⌛ Who: Kinn and OPEN ⌛ What: What's happening around town? ⌛ When: Throughout December (more starters will be added as needed) ⌛ Where: Nippon but the focus will be mainly on the Eastern Kingdom. ⌛ Warnings:...Duh. Alerts will be in the subject lines.
Smiling against the strong column of Kinn's neck, Porsche was waking up quickly with the witty teasing. But more than that, his boyfriend was hitting all the right spots. The glide of fingers over his dick had his stomach tensing with growing need.
"What about speed and endurance?" he asked as he savored the feel of Kinn's fingers skimming over more sensitive skin. "Are those both still important?"
Reaching behind him, between their bodies, Porsche closed his fingers around Kinn's cock. Fantastically hard in his grasp, Porsche squirmed a bit until it was nestled between his thighs, the tip nudging the underside of his balls each time he rocked back against the other man. A little lube would be nice but this was still foreplay. He could reach for it easy enough.
Kinn groaned softly, accentuating the sound just for Porsche's benefit. Once warm thighs were surrounding him, he rocked slowly and gently in time with the stroking of Porsche's cock.
"Speed? Call it... reflexes. But for endurance, you have to last a long, long time." As if he was going to have Porsche come quickly. He had his boyfriend in his clutches now and he wasn't going to let go anytime soon. "So consider your assessment starting now."
Kinn was intent on having this last for as long as possible. Until he couldn't take it anymore and he pushed Porsche face down into the mattress as he drilled into him.
Porsche shifted till he could see Kinn's eyes, a challenging look in his own. "Do your worst," he replied with a steadier voice than he thought he was capable of, not only because of the current path of Kinn's fingers but the anticipation of what was to come. "But I bet my endurance is much better than yours."
Would his boyfriend take the bait? He rocked his hips, flexing a little to keep things nice and snug around the hard cock nestled there, not only to sweeten the pot as it were but because it felt damned good.
Porsche wanted Kinn to take up the challenge.There was nothing that compared to a very focused Mafia boss who was intent on domination. When Kinn was intent on fucking him like it was his right, Porsche was thrilled. It gave him the space to be as equally passionate and demanding ... it was freeing in it's own way.
That challenge made Kinn lift a brow and tilt his head. Oh really? Porsche thought he could outlast him? A small smile lifted the corner of his mouth as he leaned in to trace his nose over his boyfriend's temple, then across an ear.
"Because of you, we're going to have to sound proof these walls--Cause they're going to hear you scream for mercy."
His voice was honeyed as he spoke with no change in his strokes as of yet. Edging Porsche until he was begging for release? That sounded like a damn good way to pass the time. Sure, he was hard and needy, but this thankfully wasn't the first round in their reunion marathon and he could adapt well enough. The question was could Porsche actually survive it?
Kinn's voice dropped low, the tone leaving no room for protesting. "Get the lube, Porsche."
Reaching for the lube had him pulling away from Kinn, dislodging him as he rolled to the edge of the bed and the table beside it.
That was a pity but it could work towards his benefit. With the bottle in hand, he rolled to his knees and leaned over Kinn, whispering, "Do you think I'll be the only one screaming?" With his free hand, he urged the other man to lay back so that Porsche could map the perfect expanse of his chest with kisses and nips.
Kinn grinned as he laid back, wriggling just a bit to make himself comfortable. When Porsche touched him, he closed his eyes with a contented sigh, hand reaching up to pet Porsche's hair.
"You won't if you have your mouth full," he countered after a minute of basking in his boyfriend's attention. Soft, breathy sighs and open-mouthed sounds of encouragement as he arched up into Porsche's touch. He was more than ready to take anything and everything Porsche was willing to offer him.
That was the encouragement Porsche loved to hear and the soft sounds coming from Kinn was the cherry on top. With a touch just as light as he had been treated to moments ago, Porsche traced Kinn's cock, running his finger tips over the lines and curves, circling around the velvet tip.
His lips found first one nipple then the other with insistent sucks and nips. Porsche could spend hours exploring the pale perfection that was his boyfriend's body. Especially on slow lazy mornings like this one. However he had goal in mind and he was not one to be distracted.
Smiling in the utter delight being with Kinn like this brought, he kissed a slow trail lower and lower till his lips met his fingers. "Is that what you want?" he asked, looking up the line of the body stretched out before him. "You want my mouth filled?" A soft kiss placed to the very tip accentuated his question.
Kinn grinned, pillowing his head with one hand as he kept the other gently playing with Porsche's hair while he could before his boyfriend slipped out of reach. "Yes."
He hummed at the kiss, his cock twitching with eagerness. "It'll be a nice start." Having Porsche's mouth sucking him down was a good thought and only the beginning of another day of reunion. If he could keep Porsche in bed for the rest of their days, he definitely would do so! But alas, there was still a need for food and a roof over their heads. What a conundrum. Kinn was so conflicted. Not.
A nice start? As if were on par with a light breakfast and a cup of coffee in bed? There was nothing nice about his blowjobs. His blowjobs left Kinn smiling in that utterly uninhibited way and nearly limping. Challenge. Accepted.
Leaning up he closed his teeth in a sharp, quick nip over Kinn's nipple. "A nice start it is then," he all but growled out as his fingers closed in a tighter circle, working up from base to tip. With his other, Porsche pushed Kinn's legs apart. He wanted plenty of room to work his magic.
The first stroke of his tongue came in a long, slow lap across the tip followed by a wash of breath over the damp surface.
Kinn's triumphant grin at irking Porsche was cut short as Porsche countered by attacking his cock. He doesn't hide the wheezing moan that follows, cock twitching with the demand for more. He spreads his legs even wider, trying to encourage while he focuses on watching Porsche's mouth as he draws his other fingers to the nipple his boyfriend had nipped. He pinches, adding to the sensation while his hips rolls.
"You're so sexy like that. I'm so lucky to have you as mine."
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.
Kinn's smile was indulgent as he watched Porsche, his own echoing moan following Porsche's. "You're so good. And you try so hard. So diligent, Porsche. I know--I just know it. When you can swallow me completely, I won't be able to resist. I'll come right down your throat, already so deep you won't have to drink it down."
He kept up the litany of dirty thoughts, murmuring as he lovingly pet Porsche's hair, going as far as to compliment his boyfriend's eyes every time the look up at him.
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.
"Fuck, Porsche." His expression of shock and surprise dropped his face open as he hardly believed that the man's nose was nestled in a nest of hair. It was too much. It was too amazing! "Fuck--"
Kinn groaned, scrambling to try and stave off his orgasm but his fingers were too late. Throbbing, he spilled helplessly, his face a mix of frustration and ecstasy. The last time he had a ruined orgasm he was a teenager!
When he managed to collect himself, he threw his boyfriend a half-hearted glare. "You're going to ruin my reputation doing that."
Watching Kinn's face as he came was always the highlight of Porsche's day. This time was a special treat. It wasn't often that he caught his boyfriend by surprise so that he managed to do so now was just icing on this particular special treat.
It took him a moment to remember to relax and swallow down everything Kinn had to give him but he was rewarded for his dedicated effort. With a grin and between lazy licks over the sensitive tip of Kinn's cock, he asked, "And what reputation would that be exactly?"
Crawling up the bed, he stretched out next to Kinn, pressing his hips and still very hard cock into his boyfriend's hip. "Do you have a fan following whose opinion you're worried about? Concerned they're going to whisper that you come like a teenager when your boyfriend gives you a blow job?"
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.
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.
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.
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"What about speed and endurance?" he asked as he savored the feel of Kinn's fingers skimming over more sensitive skin. "Are those both still important?"
Reaching behind him, between their bodies, Porsche closed his fingers around Kinn's cock. Fantastically hard in his grasp, Porsche squirmed a bit until it was nestled between his thighs, the tip nudging the underside of his balls each time he rocked back against the other man. A little lube would be nice but this was still foreplay. He could reach for it easy enough.
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"Speed? Call it... reflexes. But for endurance, you have to last a long, long time." As if he was going to have Porsche come quickly. He had his boyfriend in his clutches now and he wasn't going to let go anytime soon. "So consider your assessment starting now."
Kinn was intent on having this last for as long as possible. Until he couldn't take it anymore and he pushed Porsche face down into the mattress as he drilled into him.
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Would his boyfriend take the bait? He rocked his hips, flexing a little to keep things nice and snug around the hard cock nestled there, not only to sweeten the pot as it were but because it felt damned good.
Porsche wanted Kinn to take up the challenge.There was nothing that compared to a very focused Mafia boss who was intent on domination. When Kinn was intent on fucking him like it was his right, Porsche was thrilled. It gave him the space to be as equally passionate and demanding ... it was freeing in it's own way.
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"Because of you, we're going to have to sound proof these walls--Cause they're going to hear you scream for mercy."
His voice was honeyed as he spoke with no change in his strokes as of yet. Edging Porsche until he was begging for release? That sounded like a damn good way to pass the time. Sure, he was hard and needy, but this thankfully wasn't the first round in their reunion marathon and he could adapt well enough. The question was could Porsche actually survive it?
Kinn's voice dropped low, the tone leaving no room for protesting. "Get the lube, Porsche."
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That was a pity but it could work towards his benefit. With the bottle in hand, he rolled to his knees and leaned over Kinn, whispering, "Do you think I'll be the only one screaming?" With his free hand, he urged the other man to lay back so that Porsche could map the perfect expanse of his chest with kisses and nips.
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"You won't if you have your mouth full," he countered after a minute of basking in his boyfriend's attention. Soft, breathy sighs and open-mouthed sounds of encouragement as he arched up into Porsche's touch. He was more than ready to take anything and everything Porsche was willing to offer him.
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His lips found first one nipple then the other with insistent sucks and nips. Porsche could spend hours exploring the pale perfection that was his boyfriend's body. Especially on slow lazy mornings like this one. However he had goal in mind and he was not one to be distracted.
Smiling in the utter delight being with Kinn like this brought, he kissed a slow trail lower and lower till his lips met his fingers. "Is that what you want?" he asked, looking up the line of the body stretched out before him. "You want my mouth filled?" A soft kiss placed to the very tip accentuated his question.
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He hummed at the kiss, his cock twitching with eagerness. "It'll be a nice start." Having Porsche's mouth sucking him down was a good thought and only the beginning of another day of reunion. If he could keep Porsche in bed for the rest of their days, he definitely would do so! But alas, there was still a need for food and a roof over their heads. What a conundrum. Kinn was so conflicted. Not.
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Leaning up he closed his teeth in a sharp, quick nip over Kinn's nipple. "A nice start it is then," he all but growled out as his fingers closed in a tighter circle, working up from base to tip. With his other, Porsche pushed Kinn's legs apart. He wanted plenty of room to work his magic.
The first stroke of his tongue came in a long, slow lap across the tip followed by a wash of breath over the damp surface.
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"You're so sexy like that. I'm so lucky to have you as mine."
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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.
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He kept up the litany of dirty thoughts, murmuring as he lovingly pet Porsche's hair, going as far as to compliment his boyfriend's eyes every time the look up at him.
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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.
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Kinn groaned, scrambling to try and stave off his orgasm but his fingers were too late. Throbbing, he spilled helplessly, his face a mix of frustration and ecstasy. The last time he had a ruined orgasm he was a teenager!
When he managed to collect himself, he threw his boyfriend a half-hearted glare. "You're going to ruin my reputation doing that."
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It took him a moment to remember to relax and swallow down everything Kinn had to give him but he was rewarded for his dedicated effort. With a grin and between lazy licks over the sensitive tip of Kinn's cock, he asked, "And what reputation would that be exactly?"
Crawling up the bed, he stretched out next to Kinn, pressing his hips and still very hard cock into his boyfriend's hip. "Do you have a fan following whose opinion you're worried about? Concerned they're going to whisper that you come like a teenager when your boyfriend gives you a blow job?"
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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.
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"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.
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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.