Reaching for the lube had him pulling away from Kinn, dislodging him as he rolled to the edge of the bed and the table beside it.

That was a pity but it could work towards his benefit. With the bottle in hand, he rolled to his knees and leaned over Kinn, whispering, "Do you think I'll be the only one screaming?" With his free hand, he urged the other man to lay back so that Porsche could map the perfect expanse of his chest with kisses and nips.