He's going to need a minute. But that didn't mean his cock didn't twitch in a valiant attempt to invigorate itself, nor did it mean that Kinn didn't shift to press up against that beautiful hard cock, either. "More concerned about the people who would steal you away because you have the skill to make your hard-core stamina boyfriend come like a virgin teenager," he drawled, reaching out to cuddle Porsche to him for a moment. "You're getting so good at that," Kinn breathed into Porsche's ear, finally turning on his side to nuzzle the other's jaw. There is a very real yet humorous concern that eventually Kinn will have a perpetual limp because of this man.

Kinn dives in for a kiss, intent on lazy make out as his hand shifts between them to curl firmly around Porsche's cock. "So thick and warm, Porsche," he says once he has to take a breath. He strokes Porsche with the reverence of a priest seeing his god for the first time. "Always feel good in my hand, just the way it juts up, so proud." The last word is purred as he twists his fingers and licks up Porsche's throat at the same time.