Lucky was right, he thought as he slipped his mouth over the damp skin and lower to take Kinn into his mouth. He loved the rolling of his hips just as much as he loved watching Kinn work himself up to greater need.

He may not be able to scream with his mouth full but he could moan in pure appreciation. One hand rested on Kinn's inner thigh, needlessly making sure that he remained open to whatever Porsche had in mind. His other curled around the inch or two he couldn't quite manage to get down his throat. At least not yet. He was practicing and his boyfriend had problem volunteering for practice sessions.