Kinn's eyes lifted up and met Porsche's. How the hell he survived three months without him, Kinn will never know. It was a miracle. They probably should leave merit at the temple.

"Yeah?" Kinn drawled, letting his fingers dance over the tip of Porsche's cock before smoothing back down to the root. "A nice, shiny gun?" His hips rock against Porsche's ass. "I think I found a nice, shiny gun~"

He leaned in closer, licking at Porsche's neck. "Bet it's even loaded," he purred, grinning at his own innuendo. "To the hilt."