him.

And when Kinn finally asked him a question, Porsche realized that he couldn't hold back anymore.

"Are you?"

Everything that happened next for Porsche was mixed into a kaleidoscope of feelings, emotions and sensations, Kinn's strong hands, his hoarse voice and his own never-ending speeches. Porsche was choking, shuddering with tears and clinging to Kinn, barely understanding why the hell he was crying again, and this only made him more choked with an endless stream of words, but he didn’t truly realize any of them.

It seems like Porsche just couldn't keep holding so much pain, fear and self-loathing in himself anymore, and he kept going crazy with uncertainty and was burning alive because of his feelings for Kinn.

Porsche kept on talking and taking stupid things about how much he hated Kinn, how his heart nearly broke when he forced him to leave him, and that he would rather kill Kinn himself than watch him risk his life for him. Porsche screamed into the man’s chest that he didn't need Kinn’s pity and protection and that Kinn should go to hell, and then his voice broke into hoarseness and he begged Kinn to stay with him, protect him or let him die next to him. Almost whispering, Porsche asked him why he brought him to this apartment, why he kept him close and why he was now asking him to stay with him, because in the end that was the only thing Porsche really wanted to understand.

And only when Porsche could finally shut up and began to quietly recover, Kinn, hugging him tightly and pressing his head to his chest, pulled Porsche to the table and, sitting down, sat this crying mess on his lap. Porsche intuitively climbed on top of him with his legs, tightly squeezing Kinn’s hips, and his hands clung to his neck while Kinn silently stroked his back.

Kinn didn't try to calm Porsche down, just letting his emotions live through him, but his embrace gave Porsche a sense of peace and security, and he didn't need more at that moment.

What struck Porsche to the depths of his soul was the unrestrained tenderness with which Kinn later began to cover his face with kisses, touching his swollen cheeks, closed eyelids and the tip of his nose with his lips, forcing Porsche to wince from tickling and hide his face in the curve of his broad shoulder. Porsche was incredibly embarrassed for everything he had done tonight, but much more for the fact that Kinn did not scold him, but slowly and carefully brought back to life every broken piece of his heart, which Porsche had shattered with his own feelings.

This soft side of Kinn, which Porsche was just beginning to understand, melted him like butter, and the more tenderness he received from Kinn, the more he wanted to completely appropriate this side to himself.

"Porsche?" Kinn finally called, without ceasing to stroke his broad palms down Porsche’s spine and barely touching with his fingers a patch of bare skin on the small of his back, peeking out from under the raised fabric of a T-shirt.

Porsche mumbled in response, triying to remember when the music stopped and why his own voice was so loud in the absolute silence of the kitchen. He carefully sniffed in the smell of Kinn, which already seemed so familiar, dissolving into it as always, unable to resist it.

"Why did you run away that night?" Kinn finally asked softly. His question seemed to be something deeply personal and very important to him, even though not a single muscle in his body trembled for a moment.

Porsche would like to laugh again from the realization that even after all this time, this idiot continued to talk to him about that night. It seemed that so many important things happened after it, and even more did not happen, but Kinn kept coming back again and again to that fucking hotel room, where Porsche looked at his relaxed face for minutes without closing his eyes and forcing himself to run away.

But now Porsche realized what it was like to keep dozens of questions inside yourself that are of great importance to you, without having a chance to find out the answers to them.

Kinn was only concerned about one question, which he kept coming back to again and again, and that could only mean how much it bothered him. And, now realizing that, Porsche no longer wanted to continue dodging or lying to him. He could only hope that one day his sincerity would help Kinn to want to open up to him too.

"I was scared," Porsche replied silently to Kinn, still hugging him around the neck and resting his head on the man’s shoulder. Kinn was already without a jacket, wearing only a shirt soaked from his tears, and the heat of Kinn’s body spread over Porsche’s skin in those places where they touched each other. "I thought if I stayed and you left, then I wouldn't be able to look you in the eyes afterwards. I thought you'd think you'd won. And I'll just give you a reason to hate me even more."

"I've never hated you, stupid," Kinn laughed softly, causing his chest to shake slightly, and the sound made butterflies flutter in Porsche’s stomach. "Maybe only at the beginning," he thought a little, finally getting his fingers under the T-shirt and stroking the small of Porsche’s back with his palm. "Although now it seems to me that I was crazy about you from the first sight."

"Pff," Porsche rolled his eyes, not really wanting to believe this pompous nonsense, but a smile stretched his lips against his will anyway, and he hid it in the slit of Kinn's short, almost touching the man’s collarbone with his nose.

"Porsche?" after a few long seconds Kinn called again and, after Porsche’s humble answer, continued to speak. "I’d be happy to say that I'm sorry that our relationship was so difficult… But this is not true. You and I together are a time bomb, and with our terrible characters, you never know where and when it will explode. But… Despite the fact that you almost always drive me crazy, I’ll never be able to want anything more than to continue to sincerely accept it as long as my heart beats."

Porsche smiled when he heard all this.

Probably anyone else in his place would have been outraged by this weird manner in which Kinn eventually expressed his feelings. But Porsche knew Kinn too well to say that it was enough for now.

He would like to say that he loves Kinn more than he thought he was capable of in principle, and that he wants to spend his whole life with Kinn, and then hear that his feelings are mutual and that Kinn loves him too. But then it wouldn't be Kinn, but the hero of some superficial tabloid novel that has nothing to do with this shitty real world in which all you have is a smoldering cigarette in your trembling fingers and a desperate hope that tomorrow everything will be a little better.

And at that moment Porsche realized that he really suited Kinn more than anyone in the whole world, because Porsche could understand him and accept him for who he is: rude and irritable, proud, sometimes aggressive and terribly narcissistic, but at the same time brave and sacrificial, reliable, and in special moments alone — caring and gentle, as no one else knew him.

Porsche didn't want any money or expensive gifts from Kinn, he didn't care about the opportunities Kinn could open for him, all the words he could say. Instead, more than anything else, Porsche selfishly wanted to make Kinn fall in front of him, increasing his feelings tenfold in order to turn them into the need, insanity and the very painful necessity without which Kinn could not continue to live.

And therefore, raising his head and finally meeting his resolute gaze with Kinn’s humble one, Porsche realized absolutely clearly that he would do everything to make Kinn his.

"So prove it to me," Porsche replied, challenging him again. "Make me stay with you forever."

He immediately felt strong hands shackling his back and ass, and then he was lost in the feeling of a greedy mouth seizing all power over him, covering him in a hot, sensual kiss.

Porsche entirely belonged to this man only and, giving himself to him, he was also going to make him his, subjugating his feelings and leaving no way back. And part of him already knew that Kinn would let him do it, because deep down Kinn already loved Porsche as infinitely as Porsche loved him.

Kinn's tongue impetuously and greedily invaded Porsche’s mouth, parting his lips and sliding inside, intertwining with his, impatiently pushing towards it and taking it deeper. Porsche’s lips immediately closed into a narrow ring around Kinn’s insatiable tongue, sucking in a careless, ragged rhythm, and a muffled satisfied moan escaped from his throat, creating a vibration and sending its waves through their bodies right into the groin.

Pressing his hips harder into Kinn sitting under him, Porsche tentatively pushed slightly towards the man in time with the way he sucked the wet tight tongue. Kinn’s reaction was lightning fast: thrusting his palms under Porsche’s trousers, he forcefully squeezed both his ass cheeks, directing and imperiously subordinating the rhythm in which he wanted to feel Porsche. His fingers were noticeably digging into Porsche’s skin, purposely leaving bluish marks, and the dexterous tongue itself pressed against Porsche’s upper palate, pushing into his open mouth, and this insane contrast between pain and pleasure made Porsche forget himself for a few seconds.

"Are you not wearing underwear?" Kinn suddenly barked, ceasing to torment Porsche’s mouth and almost impaling Porsche’s aching ass on his hardening cock with imperious movements.

"Did you just notice?" Porsche giggled, immediately finding himself again drawn into a dizzying, passionate kiss, from which the lower abdomen began to burn with fire, and his cock filled up more and more painfully in the rough fabric of the trousers.

The thought that Kinn could feel how hot he was under the clothes and how wet he made him inflamed Porsche, prompting him to cling to Kinn with even greater desire, the limit of which was becoming much less and less. Porsche wanted Kinn to rip the trousers off him, and then endlessly watched him falling apart from the way his hands slide over his bare skin and how his reddened, tense cock was dripping with pre-come.

Neither of them could break the kiss, although the air in their lungs almost disappeared, but they intertwined their tongues again and again, tormented each other with the lips, squeezing each other in the arms almost to a crunch, and Porsche’s hips shamelessly and chaotically moved, driving them both crazy.

Porsche wasn't loud before, but with Kinn, on the contrary, he couldn't force himself to shut up, moaning and whimpering into a kiss, and every time it awakened something animalistic, wild in Kinn, which caused him to break into a frenzied pace, bringing them both to the edge. And Porsche was already ready for the fact that they would both end up in their pants uncontrollably, subordinated by the force of friction of heated arousals against each other, but Kinn suddenly grabbed him tighter, taking his hands out of Porsche’s trousers and lowering them under his hips.

"Hold on tight, little fox cub," Kinn playfully smiled in the kiss, getting to his feet, and Porsche excitedly pressed his chest against him, wrapping the bare feet, chilled from the cold floor, around his waist.

Porsche was so overwhelmed with feelings that he couldn't stop kissing Kinn even when the man was carrying him to the bedroom. He pressed their lips together in demand, closing his eyes and letting himself be completely free until his back touched the soft pillows that had been scattered chaotically on the bed since the morning.

Their bed…

Smiling to himself, Porsche let go of Kinn's neck, immediately pouncing on the small shiny buttons of his shirt to take it off as soon as possible. Last time Porsche didn't stand on ceremony, rudely tearing apart the one that was on Kinn that day, because this rich asshole could buy himself hundreds of new ones, and for that he was severely punished by Kinn's heavy hand, so Porsche’s unfortunate ass burned for another whole day after that. But, to be honest, it would be a blatant lie to say that he didn't like it. Porsche was stunned, but he wanted to repeat it again.

Kinn almost tore off Porsche’s T-shirt instead, throwing it far beyond the bed, without delay pouncing on Porsche’s chest with kisses, biting the thin skin and leaving the marks. Kinn’s biggest weakness was Porsche’s clavicles sticking out like wings, which he licked, bit, sucked, drugged and absorbed in his passion until they were all completely covered with his marks. And Porsche was still covered with old unhealed hickeys, which until that moment had been well hidden by the fabric of the T-shirt, and now proudly exposed right under Kinn’s greedy lips.

Now they had sex the same way they poisoned each other's existence for two long years: brightly, passionately, all-consuming. Their enmity demolished all the boundaries of reason, absorbed them entirely, closing on each other, and Porsche didn't even notice how, hating Kinn to the point of pain, he began to love him no less strongly.

Pulling off the shirt from Kinn's hands, at the same time Porsche was actively exposed to his ardent mouth, which left more and more hickeys on the golden skin, overlapping those already left by him earlier. Having finally freed Kinn from the interfering clothes, Porsche threw it aside, immediately hugging Kinn’s broad brawny back and shoulders, stroking Kinn’s arms with muscles rolling under the skin.

Porsche ached from the way his own skin burned under Kinn’s lips with the need to feel his touch everywhere, and, burying the fingers in Kinn’s dark hair, Porsche pulled it down experimentally, feeling how his personal beast liked it. Kinn growled deep into his neck, looking up at him from below, full of adoration and blind lust to possess. And yet he obeyed, leaving Porsche’s tortured collarbones and moving to the nipples, which stood up excitedly right towards him.

His painful caresses really shook Porsche on the bed, and Porsche was teetering on the edge between moaning with pleasure and howling with pain. He was extremely sensitive almost in every inch where Kinn touched him, but mostly because of the pleasure Kinn got from bringing him to ecstasy, Porsche’s body finally betrayed him, surrendering to this power.

Kinn's hands caressed him everywhere, from the fingers almost innocently squeezing Porsche’s waist to the way he grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, forcing Porsche to throw his head back and beg Kinn to kiss him.

Of course, the cruel brute didn't even think to do it. Instead of pouncing on Porsche with a kiss, Kinn started to ruin his second nipple, sucking it with the lips and playing with it with his tongue inside the wet hot mouth, and then letting go to blow on it a little. The chill on the wet, extremely sensitive spot sent a wave of goosebumps down Porsche’s arms and thighs, forcing him to moan uncontrollably again.

"Uh, please, Kinn," Porsche whimpered once again from the sensation of the palms squeezing his waist. He no longer understood what he wanted Kinn to do: to stop or to continue doing it forever. "Uh-uh…"

"What do you want?" Kinn asked in response, licking Porsche’s torso and thrusting his tongue into the hole of the navel, thereby causing another attack of excitement knocking the air out of Porsche’s lungs. Kinn was damn quick to find out about all even the most deeply hidden points of pleasure on his body, and now he was brazenly using it, making Porsche lose mind from lust.

Kinn gently but imperiously took possession of every cell of Porsche’s body, and Porsche could only moan, feeling how wet his trousers and the sheets were getting under him, how the first drops of sweat were running down his face, digging into Kinn’s hair and taking his burning feelings alive the way the man gave them to him.

"Uhmm-your mouth, please," Porsche whined, resting the back of his head on the pillow and biting his lip with the metallic taste. "Please, uh, Kinn…"

"Good boy," Kinn croaked contentedly, caressing the lower abdomen with his lips, where the border of the damn and such unnecessary trousers passed over Porsche’s skin. "So polite for me."

Kinn grinned smugly, looking up at Porsche  from under his brows, and Porsche felt his cheeks heat up from the endless hunger in his eyes that devoured him without a trace. Kinn’s deft fingers undid the transparent button and pulled down the zipper, freeing Porsche’s aching cock, which he immediately started to suck with a wet hungry mouth.

A few moments later Porsche’s pants were already thrown somewhere on the floor, and Kinn’s imperious movements were pushing his knees apart, trembling, but easily yielding to any whim of Kinn. What was left of the man’s immaculate suit was discarded along with his boxers, revealing to Porsche a delightful view of a desirable, pumped-up body that drove him crazy every fucking time.

Surrendering himself entirely to Kinn’s power, Porsche raised his hands above the head, clasping his wrists in the way he knew Kinn liked to squeeze them with his own hand. Kinn’s dark eyes glittered, examining the heated body in front of him, and Porsche closed his eyes, giving up and letting himself get the long-awaited pleasure.

Kinn already barely restrained himself, on the tip of his reddened cock there were droplets of pre-come, which Porsche wanted to lick sinfully, feeling the taste of his beloved man in his mouth. Kinn’s presence next to him made Porsche almost a madman, whose thoughts and feelings were completely focused on the existence of another person. And for Porsche now it seemed impossible to live without touching, kissing Kinn, feeling his movements inside his own body.

"U-uh-uh, Kinn, uh…"

Tightly clasping Porsche’s cock with his palm, Kinn reached out with his free hand to the bottle of lube lying under the pillow, left there since their morning together. Opening it with a habitual movement, he squeezed out a whole bunch of cool liquid on his palm and the cock, forcing Porsche to arch his back like a cat, exposing himself.

The lube instantly spread over the entire length with the wide movements of Kinn’s hand up and down the cock, and he hastily smeared it over the balls, heavy with the arousal, and the tight open hole. Porsche was still so perfectly ready for him that Kinn immediately plugged him with two fingers, almost without encountering resistance.

Porsche tried to instinctively relax, taking them and greedily gulping air. Feeling the already familiar light fullness, he moaned uncontrollably in time with the thrusts of long inexorable fingers inside him and the heavy sighs of Kinn, forcing the man’s broad chest to rise and become even sexier.

"You're so fucking perfect," Kinn growled through his teeth, almost furiously pouncing on Porsche and taking him, slippery with grease, to the very base. From the sensation of both stimulations at once, Porsche excitedly moaned, rushing from side to side and choking on his own sounds.

He wanted to rush into Kinn's hot mouth, but the fingers massaging the prostate in the depths of his ass did not allow Porsche to concentrate on the rhythm of the thrusts, and he just chaotically moved his hips, which caused him to receive a tangible ringing slap on the thigh.

"Stop twitching," Kinn flashed an imperious look, releasing Porsche’s cock from his mouth with a characteristic squelching sound. It was unbearable to stop feeling the tightness of his throat, and Porsche whimpered pitifully, feeling the orgasm that was so palpably impending a moment ago recede.

"Uh, Kinn, please," for some reason Porsche raised on the elbows, immediately falling back on the sheet wet with sweat. "Please, please, please…"

"Interrupt me again, and you won't come today at all," Kinn severely punished him, again catching the pink cock-head with his lips and sliding his tongue over it right to the base. Porsche knew that these were not just threats, because Kinn could be rude and cruel when Porsche went too far, and often liked to deliberately tease Kinn, but this time he wanted to feel the wave of pleasure covering him much more quickly than ever.

Kinn resumed his forward movements with his mouth, squeezing his impossibly plump lips around Porsche’s length, painfully slowly massaging the compressed ball of nerves inside his hole. Goosebumps ran down Porsche’s skin, and his lower abdomen burned while he tore his throat from the contrast of quick and sharp stimulations from the outside and soft, unhurried movements inside.

No one has ever made Porsche feel like this: shattering every second, putting himself back together, only to be shattered again the next moment. And when Kinn pinched the most intimate point of pleasure inside Porsche’s hole with his fingers, swallowing saliva and allowing Porsche’s cock to go deep into his throat, Porsche finished with such a frenzied feeling of that very bruising that for a few seconds he lost himself completely.

Porsche’s skin tingled, his knees were shaking from an overwhelming feeling of absolute pleasure, and black dots danced before his eyes. He needed at least a few seconds to recover, but Kinn, that selfish bastard, didn't give a damn about it.

Abruptly getting up on the bed, he pulled his fingers out of Porsche, grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, painfully pulling back his hair and lifting his head so as to open his mouth with one precise movement of the hand and put his impressive thick cock there, despite Porsche’s dissatisfied grunts.

Just a few deep thrusts brought Kinn to the edge while Porsche intuitively swallowed his cock, still feeling so soft and boneless after orgasm, like cotton wool. Kinn was almost growling, aggressively pushing into Porsche’s throat and pushing his mouth open to the limit on his thickness. Porsche was choking on saliva and moaning hollowly, either from pain or from frenzied excitement.

"Uh-ummh…"

"Come on, baby," Kinn barely breathed, furiously pushing into him again and again. "Ah, Porsche, Porsche…"

When Kinn’s cock began to twitch and throb in his mouth, Porsche felt this throbbing in the throat with pleasure, praying not to choke, but nevertheless blissful from the feeling of Kinn deep inside him.

Together with his muffled moan, which reached Porsche as if through a veil, Kinn poured our the hot, bitter cum flooding Porsche’s throat and the root of his tongue. Porsche slightly choked and clinged with the nails to Kinn's hands holding him with a steel grip. Kinn didn't let go of him until he poured himself out completely, pushing again and again and moaning with pleasure in his deep, low voice.

Porsche needed to breathe, because his lungs were burning from lack of air and his throat was sore from Kinn’s animalistic pressure, but when Kinn leaned towards him, collecting beads of sweat from forehead with his lips, Porsche greedily bit into them, kissing him until sparks from his eyes and wanting to marked Kinn only his forever.

For a while they kissed almost gently, hugging each other and kissing the droplets of cum and lube left in the corners of their lips. Kinn gently pulled Porsche towards him, sitting up on the bed and putting Porsche on his lap, repeating the exact pose with which it all started that evening. Kinn’s aching tenderness was such a contrast to how cruelly he was ruining Porsche’s mouth a few minutes earlier that Porsche’s head was spinning, and his hands were hugging Kinn by themselves, trying to pull him closer.

His lips gently caressed Porsche’s, who was drowning in peaceful bliss, tightly pressed against Kinn’s hot body and relaxed, with eyes closed and without a single coherent thought in his head. Porsche could spend some more time like this, and then fall asleep, climbing on his personal beast with all arms and legs. But when he felt the skillful fingers slip into his stretched hole again, drawing only patterns they understood and pushing the tight walls apart, Porsche realized that Kinn was not going to let him go so easily.

With each new thrust of Kinn’s fingers into his hole, Porsche became more and more greedy for kisses, no longer measured and smooth, but more and more assertive and demanding.

"Mhm, please..." Porsche groaned capriciously, leaning on Kinn’s shoulders to lower himself as much as possible on ruthless fingers. "Take me, Kinn!"

Kinn grinned, grabbing Porsche by the scruff of the neck with his free hand, as he liked to do most of all, pulling the skin on the neck to the limit — just a little more and it will tear.

"What a demanding little fox," he said, sucking on the area of skin exposed for him, covered with dark spots from his wild caresses. "No matter how many times I fuck you, it will never be enough for you."

Kinn’s fingers felt so great inside Porsche, and he tried to squeeze them inside as hard as possible to increase the pressure on his tight hole. His already hard cock rested against Kinn’s tense torso, leaving traces of the newly appeared pre-come on the snow-white skin, soiling it and finally spoiling Kinn’s fucking perfect image.

Porsche hated this man more than anything in the world, hated his face, his beautiful face that he saw in front of him every time he closed his eyes. Porsche hated his always well-groomed hair and thick, wide eyebrows, which made him look darker and more dangerous. And he hated his eyes with a veil of unbridled adoration that burned in them every time Kinn looked at him.

"Because it's you," Porsche replied, breathing the words into his mouth. "It’s you who I always want…"

It seems that with these words the last line between them was erased, the last cold wall was broken and the last candle lit, illuminating their path from their very first meeting to this moment in which they finally and irrevocably gave themselves to each other.

Kinn pressed down on Porsche’s lower back, forcing him to bend and relax his muscles, releasing his fingers so that in the next moment he pushed in Porsche’s ass with all his length, imperiously and possessively lowering Porsche onto his rock hard cock, bursting him to pain in every vertebra.

Kinn personally guided Porsche’s every move, holding his cheeks and encouraging him to ride him as if Porsche was created only to satisfy him.

"Porsche, uh, uh, Porsche…"

It felt good, it felt so good. Kinn’s hands, lips and thick cock did whatever they wanted with Porsche’s body, while Porsche himself could only moan, choke with screams and beg Kinn to never stop and stay inside him for as long as he could.

"You're mine, only mine," Kinn muttered, pulling Porsche into a passionate, exciting kiss again and again, and Porsche would never be able to answer what made him feel like he was drowning in hot lava: Kinn’s words or his movements.

"I'm yours," Porsche echoed, answering him with the same intensity.

They were both crazy, breaking into an exorbitantly wild pace, fucking each other to sparks, showering with kisses and absorbing without a trace. Porsche felt that he had dissolved into Kinn, breathing his air and feeling his closeness with every cell of his body, and more than anything he wanted Kinn to feel the same. And Kinn felt the same, with each new push in a crazy rhythm, knocking out the remnants of reason from Porsche, appropriating to himself and claiming Porsche his from now until the end.

"Oh-uh, Kinn," Porsche whispered half—deliriously, biting into Kinn’s lower lip and listening to his heavy hoarse sighs. "I'm already close, so close-uh, uh…"

"Come on, come for me" Kinn ordered, and the sound of his voice sent a wave of tingling excitement down Porsche’s spine as his hips shook and, unable to restrain him any longer, he poured right onto Kinn’s chest, without ceasing to moan in all the already torn throat.

Kinn's eyes wildly glittered, and, making Porsche ride his cock hard several times, Kinn came after him with a deep, drawn-out moan, filling Porsche to overflowing with his hot cum.

"Oh my god, Porsche..." he whispered hoarsely, trying to catch his breath, as if he had just run a sprint, and lifted Porsche by the hips to pull his cock out of his reddened swollen ass.

Exhausted, Kinn immediately fell on the bed and pulled Porsche after him.

Porsche thought he passed out for a few minutes, exhausted and completely satisfied, because the next time he opened his eyes, Kinn was already clean and was wiping him with a dry towel, gently passing a fluffy thing over the inside of his thighs.

"Kinn?" Porsche asked in confusion of how much time had actually passed and whether he should take care of himself. There were no traces of lube and cum on him anymore, but he was still sweaty as hell, and Kinn's cum was warming inside him.

"It's all right, little fox, sleep," Kinn replied calmly, but there were those notes of overwhelming tenderness in his voice, to which Porsche gradually began to attach himself. "Don't worry about anything."

"Don’t wanna sleep without you," Porsche purred sleepily into the pillow, finding Kinn’s wrist with the palm and pulling the man closer.

Kinn obediently obeyed, throwing the towel on the floor, and climbed fully onto the bed, pulling Porsche to him and covering both of them with a blanket. Porsche was flooded with a feeling of absolute safeness and comfort, and he closed his eyes, nuzzling Kinn’s chest and inhaling the favorite smell of his skin mixed with sweat and sex.

For the first time in his life Porsche fell asleep on Kinn's chest without worrying about what would the next day bring them. He didn't know then how far their relationship would go in the future and how complicated it would become over time, but even if he knew, he would never be able to give it up.

Porsche just wanted to wake up in the arms of the person he wanted so much and finally got.

Hoping that it will last forever.