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By the time Porsche gets back from his evening run it is already twilight outside. Kinn is still sitting at the counter, nose buried in his laptop, basked in the soft light from the floor lamp next to the sofa. Shutting the door behind him, he toes his shoes off and tosses his headphones onto a side table. Instead of grabbing his yoga mat and heading back out to the porch to stretch, as he usually does, he heads straight for the shower. He'll just deal with sore muscles tomorrow.
Kinn looks up from his laptop, dark eyes follow him across the room where he's about to round the corner to dip into the shower.
“What, no stretching?” Kinn asks, voice deep as he looks Porsche up and down, taking in his short workout shorts and muscle-tee. The look makes him shiver. Porsche stops right before rounding the corner to the shower, leaning against the wall, popping his hip out.
“Oh” He smirks, giving Kinn a once over where he's turned around, spread out against the counter. “Why ask?” He plays coy, enjoying the heat in Kinns eye's as they raked over his body.
“It's a very important part of a workout routine” Kinn says matter of factly.
“I'm touched, caring about my body's well being” Porsch feigns sincerity, keeping his eyes on the other man. Kinn crosses the floor, stopping just in front of him, his breath ghosting over Porsches lips.
“Oh I care a great deal about your body” Kinn noses at his jaw. And Oh Fuck. Porsche feels heat starting to pool low in his gut hot and syrupy. It's unfair how easily Kinn can turn him on, like the man could tap into his libido with a simple touch or word.
“Hmm. You just want to see me bent over” He breathes running his hand up Kinns arms, wrapping around his biceps. He flicks his eyes up locking on Kinns, where his own lust is reflected back.
“Most definitely” Kinn's breath is hot between them and then Porsche is being pushed against the wall, pinned there by Kinn's solid bulk, being kissed with an inch of his life. Kinn's lips are soft and demanding, licking into his mouth. Not to be out done he grabs hold of the back of Kinn's neck taking control of the kiss, biting at Kinn's bottom lip pulling it in between his teeth.
He groans loudly when their clothed erections rub together. He throws his head back, thudding in against the wall. Kinn wastes no time in taking advantage of the exposed neck, pressing hot kisses and nibbles along the column, leaving red marks in the wake. Kinn has an obsession with marking him, he already had a myriad of marks peppering his chest and thighs.
Porsche cranes his neck, trying to get Kinn to kiss him again. He's obliged instantly. The kiss is hard and no less controlling than the previous one. Porsche sinks his hands into Kinn’s hair, once again taking control of the kiss.
Kinn drags his hands up Porsche's body, bunching up his shirt, pinching his hard nipple, rolling the bud between his fingers. The pain pleasure makes him gasp which Kinn swallows before reclaiming control of the kiss. The constant push and pull of control between them made their encounters all the more enticing, neither of them willing to give in.
He bucks against Kinn, to get more friction against his straining dick. Kinn grabs his hips, halting his movements, shoving a muscular thigh between his legs. He rutts against it shamelessly, the arousal thrumming through his brain making him ignore how needy he came across.
“Fuck Porsche” Kinn groans, pressing his own hard erection into the crook of Porsche's hip.
“Shower?” Porsche phants, feeling dishevelled.
“Why bother, you'll just get dirty again” Kinn grins against his mouth. He pulls Porsche's sweaty shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor, going back to kissing him.
Kinn starts walking backwards holding onto his hips pulling him with, leading them to the sofa, sitting down pulling Porsche into his lap so he's straddling him.
Kinn's hands slip inside his running shorts and boxers, to come to rest on his bare ass, kneading the muscle there, his fingers resting on the cleft. Rising onto his knees allowing Kinn to slide off the reminding of his clothes. His dick springs free, already beading pre-cum at the tip. Kinn looks up at him with hunger, gripping his ass again. The feeling of the fabric of Kinn's clothes feels rough against his sensitive, hot skin.
“You too, off” He tugs at Kinn's ridiculous button down shirt, desperate for skin to skin contact. As much as the idea of having Kinn fuck him while fully clothed sent sparks of pleasure throug him it wasn't what he wanted, not today, but he stores the idea away for later. Kinn quickly sheds his clothes, without either of them getting up from the sofa, Porsche rans his palm over Kinn's chest admiring the well toned muscles there.
He cups Kinn's face, leaning down for a deep kiss. Kinn groans into the kiss, grabbing Porsche's hips to pull him down to grind their leaking erections together.
“Suck” Kinn commands holding up two fingers to Porsche's lips. Instead of letting Kinn push his fingers into his mouth Porsche twists his own fingers into Kinn’s soft hair, janking his head back making him groan. He looks down on Kinn, smirking, sticking his tongue out at Kinn.
“Behave” His voice is husky, tightening his grip on Porsche's hip in a warning.
Locking eyes with Kinn who looks back at him with hungry eyes, holding the intense gaze, he carefully wraps his lips around the digits slowly swallowing them into his mouth. He grids down rubbing their dicks together, making himself moan around the fingers.
“So good,” Kinn murmurs. The praise makes a shiver run Porsche's spine, going straight to his leaking erection.
Kinn pulls his fingers out, made slick by Porsche's spit and nudges them to Porsche's entrance pushing one of them all the way in, in a quick solid movement.
“Shit” Porsche gasps at the intrusion, arching his back and grabbing hold of Kinn's shoulders. Kinn kisses his jawline soothing him until Porsche starts rocking back against the finger. Kinn adds the other one working both of them in, in a small grinding motion that already has Porsche gasping, meeting the shallow thrusts which are nowhere near enough, r
“See, stretching is important” Kinn smirks up at Porsche. It's a terrible joke. Porsche's laugh turns into a loud moan when Kinn hits his prostate dead on, pleasure shooting through him.
Rocking back harder onto the fingers working him open, trying to urge Kinn on, but Kinn pulls his hand away just enough that he won't press against that sweet spot unless Kinn allows him to.
The bastard had way too much control over himself and Porsche had made it his mission to get him to snap, which would be easier if Kinn didn't make him lose his mind with a simple touch.
It's ever so slightly too dry, the burn highlighting the pressure zing-ing through him everytime Kinn finally chooses to hit the spot inside of him, making him arch his back, moaning loudly.
Porsche wraps his hand around both of their erections, firmly moving his hand up and down and running his thumb over the leaking Kinn's tip.
“Fuck, Porsche” Kinn groans, using his free hand to pull Porsche down into a sloppy kiss. The movement of Porsche hand made easy by how much they both are leaking. Porsche loves the feel of Kinn thick, heavy and hard in his hand.
He can feel himself draw closer to the edge with the stimulation to his prostate and his own hand on his dick.
Kinn pulls his fingers out, making Porsche whine at the loss, he had been so close. Kinn brings three fingers to his lips this time, which Porsche bites down on. The bite earns him a fist in his hair, the slight sting making him groan and buck into his own hand.
“I thought I told you to behave” Kinn's voice is cool, but he has not once looked away from his face, his dark eyes look liquid with heat. Having all of Kinn's attention is a heady thing, making Porsche feel too big for his skin, making him want to squirm. Porsche relents, sloppily sucking on the fingers, swirling his tongue around them, coating them as well as he can.
Pulling his fingers out, Kinn brings them back to Porsche's hole and inserts all three at once. The burn makes Porsche rear back trying to get away from the intrusion, before pushing back against the fingers, getting used to the feeling.
After thrusting the fingers a few times, Kinn taps his thigh to get him to rise up to his knees, guiding the blunt head of his cock to the puffy entrance. Porsche grabs hold of Kinn's shoulders again to help him balance, Kinn's large hot hands hold his waist helping him down. Sinking down onto the length, Porsche moans high pitched. It’s all too much, the spit not being enough to ease the way, it's not nearly enough and he needs so much more, more of Kinn.
Finally sitting fully back down, he feels so full, Kinn hot and pulsing inside of him. He's taking deep breaths trying to get used to the feeling. Kinn rubs soothing circles on his lower back, he pulls him flush to him trapping his sensitive dick between their sweaty bodies. He reaches up in another heated kiss, greedily eating all the small noises Porsche makes. Kissing Kinn feels like drowning, the lack of oxygen making him feel high.
Porsche rocks back slightly, making them both gasp into each other's mouths. Kinn tightens his grip on his waist urging him to start moving. He rises up and grinds slowly back down, the stretch feels amazing, Kinn thrusts up meeting Porsche's movements. Together they set a hard pace, Porsche fucking himself down on Kinn, and Kinn snapping his hips up each time moving in tandem with Porsche.
Rising up enough, leaving only the tip inside, before slamming down in one swell movement he hits his own prostate dead on making him see stars.
“Ah, Kinn!” He moans, throwing his head back, breaking the kiss. Kinn wastes no time in biting and kissing his neck. Kinn bites down on his peck, sucking a dark mark into the flesh while twisting his nipple. The mixture of pain- pleasure makes him lose his rhythm, resting his forehead on Kinns shoulder, to catch his breath.
“It's so dark out there, anyone walking by will see right in here” Kinn speaks directly into ear, his voice dark. “What would they see, Porsche?” Kinn's rhetorical question makes a wave of shame and arousal wash over him, he can just imagine the scene any possible passers-by would see, the mental image makes him flush spread all the way down his chest. Kinn wraps his arms tighter around him. “They'd see you, all flushed and desperate riding my dick, taking your own pleasure” He answers his own question, is breathless hot and wet against his ear, and Porsche needs Kinn to stop talking. “So gorgeous, flushed and hard for me” Kinn bites his earlobe, making him whine
He starts moving again, in short and sharp, shallow thrusts, making Kinn moan. His hands going to his ass, fingers ghosting against his rimm where his dick is disappearing into Porsche. Kinn helps him guide his movement ensuring he brushes up against his prostate everytime, making white hot pleasure shoot through his whole body. His balls are drawing up, his orgasm so close, so close.
Porsche's movements are becoming erratic, feeling the strain in his thighs. He desperately needs to come. He wants Kinn's hands on him.
“Kinn touch me” He phants.
“I am” Kinn grins, tightening his grip on his ass, his voice is breathless giving away just how close he is as well.
“Fuck you, Kinn” Porsche bites out in between moans, bringing his own hand to his weeping erection to get himself off. Kinn chuckles, batting his hand away replacing it with his own, stroking him with firm long strokes contrasting with the short thrust of his hips.
Porsche comes hard between them, with a sinful twist of Kinn's hand, painting both of their abdomen white. He groans, slumping against Kinn.
Kinn pulls him tighter to him, fucking up into him in long hard strokes chasing his own release. Just as it's about to get too much, too sensitive, Kinn comes, emptying inside of Porsche. He leans back against the sofa.
Porsche climbs off of Kinn feeling the cum trickle out of him grimacing. He heaves himself onto the sofa next to Kinn, he'll worry about the clean up later, reaching for a pack of cigarettes on the side table, lighting one. The smoke burns his throat, grounding him back in his own body. Smoking always helped him come down from his post orgasm high.
“Looks like you were right about not showering” He breathes out a lung full of smoke. Next to him Kinn hufs a laugh.
Kinn gets up first, taking a shower while Porsche finishes his cigarette. He looks out the window, where behind his own reflection he can just make out the horizon contrasted the dark sea.