⌛ 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.
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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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.