Challenge? There was a challenge? That had been swept away from Kinn's mind once Porsche swallowed him down. And the way Porsche sounded, so raw and wrecked, the gleeful thought that his own dick had done that made him roll Porsche on his back and have him settle between the other's legs. Teeth found one nipple, then the other, and as his hand loosened around Porsche's cock, his mouth sank down to replace it. And he hummed low around it as his tongue cradled the hard, silken rod.

This wasn't something he did to the fuckboys he paid. They were present for Kinn's pleasure, not their own. But for someone he loved? Kinn was all set to suck the man dry and keep him begging for more.