”Kinn”, Porsche whispers against the vulnerable skin of Kinn’s neck.
Kinn had coaxed him into bed with gentle hands, laid him down and kissed him on his forehead. His clothes were peeled off, pants first - the quick hand on the outside of his briefs made him squirm - shirt next, and it wasn’t long before they were both naked.
They had undressed together before, but the tenderness to this is something Porsche has never experienced. Kinn’s every movement is intentful and his eyes are burning.
”Kinn”, Porsche says, trembling. ”Please, Kinn”.
Kinn has only started finding his way over Porsche’s body. The clothes are in piles on the floor and Kinn sits on his knees between Porsche’s legs. Kinn places soft kisses on one of the inner legs, then the other, nibbling his way forward.
Porsche’s rock hard, has been wanting this, furious when he was placed in jail, but longing for what he feared he had lost.
”Closer”, Porsche says, looking down at Kinn. He needs to know Kinn is his.
Kinn crawls on top of him, chest to chest. Kinn’s entire body weight pressing him down into the mattress, understanding that Porsche needs to feel grounded.
Kinn starts to move, small rocking motions back and forth, making their dicks glide together between their pelvises.
Porsche can feel Kinn’s length, the thump of their hearts and knows Kinn needs this as much as he does. They’re both dripping with pre-cum.
Porsche, humming into a tender kiss, feels like he could come from this alone. The tightness of the embrace is almost enough.
Kinn pulls himself up to sit on his knees again. ”Turn around for me”, he says, making Porsche lay on his stomach.
Kinn touches Porsche everywhere, that’s what Porsche’s thinking when Kinn trails his mouth and his hands over his back. He massages his shoulders and trails his tongue along his spine. His hands make smooth patterns on his calves before finding their way to his ass. He can hear Kinn the entire time, humming.
When Kinn goes for his cheeks, starts kneading them, Porsche gulps for air, and he can hear Kinn growl.
When the first stroke of tongue goes over his hole, Kinn separating his buttocks with his hands, Porsche bucks up and makes a strange guttural sound.
There's a slick feeling when the tip darts his hole and slobbering sounds coming out of Kinn’s mouth. It makes Porsche feel like he comes apart in a way he has never done before.
”Porsche?”, Kinn asks, not knowing how to interpret the squirming on the sheets and the strange sounds coming out of his mouth.
”Keep…keep… - aaghh” is all Porsche’s manages to say as Kinn seems to get his point and continues fucking his hole with his tongue.
Not long ago as a straight man, Porsche never dreamt of this and never experienced it. Now, it makes him feel handled, wanted and turned on.
The tongue darting further in preps him for one gentle finger slipping into his insides, two and eventually three.
Porsche is spread open and a shuddering mess. His legs are sprawling to his sides, fists clenching the sheets and breathing erratic. Kinn hunches forward, one hand on Porsche's back holding him in place.
”I could make you come like this”, Kinn says, not a question.
Porsche’s stomach swirls. He knows he could, so sensitive to Kinn’s touch.
”- But not today”, Kinn adds, flipping Porsche over to his back again and then reaching for the nightstand.
”No”, Porsche says, the high pitch echoing in the bedroom.
”What?”, Kinn immediately pulls back.
Porsche breathes, it’s almost a whimper.
”Did I hurt you? Kinn asks, face hanging over Porsche's searching for his eyes.
”I want to feel you”.
It takes a moment before Kinn understands what Porsche’s asking. When he does his mouth falls slack.
”Are you sure?”
”Please, Kinn”, Porsche says. ”I’m clean”, he adds.
”I’m clean too.”
Porsche can see the blown pupils in Kinn’s eyes, the naked want. Kinn’s dick is stiff and glistening, standing against his stomach as he sits on his knees.
When Kinn moves closer to Porsche and lines his dick up to his hole, Kinn’s hands are gripping tight to Porsche’s hips.
Before Porsche knows it, Kinn starts slipping in.
The feeling of Kinn’s bare cock inside him is surreal, making Porsche feel full and taken care of. It’s what he wanted, what he longed for since he was a child losing his parents in a car accident, managing himself and his younger brother for years.
Porsche breathes through the emotions, so strong he loses control.
Suddenly tears are running down Porsche’s face.
”Kinn'', he sobs. ”Kinn'', he says desperately, holding onto Kinn’s upper arms, nails digging into the flesh enough to make lasting marks.
Kinn stops, but stays, strokes the tears from his cheeks with his thumb and says ”Porsche, baby?”. It’s an obvious question, worry rumbling out of his mouth, visible in his eyes.
Kinn's breathing is strained, his tousled hair damp with sweat.
”Do you want me to stop?”, he asks, looking for answers in Porsche’s eyes.
Porsche draws a shaking breath, tries to calm himself and whispers ”I feel so much”.
”I feel so much too”, Kinn says, stroking his hair. ”I’ve never felt this before”.
”- Tell me what you need, Porsche”, Kinn adds.
Porsche, feeling safe in his arms, his cock still filling him up and making him feel like he belongs, shivers, and manages to whisper ”You. I need you, Kinn. I need you to stay.”
And Kinn kisses him, the sweetest kiss, full of promises and says ”I love you, Porsche. I’m yours. I’m staying.”
Porsche, satisfied but overpowered with emotions, smiles a weak smile and nods, unable to answer.
Kinn starts moving his hips again as he hovers close over Porsche, watching him.
Kinn lays down on top of him, cradles him safe.
In a nestled cocoon Porsche holds Kinn, looks into his eyes, finds his voice and says ”I love you, Kinn”.
A small smile is visible on Kinn's face, his eyes glistening. Kinn kisses him, sweet and intentful, and then demanding and needy.
The next movement is stronger. Kinn hits that spot that sends shots of electricity from Porsche’s pelvis throughout his body.
As on que, Porsche’s body reacts to bring Kinn closer, deeper. His back arches and he whimpers.
As Kinn lifts Porsche’s legs up by his knees and slings them over his shoulder, Porsche moans into it.
Kinn presses into his prostate again, with the same force as before.
”Aaaggghh”, Porsche expels, making no sense any longer and not caring about the fact that he doesn’t. He feels everything.
He can feel the bluntness of Kinn’s cock, how it fills him up inside his body. He can scent the warm sweat coming from them both, the sweet smell of two people making love. And when he opens his eyes he sees Kinn, sweaty, panting, gazing at him with a look that can mean nothing other than that he is loved.
Porsche grabs a tight grip around Kinn's neck, a hand on his back and rocks his hips to match Kinn’s rhythm.
The sounds of their meeting bodies are obscene, flesh to flesh, hot and sticky. They’re panting, kissing, both moaning in each other's open mouths.
Porsche feels like he is stuffed full, seizing around Kinn's cock. Each thrust punches a cry from his lips.
Porsche’s dick is standing untouched, painfully hard, and when Kinn snugs a hand between their bodies and grabs it, Porsche almost screams.
”Come for me, baby”, Kinn says into Porsche’s ear, while stroking his cock. Porsche's body tenses, breathing deep and ragged, hands clutching to Kinn. It doesn't take long until Porsche lets go and shakes and spurts over his stomach.
”So good, baby”, Kinn pants, fucking him through it. After a few stuttering thrusts, Kinn jerks and comes, throbbing inside Porsche and fills up his hole with cum.
Kinn folds on top of Porsche, panting, nuzzling his neck and cheek with tiny kisses.
Porsche holds him hard.
When Kinn raises his head and looks at Porsche, Kinn’s eyes are brimming with tears.
"I love you, Porsche”, Kinn says. “I love you”.
ns 15.158.61.54da2
