Porsche shifted till he could see Kinn's eyes, a challenging look in his own. "Do your worst," he replied with a steadier voice than he thought he was capable of, not only because of the current path of Kinn's fingers but the anticipation of what was to come. "But I bet my endurance is much better than yours."

Would his boyfriend take the bait? He rocked his hips, flexing a little to keep things nice and snug around the hard cock nestled there, not only to sweeten the pot as it were but because it felt damned good.

Porsche wanted Kinn to take up the challenge.There was nothing that compared to a very focused Mafia boss who was intent on domination. When Kinn was intent on fucking him like it was his right, Porsche was thrilled. It gave him the space to be as equally passionate and demanding ... it was freeing in it's own way.