One of the things Porsche had been surprised to learn about himself was that he had a small praise kink. Okay not small, really. But when Kinn's voice washed over his senses with that particular tone ... pure fucking euphoria.

This morning he was going to test Kinn's words. Would he truly not be able to resist? Fucking hell, the thought of it was enough to have Porsche grinding against the bed to ease his own twitching cock. He could do this and he was going to do this.

Slowing down, relaxing his throat as much as he was able, Porsche looked up at Kinn and moved his hand out of the way. On the next stroke he went until his mind said stop and kept going. The instinct to pull up or choke was there but so was the anticipation of Kinn's expression when every last inch of his was being swallowed down.

The first time he managed a few seconds only but it was enough. He had done what he'd thought impossible and now it was just a matter practice. Up for a breath then, with a light triumph and challenge in his own eyes, Porsche dipped his head back down.