If Porsche could purr, he would. The way Kinn's voice poured over him like silk, the praise and compliments sinking into his very skin like a physical touch that echoed the way his hand stroked him. He had to close his eyes to find the focus to form a sentence.

"Impossible. Nothing could lure me away from you," he manages with a hitch in his breath, resting his head against Kinn's shoulder as he gives himself over to ever nuance of Kinn's fingers on his cock. Such a simple action that he'd perfected in his teen years but there was just something different .... better when it was his hand.

"Kinn, please," he groaned almost helplessly. Any thought of their original challenge had been forgotten completely. All that matter was pleasure.