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“Ah!”

Porsche gripped the duvet cover, twisting it in his fists as he cried out. Sweat was dripping off his nose and chin to the bed. He’d worry that he was wrecking the sheets, but they weren’t his and sweat was going to be the least of their issues in a moment.

“Fuck,” he swore, “I’m going to come.”

The hand on his right hip disappeared for a moment, then came to rest between his shoulder blades, pushing him down face first.

“Then come.”

Turning his face so that he wasn’t being smothered, Porsche gasped for air.

“You said no,” he reminded the man behind him, groaning when the thrusts turned to grinding.

“Are you asking nicely?”

Porsche nodded.

A laugh, then a firm hand curled around him, stroking in counterpoint to the cock wreaking havoc on his ass.

That was as close to permission as he’d get, so Porsche let himself get swept away in pleasure.

He was bordering on the verge of over-sensitivity when there was a soft curse from behind him and a heavy weight bearing down on his hips.

Porsche allowed himself to be pushed completely down on the bed, relaxing into the incredibly soft mattress with a groan.

Kinn wasn’t one for lingering and he proved it once more by pulling out almost right away.

Porsche winced as Kinn’s cock slipped free.

“Uh uh,” Kinn warned when Porsche went to move, “stay.”

“So it’s that kind of night, huh?” Porsche turned his head to try to get a look of the man. “Bad day at work?”

Kinn’s hand came down in a sharp slap against Porsche’s ass, making him yelp.

Right, he didn’t like it when Porsche alluded to what he did.

Even though Kinn had never openly come out and said it, Porsche was well aware what the Theerapanyakul family did. He’d have to be deaf and blind to not know.

Rolling onto his back, Porsche spread his legs and motioned for Kinn to come back.

Kinn slowly lowered himself on top of Porsche, mouth hovering just an inch away.

“You want me again?” Porsche asked. When Kinn didn’t answer, he reached up to set his hands on Kinn’s broad shoulders. Sweeping his left hand up to tug gently at soft hair. “Is that it? You want me to stay open and ready for you?”

Dark eyes met his as Kinn’s breathing deepened.

Humming, Porsche lifted himself up to kiss him teasingly.

Once.

Twice.

On the third kiss, Kinn deepened it and Porsche had to hold back his smile at Kinn’s predictability.

“As much as I would enjoy that,” Kinn sighed, “I have to head home soon.”

Porsche could have pouted and probably convinced Kinn to stay in bed longer, but he nodded and kissed the corner of Kinn’s mouth. “I’m going to go shower, if that’s alright. Will you be gone when I’m done?”

“No,” Kinn rolled away, “I’m not in that much of a rush.”

Porsche watched as Kinn grabbed a robe and left the bedroom, probably to make a call of some sort.

Wincing as he stretched, he rose from the bed.

In recent months, Porsche had learned that no matter how luxurious the bathrooms might be in hotels like this one, they were always cold. Marble. Metal. All of it at sharp angles except for when the designer had chosen an exaggerated curve to make life particularly difficult for whoever had to clean the fucking room.

Rich people.

The suite was on permanent reservation for Kinn, something about it being a gift from a friend, Porsche remembered him saying. The conversation hadn’t stuck in his mind, considering that Kinn had promptly pinned him against a glass wall dozens of stories in the air and eaten him out until he’d actually cried.

The memory of that weekend made Porsche grin.

Kinn had wanted to stake his claim on every part of the suite and by the end of it, neither of them had been able to walk properly. He’d been finding new bruises for days afterwards.

Glaring at the overly high tech shower, Porsche turned on the hot water.

He wasn’t much for lingering either.

—————————————————————————

Kinn sipped his scotch, waiting for Porsche to come out of the bedroom, freshly clean with an exaggerated walk to tease Kinn.

He’d probably say something silly and wink and Kinn would, despite his better judgement, laugh. Porsche was very good at making him laugh.

And that…

That was a fucking problem for him.

It had started simply enough. Porsche was who Kinn called when he needed to bend someone in half and make them feel him for days afterwards.

He was, for lack of a better term, a sturdy fuck for Kinn when Kinn wanted one.

The gangster’s tastes often ran in the other direction, towards the delicate and dainty. But while the men who fit that description rotated in and out of Kinn’s bed, Porsche was consistent over the last four months.

Porsche knew what Kinn needed and gave it to him.

It had not escaped Kinn’s notice that he was beginning to send for Porsche more often. Almost regularly, one might even say.

Tae had noticed months ago and after a little teasing, he’d slapped some papers into Kinn’s hand on his birthday and declared, “Stop making the boy travel so much.”

“Kinn,” Porsche complained as he stepped into the living room that Tae had gifted Kinn specifically for them to have somewhere consistent to fuck without Kinn having to let anyone into his home, “not all of us get carried from place to place.”

Kinn lowered his glass and chuckled.

“Do you want me to arrange for that service?” he asked. “Have someone carry you from your place to my bed and back so I can fuck you as hard as I like?”

Porsche’s answering grin was almost vicious in a way that Kinn very much liked.

“Are you saying that you’ve been holding back?” he suggested, giving Kinn a slow up and down.

Kinn met Porsche’s eyes and let him figure out the answer for himself. The grin faltered as Porsche read his expression, but it transformed into a smile that invited Kinn to stop holding back and do his worst.

“I’d like to discuss our arrangement,” Kinn forced himself to say what he’d been putting off all evening.

As soon as he said it, Porsche tensed up, perhaps concerned that Kinn was going to end things.

“Sit,” Kinn instructed.

Porsche sat, but on the other end of the couch.

“I’d like to make it exclusive.”

Porsche blinked. “Exclusive?”

Kinn rolled the liquid in his glass.

“It means that you wouldn’t see anyone else.”

Relaxing, Porsche leaned against the arm of the couch.

“I wouldn’t?”

“No,” Kinn replied. “It would be me and me alone. If you’re worried that our current set-up wouldn’t cover your costs with the loss of,” other clients, he meant to say, but Kinn hated the thought of others putting their hands and mouths on Porsche, which is why he was doing this in the first place, “other business, there’s no need. I would pay.”

“Why?” Porsche was studying Kinn like he was about to start pulling him apart to shuffle through his insides.

Because I don’t want anyone else enjoying you the way that I do.

“I wouldn’t be fucking anyone else either,” Kinn admitted.

“That wasn’t what I was going to say,” Porsche told him. “Why do you want to change things? Is something wrong?”

“Business is fine, if that’s what you’re wondering," Kinn said as he shook his head. "I don't want to use condoms."

Porsche was considering, running invisible calculations in his head and Kinn waited him out.

There were a few false starts, but Kinn was a patient enough man. He watched Porsche. This was a gamble. He had no reason to think that Porsche would turn him down, but it also wouldn’t come as a surprise if he did.

The other man valued his independence, had made it clear from the beginning that Kinn paying him didn’t mean that Kinn owned him in the slightest.

Kinn blinked. Wait a moment. Was Porsche blushing?

“You’re my only client.”

Kinn wasn’t even sure how to describe the feeling in his belly when Porsche’s words fully registered in his head.

“What?” His voice may have come out as a croak.

Porsche twiddled his thumbs. “You’re the only client I have.”

“No, I understood that,” Kinn replied. “I’m wondering why.”

“You cover the expenses that I have. More than, actually,” Porsche admitted, not making eye contact. “I’ve been —“

“Been what?” Kinn leaned towards Porsche, setting his hand on Porsche’s thigh.

“Going to classes again.”

“Good.” Kinn squeezed Porsche’s leg. “You won’t have to change your schedule,” he assured him. “We’ll work around your classes and assignments if need be.”

“That isn’t what I —“ Porsche hesitated. “You don’t have to pay more.”

Kinn chuckled. A business man, Porsche was not.

“Think of it as you have re-negotiated your contract with me,” he suggested.

“How often?” Porsche asked. “Every day?”

“I’m hurt that you think I have that kind of free time,” Kinn teased. “Twice a week, although there may be times that I,” he paused, “reach out for a last minute visit. But it will be up to you whether you agree to those on a case by case basis.”

Porsche’s uncertainty was written all over him, so Kinn pulled back.

“Take a few days to think about it,” he suggested. “You can call me when you’ve decided.”

“Is there a,” Porsche tapped his fingers on his leg, “deadline for the offer?”

Kinn leaned back. “Not exactly, but if you’ve said nothing to me by the end of the week, I would assume that your answer was no.”

“Oh?”

“If you have to think that hard about it, you’ve already decided,” Kinn pointed out gently. If Porsche wasn’t enthusiastic about the change, then there was little point in making it.

It would burn though, that rejection. Kinn wasn’t sure what he would do if it came to that.

A slight shift in Porsche’s posture made Kinn’s focus snap back to the present.

“I don’t need that much time,” Porsche replied. “I agree to the changes.”

Tension that had been building in Kinn for days, weeks, ever since he’d had this idea, evaporated.

And like that, they were off. Porsche wasn’t interested in doing any kind of negotiation to raise his rate, so Kinn just sighed and told him what his new monthly allowance was.

“That’s too much,” Porsche started to protest, but Kinn set his fingers to Porsche’s lips and shook his head.

“If you complain,” Kinn warned, “I’ll raise it.”

Porsche’s mouth opened, then clicked shut.

Only Porsche could be threatened with more money.

It was unbearably cute.

——————————————————————————

As Porsche got out of the car with a nod to the guard who was responsible for dropping him off that night (always a few blocks away from the house, as per his agreement with Kinn), he was still reeling over his conversation with Kinn.

The offer had come as a surprise.

Then again, everything about Kinn came as a surprise and had since the moment that Porsche had heard his name.

Porsche had been at work when Yok had come to him and passed a file over. He could still remember that particular conversation.

Four months earlier

“What’s this?” Porsche asked, picking up the file folder. “Giving me a raise?”

Yok winced. “Not entirely wrong but,” she glanced away, “you remember a couple of nights ago when those VIPs came in?”

Everything about the group had screamed trouble, but they’d been polite and tipped well.

“Yeah.”

“One of them, Kinn, he’s interested in you.”

Porsche’s eyes widened and he opened the folder. It was…a contract?

“I said that you didn’t do that kind of thing,” Yok went on, “but he requested that I pass that along to you. If you’re interested, there’s some contact information.”

“That kind of thing?” Porsche looked up at Yok, waiting for this to make sense.

She sighed and leaned over to pat his hand.

“It means, dear Porsche, he wants to pay you a great deal of money so that he can fuck you.”

And she hadn’t been kidding about the great deal of money. When Porsche had finally managed to read the contract, the numbers involved had made his throat dry up.

As had the list of acceptable sex acts, a portion of which Porsche had never even heard of before. After an enlightening evening on the internet, he’d been unable to resist.

So he called and set up a meeting over the phone with someone who wasn’t even Kinn.

What the fuck did the guy do that he had this much money?

Porsche was unable to recall whether he’d heard any mention of business the few times he’d gone to drop off drinks.

He hadn’t even noticed that one of the group was paying any particular attention to him.

But one of them was willing to drop what Porsche would call an obscene amount of money just to fuck him.

He was intrigued.

He didn’t tell anyone where he was going and why, except for Yok, who had promptly sat him down and given him a Talk about the importance of setting limits early, especially with rich men.

“If he thinks he can buy anything from you, he’ll try,” she had warned. “Next thing you know, he’s trying to own your entire life and you don’t want that, Porsche.”

Almost as soon as he set foot into the hotel lobby, Porsche felt out of place. He’d worn plain clothing, things that would be just as likely to let him fade in with the staff, but from his short inspection, he was pretty sure that they were better dressed as well.

He should leave. This had been a mistake.

“Khun Porsche,” a stoic man in a suit greeted him before Porsche could make a move to flee, “this way.”

The man lifted his hand to his ear.

“Tell Khun Kinn that his guest has arrived. I’m escorting him in now.”

Fuck, he never should have come here. But running now just seemed cowardly and Porsche was many things, but coward had never been one of them. Straightening up, he followed the man towards an elevator.

He had to stop himself from fidgeting as they went up a few floors, to a restaurant, apparently.

A couple was at the doors, so Porsche slowed to let the host escort them inside first.

“What do you mean it’s closed?” the man demanded.

“I’m sorry, but it’s been reserved for a private party,” the employee explained, eyes widening when he saw the man next to Porsche. He didn’t even seem to notice Porsche, but he stepped aside to allow them to enter.

“That’s the private party?” the woman snapped as someone just inside the doors shut them behind Porsche and his escort, preventing him from hearing anything further.

As soon as Porsche saw Kinn, sitting at a table and texting, he recognized him as the man who had glared at Porsche the entire evening that the group had been at Hum Bar. And that was who wanted to pay to have the privilege of sticking it in Porsche?

Kinn set down his phone and rose. Porsche didn’t know many people who wore burgundy suits, but this was the second one he’d seen on this particular man and he couldn’t say that it didn’t suit him.

A mostly unbuttoned black shirt gave Porsche a clear view to some very defined chest muscles and why on earth was this man paying for sex?

He was young, good looking, threw money around like it was just paper. Porsche had read the contract and sure, there’d been some things he wasn’t sure about, but there hadn’t been anything that had seemed particularly off-putting either.

“Porsche,” Kinn greeted him, lips curling into the first smile he’d ever seen from Kinn.

He found himself hoping that it would not be the last.

“I suppose that makes you Kinn,” Porsche replied, extending his hand to shake Kinn’s.

But Kinn didn’t shake it. Instead, he lifted it to his lips and pressed a kiss to Porsche’s knuckles, looking up at Porsche the whole time.

Fuck.

Kinn lowered his hand, grinning as he did, clearly aware of his effect on Porsche.

“Take a seat,” he invited Porsche.

Porsche moved to do just that, only for the chair to be pulled back for him by the guy in the suit.

“Your assistant?” Porsche asked when he was tucked into the table.

Kinn chuckled. “Big is my guard,” he explained.

Guard.

Who the fuck was Kinn?

“Something to drink?” Kinn asked.

Porsche didn’t want to be impaired, so he shook his head.

“I’m good with water,” he said, picking up a glass and the decanter. “Why don’t we cut to the chase?”

“Your boss said that I wasn’t your usual clientele,” Kinn remarked, “and I’m not interested in someone who isn’t capable of at least pretending to be interested in me.”

Usual clientele?

What was he —

I said that you didn’t do that kind of thing.

That’s what Yok had told Porsche she’d said. Had Kinn misinterpreted those words to mean that Porsche didn’t normally fuck men rather than that Porsche didn’t fuck people for money?

Porsche sipped his water, letting it settle in his mouth for a moment before swallowing.

“So you only want to fuck me if I can get it up?”

Kinn frowned across the table at Porsche and all of a sudden, Porsche felt like he was about to be scolded by a teacher for fooling around in class.

“I have no doubt that I can make you enjoy it,” Kinn replied, sharper than he’d spoken so far today, “but I’m not interested in someone who’s reluctant and acts like sucking cock is an affront to his manhood.”

Oh.

Yeah, Porsche could understand that.

“And if I said it wouldn’t be a problem?” Porsche asked, trying to lighten the mood.

Kinn tapped the arm of his chair, the harshness melting away with a heated look that was very focused on Porsche’s mouth. “I’d need to judge that for myself.”

Smiling, Porsche leaned forwards, setting his elbows on the table.

“I’m probably not as skilled as your usual type though,” he pointed out. “Will I lose out on points for being an amateur?”

The heat grew and Kinn smiled.

“Why don’t we test it?”

“Right now?” Porsche glanced around.

“Not here. I have a room,” Kinn laughed.

Porsche sat up.

“You do?”

“Yes. I’m here for business often.”

And that explained how comfortable Kinn was here. How accommodating the staff had been the whole time.

Kinn was, objectively speaking, one of the hottest men that Porsche had ever met.

But he hadn’t come here today ready to get bent over and railed. Kinn seemed like he would be intense and, Porsche couldn’t help glancing down at Kinn’s lap despite the table in the way, not small.

“I’m not ready to fuck you,” Porsche admitted quietly. “Not today.”

“Of course,” Kinn agreed. “I was thinking along the line of hands, maybe mouths.”

Porsche laughed. “I only have one.”

Humming, Kinn leaned towards Porsche.

“But I do also and I have every intention of making sure that you enjoy yourself,” he promised.

Fuck.

What was he supposed to do now? The contract had been about blocks of time and an array of sexual acts. Was Porsche supposed to negotiate a trial fee or something?

Kinn’s fingers on the inside of his wrist startled him from his thoughts.

“If you’d like to negotiate a higher rate, I’m open to discussion.”

Higher rate?

“What?” Porsche managed to choke out.

Kinn’s grin was wicked.

“If I’m going to deflower you, I should probably pay for the privilege,” he remarked.

Porsche’s cheeks burned. Deflower. Like he was some kind of virgin.

Wait, he was.

“That —“ he croaked, then took a sip of water. “That isn’t necessary.”

Kinn hummed.

“Shall we?”

Porsche nodded.

Kinn was out of his seat, hand extended before Porsche could even blink.

He let Kinn help him up, but Kinn didn’t let go as he guided Porsche back out of the restaurant.

Kinn’s hand on his lower back was hot, nearly burning through Porsche’s thin shirt as they waited for the elevator to arrive.

Behind them, two bodyguards followed.

They obviously knew where this was going. Did everyone else too? Did they see him standing next to a rich man and know that he was nothing but a —

“What’s wrong?” Kinn asked, half turning towards Porsche. “Have you changed your mind? You can, you know. Just say the word and this is over.”

Porsche shook his head, but he was spared having to reply by the elevator doors opening with a chime. One of the guards stepped in first, looking around and then turning to nod at them.

Kinn guided Porsche inside, followed by the other guard, who pressed the button for the top floor.

Of course he had booked a room on the top floor.

Kinn’s hand slid a little lower.

“I do mean that,” he told Porsche. “If you want this to stop, you tell me and it does. It doesn’t matter how far along we are, I’m not interested in making you do something you don’t want to.”

Porsche could feel his cheeks heating up.

“I heard you the first time,” he said, barely stopping himself from gritting his teeth.

Kinn nodded and the elevator came to a stop. Again, the guards moved first.

It was unbelievably weird, but as Kinn led Porsche out of the elevator, the sense of excitement building in his belly grew.

“Clear, Khun Kinn,” one of the guards said, stepping out of the room.

“Thank you, Ken. I’m not to be disturbed unless it’s an emergency. And I mean it when I say emergency,” Kinn added.

Oh fuck, Porsche realized, every single one of the men in this hallway knew what this was. Knew why Kinn didn’t want to be disturbed.

“Porsche,” Kinn said, nudging him gently inside.

The room was gorgeous, high above Bangkok with a view that most people never got to see.

Porsche walked to the window and Kinn followed.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked. “I never get used to it.”

That was a surprise. It seemed obvious that Kinn had been raised with a golden spoon, so Porsche could only imagine how many views like this he’d seen.

“Can I kiss you?” Kinn asked.

Porsche’s breath caught. Slowly, he turned around so that he was facing Kinn. He nodded.

Kinn didn’t kiss Porsche right away. No, he teased, running his lips over Porsche’s jaw without even really touching the skin, Pressing his lips ever so gently to Porsche’s cheekbones.

When he finally did kiss Porsche, Porsche was ready to climb out of his skin. He grasped the back of Kinn’s head and held him tightly, deepening the kiss almost as soon as it started.

Laughing, Kinn indulged him.

“Eager?” Kinn asked, pulling away with a hand wrapping in Porsche’s hair holding him back. “And I thought I might get you up here only to find out that you’re not into this. I don’t think we’re going to have that problem, are we?”

Porsche shook his head. Men as sexual partners had always been…an intellectual possibility. But before agreeing to come upstairs with Kinn, that’s all they’d been.

“Good. Now, take off your clothes. I want to see you.”

It wasn’t often that Porsche had sex naked, considering he was usually in the back room at work, so it was almost embarrassing to begin undressing.

Kinn picked up on it and reached out to touch his hand.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I just,” Porsche swallowed, “don’t usually get naked.”

Kinn blinked in surprise.

“Do you not want to?” he asked carefully.

“It’s not that,” Porsche said. “Just feels different, that’s all.”

Nodding, Kinn took his hand away.

“Would you prefer to keep them on?”

Instead of answering verbally, Porsche undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt.

He never would have imagined that taking off his clothes could feel this —

Vulnerable.

His cock was certainly interested though.

Before he could push his underwear down, Kinn stopped him.

“I think I’d like to take those off,” he said softly as his hands settled on Porsche’s hips, “if I may?”

“Yes.”

Then Kinn’s hands were sliding downwards until the last bit of clothing on Porsche’s body dropped to the ground.

He had expected Kinn to look at him right away, but instead, Kinn maintained eye contact as he leaned in for a kiss.

Then, he stepped back and he stared.

——————————————————————

Very little about Porsche aligned with Kinn’s usual type.

Kinn didn’t think he’d ever wanted anyone this much.

“Fuck,” Kinn said, walking around him, “you’re even more beautiful than I thought you would be.”

The praise sent ripples down Porsche’s spine and Kinn noticed. Stepping closer, he set his left hand to Porsche’s hip, then slowly slid it towards Porsche’s front.

“Don’t you want me to — first,” Porsche started to say, but Kinn shook his head.

“I thought I was pretty clear about the fact that I’m not just looking for a hole to fuck,” Kinn murmured, his fingertips coming into contact with the root of Porsche’s cock. Pressing down slightly, he drew a gasp from Porsche. Kinn grinned.

He’d second guessed himself when the woman who owned the bar said that Porsche didn’t do this kind of thing, but he had wanted the young man so very, very badly.

It had been worth the gamble.

Every inch of Porsche was unbelievably pretty.

Kinn was going to give Porsche everything that he deserved, spoil him rotten with gifts and touch and pleasure.

Porsche hardened quickly in Kinn’s hand, filling out as he bit back moans. Which wouldn’t do at all.

Reaching up, Kinn tugged his lip free of his teeth.

“I want to hear you,” he instructed. “You do not hide that from me.”

Porsche nodded, his eyes wide.

“Good boy,” Kinn told him, rewarding him with a kiss and the renewed movement on his cock.

Watching Porsche, Kinn wanted to see what his face looked like in every stage of pleasure.

“Relax,” Kinn said, “lean on me.”

It took Porsche a moment, but eventually he leaned back, letting his head fall back onto Kinn’s shoulder as Kinn jerked him off in front of all of Bangkok.

As he tightened his fist, he realized something.

“Are you trying to hold back for me?” Kinn asked. “You are, aren’t you? You’re trying not to come.”

Porsche shivered, but didn’t deny it.

Was he worried it was too soon, that he was coming too quickly?

“But I want you to,” Kinn said. “I want to watch that.”

He set his other hand on Porsche’s belly, pulling Porsche back.

Porsche moaned when he felt Kinn’s erection against his back, wriggling a little.

“I want you to come first,” Kinn went on, “and then after that, you can get on your knees.”

There was a whine and then Porsche was coming. Kinn stroked him through it watching every minute shift of expression.

One second, it was relief, then ecstasy, surprise.

“There we are,” Kinn praised him, slowing his hand down and then stopping.

When he was sure that Porsche could stand without help, he let go and stepped away from him to wipe his hand on a tissue.

Turning around, he saw that Porsche had followed him and was already dropping to his knees.

Oh, fucking Porsche was going to be an absolute delight.

Kinn undid his belt, then his pants.

“Shirt too,” Porsche said, then flushed, “please.”

Smiling, Kinn stripped. Porsche watched with interest, his lower lip dropping slightly when Kinn was down his black boxer-briefs.

He couldn’t help himself, he reached out and set his thumb on that full lower lip and pressed down ever so slightly.

Porsche’s mouth opened wider as he looked up at Kinn and Kinn wanted to grab him by the neck and consume him.

——————————————————————

“Aren’t you sweet?” Kinn said, running his thumb back and forth over Porsche’s lips.

Something about that annoyed Porsche, so he moved his mouth further down Kinn’s thumb and then closed his teeth around it.

Kinn just laughed, his other fingers gripping Porsche’s chin and yanking up.

“Don’t like being called sweet?” he teased. He shook Porsche’s head back and forth. “No, I bet you don’t. I’m sure you’re very tough,” he said it like he was indulging Porsche.

Letting go of Kinn’s thumb, Porsche tilted his head back.

“Do you want to test that out?” he asked.

Kinn hummed.

“Another day perhaps. Now, are you going to behave or would you like to play games?”

Porsche opened his mouth and, reaching up to take Kinn’s hand in his, slipped two fingers into his mouth and closed his lips around them.

Kinn’s eyes darkened.

“And you’ve never done this before?” he commented, pushing his fingers further back for a second, then pulling them right out. “Answer.”

“No,” Porsche admitted.

“Have you had your cock sucked?”

Porsche glared up at him, then rolled his eyes and nodded.

“I’ll guide you if you want,” Kinn said, stroking Porsche’s face with his spit-slick fingers. “Otherwise, just explore. Find out what makes me moan. What makes me try to thrust into your mouth. What makes me come.”

Rather than answering, Porsche just reached up to tug Kinn’s underwear off, only to be stopped by Kinn’s hands.

“Uh uh,” Kinn warned, “ask.”

“Can I take them off?” Porsche asked.

Kinn let go of him, settling one hand on the back of Porsche’s head as he said, “Yes, you may.”

Porsche had, like he’d told Kinn, never sucked a cock in his life.

That being said, he’d maybe been present in more than a few discussions about the best ways to go around sucking one. Combine that with his experiences on the receiving end, he had an idea about how to do it.

Kinn was thick and long, so the decision to focus on the head was driven almost entirely by self-preservation.

Leaning forward, he licked at the tip, circling his hand around the base.

He sucked on the head, exploring with his tongue as Kinn’s breathing grew ever so slightly louder.

Earlier, Kinn had called him a good boy and it had made Porsche feel hot.

“That’s it,” Kinn said, stroking a hand through Porsche’s hair. “A little deeper.”

He flushed at the praise and did as he was told, taking Kinn a little further into his mouth.

Kinn moaned

“There we are.”

Porsche would have never in a million years said that blowing someone would make him feel like this, warm and slow, like honey right before it starts to fall from a tipped spoon.

“Good, just like that.”

They carried on like that, Porsche enjoying the way that Kinn’s breathing was speeding up in reaction to what he was doing with his hands and mouth, until suddenly he was being yanked off.

Porsche made a noise of confusion as Kinn started to jerk himself off.

“Don’t think you’re ready to swallow yet,” he teased and he wasn’t wrong.

“Fuck,” Kinn grunted, “I’m gonna come on your neck.”

Porsche nodded. Kinn hadn’t let go of his hair and he shivered when Kinn’s grip tightened.

“Ah!” Kinn gasped.

Unsure of what to do, Porsche stroked up and down Kinn’s thighs as he came.

It was a little strange, having someone else’s cum on him. It felt so much more pointed, purposeful.

Kinn held out a hand.

“Let’s clean you up.”

“I can do it,” Porsche started to say, but Kinn clicked his tongue in displeasure. “Okay.”

Kinn wiped him down with a wet cloth carefully.

“You did well.”

Porsche wanted to squirm at the praise, but he just nodded.

“Your mouth certainly lives up to the promise,” Kinn said as he tossed the cloth into the sink.

It wasn’t as awkward as Porsche had thought it would be to get dressed again. Kinn was slower, more careful, as he redid buttons and zippers.

But eventually he was fully clothed again too.

Was Porsche supposed to leave? How did this work?

His thoughts were interrupted by Kinn speaking again.

“I will admit that I was not entirely honest on the version of the contract that I had delivered to you,” Kinn said and Porsche tensed.

“What’s that mean?”

Kinn sighed and, reaching into his pocket, pulled out a ring that he slipped onto his pointer finger.

Well, at least it wasn’t that he was married.

“My full name doesn’t appear in it anywhere,” he replied. “It’s Anakinn Theerapanyakul.”

Even Porsche knew that name.

The Theerapanyakuls owned a considerable chunk of Bangkok and not all of it legally.

And that ring? Porsche could guess that it meant he was a key part of the family. The man standing across from him had power enough to crush Porsche into dust.

But he hadn’t. Didn’t seem to be interested in it either.

“Why are you telling me now then?” Porsche asked.

Kinn leaned against the table.

“I have to be cautious,” he said. “I didn’t know if you could be trusted with that yet, but this,” he tapped the envelope on the table, “has my name on it. I want you to make an informed choice. Everything else is the same.”

Porsche swallowed, still confused about why Kinn was even interested in him in the first place.

“Look it over,” Kinn told him. “My card, the one with my personal line, is inside. If you decide to sign, call me. Either way, the agreed upon amount will be transferred to your account.”

With that, Kinn stood and left without a backwards glance.

If he had looked back, Porsche would have told him that he was going to sign, but he didn’t, so Porsche waited three days before picking up the phone.

“Porsche,” Kinn’s voice greeted him. He didn’t ask how Kinn had known who it was. He hadn’t even asked Porsche for any of his banking information, but the money had shown up in Porsche’s account without fanfare.

“I’ve just signed your contract,” Porsche said, his fingers curling around the dining room chair. “Should I drop it off somewhere or —“

“I’ll send a car for you tonight,” Kinn cut him off. “If your schedule allows.”

“No. No one comes here. Not you, not your guards,” Porsche told him. “That’s my condition.”

There was silence and then, “I’ll have that added to the contract. Meet me at the hotel tonight?”

“As long as it’s after eight,” Porsche said, “I’m yours.”

Present

That statement had become more and more true the longer that this went on.

He hadn’t lied when he told Kinn that he had no other clients. And he really was back at school, no longer consumed with unending panic that he wouldn’t be able to make ends meet, but that had more to do with the fact he didn’t participate in fights anymore or jump on last minute shifts the second they were offered.

The bar.

Shit, he would have to figure out where Kinn fell on the matter of him working at the bar. At this point, Porsche didn’t need the money, but now that he didn’t have to hustle as much, he did enjoy the work.

I don’t want to quit the bar, he messaged Kinn.

Kinn, never one to text when something could be dealt with in conversation, called a few minutes later.

“I have no problem with it,” Kinn said, “so long as my schedule takes precedence.”

Porsche could agree to that.

“And no Fridays or Saturdays.”

“Those are the nights with the best tips!” Porsche said without thinking.

There was silence, then, “Do you need a bigger allowance?”

Porsche’s cheeks burned.

“No,” he admitted. “I’m just used to needing to work those nights for that reason.”

Kinn hummed in understanding.

“And I don’t care how much they offer, if any of your old clients try to —”

“They won’t,” Porsche assured him. There were no old clients for Kinn to worry about.

“Porsche, I’m not sure you realize just how tempting you look behind that bar,” Kinn sighed. “They’ll offer. You’re to turn them down.”

Swallowing, Porsche clenched his fist against the shiver that went down his spine.

“And if I don’t? You’ll withhold my allowance?”

He regretted the joke almost instantly. Fuck, what was he doing?

“No,” Kinn said slowly. “If you do that, you’ll have two choices. I’ll cut all contact with you and you’ll never see me again. The other is that you try to beg my forgiveness and maybe, just maybe, I’ll give it to you.”

There was a pause.

“And Porsche?”

“Yes?”

“Whoever it is, I’ll destroy their life so fucking thoroughly that there won’t even be anything left to rebuild.”

It shouldn’t have made Porsche desperate for a good hard fuck, but it did.

Kinn meant it. He could do it and he would.

For Porsche.

Because of Porsche.

It seemed inconceivable that he could have that kind of hold on anyone, let alone Kinn.

“I understand,” he forced himself to reply.

“Good,” Kinn said. “Is there anything else?”

There wasn’t.

——————————————————

It was the first night that he’d be seeing Porsche since they’d come to a new arrangement and Kinn felt almost giddy.

It was also the first time that Kinn had invited him to the compound, rather than meeting him at the hotel.

No matter how many times he told himself that there was nothing special about the night, he hadn’t been able to calm himself down.

He was being a fool. For a boy. One that he was paying.

The door opened behind him, but Kinn didn’t turn.

“I expected something more lair-like,” Porsche commented.

In the window, Kinn could see that Porsche’s hands were shoved into the pockets of his jeans. He’d dressed even more casually than usual and Kinn smiled as Porsche pressed against his back.

“It’s quite the view though.” Porsche hooked his chin over Kinn’s shoulder.

Kinn reached up to touch the back of Porsche’s head, stroking the baby hairs at the base of his skull.

“Do you remember,” he broke his silence, “the night that I fucked you against the bathroom window?”

Their eyes met in the glass and Porsche wrapped his arms around Kinn.

“I remember that it was the first time you made me come without touching me,” Porsche remarked. “I kept begging you but you refused.”

Kinn turned his head to the side to murmur into Porsche’s ear, “But it worked, didn’t it?”

Porsche hummed, starting to sway a little. “Are you saying that you want to press me up against the window here too?” he asked. “You want someone to have to wash my cum off the glass? I bet you do. Or maybe you’d tell me to lick it off myself.”

“No,” Kinn replied. “Because after I’m finished, I want to look at you, watch your hole try to close up again as I leak out of you.”

Porsche kissed him.

“Are you ready for that tonight?” Kinn pulled back to double check. There were condoms in his nightstand if Porsche preferred not to go bare quite yet, but Porsche’s enthusiastic nod had Kinn yanking him back in for a deeper kiss.

“Good,” Kinn praised when he pulled away, hand curling around Porsche’s neck. “Now take off your clothes and get on the bed.”

He felt Porsche swallow against his palm.

“Which,” Porsche’s voice cracked. “Where is it?”

Kinn shifted his hand in order to run his thumb up the column of Porsche’s throat, paying particular attention to the Adam’s apple.

“Kinn?”

He gestured down the hall that led to the bedroom.

“Are you going to let go of me?” Porsche asked.

Kinn smirked, tightening his hand.

“I think one day I want you to crawl there,” Kinn said. Letting go, he stepped back. “But today you can walk.”

Rather than starting to walk, Porsche dropped his hands to his pants and began to undo them.

“I could do it today,” he offered, pushing his jeans down over his hips and taking his underwear with them. Reaching up, he tugged his shirt off as well.

“I’m sure you could,” Kinn ran his eyes over the familiar sight of Porsche’s body, “but I told you to get on the bed and I expect you to do as you’re told.”

Porsche’s cock twitched at that. He liked it when Kinn ordered him around, far more than Kinn had thought he would when they first started this.

When it came to Porsche, Kinn was more than happy to be wrong about many things.

“Bed,” Kinn said, turning Porsche and nudging him in the right direction.

He waited until Porsche had gone a few steps before starting to follow, wanting to watch that perfect ass a little.

Once he was on the bed though, Kinn pounced, pressing against Porsche. He looked even better in Kinn’s bed than expected.

Kissing the back of Porsche’s neck, Kinn trailed his hand down Porsche’s ass to expose his hole.

He meant to just tease, circle the rim for a while, but it opened for him as soon as he touched it. Pushing a finger in, Kinn froze.

“Fuck,” he cursed, shoving in another immediately. “You got yourself ready for me?”

Porsche nodded, reaching down to pull himself even further open.

“You’re so good for me,” Kinn told him, kissing his face. “Were you that desperate?”

“Want you inside,” Porsche moaned.

He wanted that too, but not like this. He guided Porsche onto his back and then Kinn knelt between those perfect thighs.

“Here?” he asked, rubbing his cock up and down over Porsche’s hole.

“Yeah,” Porsche sighed.

Kinn pushed against him, but not with enough pressure to actually enter him.

“Are you sure?” Kinn teased. “You seem tight. Are you nervous?”

“Nervous that if you don’t put that thing inside of me, I’ll have to go find someone who wi —“

Porsche’s mouth fell open as Kinn bottomed out all in one thrust.

“You were saying?”

He watched Porsche’s lashes flutter, mouth open and close, tongue dart out.

“Fuck me,” Porsche gasped.

Kinn didn’t want to deny him anything, so he began to do just that.

The first time that they’d done this, that he’d managed to get fully inside of Porsche before losing it, Porsche had kept reaching down to feel where Kinn was penetrating him, eyes wide like he couldn’t believe what was happening even as he’d moaned and goaded Kinn to go faster.

Their second round had been Porsche shoving Kinn onto his back and taking all of Kinn at once before riding him like that was what Porsche had been made to do.

They’d fucked dozens of times since and Kinn wasn’t sure that Porsche hadn’t been made just to drive every rational thought from Kinn’s mind.

He was perfect.

Legs hooked over Kinn’s shoulders, Porsche was letting out an almost constant stream of noise as Kinn fucked him.

“Fuck, Kinn, it feels too good,” he groaned. “I’m gonna come. Let me touch my cock, please, pleasepleaseplease,” he started to beg.

Kinn shook his head.

Porsche hissed. “Why the fuck not?”

Kinn pulled out, dropping Porsche onto the bed.

“What?” Porsche shook his head. “No, no, come back.”

“You come when I tell you that you can come,” Kinn reminded him. “Not before.”

Porsche squirmed. “When?” he asked, clearly desperate.

Setting his fingers on Porsche’s lips, Kinn smiled. “After me.”

Normally he would ensure Porsche’s satisfaction before his own. But tonight, he wanted Porsche to finish with Kinn’s cum leaking out of him.

“Kinn,” Porsche whined. “It’s too much.”

“Do you want me to stop?” Kinn asked, touching the inside of Porsche’s thigh. “We can stop and you can go home and —“

“Fuck you,” Porsche snapped. “Get back inside of me and come already.”

Yanking Porsche to the edge of the bed, Kinn shoved back in.

“Like that?”

Nodding, Porsche clenched around him. “Come on,” he taunted Kinn. “How do you want to fuck me? You want to fuck me hard and fill me up with your cum, huh.”

Kinn started thrusting again.

“You’ve got such a big cock,” Porsche moaned. “I’m gonna ache tomorrow. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

Yes, it was. He wanted every step, every shift to be a reminder for Porsche of who had been inside of him.

Porsche squeezed around him.

“I want to feel it, Kinn,” he said.

“Feel what?”

“Your cum,” Porsche gasped. “Nobody’s ever come inside of me before. Wanna know what it feels like. Show me.”

Kinn leaned over to kiss him, needing him to shut up.

Even with his mouth occupied, Porsche still managed to make so much noise. His little whimpers into Kinn’s mouth, the slap of their bodies together.

“Fuck,” Kinn broke the kiss to groan. He could feel it coming over him.

“Porsche,” he groaned before he started to come. It was coming over him in waves, intensified by the wide eyed expression on Porsche’s face as he registered the sensations of Kinn finishing inside of him.

It had been a long time since Kinn had fucked someone without a condom and he didn’t think that it had ever felt like this.

And underneath him, Porsche’s face was open, his shock at the sensation melting with his arousal. Kinn managed to pull himself together enough to grab Porsche’s cock and start stroking.

It didn’t take much before Porsche was arching his back, driving himself further down Kinn’s cock.

He was vaguely aware of wetness coating his hand, of Porsche moaning, clutching at his hair.

“Fuck,” Kinn murmured as he settled, looking down between them.

Porsche’s come had mostly landed on his belly and Kinn began to smear it into his skin.

“Kinn,” Porsche groaned, “you’re making a mess.”

“You’re saying that like it’s a bad thing,” Kinn replied, nudging his hips into Porsche again. “Don’t worry, I’ll help clean it up.”

Bending, he kissed across Porsche’s cheek.

Porsche turned his head so that the next kiss landed on his mouth.

Kinn allowed himself to indulge a while longer.

————————————————————

As soon as he woke up, Porsche’s legs felt wobbly and he wasn’t sure that he’d stay upright if he stood.

Groaning, he rolled over onto his stomach. At least he’d cleaned up the night before. If he had to get up to shower now, he didn’t know what he’d do.

Fucking Kinn.

He hadn’t expected it to feel that much different to get fucked bare, but it had been…enlightening.

The bastard had felt how much Porsche had enjoyed it too and Porsche could only imagine what Kinn would think of next.

He had class. He had to get up.

With that reminder, Porsche forced himself up out of bed.

He didn’t get his first message from Kinn until he was sitting in class, spreading his things out around him.

How do you feel?

Rolling his eyes, Porsche started to type out his reply.

You want me to tell you that I’m pretty sure everyone can tell that I got my back blown out last night just by seeing me walk? The woman at the coffee shop WINKED at me.

He glanced around the classroom. There were still a few more minutes to go before class actually began.

When I woke up this morning, I could still feel you. I’ve got bruises on my hips from your hands. Porsche bit his lip. I jerked off in the shower thinking about what it felt like to have your cum in me last night.

He hit send, then turned his phone on silent and slid it into his bag, where it stayed until class ended.

The timestamp on the first message was for a minute after Porsche’s text.

You liked it then, me fucking you bare. When can I see you next?

Three minutes after that:

Maybe I’ll have to go harder next time, if you’re still capable of getting out of bed. I’ll fuck you until the only thing you remember is my name and you can’t even bring yourself to get out of my bed.

Porsche coughed, looking around just to be sure that no one else was close enough to read Kinn’s messages.

Porsche, answer

That was ten minutes after the second and the lack of a period at the end hinted at Kinn’s frustration.

There were a few more, just as demanding.

Chill, Porsche messaged back, I was in class.

The three dots that indicated Kinn was typing a response appeared and disappeared three times before he finally got a reply.

I apologize.

Porsche rolled his eyes. Most people would just say sorry.

He didn’t realize until a few days later when he was sitting across from Kinn at a fancy restaurant as Kinn slid an expensive looking box towards him that the words weren’t the apology.

“What?” Porsche asked, spinning the box on the table top. “Feeling guilty about something?”

Kinn blushed.

Blushed.

Porsche’s mouth nearly fell open.

“I shouldn’t have been so demanding,” Kinn admitted. “You have a life.”

“I do,” Porsche agreed, picking up his glass of wine.

“Will you give me your schedule?” Kinn asked. “I don’t want to bother you when you’re busy. School’s important.”

Porsche nodded.

“I’ll send it to you tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” Kinn said, reaching over to settle on top of the box that had stopped spinning. “And this has nothing to do with that.”

Porsche totally believed him.

100%.

He opened the box.

“Fuck,” he muttered when he saw the rings inside.

“Whether or not you wear them as a full set is up to you,” Kinn explained, taking out one of the smallest ones, then holding out his hand for Porsche’s.

Porsche swallowed as he set his left hand in Kinn’s. The ring went on easily, the perfect fit. He didn’t even bother questioning how Kinn had sized them, just watched in fascination as Kinn repeated the process for all ten of the rings.

“There.” Kinn looked very pleased with himself.

They were beautiful pieces, tasteful and no doubt incredibly expensive.

“Thank you,” Porsche said.

That made Kinn smile wider, stroking his thumb over the inside of Porsche’s wrist.

“Let’s eat.”

Throughout the meal, Porsche could feel Kinn’s eyes fixed on his hands. He’d seen similar expressions on tigers at feeding time.

“I want to know what they feel like on your fingers when they’re wrapped around my cock,” Kinn murmured into Porsche’s ear as they rode up the elevator when they got back to the Theerapanyakul compound.

Porsche was used to ignoring the guards, but he still squirmed at the idea of them listening to this, so he didn’t respond, just tilted his head back to let Kinn mouth at his jaw.

“I’m going to take you apart tonight,” Kinn promised.

“Big talker,” Porsche replied, grabbing the back of his neck. “You’d better not disappoint me.”

He whispered the last bit right in Kinn’s ear and it got him a very, very pointed nudge of Kinn’s hips.

“Have I ever disappointed you?” Kinn asked, pulling away as the elevator came to a smooth stop.

Porsche grinned at him.

“There’s always time for you to start,” he taunted, giving Kinn an up and down and keeping his face blank, as though unimpressed.

Kinn raised a brow and stepped forward, grabbing Porsche by the back of his collar like a naughty kitten and dragging him, laughing, down the hall.

Porsche was still giggling when Kinn slammed the door behind them and trapped him against it.

But Kinn had already given him the key to how to get things moving along.

Not wasting a second, Porsche undid Kinn’s trousers and reached inside to grip his cock.

Kinn’s head fell back with a groan. Porsche squeezed him tighter.

“Feel as good as you imagined?” Porsche asked, keeping his lips just hovering over Kinn’s neck.

“Better.”

Porsche grinned and yanked Kinn into a kiss.

——————————————————

It became immediately evident that the rings were an easy way to get Kinn going.

All Porsche had to do to ensure that a dinner didn’t last very long was to wear just one of them. Kinn would notice and if Porsche played with it — sliding it up and down his finger, twisting it?

It was a heady feeling, having that level of power over Kinn Theerapanyakul.

When he posted a picture on Instagram that Chay took of his hand curled around a takeout coffee cup, a ring on every finger, he got a picture of Kinn’s hand curled around his cock through his pants and a request to come to the house that night.

It wound up being the first time that he slept over and in the morning, Kinn dropped him off on campus, wearing clothes that Kinn had bought just for him.

He also got a stern lesson in security from a bespectacled guard named Arm about how he was never to post about where he was until after he’d left, not to tag any locations, and to never post the places he went to often.

Porsche took it in stride.

He said nothing about the guys that followed him everywhere now after Kinn introduced the men, just relieved that guards had the good sense not to wear the same suits that Kinn’s men did.

He let Kinn take him to fancy restaurants, clubs with memberships and guest lists, a tailor that seemed to not want customers considering how hidden it was.

He let Kinn fuck him in marble bathrooms, jerk him off in the backs of expensive cars, sucked Kinn off in a private room of a club while they waited for Kinn’s friends to arrive.

All of it was so easy. He didn’t toss and turn at night, unable to sleep from panic about where to get money for Chay’s school fees. Didn’t spend breaks frantically doing calculations on receipt paper trying to make a too small budget work for the two of them.

When Porsche mentioned it to Kinn, the other man had been somber.

“I won’t let you worry like that again,” Kinn promised.

It was so easy to call Kinn his boyfriend when a girl in his class asked who the hot guy that dropped him off at the library was.

To ride Kinn slowly in pre-dawn light, staring down at him to catalogue his every reaction.

Danger. Danger. Danger.

Porsche didn’t care.

————————————————————

Seven months earlier

The first time they’d fucked, it was a Wednesday.

Porsche had never thought that scheduling sex would in and of itself be arousing, but the anticipation was something else.

He and Kinn had met up a few more times, sticking to hands and mouths mostly, though those had begun to drift lower. The last time, Kinn had made it two fingers deep, tongue on Porsche’s rim before Porsche had needed to come so badly he’d begged for it.

Kinn didn’t hide how eager he was for them to fuck, always wanting to come on Porsche’s ass, rubbing the head of his cock over Porsche’s hole while cooing about how he was going to wreck that tight little hole. He’d even gotten a little way inside one night — just an inch or so, but it had felt good.

But Porsche had shown up that Wednesday with the expectation that he was going to be well and truly railed.

“Want you to fuck me today,” he told Kinn, guiding those big hands to his ass like Kinn might need the direction.

Kinn hauled Porsche in for a kiss.

“You ready for me?” he asked.

When Porsche nodded, he laughed.

“Not yet, you aren’t,” Kinn murmured. “Take off your clothes and get on the bed.”

What happened next was the most drawn out foreplay that Porsche had ever experienced as Kinn stretched him out.

And then finally, finally, Kinn was putting on a condom and settling in place.

Porsche groaned as Kinn’s head pushed in. He was intimately familiar with Kinn’s cock at this point, having had it just about everywhere else. But as Kinn pushed deeper, he wondered if perhaps he’d overestimated his capabilities.

“Slow,” he gasped.

Kinn stopped, but his hands started to stroke over Porsche’s flank.

“Is it too much?”

Porsche shook his head.

“I just — slow.”

Kinn hummed, squeezing Porsche’s hip.

“Want me to tell you how good you feel?” Kinn asked. “How it’s even better than I thought.”

Porsche nodded, telling his body to relax.

“I like your hands and your mouth, but now that I’ve had this?” Kinn groaned. “Fuck, Porsche.”

It made Porsche shiver and instinctively clench. When he relaxed again, Kinn slid deeper.

Ah.

Porsche clenched around Kinn, on purpose this time.

Kinn moaned and as Porsche stared up at him, he saw the carefully crafted control slip.

Relaxing, he wrapped his leg around Kinn’s hips to pull Kinn in all the way.

And oh fuck, he was deep.

Porsche lifted his head, looking down and half expecting to see a bulge in his stomach even though he knew that it was ridiculous.

There was no bulge, but he could see Kinn’s pelvis pressed against his ass.

Reaching down, he touched his rim and gasped.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned.

Just like that, he didn’t want Kinn to be going slow, holding back.

“Fuck me like you mean it,” Porsche demanded, scratching down Kinn’s chest. “You know I can take it.”

Kinn grabbed Porsche’s hand before he could scratch further and pinned it to the bed.

“Can you?” he asked. “I don’t know that you can.”

Grinning, Porsche rocked his hips.

“Show me how good it can be,” he said, aware that he was baiting Kinn. “Make me feel it.”

Kinn pulled out and rolled Porsche onto his belly before pushing back in, quickly this time.

“Like that?” Kinn hissed into his ear.

The next thrust was a harsh smack against Porsche’s ass and it felt so good.

“Uh huh,” he gasped.

It went on like that — Kinn behind him, pressing him down into the bed until they both came — and that set the tone to their…interactions.

When Kinn was feeling particularly bent out of shape, vicious with nowhere to expend himself, he called Porsche.

And Porsche was more than happy to answer Kinn’s calls, to let Kinn fold him in half, bite lines into his inner thighs, to let Kinn do whatever the fuck Kinn felt like doing.

All of it felt good, even the things that Porsche was unsure of, the ones that Kinn went slow for.

Those things especially felt good.

Kinn knew exactly how to draw out pleasure from the things that made Porsche squirm.

It was far too easy to grow used to him.

————————————————————

Present

“It’s just a review class,” Porsche complained, glaring down at the city like it had done something to personally offend him, “I don’t need to go.”

Smiling, Kinn shook his head. He was familiar with Porsche’s desire to wiggle out of doing anything that required him to wake up early.

“I’ll drive you,” Kinn told him. “We can pick up coffee on the way.”

“You’re so mean,” Porsche complained as Kinn nuzzled the back of Porsche’s neck.

“I’m not letting you miss class,” Kinn scolded him.

Porsche shook slightly with laughter. “What are you, the education police?”

Kinn rolled his eyes, but decided on giving Porsche a real explanation.

“School can get you places,” Kinn said. “Places that might otherwise be closed to you.”

He felt Porsche go stiff in his arms.

“They’ll be closed to me anyways. Doesn’t matter how well I do in school. How good I could be somewhere.” There was bitterness in Porsche’s tone, but sadness too.

It made Kinn tighten his arms. “Because of your work?”

“Because not all of us were born with the right last name, Kinn.”

He sounded far too world weary for his age and Kinn let go of him, but only to turn him around so he would be looking right into Kinn’s eyes.

“Anything you want,” Kinn offered, “come to me. If my name will open a door for you, come to me. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

Porsche’s lips parted, just a sliver, as he exhaled slowly. “Kinn,” he whispered. “That isn’t what we — You don’t —“

Kinn shushed him. “Whatever you want,” he swore, “I’ll do it.”

He felt Porsche’s shiver, then watched Porsche’s head fall back against the window.

“What if,” Porsche said, not looking at Kinn, “what if I said that I want you to let me go?”

Kinn’s heart stopped beating, frozen along with the rest of him, and when it started to thump in his chest again, it was faster than it had before.

“Is that what you want?” he asked, turning Porsche’s face towards his.

“What if I said it?” Porsche repeated his question.

Kinn tightened his grip on Porsche’s chin, his whole body tensing as he studied Porsche’s face. It was impossible to read. Did he mean it? Was that what he wanted from Kinn — for him to go?

Even though he’d avoided Kinn’s gaze, Porsche now met it squarely and it was Kinn’s turn to look away. Staring at the skyline over Porsche’s head, Kinn swallowed.

This had always been an inevitability, hadn’t it? The day that Porsche walked away, because he wasn’t Kinn’s, no matter how much Kinn gave him. Money wouldn’t buy Porsche. It might get Kinn his body for a time, but he would lose what delighted him so much — the unquenchable fire.

He had to force himself to loosen his hold on Porsche.

“You’re free to go any time,” he said, voice as flat and toneless as he could make it.

Chuckling, he stepped back, still looking outside.”I said I would cover your brother’s school, so don’t worry about —“

Because he hadn’t been watching Porsche, he’d missed the signs. The way that Porsche had relaxed as soon as he had let go. The smile when he’d said, “You’re free to go at any time.” The preparation for the attack as soon as he’d stepped back.

So Kinn was surprised to find himself with an armful of Porsche, mouths pressed together as Porsche kissed him.

“Take me to bed,” Porsche pulled away long enough to demand.

Kinn was far more pleased to obey that request than the previous one, so he carried Porsche to his bed.

—————————————————————

It almost hurt, how Kinn was looking at him.

Like they were lovers in the truest sense of the word.

Porsche took a shaky breath, pulling Kinn into another kiss so that he wouldn’t have to deal with that look any longer. It gave him too much hope. He had to bring it back to this, where he was comfortable, in the physical.

They knew the quickest ways to undress each other now, knew each other’s bodies and the sensitive little spots to tease.

He didn’t let himself linger in any of those spots today, just got on his belly and opened his legs for Kinn.

But Kinn wouldn’t be Kinn without his infuriating ability to destroy Porsche with the simplest of things.

He stretched Porsche slowly, gently, even when Porsche tried to goad him into going faster.

“Shhh,” Kinn murmured, continuing the devastating motion of just two of his fingers.

Porsche wasn’t above begging.

“Please, Kinn, don’t make me wait,” he said.

Kinn pressed his lips against Porsche’s shoulder blades.

“Relax,” he instructed. “Be patient.”

Porsche was as patient as he could be, but he was not an exceptionally patient person.

Finally, Kinn gave in and pulled Porsche up to his hands and knees.

It was good, it was always good, but Porsche wanted something different tonight.

He shifted.

“What is it?” Kinn asked, breathless already, but Porsche had a plan that he wasn’t going to let Kinn distract him from.

A nudge against Kinn’s thigh made him lift his leg long enough for Porsche to move his legs closer together.

“Other one,” Porsche demanded before Kinn could pull back.

The noise that Kinn made when Porsche pressed his thighs together was going to live in Porsche’s thoughts for months.

“That it?” Kinn traced the shell of Porsche’s ear with his tongue. “You want to lie there and take it?”

He knew that Kinn loved it like this, when he went all pliant and soft, let Kinn do the work. The part of Kinn that liked to take care of Porsche craved this.

Kinn shoved a pillow under Porsche’s hips, pushing their hips down with his weight.

He thrust lazily into Porsche, nothing more than a grind really, but that wasn’t what Porsche wanted, not what he needed.

“Make it so that I’ll never be able to let anyone else ever fuck me again.”

Kinn bit his shoulder, but it worked and he started to move faster, rougher.

“No one else is ever gonna fuck you,” Kinn said into his ear. “You think that anyone else can give you this? Do you think everyone has a cock like mine? You’re a size queen.”

Panting into a pillow, Porsche clenched around him.

“There’s toys for that.”

Kinn just chuckled, running his hand over Porsche’s shoulder and down his side.

“Have you tried them out, baby? You been trying to replicate this,” he thrust in harder, “when you’re all by yourself in your room? Lying there trying to fuck yourself, frustrated that it doesn’t feel as good as me.”

He’d thought about it, had even gone as far as to peruse some websites and put a few toys in his shopping cart.

“No,” he admitted, “I haven’t.”

Kinn groaned, biting at the back of his neck.

“We’ll get you some, for when I’m away. You can show me how you fuck your little hole.”

Porsche wanted to touch himself, but his hands were clutching at the sheets.

“Kinn, touch my cock,” he gasped.

The bites turned to kisses.

“No.”

It was that kind of night then. Kinn wanted to make him desperate, wanted him to beg. Or maybe he’d just grind himself against Porsche’s prostate until it became too much.

“Kinn,” he protested, “you promised you’d give me what I want.”

Kinn froze.

“What did you say?” Kinn asked.

Turning his head as much as he could, Porsche looked up at him with a grin.

“You heard me,” Porsche replied.

“Brat,” Kinn hissed as he dove in for a kiss. “I shouldn’t let you come at all. I should send you home with a hard cock and your ass leaking my cum.”

Porsche shook his head.

“Wanna come,” he said as Kinn started to move again.

“Probably wouldn’t even make it all the way home before you had your hand in your pants,” Kinn taunted. “I’d get a report about how you jerked off in the back of the car, made a mess. Maybe I would have the guards film it for me.”

Porsche shuddered.

They’d do it too. They did anything that Kinn told them to.

“No,” Porsche protested. “Don’t want anyone else to see me, only you.”

Kinn groaned. The angle changed as he shifted to set his hands over top of Porsche’s.

“Only me,” Kinn sounded triumphant. “Nobody else.”

Nodding, Porsche hissed as the pressure inside of him ramped up. The drag of Kinn’s cock hurt, it felt so good.

Kinn’s breath against the back of his neck should have felt overbearing, oppressive, but instead, it was comforting.

“Can you come like this for me, baby?” Kinn asked.

He wanted to, wanted to come just because Kinn told him to.

“I don’t know,” he admitted.

“Thank you for telling me,” Kinn said. “What do you need?”

Shivering, Porsche tried to move back to meet Kinn’s thrust, but he couldn’t.

“Touch my cock,” he gasped.

Kinn hummed, then said, “No. What do you need, Porsche?”

“Please, Kinn, touch my —“

“No,” Kinn repeated.

“I need you,” Porsche whined.

There was a soft laugh from behind him, then a harsher thrust.

Oh.

“I need you, Kinn,” Porsche gasped.

Kinn’s hands tightened over his.

“Kinn, please,” he begged. “I can’t like this.”

“Yes you can,” Kinn said. “I know you can.”

“Not tonight. I can’t, Kinn. Please.”

Whether it was because he’d planned to all along or because he heard the desperation in Porsche’s voice, Kinn let go of Porsche’s hand to slide underneath them to grip Porsche’s cock. He didn’t do much more than hold it, but his thrusts drove it in and out of his fist. It was enough for Porsche.

“There we are,” Kinn cooed into his ear as he came all over Kinn’s hand and the pillow. “You’re such a good boy for me, aren’t you? Perfect.”

Porsche sobbed as Kinn kept fucking him.

He knew that Kinn was close, knew that it would just take a little push.

“Only for you,” he found himself saying. “Only perfect for you.”

As Kinn filled him, Porsche felt lingering bursts of pleasure with every groan and twitch.

Kinn didn’t pull out right away. Instead, he lay there, cocooning Porsche in warmth.

It felt good, too good. Porsche didn’t want it to end.

Porsche wanted to stay here with Kinn, being good for him. Letting him be in charge.

Keep me, he wanted to say.

The words were rising up in his throat, fighting their way free.

A buzz from the bedside table made them both jerk.

“Fuck,” Kinn groaned. “I have to take this. Sorry.”

When Kinn pulled out and grabbed a robe, Porsche couldn’t help but feel emptier than usual. He tightened his grip on the sheets to stop himself from reaching back to check, knowing it was all in his head.

He lay there, facedown, for a few minutes as he heard Kinn’s voice filtering in from the living room, too indistinct to make out, before finally rolling onto his back to stare up at the ceiling.

What the fuck was he doing?

——————————————————————

I’ll give you whatever you want.

That’s all that Porsche could think about the next day.

It had felt like a confession and he didn’t know what to make of it.

Kinn had been calling him more and more. They didn’t even fuck every time anymore, though Kinn was always eager when they did. He was more careful now, sometimes fingering Porsche for ages and ages before slipping his cock inside Porsche, mouthing at Porsche’s shoulders when he came. Almost like he was worried he might say something.

But every week, the money appeared in Porsche’s account.

The initial relief that he’d be able to keep a roof over their heads had slowly begun to morph into anger. At himself, at Kinn.

That look Kinn had been giving him — adoration and devotion — had been haunting Porsche.

Kinn had no right to look at Porsche like that, complicating this so much more.

But what could he do — call up Kinn and say, “Hi, did you remember that you’re paying me for sex?”

What if it was all in his head?

It wasn’t.

Porsche knew that it wasn’t.

Kinn felt something for him.

It didn’t matter what the something was, it was dangerous for Porsche. There was nothing between them, could be nothing between them for all kinds of reasons.

Chief among them being the fact that Porsche had lied to Kinn. It had been a lie of omission, but he’d allowed Kinn to think that he was an escort and that had coloured every interaction since.

And for them, every interaction was a transaction.

Who cared if it was one that Porsche enjoyed? He’d had good shifts at work before.

(It wasn’t the same. Could never even compare.)

And the gifts.

The gifts had ramped up lately.

The rings had apparently just been the start or maybe the first bit of snow that started an avalanche because Kinn started spoiling him.

He even took Porsche on a helicopter ride for Porsche’s birthday.

It had been the night before Porsche’s actual birthday, since there was no way he was going to miss his usual tradition of dinner with Chay. He could tell that it had bothered Kinn to be held at arm’s length.

Porsche knew that this was going to lead to disaster.

Sooner or later, Kinn would ask for more. More of Porsche’s time, attention, life.

And Porsche would want to say yes. Fuck, did he ever. He wanted them to be something too, but it would never be real, not built on Kinn’s unwavering belief that anything could be purchased.

Not for the first time, Porsche felt anger stir in his belly.

Why couldn’t you have just asked me out?

“Porsche?”

Blinking, he turned his head towards Kinn and shrugged.

“You know wine pairings better than I do,” Porsche said. “I trust you with that.”

Kinn laughed, squeezing his thigh as he spoke with the sommelier.

When they were alone again and Kinn’s full attention was back on him, Porsche could tell that something was on Kinn’s mind.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

Kinn shook his head.

“I should be asking you that,” he said. “You seem distracted,”

“Just some school stuff,” Porsche told him. “It’s the first time I’m writing finals in a while.”

“You’ll do wonderfully. You’ve been working really hard.”

Kinn meant it too and it felt nice, having someone be proud of him.

Their wine arrived and Porsche watched the elaborate ritual of it all. Kinn had admitted to him once that he preferred spirits, but it wasn’t appropriate to have them served with dinner.

Porsche couldn’t imagine what it must be like to live in a world where people cared what you drank with your meal.

“I need someone to come to an event with me,” Kinn said.

Porsche frowned.

“A fancy event?”

Laughing, Kinn flicked a strand of Porsche’s hair up. “Yes, a fancy event. My tailor would take care of your wardrobe, you’d just have to show up to a fitting.”

“I don’t think I’d fit in.”

“All you’d have to do is stand next to me, let me put my hand on your back, your waist,” Kinn touched each place as he spoke, “so that people know you’re with me. You don’t have to sit through a dinner or a charity auction. The family hosts it, but I just need to make an appearance. Ninety minutes tops.”

“Kinn.” Porsche gnawed on the inside of his cheek.

“If you don’t come with me,” Kinn said, “I will be bored out of my mind.”

Porsche looked at him.

“Please,” Kinn said quietly. “Please.”

He kissed Porsche’s cheek.

“Please Porsche,” he said, kissing Porsche’s ear this time. “I’m begging you.”

“Begging huh?” Porsche looked him up and down. “That normally involves being on your knees, doesn’t it?”

Kinn’s eyes narrowed, but then a wicked grin took over.

“In that case, we’ll come back to that after dinner,” Kinn murmured into his ear before turning his cheek for a deep kiss.

And they did, when Porsche was naked and lying in Kinn’s bed, where Porsche quickly learned that Kinn had no intention of allowing him to come until he’d agreed to go to the event.

The third time that Kinn pulled away, squeezing the base of Porsche’s cock, it was Porsche’s turn to beg.

“Please, Kinn, let me come.”

Kinn sucked on the head.

“Are you going to come with me?”

“Fuck,” Porsche cursed, “yes, I’ll come with you. I’ll wear a fucking tux, just let me come.”

He even swallowed, the bastard.

“It would serve you right,” Porsche snapped as he undid Kinn’s pants, “if I made you beg me too. You’re lucky that I’m tired.”

“If you’re tired, I can take care of myself,” Kinn replied, well aware that Porsche was lying. “All you need to do is lie there for me and let me come all over your pretty little neck.”

One day, he was going to murder Kinn, he decided as he spat onto Kinn’s cock and then jumped right in.

“Fuck,” Kinn groaned as Porsche relaxed his throat to take it all the way down. Kinn’s fingers were curled in his hair, holding him down just the way that Porsche liked.

Unlike the Porsche of the past, Porsche of the present knew exactly how to suck cock. Or at least one cock in particular.

And he pulled out every trick that he knew to make Kinn come hard and fast.

“Eager, were we?” Porsche asked, wiping his mouth and shifting to lie next to a still panting Kinn in bed.

But Kinn just grinned up at the ceiling before turning to look at him like Porsche had hung the moon and stars in the sky.

He wanted to look away, but he didn’t. Couldn’t.

Gradually, Kinn’s breathing slowed and they both relaxed.

“You don’t have to come.”

At first Porsche didn’t know what he was talking about, but then he remembered what had started this in the first place.

“I said I would.”

Kinn raised a brow and leaned over to kiss Porsche gently.

“You agreed under a very particular set of conditions,” he pointed out.

That was one way to put it.

“I won’t hold you to it,” Kinn said.

“Do you want me to be there?”

Kinn nodded right away.

“Then I’ll be there,” Porsche promised and this time when Kinn beamed at him, he leaned over to kiss the expression off of Kinn’s face just so that he wouldn’t have to look at it anymore. Wouldn’t have to ache for the man lying next to him.

———————————————————————————

Rather than allowing the stylists that Kinn had hired come to his house, Porsche went to the compound early and let himself be pushed this way and that to get him ready.

He’d worn plenty of suits since he and Kinn had started hooking up, but never a tux. Looking at himself in the mirror, Porsche was struck by the urge to pinch himself.

“Is he ready?” Kinn’s voice came from the hall.

“Yes, Khun Kinn,” the woman who’d applied a few touches of make-up to Porsche’s face replied, opening the door wider.

Kinn looked him up and down, then made a hand gesture that apparently meant get the fuck out because everyone disappeared in an instant.

“Fuck, I do not have the time for what I want to do to you in that suit,” Kinn muttered.

Porsche laughed, giving a spin.

“After,” he promised.

Kinn nodded.

“After,” he agreed, “I’m going to make a mess of you. You’ll look so pretty with my cum on your face.”

Porsche kicked him in the shin. Gently.

“We have to go,” he reminded Kinn. “Because you’re the one who asked me to go to this stupid event and so we’re going to go. And you’re going to spend the next couple of hours trying to figure out if I’m wearing underwear tonight.”

Kinn inhaled, his eyes widening.

Porsche smiled sweetly at him.

He wasn’t.

And Kinn could guess as much, but now he wouldn’t be able to stop wondering about it.

“Menace,” Kinn muttered, stepping in for a gentle kiss.

The confidence that Porsche had felt studying himself in the mirror evaporated almost as soon as they got out of the car and he saw dozens of cameras. Kinn had warned him about it, but it was different when it was actually happening.

“Relax,” Kinn said, setting a hand on Porsche’s lower back and leading him inside without stopping to talk to anyone. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Porsche assured him. “Although I don’t suppose we can do that to everyone tonight — just ignore them.”

Smiling, Kinn shook his head.

“Unfortunately, we will probably have to have at least one very stilted conversation tonight.”

Porsche made a face.

“Oh fuck,” Kinn muttered. “I hate to do this, but —“

Porsche elbowed him.

“Just go and do your business,” he said with a laugh. “I’ll head over to the bar and grab us something to drink.”

After squeezing his elbow, Kinn stepped away.

Shaking off the feeling that at any moment, someone was going to mistake him for a waiter, he began to make his way further inside.

He hadn’t taken more than a few steps when a familiar voice called out his name.

“Porsche?”

At the sound of Chay’s voice, Porsche’s whole body went on alert as he turned towards the source only to see his brother standing there in a suit not unlike his own.

“Chay?”

What was Chay doing here? Where was Kinn?

Fuck, this was a nightmare. His mind started to race through possibilities for damage control.

Then someone stepped in close and slid an arm around Chay with a smile.

“Didn’t want to wait for me?” the young man teased.

But Chay was too busy staring at Porsche.

The young man, the young man touching Chay, tensed.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked as he sought out the source of Chay’s shock.

Seeing Porsche, he started to glare, then caught himself as he took in more of Porsche.

“Chay, is this Porsche?” he asked softly, finally startling Chay out of the staring contest.

Porsche kept staring though.

At his younger brother, who hadn't mentioned a thing about even liking anyone, let alone dating someone.

“Yes,” Chay replied, his head going back and forth between the two of them. “Porsche, this is Kim. Kim, this is Porsche.”

Porsche stepped closer so that their conversation wouldn’t draw attention.

“And who the fuck is Kim?” he hissed, turning a furious gaze onto the man in question. The man who was apparently in a relationship with his brother if the arm around Chay’s waist was anything to go by. “Why the fuck did he bring you here?”

Chay tilted his head up. “Kim is my boyfriend,” he said firmly. In any other situation, Porsche would have been proud of Chay for standing up for himself. “He brought me here because his family holds this event every year.”

His family.

Ice trickled down Porsche’s spine.

His family.

If his family hosted this event, then —

“Look who the cat dragged in,” Kinn drawled right before setting his hand on Porsche’s back. “I’m surprised you showed, little brother.”

“Little brother,” Porsche repeated.

“Porsche,” Kinn smiled, “this is my younger brother, Kim. Normally he can’t be bothered to dress up and attend or I would have warned you about him.”

Porsche saw when Kinn registered Kim’s date and then — wide eyed recognition. Because Porsche had shown him pictures with Chay in them.

Kinn knew who Chay was.

Stepping out of Kinn’s hold, Porsche grabbed Chay’s arm and started to pull him away.

Kim’s grip on Chay tightened and when he and Porsche locked eyes, Porsche recognized that steely eyed determination.

Instead of trying to yank Chay free, Porsche moved closer to Kim and leaned in.

“If you don’t let go of my brother in the next two seconds, they can peel pieces of both of us from the floor tonight,” Porsche hissed.

Kim didn’t loosen his hold.

“Porsche,” Kinn’s voice was almost in Porsche’s ear. “Let go of Chay and we’ll all go somewhere private.”

“Tell him to let go of my brother,” Porsche demanded. When Kinn didn’t do it, Porsche turned his head towards him and whispered exactly what he knew would get Kinn to act.

“You said that you would give me anything I wanted.”

Kinn’s head jerked back, but he nodded after a beat.

“Kim, do what he says.” Kinn set his hand on Kim’s shoulder. “Or I’ll stop holding Pa back.”

Kim’s expression of betrayal was quickly shuttered and Porsche could see that the man was shaking as he forced himself to let go of Chay.

Whatever that threat was, it was serious.

“Porsche,” Chay started to say, but Porsche shook his head, then turned his gaze to Kinn.

“You said there was somewhere private to talk.”

“Follow me,” Kinn murmured, smiling politely at someone behind Porsche.

——————————————————————

Kinn watched Porsche pace in the private room that they’d withdrawn to, gaze flicking back to Kim, who was practically vibrating out of his skin, his eyes fixed on Chay.

Porsche had cast himself as the dragon guarding the maiden in the tower and wasn’t letting Kim get anywhere near his brother.

“How long have you been dating?”

Chay straightened up at his brother’s question.

“A few months,” he answered. “We met at the open day at school.”

Porsche stopped pacing, rounding on Kim.

“So that’s it, huh? You get off on finding young kids who don’t know any better?”

Kinn had to grab Kim’s shoulder to keep him from launching himself at Porsche.

“Chay is not a fucking child,” Kim hissed. “Something that you might have realized if you paid any attention to him beyond giving him a pat on the head.”

“Kim!” Chay snapped, latching onto Porsche’s arm before Porsche could retaliate physically. “That’s not — hia, that’s not true. The second part, I mean. But he’s right. I’m not a kid.”

Porsche looked at his little brother.

“Do you know what he does?” Porsche asked. “What his family does?”

“Kim isn’t involved in the family business,” Chay said, confirming that he knew that there was a family business.

Porsche just laughed.

“I’m sure that’s what he’s told you,” he said. “I bet Kim thinks that he’s earned everything he has. Probably insists that he doesn’t take their money. Do you know how they get that money? What they do?”

“I know,” Chay replied.

“You know that they make money off people like us?” Porsche went on. “The debt collectors, the scumbag dealers, all of them, they report to Kim’s family.”

“Porsche,” Kinn cut in, throat closing up.

So that was what Porsche thought of him.

“Porsche, please,” Kinn said, letting go of Kim to step closer. “Let’s talk for a minute.”

“Talk?” Porsche laughed. “Is talking going to make this okay?”

Chay let go of Porsche’s arm when Kinn stepped even closer and wrapped his hand around Porsche’s other arm.

“Please,” he repeated. “Give me a moment.”

Porsche was tense, like he was going to either run or throw a punch at any minute.

“Before you say something to your brother that you can’t take back,” Kinn murmured.

That did it and he was able to draw Porsche across the room. When Kim started to move towards Chay, Kinn barked out, “Don’t.”

The room they’d found was an empty event space — chairs and tables put away somewhere else. Just them and the piano.

Thankfully the heavy curtains and wall hangings absorbed some of the noise or stepping away wouldn’t have done a thing.

“Porsche,” Kinn started to say when they’d reached the other end of the room, unsure of what he could even say to calm Porsche down long enough to fix the situation.

But it was too late, because Porsche had already decided how it was to be resolved.

———————————————————————————

“I don’t want him anywhere near Chay.”

Kinn looked at their younger brothers. “I don’t think we have much of a say about that, Porsche.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Porsche hissed, grabbing the front of Kinn’s shirt. “Keep him away from Chay or you’ll never touch me again.”

Kinn’s already pale skin lost all colour.

“Porsche,” he whispered, reaching up to put his hand over Porsche’s.

Fine, if Kinn wouldn’t listen, Porsche would do what he needed to in order to keep Kim far away from Chay.

“As long as he stays away from my brother, you can have me any way you want,” Porsche promised. “You don’t even have to pay anymore. That’s what you want isn’t it? Me there with you every night like it’s real. Like you aren’t paying me. It can be real. I’ll come over every day, fuck, I’ll stay with you. Wake you up with my mouth on your —“

Kinn shoved him away. “Don’t say another word,” he snapped.

But the floodgates were open now and Porsche wasn’t going to be stopped.

“Do you want me to say that I love you?” he taunted. “That the only thing that gets me off is your fat cock stretching me out? You love it when I beg. I’ll beg for you.”

Porsche realized he had never seen Kinn angry, not truly, as the other man pinned him to the wall with an arm across his throat.

“Shut up,” Kinn warned.

“I can suck you off here,” Porsche offered, unable to stop himself from driving the barbs in farther. “You can tell people that your cock is the only one that’s been inside of me as you choke me on it.”

Kinn slapped a hand over Porsche’s mouth.

“Porsche!”

Chay came running over, frantically trying to pull Kinn off of Porsche, prompting Kim to join the fray as well.

“Get off of him!” Chay shouted and Kinn finally realized what he was doing.

Porsche saw his eyes widen in shock as he stumbled back.

“Come on, Chay,” Porsche wrapped his arm around his brother’s shoulders, “let’s go home.”

“I’ll take you,” Kim said, reaching out towards Chay, but this time it was Chay who stepped back and shook his head.

“We’ll manage fine,” Chay sounded, not quite angry, but upset.

“Porsche.”

He ignored Kinn.

“Then let the driver take you,” Kim proposed, falling into step with them. “Please, Chay.”

Porsche didn’t dare look over his shoulder to see where Kinn was, what he was doing.

“We’ve been getting ourselves places without any problem for years,” Porsche told Kim. “We don’t need your fucking help.”