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Kinn agrees to share Porsche with Vegas for just one night.
Or so they thought.
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Kinn cuddled his boyfriend close to his chest, kissing his forehead repeatedly in an assurance to both of them. His heart was pounding, he kept glancing at the door nervously.
Still having trouble believing that he agreed to this madness.
“Porsche.” Kinn titled his head up, looking into his eyes. The younger hummed smiling at him warmly, making Kinn rethink his decision all again. “Are you sure you still want to do this?”
Porsche sighed. “If you’re having doubts, I’ll ask him to leave.”
Kinn considered it for a moment. He could close the door on the asshole’s face and forget this was ever arranged. Then he thought about Porsche.
Porsche couldn’t even be blamed. Kinn had been a dick to him after taking advantage of him. To even punishing him, and then tossing him out like he was nothing. Vegas had been the one who saved Porsche from potential self harm and depression. He couldn’t blame Porsche for being attached to him.
After some consultation and lot of thinking, they decided it was best for them to sort it out with each other once. It’d be out of Porsche’s system, and in return, Vegas had promised them that he would leave Kinn and Porsche alone. And even though Kinn didn’t trust him, he was doing it for Porsche. He had seen the need in his eyes, even though Porsche would never verbalize it.
“It’s fine. Just tonight and then it’s done for.” Kinn says softly, and Porsche nodded in agreement.
“I’m sorry, Kinn. You don’t deserve this.” Porsche says, sadness lacing his voice.
“It’s not the end of the world, you had to see me with that boy too.” Kinn thinks sourly of that moment, his stomach churning in disgust. If he could travel back to time, he would punch himself in the face.
“But you love only me, right?”
“Only you.”
“Me too.” Porsche kisses him gently. “I love you so much.”
At that moment, the door knocked and few seconds later, Ken walked in. “Khun Kinn, Mr. Vegas is here to see you.”
Kinn sighed and glanced at Porsche, nodding once. “Send him.”
Vegas came into view, smirking at both of them. He greeted them in his sophisticated English accent.
It was instinct for Kinn to be defensive as soon as Vegas stepped near, as he took a few deep breaths and nodded at him. He was dressed in a black shirt, which was barely buttoned up, revealing his entire chest to them.
“Khun Vegas.” Porsche acknowledged quietly, watching Kinn’s reaction. So far, he seemed fine.
After a while, Kinn gulped down the remainder of his wine and stood up. His body language screamed authority as both Porsche and Vegas listened to him patiently.
“I’ll repeat the rules, so I’m not to be blamed if you’re murdered.” Kinn says as if talking about the weather. “No kissing Porsche, that’s only for me. You’ll use a condom, only I can do him bare. And most importantly, if you hurt him even in the slightest, I’ll shoot you right there. I’ll be here the entire time, so don’t try anything funny.”
Porsche gave his signature cross eyed look whenever Kinn and Vegas interacted. He could sense Kinn was nervous while Vegas was ever his confident self.
“Anything else?” Vegas crossed his arms across his chest, waiting.
Kinn desperately thought of something more he could restrict that could minimize the contact, but couldn’t find any. He shook his head once, looking at him challengingly. This should be enough to turn any man off….
“I accept.” The bastard grins.
So, it was on.
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Kinn wanted to look away.
Yet, he couldn’t.
Somehow, he was disgusted as well as mesmerized by the view at the same time.
Vegas discarded his shirt onto the couch, which wasn’t exactly doing a great job at covering him in the first place. He grabbed Porsche’s waist, rubbing his skin there. “Arms up.”
Porsche obediently lifted his hands above his head, letting Vegas bare him. Vegas ran his hands over his chest and abs for several minutes, feeling Porsche’s breaths rapidly increase.
Kinn did look away when Vegas started unzipping his jeans. He noticed Porsche shaking a little, so he leaned forward and kissed the back of his ear, so that his chest was pressed to his bare back.
“Are you alright, love?” Kinn whispered in his ear to which Porsche nodded shakily.
“Yes. Don’t be too far, please.” He pleaded and Kinn almost had a smug look at that tone.
“Of course, I’m right here.” He comforted Porsche before putting his hands on his body again.
The soft clink of a belt falling on the floor interrupted their moment, and both of them were stunned to find Vegas naked, a few inches from them. He was already half hard, and his eyes looked dazed.
Kinn couldn’t avert his gaze from him as he realized that he and Vegas were identical down there. They were the same size and color, he cursed being related to this bastard at all.
“You can touch, Porsche.” Vegas responded smoothly, stepping a little closer.
Porsche looked at Kinn for approval who granted him with a nod. At least, the fact that he and Vegas were alike comforted him that Porsche preferred men, who resembled Kinn.
Kinn decided to undo Porsche’s trousers as he was busy stroking Vegas to full hardness. His cock was leaking profusely against his stomach, and if this wasn’t Vegas and his cousin, Kinn thought he would be turned on by the sight too. Or maybe not, he’d rather not know.
Kinn felt a little awkward being fully clothed whilst Vegas and Porsche were naked, now openly touching each other. Uptil now, he hadn’t kissed him, yet Kinn kept an eye on him.
Vegas grazed his forefinger over Porsche’s cock, watching as some of his precome laced over his finger. He carefully brought it to his own lips and sucked his finger, groaning at the taste of Porsche.
Kinn raised an eyebrow, oh so this bastard was a freak too. He was too lost in cursing him in his head that he didn’t listen to his request.
“What?” He paused, eyes glancing between his boyfriend and his cousin.
“I asked, if I could suck him.” Vegas was panting slightly, this was euphoric.
“Okay, but I will prep him.” Kinn glared again as Vegas went down on his knees, nuzzling his face against Porsche’s hard down.
Kinn felt an intense satisfaction in seeing Vegas kneeling like this, even if it was for pleasuring Porsche. Kinn kept kissing the back of Porsche’s neck, holding him in place as he grabbed the lube from the table.
“Baby, bend over a little.”
Porsche complied, moaning as the head of his cock slipped into Vegas’s awaiting mouth. His legs trembled, the double stimulation was too much. Kinn’s fingers slowly opening him up while Vegas’s warm mouth was wrapped around him, as he sucked his cock like his life depended on it.
“Ah, I can’t…” Porsche complained, his legs shook with the intense feeling.
Both Vegas and Kinn stopped, and Porsche almost complained at the loss of touch again. “Can we go to the bed?”
Vegas stood tall, and smirked at them. “Yeah, let’s go.”
So, that’s how Porsche found himself laying bound on the bed while two Theerapanyakuns had his way with him. Kinn was sitting next to him besides his head, watching intently as Vegas was in between his thighs, rolling a condom on his erected cock.
“I’m warning you again, be careful and don’t you dare hurt him.” Kinn spoke, his hand locked with Porsche’s who held it close to his chest.
“You’re holding the gun, Kinn. Not me.” Vegas said as a matter of fact, still mocking the fact that Kinn was fully clothed and the pistol strapped over his waist.
“Kinn.” Porsche said, and the older man rolled his eyes. Begrudgingly, he kept the gun in the drawer, sitting there unarmed. It felt ridiculous, but nothing more can ridicule the situation they’re currently in.
“Alright, Porsche. Can I?” Vegas says, positioning his cock in front of his hole, just not pressing in. The rim fluttered around it in anticipation, as Porsche nodded, tightening his hold on Kinn’s hand.
Vegas slowly breached his walls, groaning at how tight and good Porsche felt. When he was fully in, he glanced at Kinn and was surprised to find he was no longer scowling, but looked kind of intrigued by them.
“So good, bless you for this, brother.” Vegas grinned at him, and Kinn felt like smacking the shit out of him. Vegas was younger than him, but older than Porsche, but they roughly belonged to the same age group. Still, in that moment, Vegas seemed so mature than he usually is, the serious look on his face as he thrusted into Porsche.
Vegas fucked like an animal. Kinn’s jaw hurt with how much he was clenching it, at the loud sounds that filled the room. Porsche’s pleased broken moans and the slapping of skin on skin. He was about to lose calm and break them apart when Porsche suddenly cried out his name loud.
“Kinnnnnnn.”
He had been too lost in his evil thoughts to not notice Porsche looking at him with tears in his eyes, nuzzling his face against his inner thigh.
“Baby.” Kinn hurriedly grabbed his face, and caressed his cheeks. “What’s wrong, is he hurting you?” He shot another glare at Vegas who looked unimpressed.
When Porsche just sobbed silently instead of replying, Vegas halted for a second. “Kinn, he misses you.”
“What? I’m right here.” Kinn replied in confusion.
Vegas gave him a pointed look before gesturing toward Porsche who was practically trying to disappear between Kinn’s thighs. “Give him.”
“Fuck you.” Kinn spat at Vegas, but did listen to him as he unbuckled his belt.
He couldn’t believe he was doing what Vegas told him to, and how he understood what Porsche needed in the first place. Even crazier when Kinn himself got what he implied in a split second.
Initially, he felt a little embarrassed being naked in front of Vegas but all train of thoughts vanished as he was engulfed by Porsche’s hot and wet mouth. He was so eager, swallowing him down as he closed in eyes in pure bliss.
Kinn groaned as Porsche moaned around his cock, his eyes closed as if he found comfort in the act. He absent mindedly sucked on his cock, which was now completely hard and heavy on his tongue.
Suddenly, Kinn jumped when he felt Vegas hand on his bare waist.
What the fuck.
“Stand closer, brother.” His voice sounded so different, dropped several octaves low while his eyes were dark, so dark. “You’ll sprain Porsche’s neck.”
Kinn glanced down and realized Vegas was right. Porsche’s head was straining to reach Kinn’s cock, he was doing it on pure instinct, it seemed his mind was floating elsewhere.
Only because he cared about Porsche, Kinn stepped closer which gave him better access as Porsche dropped his head back on the pillow. Kinn took the opportunity to thrust into his awaiting mouth, drool and his precome flowing out of his outstretched lips.
“Beautiful.”
Kinn ignored Vegas, who had started thrusting back into Porsche again as the younger man placed his leg on his shoulder, to provide a better angle to him.
Fuck, he could feel it. Vegas’s breath on his side as he fucked into Porsche. All three of them were so close in proximity, they were sharing the same air.
And same boy.
Should I love or worship?
Suddenly, the room felt too hot. Kinn finally decided to get rid of his shirt as he threw it on the floor, which landed on Vegas’s clothes. He could feel both Vegas and Porsche stare as he kicked his pants too, which were hanging above his knees until now.
Much better.
“Porsche, are you close?” Vegas asked him, feeling him clench around his cock.
Porsche hummed around Kinn’s cock, the vibrations fueling a new wave of heat in his lower region.
Kinn was too lost in his pleasure when the unexpected happen.
He stopped breathing as Vegas’s mouth landed on his in a messy kiss. It was full of heat, frustration and lust. Kinn was too stunned to respond to him, simply standing there as Vegas practically sucked the soul out of him.
When he pulled away, he could only stare at the devil in disbelief who was now licking his lips.
“You only refrained me from kissing Porsche. Not you.” And then there was that damned smirk again.
Porsche brought his hand down to stroke himself, he was so close. “Please, please don’t stop.” He begged.
Now, neither of them knew what he was actually referring to. But at this point, both of them were too horny and mindless to actually care, all morals flying out of the window.
Vegas ran his hand across Kinn’s chest, his fingers pinching his hard nipples. Kinn was devastated, he couldn’t believe he was actually not repulsed or disgusted by the touch.
Suddenly in a fit of rage, Kinn grabbed Vegas’s neck, trying to choke him. The pressure on his neck made him moan as he instantaneously came into the condom, halting his movements inside Porsche as Kinn gasped in disbelief.
As if burned, he withdrew his hand while Vegas pulled out from Porsche and discarded the used condom. He was panting profusely, he was still hard even after orgasming.
“Ah, I told you not to stop.” Porsche complained as even Kinn stepped away from him, and he suddenly felt empty. He was so close, and needed to come so badly, it hurt.
Noticing Kinn hadn’t come either, Vegas patted him encouragingly. “Go ahead, maybe you’ll feel better that he only orgasms from your cock.”
“Stay away from me, you sick fuck.” Kinn finally regained his senses, as he manhandled Porsche and entered him in one stroke, making him moan in satisfaction at being filled again.
And who was Vegas, if he actually listened?
“Hey Porsche.” Vegas smirked as he stood directly behind Kinn, his lips grazing against his shoulder. Kinn shuddered as he focused on fucking Porsche, giving his boy what he needed.
“Yeah?” Porsche replied in a haze, grinning at the way Vegas was playing with Kinn. It was kind of funny to him.
“Where is Kinn most sensitive?” His hands wandered over his body despite Kinn’s earlier warning.
“His chest, P’Vegas.” Porsche grinned, and Kinn grabbed his jaw in embarrassment.
“What are you doing, huh?” Kinn lightly slapped him, whilst simultaneously trying to swat away Vegas’s roaming hands over his tits.
“Don’t worry.” Vegas says in English. “Anything that happens tonight will never be discussed again.”
And with that, he bit down on Kinn’s neck, causing his hips to stutter in Porsche, and he immediately spilled all over his abs, breathing heavily.
Kinn gained focus and thrusted a few more times in Porsche’s spent body before filling his hole with his come. He had no energy left to snap at Vegas anymore, letting the man touch and fondle him as he pleased.
Fuck, this wasn’t the plan. He was only supposed to stay to make sure Porsche wasn’t hurt, not fucking have a threesome with his cousin and boyfriend.
They laid together in silence for a while on Kinn’s bed, Porsche in the middle and the Theerapanyakun cousins on either of his side.
Maybe it was the post coital bliss, or the realization dawning upon them at what they had just done. Kinn glanced at Porsche to see him fidgeting, as he sat up in bed, grimacing at himself.
One look, and he could tell why. There was semen all over Porsche, be it his mouth, his ass or his tummy where he had come over himself.
“I’m going to shower, and none of you will follow.” He warned as he limped his way to the bathroom, the dull ache in his lower half already forming after being vigorously fucked by Vegas and then Kinn.
With Porsche gone, it was suddenly very awkward in the room as Kinn realized he and Vegas were laying naked in the same bed.
“Get the hell out.” Kinn says, but with a soft tone which held no malice.
Vegas rolled over to his side, smiling at him. And for a moment, Kinn was reminded of their older days, when they didn’t hate each other. In fact, they used to be the best of friends, until one day something happened which led to what they are today.
“Alright.” He smiled almost sadly, and then grabbed his clothes, hurriedly putting them back. The sooner he leaves, the better.
When he was fully dressed, Kinn addressed him again. “You got what you wanted, now keep your word.”
“I will.” Vegas promised. He hesitated for a moment, before sitting on the edge of the bed, his face inches close to Kinn who gulped.
“Kinn.” He placed his hand on his bare shoulder, and for the first time in his life, Kinn had seen the man look so nervous. He didn’t say a word, waiting for him to continue.
“Sometimes, I think about you, you know.” He breaths audibly. “What we had, and how we used to be.”
Kinn’s heart dropped. He knew what Vegas was talking about. He blinked repeatedly, shrugging off his hand from his shoulder. “If you’re trying to manipulate or trick….”
“If it’s that, then why are you avoiding my eyes?” Vegas asked.
Kinn controlled the haywire of emotions in his heart and stared at him. “There is no salvaging what was once there, you know that better than anyone else.”
“Yeah.” Vegas laughed bitterly, as he stood up. “Guess I do.”
“Goodbye, Kinn.”
This felt unfinished. Like a thread dangling from your cloth, and your OCD won’t let you calm down until you’ve let it out of your sight, or better, rid of it.
Grabbing Vegas’s hand, Kinn pulled him back roughly and kissed him. Vegas sighed against his lips, deepening it for just a moment before pulling away completely. He immediately went toward the door, not daring to look back at him again.
“Take care of Porsche.” He said as a farewell note, and just before he could slip out the room, added. “And yourself too.”
And he was gone.
Kinn was left with his thoughts, staring at the spot Vegas stood just a few minutes ago when suddenly the bathroom door opened and Porsche walked in, wearing one of Kinn’s bathrobes.
“Hey.” Porsche smiled and got into bed with him, cuddling against his side.
“He left.” Kinn said to Porsche, who shrugged.
“Obviously, that was the deal.” He said nonchalantly, and turned off the lights, settling into bed with a sigh.
“Yeah. The deal.” Kinn says softly, as if to persuade himself.
Kinn petted Porsche for sometime, as he happily laid there, basking in his attention and touch. As some time passed, he felt more at ease and eventually relaxed into his boyfriend’s arms.
“Aren’t you weirded out by what Vegas did to me?” Kinn blurted out when he could no longer keep it to himself. He wanted to make sure it didn’t bother Porsche.
“A little weird, but who cares.” Porsche yawns. “It just took me by surprise.”
“Did you know, me and Vegas were each other’s first kiss.” Kinn confessed the thing he had kept in his heart and swore to never tell another soul. But here he was, pouring his said heart to Porsche, the love of his life.
“I see.” Porsche replies. “When?”
“It happened when I was 11 and he 10. I didn’t know he remembered it too, until today.” Kinn says. He definitely ought to.
“Looks like did. Anyways, he’s not as bad as he seems, I overheard your talk when I was in the shower.” Porsche says.
“Yeah.” Kinn says faintly. Suddenly, he felt dull and didn’t wish to talk anymore.
“Sleep now.” Kinn pulls his head to his chest, knowing it was Porsche’s favorite place to be. As expected he sighed happily, and hummed. Soon enough, he was snoring softly leaving Kinn alone with his thoughts again.
What went wrong?
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The next day, Porsche was running around the house while texting his friends in the group chat.
Porsche – bro I had the wildest night ever!!
Jom - lmao yass bro tell us
Porsche - fucked two cousins at the same time jsksjdisjsjskf
Tem - get it XD Shia Porsche you’re a bigger hoe than Jom and me LMAO
Porsche grinned at the messages, giving them some details.
Jom - aye does the crappy boss know?
Porsche thought about it. They think Tankhun is his boss, which was true for some time until Kinn had begged him to five him back. He was grinning from ear to ear when Tankhun had exposed Kinn, saying how he didn’t leave his room until he gave Porsche back to him.
Porsche - nah man, but it was fun! Now I get why you enjoy being with Teh and Time so much Tem 555555
Jom - damn, I need to find myself some bitches too. You and Tem can’t lead me out like this L
Porsche kept his phone aside when he noticed Arm looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Sup, man.” He greeted Arm who smiled adorably.
“Are you sexting Khun Kinn? Seriously?” Pol smirked at him, while Arm grinned too.
“Nah, why would I when I can actually do him instead.” He laughed, stretching his body. He was a little sore from last night.
Ken walked past them covering his ears. “I’m not paid enough for this shit.”
Finally a normal day, as Porsche sighed in utter happiness. He was about to go on with his day, when he heard several cars pull up in front of the house.
His heart dropped as the minor family stepped out. He had forgotten today was an important business meeting between the two families. Vegas walked out and gave him the faintest of smiles and one to Kinn, who was on the opposite side of the hall before settling in for work.
Porsche pulled at his own hair when he realized one thing.
Maybe it’s not over yet.