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Porsche
He doesn’t know for sure when they have started to drift apart but it has been a steady slippery slop.
Lesser has become the moments where he will catch Kinn’s gaze across the room or feel the heat of his hand resting in the middle of his back…to the day where these moments seized to exist.
It has hitten him one day when one of their guests noted the absence of Kinn. Porsche has easily lied that his husband must have been delayed by some urgent matters.
At least Porsche can be thankful Kinn isn’t cheating so openly on him so it hurts a little less to acknowledge the hard truth.
Kinn has grown tired of him and Porsche can’t fault him because he barely recognises himself lately.
Certainly, he has grown up, at the age of thirty-two it is about time he acts like an adult. And it has felt like an eternity since Kinn finally stepped into his current position after Khun Korn passed away.
But Kinn is Kinn and some old habits are hard to get rid of.
The smiles which were only for Porsche, are now given to one of the young recruits. The boy is quite handsome and he reminds Porsche a lot of his younger self. Porsche had tried to see for himself if the boy was really worth it.
More respectful than he has been but still mouthy and yet, the boy has given him a shy smile and then stares at the tip of his toes.
Yes, the boy is charming and full of life. Arm and Pol had told him how dedicated he was to his training and the old guard has taken a liking to him.
Porsche doesn’t have any proof of Kinn’s unfaithfulness and he doesn’t want to find any. But some signs are hard to ignore, the way Kinn becomes more animated when talking about the boy or anything related to him.
In fact, all their conversations have revolved around the kid.
He is not sure Kinn is even aware of them…the first signs of love.
And Porsche hates just how much it is affecting him or lack of it. This is far from being a Tawan situation, the boy is actually funny and good at his job even if he has a tendency for wreaking havoc.
So Porsche can’t hate him, plus he is too old for that type of behaviour.
Then why is he packing his old duffel bag with his old clothes?
He can’t answer either, all he wants is to leave, to escape, to go back to the old Porsche whose only worries were his little brother’s future and staying alive to pay his uncle’s gambling debts.
‘Chay…’
In all his willowing thoughts, he had completely forgotten about his little brother.
‘Well, he is all grown up now.’
Living with Kim since their relationship has gone steady and strong through the years, the young couple has moved out of the compound to live in a flat closer to the university where Porschay is teaching.
After he had disappeared to work for Kinn, Porsche had promised his brother he won’t disappear like that ever again.
And he won’t.
It’s late afternoon and Kinn is in his office probably discussing some business-related deals. He smiles ruefully, old habits do die hard. Despite no longer working for Kinn, he can still remember by heart his schedule.
Porsche leaves their bedrooms nodding to some bodyguards, noting the absence of one in particular and he is comforted in his decision to leave.
He should be sadder than what he is feeling right now. Porsche is trying to recall how disappointed and hurt he had been when he had walked on Kinn and Marsh or Kinn clinging to the memories of Tawan.
Porsche should feel something…anything!
But he can’t, he just feels numb and he finds it terrifying. Because maybe Kinn is not the one at fault, maybe this is all on his part…
Maybe he is the one who has fallen out of love.
Sighing he steps out of the lift and straddles his old bike that he had previously prepared for today. He starts it and drives off, his two destinations in mind and without a last glance behind him.
It is time to say goodbye and to embrace his new life away from Kinn.
He promises Chay he will be careful but he is not stupid enough to tell him where he is going.
“When I will be well-established, I will invite you…you can even bring Kim along…” Saying his goodbyes to his brother is harder than he has expected.
“Hia…have you told, P’Kinn?”
Porsche is happy Kim is not around and neither are his bodyguards.
“Goodbye, Chay. Take care.” He wishes sincerely, pulling away from the hug.
“Hia..” His little brother calls to him.
Porsche turns around, expecting and dreading Porschay begging him to stay but he only smiles mirthlessly at him.
“Be safe, Hia.”
He nods, not trusting his own voice.
Porsche drives as far as he could, all along breathing easier. Tasting freedom after such a long time and feeling it running through his veins.
It wasn’t happiness yet but it was the closest he has been in years and Porsche knows he has made the right decision.
Porsche makes his final stop when he reaches a beach, he doesn’t know the name and he doesn’t care. He has enough cash to book a hotel room for a week…in the meantime, he will need to think about something for the long term.
For now, Porsche crawls under the bedsheets, curling into a ball wishing only to sleep and to forget everything. He closes his eyes and when oblivion claims him, Porsche doesn’t fight the pull.
Three months later.
Kinn
Three months.
Three fucking months.
Three fucking freaking months since Porsche has walked out of his life without a word or a call.
And life hasn’t been as bad as he would have thought…
Minus some major problems along the way.
Such as his brothers ignoring his calls. Tankhun who has always holed himself in his quarters, moved out to live with his fiancé’s doctor after the longest engagement ever known.
Kim has cut any attempts Kinn will try to do to get in contact with his brother in law.
Porsche was gone.
Out of his life without any warning.
The beginning of their relationship has been rocky from the start but things have been better over the years and without him noticing, they have entered into a comfortable routine. Dulling feelings he has been certain to own and to get in return.
Then Ben arrives into his life and Kinn fell in love all over again.
The boy has been a breeze of fresh air making Kinn enamoured…with Porsche. It was going back in time and meeting a young Porsche.
Ben is clearly attractive but Kinn has to be blind to ignore some glaring resemblances with Porsche and this was just perfect for the future he has in mind.
For Porsche.
His husband has flourished into the handsome man he is now but Porsche has changed, becoming distant. So Kinn has decided to do the opposite of what he does best, barging in, and giving him some space.
‘Then it goes into his mind and he has left me.’
Kinn has been furious since he found out their quarters were empty. Nothing has been missing, except Porsche’s old belongings.
If that was a statement, Kinn has been livid and so outraged that Ben has managed to stop him to shoot the bodyguards who have been in service when Porsche left.
“I will kill him when I’ll find him.”
“No you won’t, you love him too much for that. And frankly, you have to be the biggest idiot I know to let Porsche go.”
“Don’t test me, Vegas.”
This is the best their relationship has come to be. Tolerating each other because both their spouses get along so well, they will do everything to keep them happy and also apparently family members have to get along.
‘Bullshit!’
Although it feels better not to be on his guard around his family members.
“So about that business deal since I have been so helpful in finding his whereabouts?” Vegas muses, surveilling his cousin with a raised eyebrow.
“I will send the papers to your secretary after I am bringing Porsche home.” Kinn says standing up.
He has better things to do.
On his way back to his home, Kinn goes through the files Vegas has given him and he is shocked in a good way.
Porsche manages to surprise him…again. His hair has grown longer, framing his head like a halo. His sun-kissed skin has taken a healthier shade that Kinn has ever seen in years.
How come he hasn’t seen those changes? Or did he prefer to ignore the sadness inside those brown eyes?
Then Kinn’s eyes travel lower and his good mood disappears instantly. He barks his orders at the driver.
‘I am going to kill you, Porsche.’
Porsche.
Today is a good day.
Patrons have been more than generous with their tips, not that Porsche needs them anymore but some habits die hard.
But the insistent hand on his naked chest is making him uncomfortable. His younger self would have loved, enjoyed even felt flattered but he is all grown up and he is not ready to trade his heart away.
He is not even sure his heart is there to start with.
Time and distance haven’t lessened the void only changing it into pain.
He still loves Kinn and this is hurting him.
Porsche gently steps away going back to the kitchen counter, giving the order to his new boss, Don. The older man, by two years his senior, has taken pity when Porsche has been at been as his lowest.
“Triple nacho cheese with chilis and two hamburgers with one cocktail and a mocktail.” He tells him.
“We both know I am better behind the counter, Porsche. Tonight is a busy day with all those university students.” Don tells him, looking just afraid to see the students in question.
Porsche will never seize to find that giant of a man being afraid of kids. He thought Don was messing with his head until he looked it up only and his brain has taken an uncomfortable time to read the word. Plus Don’s wife has confessed to Porsche that her husband was suffering from a severe case of anxiety.
It has taken Don two full months to look him in the eyes and two more weeks to speak to him.
Porsche has been grateful to Cherry for helping him by giving Porsche a job and letting him the small bedroom in the back of their house.
It has been strange to be taken care of since Porsche can count on his hands the number of people who have done so without expecting anything in return. But Don and Cherry are on a whole new level and Porsche is a bit ashamed to be babied by them.
He moves behind the bar, grinning at Cherry. The young woman nods at him as she gives the ordered drinks to a waiter.
“Need help?” He yells over the music.
“Not really but Tom might need some help. Can you believe it? This season is going crazy.” Cherry comments putting on the tray three beers and two cocktails.
Porsche’s smile deems for a moment, he glances up at Tom who raises a seductive eyebrow at him.
‘Why did I have to open my big mouth?’
Porsche has decided to change his all appearance, no more suits or elegant outfits Kinn had dressed him in. Cherry had been stunned to find out Porsche was older than her by two months.
But problems have arisen when a patron has tried to invite him out for a drink and Porsche has nicely turned her out. Cherry and Tom have simply smiled while Tom has asked and Porsche has answered without thinking he was into men.
This has been the end of his peace and the start of Tom hitting on him any chances he could find.
And Porsche has decided to ignore him since then.
If Kinn has been good in something, it has been to teach him to be insensitive to flirtation.
“Looks like it.” He says, not interesting in the conversation.
Helping Tom is the last thing he wants to do.
Cherry has picked up on his reluctance but Porsche takes the tray off Tom’s hands.
“Alright, which table?” He asks his co-worker.
“The VIP booth, thanks for your help, Phi.”
Porsche smiles slightly, already walking in direction of the booth ignoring Tom calling him. The booth is filled with seven people who seem to be already quite intoxicated.
“Your drinks!” He announces with a flourish.
Bad habits die hard.
The group cheers excitedly and it reminds Porsche of his best friends. He chuckles, opening the beers.
“The rest of your order is coming right away.”
The party-goers don’t pay him much attention already drinking except for one. His piercing gaze stays too long on Porsche’s face and he feels an unpleasant feeling running up his spine. He excuses himself, wishing them a good time then hurry back to the counter.
The remaining of the night goes well, minus the multiple attempts of Tom's flirting with him and finding obscure reasons to touch him. He is about to snap and to introduce Tom to his martial arts when Cherry steps him and sends Porsche on a well-deserved break.
He retreats to the back of the kitchen shack, enjoying the quietness. It has been years since he dropped smocking but right now he will kill for one. Porsche sits down on the wooden steps.
Except for the small lamp hanging over his head which is providing some light, the small wood behind him is engulfed in pure darkness. It changes him from Yok's old bar and he finds comfort in it. This spot is just a good representation of how he sees his own inner self.
Porsche is sure Chay will lecture him about wallowing in misery and to just confront Kinn once and for all.
But this has never been his forte. Porsche considers himself to be the opposite of a coward but with Kinn…
Confrontations with Kinn have always left him hurting.
"I knew you were familiar."
Porsche is startled. He didn’t hear the young man approaching…and a good dozen of thugs.
“Can’t this evening get worse.” He mutters under his breath.
“Khun Kinn has driven my father to ruin!” The young man yells, stepping closer to him.
Porsche rolls his eyes.
“You will need to be more specific, kid .” Porsche taunts.
It is meaningless to lie. He just hopes Cherry and Don will forgive him for ruining their business. The kid and his entourage are looking for more than a fight.
And Porsche is not one to back from a fight.
‘Reminds me of the old days.’ He notes ruefully.
“You bitch!” The young man shouts, aiming a right hook at his face.
Porsche dodges it, kicking him and pushing his opponent against one who was about to attack him. He is not fast enough to avoid a punch to his side which leaves him breathless but Porsche grits his teeth in concentration, blocking the next blow and sucker-punching the guy who falls on the floor motionless.
His opponents stop for a moment, glancing with wide eyes at their fallen comrades suddenly unsure of their next move. And it is enough for Porsche to run into the dark wood, hoping his opponents will follow him.
“Catch him! I want him alive!”
Porsche grins, Cherry and Don are safe for now. He runs blindly, avoiding narrowly a tree in his crazy race. He can hear footsteps getting closer but for once in several months or even years, he feels alive and he would have laughed out loud if danger wasn’t so imminent.
Maybe he is getting insane and the only thing that keeps him alive is the danger?
The closer he gets, Porsche distinguishes streetlights and he knows he has to think fast. This side of the wood opens on a fast lane leading to hotels and the bigger part of the village. He decides to try his luck, he might be brokenhearted but he still wants to live.
“But if you die, so be it.” P’Chan haD told on his first day.
Porsche jumps over the fence with ease then without stopping to catch his breath, too afraid he will get cold feet. He crosses the fast lane, he can hear his pursuers yelling in frustration to not let him escape.
‘Doesn’t look like they have guns otherwise, they will have used them by now.’ Is the last thought crossing his mind when in a lapse of attention he didn’t see the black SUV speeding his way.
It is too late to avoid it and Porsche’s final thoughts go to his little brothers and Kinn. The car comes to a screeching halt but he still falls down roughly. The adrenaline has worn off and his legs have turned into jelly.
Exhausted and not caring about his pursuers, Porsche lays down on the asphalte heaving. His whole body is going to remind him tomorrow morning just how old he is, he chuckles as tears fall down.
‘I’m crazy, I am fit to be locked up in a hospital and be forgotten.’
He really can’t stop himself and Porsche secretly wonders if he can die this way.
‘That’s just pathetic, dying of a broken heart.’
“Catch that lunatic!”
‘Ah! I forgot about those guys…just kill me already, idiots!’
Porsche chooses to gaze at the stars, waiting calmly for one of them to get close enough to them. He might have gone crazy but if he can take as much as possible with him, he won’t hesitate.
He is not sure how he will do it but his years in the mafia have taught him how to kill a man with his bare hands…especially when his opponents are confident in their victory.
‘Like right now.’
Porsche stops laughing, steeling his nerves and waiting for his first attacker. He just hopes the car owner has already called the local authorities because he doubts those people won’t turn on them.
He judges the first man is a few steps away from him and Porsche is already planning to punch the man’s knee as hard as he can then snaps the other’s neck or ripes his neck opens with his teeth.
BANG!
Porsche’s heart stops only to beat faster when the body of his opponent falls next to him lifeless. He is stunned and…scared. His eyes are not moving from the lifeless eyes which are staring back at him.
He detaches his gaze from the dead man to freeze when he sees a gun still aimed at the now empty air then the man holding it.
“How long are you going to lay there, Porsche?” Kinn asks him coldly.
Porsche closes his eyes tightly wishing for all this to be some kind of illusion created by his sick mind.
Because Kinn can’t be standing there.
Kinn is supposed to be miles away with his new boy.
Kinn is supposed to have forgotten everything about Porsche.
“Get up!” Kinn orders but Porsche doesn’t move, choosing to keep his eyes close.
Kinn
He is not sure what he has been expecting…
Well, he knows what he had dreamed about when he will see his husband again.
And he had also a good idea of what he will do to him when he will put his hands on Porsche. Kinn was ready to make him regret ever leaving him.
Finding Porsche has been easy but Kinn has decided not to be impulsive when he arrived in the coastal village three days ago.
Those three days have been enough to calm him down even if Kinn has wanted nothing but to march into the beach restaurant, shot that annoying waiter who keeps finding reasons to touch Porsche.
Kinn has been patient all things considered.
He has been on his way to surprise Porsche at his workplace only to be told by one of his men stationed there, that things have gone south.
And here Kinn is blowing heads off to safe Porsche.
An almost naked Porsche who is still ignoring him at the moment. Kinn’s mind goes back to the picture Vegas has given him.
Porsche grinning at the camera while a woman is feeling him up shamelessly while another is hugging him, her face quite enamoured.
“I said get up.” He repeats, his anger growing at the memory.
“Go away.” Porsche finally says, his eyes still close.
Kinn heaves a sigh.
If Porsche thinks for a moment Kinn will take no for an answer then his husband is truly foolish.
He walks to him, taking in this new Porsche. The seaside air has treated him well, his skin is delicious darker and Kinn feels his mouth salivating. Porsche has always been on the leaner and slender side and at this very moment, he does look younger than he is. The shorts are barely covering his thighs and Kinn enjoys the view.
Back home, Porsche has rarely worn so little clothing after their relationship has been made public. Not that Kinn wouldn’t like it but Porsche didn’t like the idea of people seeing the bite marks.
‘And now this isn’t a problem apparently!’
Kinn is pissed off.
Porsche disappeared and when Kinn finds him, it is to see his husband scantily clad.
He stalks closer to Porsche, noting over Porsche is suddenly a bit more on his guard.
‘Good because you have no idea what I have in store for you.’
He crouches down and without warning, gathered Porsche in his arms. Startling the man who glares at him.
“Ah! There you are!” He chuckles mirthlessly.
“Let go of me or I’m going to bite you!”
“Go on! You know just how much I love to bite back!” Kinn challenges with a snarky smile, hiding just how hurt he feels.
He is not sure what he had expected but certainly not pure hostility.
Wordlessly, he walks them back to the car nodding to the two bodyguards who have kept at distance Porsche’s pursuers.
“Deal with them when you got more reinforcements.” He tells them then he sits in the car with a glowering Porsche.
Once the door is closed and the partition window is rolled up, Kinn takes Porsche’s lips in a mindblowing kiss. He meets little resistance and it makes him smile in the kiss.
His hands are touching the expanse of Porsche’s naked skin, enjoying when he feels Porsche shivering underneath his fingertips.
He drinks Porsche’s moans like the finest wine when he flicks a pert nipple. His husband pulls away from the kiss to welcome some needed air with his head thrown away and Kinn can’t resist biting his Adam’s apple.
“K-Kinn…” Porsche stutters but whatever he has meant to say, is thankfully forgotten.
Sex has always been amazing between them and Kinn is clinging to this, hoping that somehow Porsche still loves him.
“You have no idea how crazy I have been.” He whispers against Porsche’s throat, watching transfixed the latter swallowing.
While talking his hands follow the seductive curve of Porsche’s spine, loving how the younger man’s body caves under his touch and arching when Kinn’s hands settle on the small of his back.
Porsche is gazing down at him, cheeks darkened by his flush, lips bruised and properly fucked out.
Kinn has never seen anyone so beautiful and capable of making him lose his mind so easily.
He kisses him passionately, loving how Porsche clings to him trying to undress him. They are both hard and Kinn has little patience to go back to his hotel room. In one move he takes off Porsche’s shorts and underwear, throwing them somewhere inside the car.
He has his husband the way he wants him to be:
Naked, leaking and as horny as Kinn is.
Porsche seems to think the same because his husband straddles him and tears his shirt open sending buttons flying in any direction. Kinn smirks, shuddering in pleasure when Porsche is finally touching his body. It only serves to fire him up, he goes back to kiss Porsche making the latter straddle him properly.
Kinn pulls away from the kiss, pushing slowly two fingers against Porsche’s plush lips.
“Sorry but this will do.” He whispers against Porsche’s cheeks.
The mafia boss breathes in the loving scent of his beloved’s sweat. He has always loved how nice it smells and how sweet it tastes. He licks a long line from Porsche’s earlobe to the base of his neck, his teeth dangerous close to the artery.
He can’t help it and gives him by biting not too bad but hard enough for Porsche to hit him on his shoulders.
“That hurts, Kinn!” Porsche protests, glaring at him despite looking high on the pleasure.
Keeping eye contact with him, Kinn lowers his head and goes to bite the pert nipple he has been abusing. He can’t describe what he feels when Porsche’s moans turn breathy and he goes boneless between his arms. But the amount of trust is enough to move him.
“You are so perfect for me.” Kinn praises adoringly.
He runs his wet fingers down Porsche’s spine then under his shorts and underwear, teasing the hole hidden. He feels Porsche tensing against him so he kisses him to calm him.
Kinn is not stupid to assume Porsche from being loosened. His husband is too faithful to even think about sleeping around.
All Kinn has to do is to remind Porsche who he belongs to and to teach him a lesson about leaving him.
He inserts gently a first finger. Porsche claws at his back in response. Kinn kisses him in apology, relishing every groan and moan. Not missing any micro expressions from his husband, afraid to even blink Kinn gazes into Porsche’s glazed-over eyes. His husband is beautifully flushed, his chest heaving rapidly and grinding against Kinn’s abs.
Kinn caresses his lower lips, smiling faintly when Porsche’s tongue licks his thumb kittenish.
“That’s how I love you, completely needy and mine…no more strength in you to fight, just living to please me and to take what I give.” He whispers hotly against his husband’s collarbone as he nudges Porsche’s hole with a second finger. “My own personal slut.”
Porsche
Porsche shudders over him, biting his lower lip. The tight grip on his hips is bruising and he relishes it.
Kinn’s eyes have taken a darker shade, his pupils blown away and turning them completely pitch black. Porsche flinches when Kinn pushes against his hole. He feels hot all over and in pain.
But he can’t tell if it is only on his feelings or the bite marks littering his body.
“Hmm so tight for me, baby.”
Porsche wants to yell at him but Kinn moves his fingers a tiny bit against that bundle of nerves and he becomes an incoherent mess.
All he wants is pleasure and if he has to beg Kinn for it, he will.
He blushes, feeling like a virgin all over again. Even when they were still together the sex has been mindblowing but not as frequent as it has been.
“Ouch!” He yells, glaring at Kinn who has the gale to look proud. “Stop biting me!” Porsche manages to say before Kinn bites him in another spot and sucks hard heightening the painful sensation.
And yet the pain makes his cock leaks even more steadily, Porsche wishes with all his might that Kinn hasn’t noticed but the smirk his husband is sending him is a clear message and the dangerous hungry glint inside those dark eyes is enough to send Porsche over the edge.
But the tight grip around his cock prevents him from cumming and Porsche moans helplessly, his whole body shaking under the climax denial and his thighs are barely holding him up.
“You are a sight, Porsche.” Kinn croons licking his lower lips and he finally frees himself from his pants. His cock is an angry red and Porsche feels himself salivating.
Kinn seems to read his mind.
“Later.” He tells him, pecking him tenderly and Porsche feels his heart skips a beat. “I want to be in there when I cum.” Kinn removes his fingers out from his hole and Porsche feels empty.
He really hates yet loves the headspace this is sending him. Porsche’s whole being is attuned to whatever this man will do to him and he knows he won’t even fight it.
He doesn’t want to.
Kinn pulls him by his hips, lining his cock against him and starts pushing slowly. Porsche winces under the penetration, his nails digging into Kinn’s shoulders.
“Damn…you are so tight.” It pleases Porsche to hear him straining under the effort and he would have smirked if Kinn hasn’t decided to push it all in.
“Y-You bastard! I-” A kiss stops from spewing more insults and the distraction is sufficient enough for Kinn to move.
Porsche tentatively tries to move his hips but Kinn is preventing him from moving, the angle is not deep enough and every time Kinn’s cock is barely brushing against that spot which drives him crazy.
After a third attempt, Porsche can’t take it anymore.
“Please…” He begs, clenching around the cock.
Kinn doesn’t give a verbal answer, only slamming him on his cock looking too happy for Porsche’s taste. But he can’t say anything, only moaning wantonly under the sensation. Kinn doesn’t want to allow him to choose the pace, only fucking into Porsche at his heart's content.
So Porsche takes it, riding the familiar wave. A sob catches in his throat, he hasn’t been aware of how he had missed those sensations. Kinn’s warm palm caresses his cheeks so softly that Porsche almost doesn’t realise he has been crying.
Porsche is not sure why he is crying but the tenderness inside Kinn’s eyes is enough to shatter him into a gazillion of pieces.
The palm is sliding from his cheek to the base of his neck and tightens around it. Porsche just hates how it pushes him further into that lustful headspace and he forgets everything only focusing on it. He is aware just enough of Kinn biting him and it will be hard to wear a shirt without feeling each one of them.
Then without warning, Porsche finds himself on his back with Kinn rutting inside him with abandon. His release is so powerful, all his senses are dulled except the touch, his skin is oversensitive and the fact that Kinn, despite filling, isn’t pulling out is easy to bring him back from the high.
“Kinn…” Porsche starts, his voice sounding hoarse and the way his husband moves his hips slowly in response pisses him off. “I swear Kinn if you don’t stop moving, I will chew your head off!”
This seems to work even if Kinn hasn’t pulled out.
When he feels more in control of himself, Porsche glares at him. Which makes Kinn frowns at him.
“What’s the matter?”
“You are asking me?! No fucking condoms! Kinn, I swear I’m going to k-”
“I don’t need to put one, I haven’t slept with everyone but you.” Kinn’s gaze is frosty but Porsche is not about to let him affect him. “You are accusing me when you have been the one who has disappeared without a word and when I find you, you are being chased by some men underdressed! Who should be asking questions, Porsche?”
Porsche chooses to ignore what the mafia boss is implying.
“I am not the one with a lover!” He shouts, feeling helpless.
This is sending him back to a time Porsche has thought behind him. And he feels disgusted with himself, hasn’t he gone through this before?
“What lover?” Kinn blinks at him, genuinely lost.
“Don’t play dumb with me, Kinn. I’m talking about that boy you clearly fancy.”
Kinn is looking too puzzled for faking it and Porsche is not even sure what to think.
“Ben? Him?” Kinn asks as if it is the first time he is hearing about the boy.
Porsche doesn’t bother answering but whatever he sees in his eyes, Kinn heaves a sigh.
“Porsche, he is a kid and more importantly this would be so wrong to do sleep with him. I draw a line at family members, plus I don’t sleep around since I have you.” Kinn tells him with a soft smile.
Porsche blinks, his mind trying to make sense of what has just been revealed.
“What?” He only manages to say.
“Come on, Porsche. The family resemblance is hard to miss, he looks like a younger version of you. Who would have thought your uncle would have a kid considering how unreliable he is?”
“What?” Porsche seems to only be able to say this word.
“He is your cousin and I want to groom him to succeed me when the time will come. I have been giving it a lot of thought. None of us has children for obvious reasons.” Porsche is too stunned by the revelation to react to Kinn’s wiggling eyes. “But he has refused, stubbornness runs in the family…”
‘I have a cousin?’
“What are you going to do?” Porsche whispers, processing all this.
“Surrogacy or adoption but I want you to agree, otherwise I will have to name of my bro-”
Porsche kisses him, smiling when Kinn pulls him closely as if he hasn’t had his fill with his body already.
They part breathless.
“Whatever we decide to do, I want to know if you will be there, Porsche? Don’t ever leave me again like this, please.”
“I won’t leave ever again even if you get tired of me.” He promises.
“Good. Now let’s pick up from where we left off.” Kinn says licking his lips.
“You know raising a kid, a baby even will change all out habits…this included.” Porsche says straddling Kinn not surprised when he feels his husband’s cock twitching in interest.
“Nannies are a thing, Porsche.”
Porsche rolls his eyes choosing to kiss Kinn to silence him.