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Porsche has gone over a month without sex.

Which means he’s gone over a month without fucking some pretty thing behind the bar. A month without a dick deep up his ass—nor a finger or a tongue! Forget masturbation—Porsche had learned the gruesome realization of how jerking off one day nearly started a wildfire from his room all the way down the street as sirens shrieked and scared neighbors had come banging on his door in the middle of the night. 

Porsche shudders just thinking about what would happen if he really did get intimate with someone. He’d spend the rest of his life in a steel jail cell, he imagines. The Council takes shit like this as seriously as stealing food from the Fae realm or gold from a Dragon. There are some lines you never cross when it comes to Creatures.

Unlike the Slayers who controlled crime around the world, the police hardly batted an eye toward human criminals. For someone like Porsche who was more than aware of this fact, he still found himself enraged with shock when the man who had stabbed him with a broken bottle at the Hum Bar last month got away free. 

Given the fact that Porsche had felt incredibly immense pain as he burst into flames on the spot, ashes tinging the air and the sound of the stranger screaming Bloody Mary—who Porsche had seen once and has to say wasn’t all the myths cut out to be—the last thing he remembers before, well, fucking dying, was probably why the attacker was never brought in. 

When he woke up the next day, alive and more than well, a flame brightening inside his soul, he’d been told by a specialist he was a Pheonix. 

Fuck. He’s a Phoenix. Porsche still finds the concept of not being human difficult to wrap his mind around.

Immortal…or at least until his life cycle ends—whenever that may be. 

He was never born human in the first place, and that is the thought most terrifying to him. Phoenix's are hereditary and according to the handbook, he should have been raised according to the rituals but that was only possible in a world where his parents were still alive. Their previous guardian, their uncle was always shot up on some drug and Porsche gave him the boot forever ago. It was unlikely he has knowledge about any of it in the first place considering Phoenix's are mysterious creatures while much of their history is unknown.

Hence why he has zero control over most of his powers or the extent of it either. But at the very least he had studious Chay, a now twenty-three-year-old genius who has recently acquired stacks of textbooks—courtesies of dating a filthy rich singer, Kim Theerapanyakul, who also happens to be a descendant of an entire line of pureblood Dragons. 

So Porsche assumes it really is true what they say about Dragons and hoarding. 

When Chay had first begun dating Kim three years ago, Porsche remembers ruthlessly devouring any book about Dragons, consumed by his overprotective mode and driven to learn every single detail. Including a shocking piece of information involving the contents of their pants being the reason he could never truly look Kim in the eyes for a long time after, almost scooping Chay into his arms and dragging him to some distant, far away land to keep him safe. 

So his entire world turned upside down and now he was here. Forever.

At the very least, the transition process is not as terrible considering Porsche has Kim, Jom who partied frequently in most Creature clubs while Tem has been dating two Fae’s who he has still not met yet since the Fae realm works on a different clock.

Porsche has never adjusted well to change—yes, he’s aware of the irony as he had never lived in a stable environment, especially while growing up. 

Except at twenty-seven, he was finally holding on to the reins as tightly as he could—he was satisfied with his life. 

So it really is no wonder he can’t get railed within an inch of his life; he’s too busy being fucked sideways to Sunday by fate for as long as he can remember. 

Logically speaking, Porsche could’ve had sex ages ago. Everyone knows a fledgling Phoenix who has just been resurrected is best suited with Dragons as they are the only Creature capable of withstanding the flames—or as Porsche likes to call it—spontaneous combustion. 

This is why Chay visits one of his favorite topics over a lovely morning breakfast.

“There’s a Creature party this Saturday.” He says in the least inconspicuous tone he’s ever heard in his life, doe-eyes brown from above the rim of his mug.

Ah, fuck.

Kim, unbothered as ever, continues eating his eggs, the ketchup-drawn smile turning into a frown as he runs the knife through the middle. Porsche grimaces. He’s heard of this so-called party. Anyone who is anybody knows about it—knows who hosts it too.

“We’re not moving into The White Lotus, Chay.” His tone indicates finality as he bites into his bread a little too harshly.

Chay throws his hands in the air, immediately on the defense, “It’s just a party, you love parties!”

“Not anymore. Not until I get a handle on—all of this,” Porsche gestures to his body, feeling the crackle of a flame setting alight.

Kim snorts, “Everyone there is a Creature.” He points out. “And you’ve been around enough to know my brother’s parties are always the safest.” 

Apparently, his admission earns him boyfriend points because Chay leans into him, smiling as if he’s his whole world and smacking a huge kiss to the dimple of his cheek. The sight of Kim’s blush makes Porsche gingerly push his plate away, losing his appetite. 

Kim pokes his tongue out to him, and because he’s reduced to the age of seven in his presence, Porsche sticks his own out back, much to Chay’s dismay who simply huffs amusedly and swoops in to kiss his cheek as well. 

Which is absolutely horrendous as he has now Kim Theerapanyakul cooties all over his fucking cheek.

Truth is, Porsche knows Kim is right. There is no excuse and Kinn’s reputation precedes him. 

Through the grapevine over the years, he’s learned Kinn once saved a whole endangered cove of mermaids, has big-shot world incorporations in his back pocket, how there is a room at The White Lotus where you could swim in the piles of gold, and still not reach the floor no matter how far deep you go, how he once ate every person in a meeting in his Dragon form because they’d betrayed him, how he’s considered the best lay in the country, or how he “banged his cock” into every twink in Bangkok, and how humongous the size of his dick really is which—

Which definitely did not strike a visceral reaction to occur within him when he first heard that. Especially not when he remembered he has—

“You need to get fucking laid .”

Kim’s cutthroat words snap him out of his daze quicker than he realizes he could smell the arousal on him. Porsche wants to suddenly slam his head into a wall.

“Yeah, hia. You do.” Chay affirms cheerfully, taking another sip of his tea, a brightly wild glint in his eyes, “And what do you know? We have a perfectly good contender…” He trails on, side-eyeing his boyfriend with a Cheshire-like smile creepier than the Bloody Mary. Well, anything could be scarier than her which is truly food for thought considering how Porsche is severely afraid of ghosts.

It takes him a moment, however, to understand just who Chay had in mind. His skin begins to prickle as feathers appear, knee bobbing up and down sporadically. 

“ Kinn? ” He exclaims, voice shriller than a Siren, gaining winces from the pair opposite him with sensitive ears. 

Porsche sounds as if he’s dreamed about him every night since he resurrected, which would be hypothetically, theoretically, and abstractly sort of true in a way.

It’s just that. Fuck, it’s so embarrassing but eleven out of ten times Porsche has been the one sought after. He never ever made the first move—he doesn’t know how. Forget the fact that Kinn has not once tried getting to know him in the past three years, nor have they met face-to-face, a notable detail since he’s done so with Tankhun plenty of times who never left his house!

“Nope. Kinn hates me.” He says shortly, frustrated because his pants are getting tight, surging with the need for release. Porsche counts to ten in his mind, cursing at the area between his legs for behaving as if he’s a teenage boy discovering sex for the first time. 

Chay makes a wounded sound, palm flat on his chest as Kim chokes out a demonic enough laugh to bring a chill down his spine.

“You think my brother has time to hate you?” He scoffs, throwing his head back with a cackle.

Ignoring him, Chay says earnestly, “Hia, P’Kinn doesn’t hate you.”

In the background, Kim is still laughing, wiping tears with a tissue paper, and wheezing like he’s got a balloon stuck in his throat.

“I’m not—” His type.

Kim seems to sober up, balling up the tissue in his fist, “I’m sorry—” He was so not sorry. “—You’re so lucky you’re pretty.” When Chay shoots him a look, he licks his lips, rolling his eyes. “Look. Trust me when I say ‘hate’ is the last word I’d use to describe what he feels towards you.”

Skeptically, Porsche shakes his head, “He hasn’t once tried meeting me.”

“Have you?” Kim’s retort makes him flinch.

Beside him, Chay nods, parting his mouth for a second before determination seeps through his features and Porsche recognizes it from the time he’d been wholly set on dating Kim all those years ago. “Kinn has been really kind to me and he’s a powerful Dragon which is why I want you to try meeting him. I need you to trust me.”

Upon hearing those words, Porsche ceases immediately. He trusts Chay with his life—more than anyone else and that annoying little shit knew saying that would make him fold. It’s no secret either how Kinn has been a constant presence in his life given how Chay had been obsessed with his brother from a young age. Then there was the news, the gossip, and the pictures…

And he really fucking looks good in the pictures.

Porsche exhales, releasing tension from his neck as he stretches it back. “One hour.” 

A satisfied curl of a smile appears on Chay’s lips as he straightens in his seat, glee unbidden across his face. “You won’t regret it, I promise.” 

He offers his pinky and Porsche curls his own around it, stress decreasing by the hopeful look in his eyes. “I’m holding you to it.” For good measure, he reaches out and ruffles Chay’s hair, earning him an exasperated grumble as he attempts to fix the strands with dotted pink cheeks. 

Kim’s gentle smile still alarms Porsche even after all this time, especially when it’s directed towards him, but the weight of it diminishes quickly as if it was never really there. He then wonders if Kinn was the same. Except it didn’t really matter, did it? 

Porsche was going to Mr. Brightside this shit like always. 

It was just a fuck. Only a fuck.

“Yo—ing to—art—on—urd—?”

Porsche's brain feels like someone decided to pop it in the microwave. “The fuck?”

He moves to decline the call but a pleading voice from the phone halts him.

A bunch of garbled nonsense transmits before, “Ah, shit, sorry. The service in the Fae realm feels like I’m trying to contact you from space.” Tem sighs heavily, bursting the speaker on his phone. 

“Aren’t you already in space?” He knows the fae realm shares the same location as the normal realm except that it was on a different plane not visible to the eye unless special mushrooms were consumed.

And as someone who has tried alleyway-drugged-up-creep mushrooms and absolutely hated it, he was not entirely sure he was ready for the magical ride of the same name.

Unfortunately, Tem doesn’t fall for the jab.

“I HEARD YOU’RE GOING TO KINN’S PARTY!” He repeats so loudly, Porsche has to throw his phone on the bed.

“Why are you yelling?” He complains, putting the phone on speaker and far away from him, in case he screams again. Porsche’s ears are sensitive enough as a Phoenix.

“I am? Anyway, I just wanted to know if you’re coming because we’ll be there.” Tem says amidst more shuffling and crackling noises. 

Porsche falls back into bed, “‘We’ as in you and your boyfriends?”

“Of course! They’re Kinn’s best friends.”

Porsche sits up, “What?”

“I SAID, TIME AND TAY ARE KINN’S CHILDHOOD FRIENDS!”

He kicks his phone to the ground, willing the feathers forming on his arms to fade, unsettled by the way he can faintly smell ash in the air.

“Can you please , for the love of god, stop yelling?” But because he’s got dick and balls on his brain, he quickly leans into the phone to say as seriously as possible, “You’re clearly not my best friend if you’ve been holding out important information like this from me.” He hisses like a bird if a bird could hiss.

“Oh, so it is true that you want Kinn to dick you down.”

“That motherfucker,” He says to himself, already imagining all the ways he’ll strangle Kim. He knew he never should’ve introduced them to each other.

“What’s this about Kinn dicking someone down?” A heavenly voice comes through.

“Porsche wants Kinn to rearrange his guts,” Tem explains simply.

“Thank you. Thank you very much for airing out my business like that.”

“Hi, Porsche! I’m Tay.” A sweet voice welcomes him. Oh, damn. He didn’t realize Fae really did sound like honey dripped on warm, soft bread.

“Hi, Tay. It’s nice to finally meet the man who’s occupied so much of my evil friend’s time. He loves to gatekeep.” 

A melodic laugh soothes all the mess the yelling did to his ears. “Likewise. I’ve been wanting to meet the infamous Porsche.”

“Infamous?” Porsche giggles nervously.

“Mm-hm!” Tay replies with no elaboration. “If you want Kinn, you won’t really have to try. He’ll eat you right up.”

“ Eat me, eat me, or eat me out , eat me?”

“Both.” He says in a delighted tone.

Porsche feels faint, briefly noticing he’s half-Phoenix, covered with golden and red feathers, popping a fiery tail, and eyes glowing. Oh, and hard as rocks. Cause, of course.

“Okay and how are you so sure?”

Tay says, “I know because when Kinn first saw you, he wanted to fuck—”

The room crashes into silence as Porsche holds his breath. 

“Hello?” He calls out, waiting like his life is on the line and it is! “Tay? Tem?” 

Porsche lurches forward to the ground but is too late to realize his foot was stuck in the blanket so he practically falls flat on his face. Cursing out loud, he reaches for his phone, only to find that the call has ended and that it reaches voicemail every time he tries calling. 

Dejected, he gives up, mind reeling from the endless possibilities of how that sentence could’ve ended. One second more and he could’ve known , but the universe absolutely hates him.

So there he was, on the floor with burning feathers all over his titties, helplessly thinking about dick in silence.

Porsche wears his best clothes on Saturday evening, which just so happens to be the new jeans he bought a while back which make his ass look like a peach and this sleeveless tight crop top that reaches just above his belly button. When he checks himself out in the mirror, he’d thought he’d done a pretty bang-up job on his appearance for a guy who’s barely on the middle-class level of society.

That is until he sees The White Lotus looming ahead of them and all the Creatures filing in to enter amongst high-class humans who were filtered by Kinn’s security detail specifically. 

“What the fuck?” Porsche slouches, “Why is everyone Barbie and I’m just Ken?” He tugs his shirt down with pursed lips.

Kim, that fancy motherfucker, is wearing a black, sheer shirt to match his loose trousers, silver hoop earrings, rings on his fingers, and leather shoes. He gives him a once-over, “Because you’re dressed like a frat boy?” 

With a small wai to the limo driver who’d driven them here, Chay twirls around on his heel, “Babe, you think I look like a frat boy?” 

Because blood is thicker than water, Chay had decided to wear a matching outfit with Porsche. The only difference in their appearance was how Chay could make any outfit look charmingly cute whereas Porsche probably just looked like a slut. And he sure hoped he did because he certainly did not come to this part of town to have a nice chat.

It’s comically typical of Kim to fall for his little brother’s innocent manipulation tactics hook, line, and sinker, for he sputters, reaching for his bare waist, “No. No, I don’t. You look incredible, sweetheart.” He insists with a hint of panic in his tone.

“Simp,” Porsche mutters under his breath as Chay gives Kim a disbelieving look.

He snickers to himself. Kim was lucky Chay wasn’t a resurrected Phoenix because he would not be able to handle the fire-cracker of a Kittisawat he already is on top of the heightened powers of his true form.

“Hia will have Kinn begging on his knees,” Chay affirms, turning to him, “And if not, he could pull any Dragon he wanted.” His pointed approval and praise give him the confidence boost he needed, grateful for his little brother’s support. 

He swings an arm around his shoulder, “And this is why you’re my favorite brother.”

“I’m your only brother,” He replies with his chin tilted upwards, locking the three of them close with his palms on their backs. 

They dodge a group of vampires who swoop into the driveway in bat form, transforming into humans right before they touch the ground, leaving behind a poof of smoke. One of them is a woman who catches Porsche’s eyes and flashes her fangs flirtatiously before strutting inside in her five-inch black heeled boots. He is too caught up in cataloging every Creature to even form a reaction, eyes flitting towards a giant who shrinks himself to an average human height and a half-werewolf whose tail smacks back and forth in the air, ears perked high.

Porsche has never seen this many Creatures all together in one place before because no other location has been of this size. One might even say Kinn might be overcompensating for something, but Porsche knows that isn’t the case…

“Good evening, Khun Kim.” A man in glasses greets them alongside another guard in a suit and long ponytail who looked like someone fed him magic mushrooms—and not the fun kind.

“Khun Kinn is expecting you and Khun Porchay.” Says Ponytail Guy who raises an eyebrow at Porsche, dragging his eyes up and down. “And who might you be?”

Porsche plasters on a shit-eating grin and is ready to flip on his charm, but before he could say anything, the Glasses guy steps in.

“You must be Khun Porsche. My name is Arm. Please step forward.” He guides him to stand on top of a drawing on the ground. It’s a circle with an abstract design that glows as soon as he enters.

Arm places his left thumb on Porsche’s forehead and the other on his belly button, causing his stomach to flutter with nerves, “Oh, wow.” He sounds like Owen Wilson. “At least buy me dinner first.” He says before tingles erupt across his whole body, turning his brain fuzzy.

A ghost of a smile appears on Arm as he says, “I’m certain you would find Khun Kinn far better good company in comparison to mine.” He releases his hold simultaneously halting the glow emitting from the ground. 

“So, do I have a sign on my forehead that reads I’ve got a huge hard-on for Kinn or?” He asks.

Arm pauses. Blinks. “No.” 

Behind him, Kim’s cough sounds a lot like a laugh.

“I don’t get paid enough for this shit.” Ponytail Guy mutters.

Porsche clears his throat. “So you didn’t read my mind?”

“Arm is a security witch. He can’t read your mind.” Kim says with exasperation.

“Well, unless Khun Kinn orders me to. He has a lot of enemies you see.” Arm fixes his glasses.

“He is a very important man indeed,” Chay chirps as if that detail is valuable to Porsche’s knowledge. “Alright, shall we enter?” He asks Arm who gives him a nod.

“Of course. Khun Porsche is all clear.”

When they step through the door and into the hallway, Porsche asks, “Security witch? Is that why Kinn’s parties are the safest?”

Kim nods, “Arm is one of the most trusted staff members and is a very powerful witch. That spell was to check your soul balance.”

He’d heard of witches who could detect such a thing. Soul balance was the inclination of good or evil. The idea of a witch achieving this level of mastery is rare, and it is no wonder Kinn was able to have him on his staff. 

“He did a scan and put a few harmless spells to avoid illnesses, STD’s and or spiked drinks.” 

“Spiked drinks?” Porsche frowns.

“Every food or drink we offer is chosen by Kinn and is of the highest quality. The drinks will automatically change color if it senses any additional content.” Kim catches Porsche’s expression, half-smirk like a crescent. “You think it’s pretentious?”

“No.” He says honestly, embarrassed to admit it turns him on to know Kinn took care of his guests. Meaning he could take care of Porsche, and fuck, he’d never wanted something more—something he didn’t realize he ached for in the first place. 

“And that’s my cue to leave,” Kim announces, ignoring the way Porsche is starting to morph into a Phoenix. 

Kim ends up tugged back into place as his hand was encased in Chay’s. 

His younger brother’s sincere gaze is soft, “Try to have fun, hia.” He tells Porsche. “No one will care if you look like this.” The underlying message of chill the fuck out is well received, still keeping his morph at bay despite it.

Porsche hums in response, well aware he looks like a colorful pigeon at best. But no one bats an eye towards his long tail curled behind him nor at how he’s sporting a mohawk made of flames. It’s far better than the reaction of a random passerby on the street who had stared at him with half-curiosity and trepidation, or the time he half-transformed in the ring and the other guy almost shat his pants. Which would’ve almost made him laugh if it weren’t for the fact that he got banned right after for foul play. He had come to know later that Creatures could only participate in fights with each other and Creature-human fights were illegal. 

The irony was baffling.

“Hey, hot stuff!” A familiar voice calls out. Between throngs of people, Tem appears with a frown across his face as he reevaluates what he’d just said. “Wait. That sounded a lot better in my head.” 

“I thought it was funny!” Chay beams, eyes crinkling. 

They fist-bump when Tem offers his hand, “I missed you, nong.” 

Chay giggles, “How was the Fae realm? Are those your boyfriends?” He refers to two of the prettiest men he’s ever laid eyes on striding—no. Fucking gliding up to them, practically floating in the air.

Up close, he notices their skin is coated with glitter, shiny and smooth, a faint glow reverberating around their bodies like an aura. Their eyes are round but also sharp, lips full, and dainty fingers. An aroma of a flower field emits from the pair and suddenly Porsche finds that perhaps Tem did have a valid reason to remain in the Fae realm. Porsche would fuck off to fairyland too if he had boyfriends like that.

And Tem? Tem has never looked happier, skin bright and fresh. He appeared younger and Porsche assumes it’s courtesy of the water in the Fae realm which contained drops from the Fountain Of Youth and ran through several of the other realms as well. 

“Yes, that’s Time and Tay,” He introduces, pointing to each. “And this is Porsche, his younger brother Chay. Kim, you already know.” The youngest Theerapanyakul simply nods in acknowledgment.

Tay stretches out his hand, “It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” His skin is softer than silk and just the right temperature against Porsche’s warm palm. “I’m beginning to think it really is true what he said about you. You are absolutely gorgeous.” He proclaims, accompanied by sparkling eyes. 

He teases Tem, cooing, “You talk about me?”

Tem looks as if he is going to disagree but stops himself, sharing a look with his boyfriends. 

“You can say that.” Time’s intense gaze is laced with mischief. 

“Oh,” Porsche starts, going for nonchalance, “Remember the other day you called me?”

Tem groaned, “Sorry again about that. The service is so shitty, I couldn’t give mae a proper call either.” He says, smiling when Time snatches champagne flutes from a floating tray and hands one to each of them.

Porsche scratches his forehead, antsy from impatience, “But Tay was saying something about Kinn before it cut off.”

“Was he?” Tem asks, meeting Tay’s mirthful gaze as he takes a sip of the shimmery blue liquid.

“Why don’t you talk to Kinn yourself?” Time makes a valid point Porsche does not want to accept. 

“He thinks Kinn hates him,” Kim helpfully supplies in the most bored tone, but it’s rather the admission itself which has Tay and Time choke on their drinks in synchronicity. 

They wipe their chins with the back of their hands, lips glossy. “Huh?” 

Porsche flushes pink.

“My brother was being his emotionally constipated self.”

Tay pinches the bridge of his nose, “Why did he have to be such an Aquarius.”

Porsche has no clue what that means or anything about what’s going on.

“Look, Kinn will be around here somewhere.” Tay says, “If you don’t find him, I’ll introduce you.” He promises. 

“You might not need to.” Chay points to a man conversing with a group of humans.

Although he was across the room, Kinn’s broad form seems impossibly wider than any picture he’s seen of him, making the humans look as thin as posts. His black and red ombre suit is obscene around his body, snug in all the places he wants to sink his teeth into, and the polite smile only has Porsche wanting those very lips to kiss him, mouth uttering his name over and over. He looks good enough to eat and he wants to be devoured in return, ache powerful inside him.

“You’re on fire.” His brother’s voice brings him out of his daze in alarm. 

“What?”

“You’re on fire.” He repeats, eyes wide as Porsche looks down at himself. 

“Fuck.” He knows no one cared as the party moved along, chaos impending everywhere he turned. He knew he couldn’t hurt anyone here either because of the spells. “Do you think if I went up to him like this, I’d catch his attention?” Porsche muses, anticipation heavy in his bones.

“Just go!” With a laugh, Chay pushes him, causing him to stumble in his Converse.

“Tits up, bestie!” Tem yells out, two thumbs up in the air which Porsche mirrors with a smirk. 

The rest all send him supportive grins as Kim mouths you got this , which definitely did not make him feel soft on the inside. No way, fucker.

But he soaks their confidence into him, drowning the drink in his hand before he turns around. Finding Kinn mingling around the same area, Porsche nails his target and struts directly toward it, a sway in his hips at every step. As a Phoenix, who was as rare as they come, he’d be sure to capture the attention of some, hearing hoots and noting filthy eye-rakes that fuel his morph. 

This is, of course, exactly the moment his shoes wind up slipping over a loose white wrap of a very angry Mummy, and falls forward, smacking his cheek to the sparkling clean tile on the ground.

“Ooof!” He hisses, pretty sure there are birds dancing around his head. 

He can hear the tittering of white noise as the Mummy snatches its wrap back with a small “hmph!”

“Sorry!” A Fae woman swoops into his eyesight, “My pets have a bit of a sense of humor,” She chuckles, urging the bluebirds circling his head to fly to her shoulder. 

“That’s alright?” He slurs, brain still catching up with the situation at hand. 

When he looks up, the woman has pranced off, leaving him there like a dead starfish. He thinks of cursing out every Fae in the world when he stops and realizes there was someone else looming above him judging by the shadow on the ground. 

A terrifying shadow.

“Are you okay?” The voice of sex asks from above—the voice of god himself. 

He’s died and gone to heaven, he knows it.

Porsche sees the helping hand before he notices just who the limb is attached to, gut sinking down to his ass. Holy shit. He really is in the afterlife. He blinks up stupidly, mouth agape. 

Kinn’s thick eyebrows furrow down in concern as he gingerly palms the side of his face he landed on. His hand was warm like hot cocoa, comforting enough that he found himself leaning into the touch. 

“Porsche?” 

At the sound of his name dripping from his mouth, his tail pops out like a jack-in-the-box. 

Porsche wants to melt and become one with the floor.

“Yeah.” He heaves as if he’s been smoking ten packs a day, grabbing Kinn’s hand who pulls him up as if he weighed nothing.

He gasps, chest colliding with Kinn’s for a brief, torturous moment until he’s let go. The smell of earth and ash was intoxicating and Porsche swayed on his feet, caught in the seductive aroma. 

“Maybe I should take you to a room.” He suggests, the cutest expression of naive worry in his dark eyes. 

How the fuck was this man real? 

“Pors—”, He repeats.

“Yes.” He replies lightning fast as Kinn scans his body from head to toe, assumingly to check for any other damage. 

But there was only one real issue and that was in his pants. 

Down boy , he mentally scolds his dick, thinking this reaction was perhaps premature at the moment. It’s a helpless feat because he’s so hard he’s going to go through worlds of pain if he starts walking right now, a groan of frustration tearing from his mouth.

“Did you say something?” Kinn turns to him, jaw locked stiff and tight. 

Porsche turns pale from the horrifying ordeal of realizing Kinn could fucking smell him. This should be a good thing because it could help move the plot along—except! He had a plan!

No, he didn’t. 

“Oh,” Porsche pretends to wince, touching his temple, “Just have a small headache…”

Kinn says slowly, an unreadable expression across his face, “I see.” A hand rests at his hips, a picture of exquisiteness as he seems to evaluate a dilemma. His throat bobs and Porsche knows he knows. “Should I call Chay?”

It annoys him that Porsche is wobbling like a penguin from being so turned on he can’t think while Kinn is still comparatively relaxed—and nice?

Maybe this was just a stupid mistake after all, but he wants to see Kinn ruined. He wants to see what it takes to unleash the Kinn he’s heard so much about—the fierce, ruthless man who could give him exactly what Porsche needed to satisfy this craving.

“I think Chay’s a little busy,” He easily finds him in the crowd, dancing tenderly with Kim despite the ambiance of the wild music. Porsche returns to Kinn, fixing his posture in order to emphasize his waist, and cocking his hip. “Take me to a room. I need a bed. To lie down.”

Way to go, Porsche! Let him think you have a concussion because making him look big and strong is very sexy and then bam! He’ll be stuffin the muffin.

Kinn eyes him through the stray strands of hair bracketing his brows, inquisitive and dark. “You want that?”

“I want a lot of things.” He doesn’t miss the way he lingers on his bare stomach for a beat too long to be casual, and Porsche preens internally.

“…Okay….” Kinn replies, furrowing his confused eyebrows again. He shakes his head, closing his mouth as if deciding against commenting further. Instead, he leads them to the elevators, passing by a pair of vampires making out against a wall, “I hear you’ve been looking for me.”

Porsche leans against the mirror, “Who told you that?” He grits, thinking of all the ways he can bury Kim’s body. He’s got connections!

“You did.” He replies, side view of his face sharp enough to cut a knife.

The elevator smoothly stops and dings.

“Oh.” Behind him, his tail nervously swishes in the air. 

Of course. Heightened hearing. 

Determination forces him to speed-walk out of the elevator and into what appears to be a penthouse. Porsche takes in the posh interior versus the personal items situated here and there, which tells him this is Kinn’s house. If you could even call it that. The view itself is awe-inspiring, with misty clouds and twinkling stars, making it known a Dragon lived there.

“So.” Porsche says casually, jutting his hip again, “I needed to be fucked like yesterday.” 

Kinn makes a strangled sound, tripping over the lush carpet beneath. “Um.” He’s staring at him as if he’s malfunctioning. “What?”

Porsche sighs heavily, listing off on his fingers, “Dip the wick, as in boink, as in fornication, as in filling the cream donut, as in wam-bam-thank-you-mam.”

The silence is loud enough for their ears to buzz and Kinn’s eyes are lifeless as he stares, frozen in spot. 

“I’m going to get a nurse.” Kinn starts to bring his phone out.

Porsche rolls his eyes, “I’ve fallen on my face plenty of times in my life.”

“Okay.” He replies slowly, thinking he’s fucking insane, a series of complicated emotions flickering all over. 

“Come on, you can smell it on me. I want you to fuck me, Kinn.” 

“I can smell it on you.” Kinn tilts his head up like the ceiling could give him some answers. He brings his head back down to meet his eyes after a beat, gnawing at his lower lip. “But that doesn’t mean you’re in your right mind.”

“This isn’t a decision I made as soon as I saw a glimpse of your lickable abs,” Porsche fiddles with a stray string on his jeans, “I only came to this party for you.” 

This earns him a peculiar look, a calculating expression in the click of his jaw when he swallows. “You’re very forward.”

“And do you like it?” He slips a tongue past his teeth, grinning like the Cheshire cat he is. What a vision he must be. Half in morph, practically half-naked and desperate. 

His eyes turn him molten, and the crackle of energy in the air is palpable. “What if I say I do?”

“Woah, there. Before we’ve even fucked?” Porsche teases, head tilted to the side cutely, “I didn’t know you were this easy.” 

Kinn lowers his head, face clearing once he understands the joke. He chuckles darkly, “And I didn't know you were such a brat.”

Porsche shrugs one shoulder, “Gonna fuck it out of me?” He tempts, distantly aware he’s stinking up the place with the smell of smoke, mildly afraid he might just burn up that nice LED TV screen attached to the wall if he loses control.

A bottomless pit of black seeks, peering into his soul. “You were recently resurrected, weren’t you?”

“Yes.” He bounces on his feet, impatience seeping in as Kinn steps towards him, smelling delicious—smelling like him . Porsche’s shiver has nothing to do with the cool air conditioning; his body naturally runs hot.

“You must’ve been scared.” 

Porsche swallows thickly, heartbeat rabbit fast from his surprisingly empathetic nature, lighthearted from want. Some say the voice of a Dragon could affect a person’s mood, especially a Phoenix’s. He finds the truth easy to confess to. 

“Mostly afraid I would hurt those around me like Chay.” Porsche explains, “I haven’t had sex since. I don’t think anyone would appreciate leaving with third-degree burns all over their skin.”

Kinn does not laugh at the failed attempt of a joke, the skin around his eyes soft and understanding. Porsche wonders how he must have felt when he learned what he was. It would’ve been easier to know from a young age but the pressure of learning he was a dangerous beast remains for the rest of his life.

It’s as if he sees right through him when he says, “You know you can’t hurt me? That you could lose yourself completely and it wouldn’t even leave a scratch?”

Porsche emits an undignified noise that sounds like a dying animal—which is the least sexiest thing he’s ever done in his life.

“Was counting on it actually,” He swallows again, unable to do so when his mouth has gone dry. 

His pale hands slip inside his pockets, casual standing there and sexy enough to eat whole. “Or how you could burn this entire apartment down and I wouldn’t care?”

“Oh, yeah?” He can’t fucking breathe .

Kinn nods with self-assured confidence, “I could have everything replaced as soon as tomorrow.”

And that shouldn’t fucking turn him on but it does. It does so badly, he feels downright visceral. 

“Oh. Wow,” Is all his vocabulary can supply, mouth forming an ‘o’. 

A small amused smile travels along his lips, “Still want me to help you out?” He drags his eyes to his waist, and further down to the bulge between his legs, a bit of red sparkling in his irises. “It won’t last forever, you know?” When he sees the question on Porsche’s face, he adds, “You’ll start to adjust in a week or two. Power bursts only remain for two months maximum and it’ll get easier each time.”

“Each time I die, you mean?”

“Precisely.”

“You’re not one of those rich fuckers who has a death kink or something?”

“Fortunately for you, I like my bed partners to remain very much alive.”

“Perfect.” Porsche strains every syllable and it rings in the air heavily. “Can you kiss me?”

It’s mostly a test. But Porsche wets his mouth, loving the way Kinn tracks the movement, liquid hot in his veins. 

“Follow me,” Kinn says instead, urging him forward, two crooked fingers in the air as Porsche is tugged by some invisible string tied between them.

“Cool. I’ve always wanted to see a Dragon’s dungeon—a sex dungeon.” He mumbles under his breath, pretty sure Kinn laughs because his humongous shoulders shake just a bit. 

Porsche wants to climb him like a tree, he thinks, as he takes them to his bedroom. He can’t focus on the details around him, tunnel vision only to the huge bed in the middle, draped in silk red sheets, luring him in. 

“Can I offer you a drink? Water?” Kinn heads to what appears to be a mini fridge.

He can not respond for a second. “Uh, yeah. Water would be nice.” He grabs the bottle from his shaking hands, causing Porsche to narrow his eyes. 

“How about the air conditioning?”

“I doubt it would matter in a bit.”

Kinn nods, taking a large sip of his iced water.

“Is there a reason why you’re nervous?” Porsche moves in. 

He crowds Kinn who walks backwards until his knees hit the edge of the bed, mouth caught in an excited smile. 

A disagreeing scoff, “I’m not nervous. I just—” Kinn bites his lower lip, conflicted as a serious expression appears, “Feels like we have some things to talk about.”

Porsche takes his glass of water from him and sets it aside on the bedside table, fingers cold and wet. “We can always talk later…if you don’t mind?” He reaches for Kinn’s hands, tugging them forward so that he can place them on Porsche’s waist, one on each side. Kinn’s breath leaves in a strong puff of air.

The pads of his fingers dig deep, concaving his skin, and Porsche bets it isn’t even a molecule of his true strength. With his thumbs, he hooks him closer until they are centimeters apart, crotch to crotch. The fire in his eyes ignited.

“Tell me if you need to stop.” His breath ghosts over his lips.

Porsche’s limbs loosen when his right-hand spreads across his bare skin, sliding back to grab his ass, a rough shove that allows their hips to grind in such a deliciously painful manner. He swears, eyes widened at the huge appendage against his own, so powerful as he watches Kinn’s eyes shift from dark brown to red. 

From somewhere near them, an exploding sound crashes through the heavy breathing. They snap their heads toward it, finding the digital clock in flames. The fire dulls out by itself, flickering away to reveal the burnt object behind.

“I’m sor—” Porsche starts, unable to continue when Kinn silences him with a finger pressed to his lips.

“Hush.” A gleaming look meets him as he runs his finger down his lips, “I told you I don’t care. And,” he says while Porsche misses his chance to lick that finger clean with his tongue, following it as he returns it to his abdomen. “I can put out any fire you start.”

Porsche shivers, momentarily forgetting the fact that Dragon’s had the ability to control fire as well, all the reminder he needs about his species being the perfect match. 

“Right.” He stutters, Kinn’s hand smoothly sliding up his chest, pushing the crop top alongside, nails teasing his hardened bud. “Tits guy. Of course.” He mutters, his responding chuckle low between them.

“You have no idea, Porsche.” He scratches the skin, causing him to clam up, simultaneously stretching his neck back. Kinn takes that as a sign to nose along his jugular, digging into every crevice and junction, inhaling deeply, “Fuck, you smell just like me and it drives me crazy.”

His hands keep him steady, touching from top to bottom while Porsche sinks his fingernails into Kinn’s hair, tugging at the roots. Kinn licks a wet stripe up a tendon, breath hot enough to tingle his skin—where he is starting to grow feathers. From the looks of it, Kinn hardly seems to mind, fascinated as he presses a small kiss to the area.

“Is this your f-first time with a Phoenix?” He manages to say, toes curling in his shoes.

“Yes.” His mouth moves lower and lower to find his nipple, flicking it once with his tongue. Porsche groans and arches his back to allow him more access, teeth tugging firmly. 

“Fuck—yeah. Phoenix virginity.” A harsh tug makes him wince, “ Kinn. ”

At the sound of his name, Kinn tightens his hold on him, trembling. “Has anyone ever told you you’re so—” He pauses all of a sudden as if it’s too great of a feat to put into words, admiring his body. Swallowing thickly, he twists them around in order to put his palms flat on Porsche’s chest and push him onto the bed.

He bounces from the force, laughing breathlessly, “So what, Kinn?” Propping himself on his elbows, he spreads his legs as wide as he can, his tail fully formed as feathers that spread like a wall of fire behind him.

His broad chest levels up and down, his shirt practically hanging on by a thread from how fast he’s breathing, jaw sharp as he grinds his teeth. “So fucking beautiful.” He says then, face torn in desire.

“Yeah?” Porsche hoods his gaze helplessly, more affected than he lets on, “You like my peacock?” He says with a lopsided smile.

It earns him an incredulous expression before a loose exhale of clipped laughter escapes his mouth. “Peacock?” It’s truly unfair how he stresses the word “cock” and it sends fucking butterflies through his stomach because he’s suddenly a teenage girl from a Wattpad story.

Porsche shrugs, “And yes. I have been told I am.” He responds to his previous rhetorical question. “Your brother likes to tell me I’m pretty—in a derogatory way.” 

“Kim calls you pretty?” One eyebrow hunches up.

“In a derogatory way,” He repeats with a forlorn sigh. “Because I like to run my mouth and looks are the only thing keeping me going.”

This brings a considering look upon his chiseled face, fingers resting at his waistline again. Fucking poser . He kneels onto the bed with one leg, finally— finally , joining him one at a time as he crawls towards him, ignoring how Porsche is setting the sheets on fire where he lays. Kinn looks devilish, covering him from above with both hands flat and bracketing him inside.

“But I like your mouth.” He confesses in a low tone.

“ Pshh! ” He says, “If you did, we'd already be sucking our faces off or I’d be sucking you off.”

“That can be arranged.” Kinn’s eyes are light with humor, amused at his antics. And that’s. Well, that’s something.

“Okay.” He says for no reason at all, staring and staring.

Kinn shifts, licking his lips, “Come here.”

His command sets him off, tilting his head back to present his waiting lips. There’s nothing he can do when he’s pinned to the bed, the entropy of Kinn’s mouth quick as he swoops in with bruising force. Porsche makes a light, surprised sound, breathing hard through his nose when Kinn sucks roughly on his lower lip. 

A prodding occurs at the crease, pale heated hands clutching his nape, keeping him in place so that Kinn can take whatever he can. Porsche turns limp from the way he sinks into his mouth, unable to breathe at all. He’s never been kissed like the other was trying to asphyxiate him or give him CPR. Like he’s being consumed from the inside out.

Porsche is lightheaded, throbbing painfully and knocking his knees against Kinn’s side as he rubs against him in slow strides. He breaks away from his mouth, taking huge breaths to recover as Kinn keeps kissing his cheek, moving down to his earlobe. 

“Not that I’m not enjoying this,” He moans, distantly aware of something else burning in the background but he can not fucking care at the moment. “But generally sex is a lot—a lot more fun naked.”

Sharp teeth nip at his jawline and Porsche is finally given a chance to really see Kinn’s mouth space expand a bit to make room for his fangs. His tongue darts out to the tip of one fang, cheeky, “I like that you’re making a wet mess of your clothes.”

“You are too,” He grits out while he palms Kinn’s bulge, the cloth sticky and the action makes the other man grunt, a tiny spark of fire emitting from his mouth. “Come on, Kinn. Stop fucking around and give me your cock.” Porsche squeezes him, the form beneath his hand growing to an impossible size. He nearly cums from imagining how it was ever going to fit inside him, Kinn’s eyes rolling to the back of his head, bucking into his touch. 

Kinn hisses, sparks flying in the air between them, “Okay, okay.” He mumbles, backing away to remove his blazer as Porsche reaches for his trousers, the clink of the belt loud. 

His excitement gets the better of him as he practically shreds his pants off, burning a hole through the material. Kinn barely notices, too busy shrugging Porsche’s shirt off from above his head, catching in the strands of fiery red hair, and hurriedly moving to his jeans. It takes them a few frustrated pauses in between where the jeans get stuck at his ankles until Kinn’s claws appear, tearing it apart like it was silk instead. 

“ Kinn .” He reprimands him sharply.

“I can buy you more.” He promises, bending down to nip at his belly, right above his soaked white underwear. 

Porsche wriggles with a pout, “It was the only pair that made my butt look like a Cadbury Bubbly chocolate bar.”

He stops, “ What ?” Kinn peers up at him through his lashes, and he shakes his head after a considerable pause, “Forget I asked.”

“Now you’re catching on.” He replies with a wink, watching him kneel back to pull his black boxer briefs off.

Unbeknownst to even himself, Porsche is salivating just from a view of his happy trail, miles of abs, and a hard rock body sculpted perfectly for his viewing pleasure. Pale skin shifts under the dim lights as reddish brown scales glint on various parts of his body, magnificent when they play hide and seek. He watches in mesmerization, snapping himself out of his daze because he doesn’t want to miss a first peek of his cock.

Kinn removes the last item of clothing slowly since the cloth itself is not enough to contain him, caught on his huge dick before he’s fully revealed and bobbing heavily between his thighs.

Porsche’s jaw drops, eyes round, staring at it in shock. “Kinn, what the fuck.” His chest pumps up and down. 

“What?” Kinn scratches the side of his face, looking down at himself. His cock is curved upwards, fat with veins protruding intensely, and the girth intimidating. 

It’s facing him like it wants to stab him. Repeatedly.

“That’s not gonna fit.” He scrambles to sit up, “That’s a fucking arm! ”

An apprehensive twitch of his lips turns his blood hot, his next words fueling the fire within, “I assure you, it does. I can make you fit.” He says, smug with a challenging upturn of his head.

Fuck. Fucking fuck .

Porsche runs a hand through his hair, “They really weren’t fucking around when they said a human form dick would be gigantic considering your Dragon form has two cocks. Which—which is—”

“Something we can try later?” He asks as gently as he can.

“ Yes. ” Porsche blurts, “If I survive that.” He points at the absolute beast glaring at him, all furious at the tip.

“So you do want me to fuck you?” Kinn, ever the gentleman, asks again.

Porsche refuses to admit it’s his caring nature which has him bobbing before the question is even asked. His own dick twitches, coming alive in his underwear. “If those guys you’ve fucked can take it, I can do better.” His eyelids are hooded, tugging his briefs off and throwing them to the side to wholly show he’s game.

Kinn is tracking every movement, glued to his wet, smaller dick, a whoosh of air released past his mouth which parts expectedly. He’s usually confident he has a nice dick but the nerves wrangle at the sight of whatever the hell Kinn is carrying, nervous to compare. 

“Fuck, you’re pretty everywhere, aren’t you?” He praises breathlessly. 

“Huh, there’s a first,” Porsche says, explaining while he ushers him to lie on his back. “No one has ever called it pretty before.”

“That’s a shame.” Kinn’s seriousness seeps in, impatient as Porsche settles on top of his thick thighs. “That’s the prettiest dick I’ve ever seen.”

“High praise from a guy who’s—how should I say it—‘banged his cock into every guy in Bangkok’” He quotes, tongue poking from between his teeth. 

Kinn smirks, grabbing handfuls of his ass to gear him inward so that their cocks slide together deliciously. They grunt in unison, swearing at the feeling and Porsche dips his spine back, hips moving accordingly to chase his own pleasure.

“Have to get my fix somewhere.” He reaches up for a kiss, fangs reappearing to bite at his swollen lips, “I have a large appetite.”

“So do I.” He pushes back, battling with their tongues.

“Hmm,” Kinn moans, licking at the opening of his lips, “A resurrected Phoenix like yourself should have at least three orgasms in you.” His words rip away when Porsche grabs their cocks with both hands.

“Three? Oh, I’m not leaving this bed until I cum five times.” He vows, entranced by their glistening heads peeking from the circumference of his fists over and over, unable to cover them both each time since Kinn is too wide to fit. 

“You’re so— oh, just like that, sweetheart —you’re so fucking needy,” He gasps out, juggling between groping Porsche’s chest or his ass, spreading his cheeks apart which only causes him to lose his rhythm.

Choosing to ignore the warmth in his gut from the term of endearment, Porsche focuses entirely on quickening his pace and the other comment instead. 

“I need to be fucked so badly, Kinn.” The slide is easier now that their precum is dripping, absolutely coating them both, “No one else could compare. Knew I needed to have you.” 

“That’s right,” He says darkly, claws forming where his nails are, tearing at the skin on his tanned chest, drawing blood. “You were made for me and only me.” 

Porsche moans into his mouth, tasting the metallic blood, and smell of fire and Earth making his head heady as he strips their cocks faster and faster. The wet sounds have his ears burning, his hands shifting back and forth from human to Phoenix, building a small fire that does nothing but force Kinn to buck up. It doesn’t hurt him at all and Porsche is so content with that knowledge, relief right at the crest at being given the chance to experience true pleasure once again.

“Please,” Porsche begs, tears laced on his lashes.

Kinn takes that as a sign to draw his knees up to elevate them both, changing the angle as Porsche slips down to lay his cock directly against his. This allows him the chance to rest, placing one palm flat on the bed, gyrating his hip to match Kinn’s upward thrusts while lying back along his propped-up thighs. 

“I’m close,” Kinn tells him, claws indented to the dips of his waist, cutting golden skin that heals itself seconds later, over and over. 

The fangs and claws of a Dragon have poison while the tears of a Phoenix contain healing properties, ruthlessly tearing and putting each other back together in a cycle of driven lust. And it’s so fucking good, better than anything he’s ever experienced.

“Yeah?” He replies, voice weak, spurring him on.

A familiar pressure trails from his lower stomach to his balls as they move as fast as they can, jerking them both off with renewed vigor and inhumane speed. It almost happens too fast, Porsche spilling hot cum all over Kinn’s cock, some shooting up to his stomach before he shuts his eyes tight from the waves of pleasure. Grunting, his hold on Kinn’s cock slips and it falls on the mess Porsche had made on his stomach.

“ Porsche. ” Kinn jostles, spurts of cum adding to the pool from the sensation. 

“You’re so big.” He meekly tries to focus again, fist still working Kinn to completion, the help of his own cum making the slide easy as he pants. “Want to see your huge cock painting my skin.”

The body beneath him has shifted into shades of red flakes, incomplete horns appearing from the pits of his black hair. It feels powerful to have this much control over someone–to reduce Kinn to this state where he moans his name like a mantra, panting as if he’s run several miles. Before he knows it, his own cock has filled up again at the sight of him, craving another round.

“Wanna see you cum.” Porsche tugs him from top to bottom in a tight fist, watching his face scrunch. 

Obedient, Kinn freezes in mid-action, the words enough to tip him over. And then he’s unraveling right before his eyes, patches of maroon skin as he jerks into Porsche’s hand one more time, cum landing all over his stomach and mixing in with his. The stripes of cum make his mouth water, finding the sight of his rippling abdomen beautiful like a splattered art piece.

“Fuck, Porsche.” He hisses, still hard as hell where Porsche has him in an iron grip. “Planning to rip my dick off and take it home to use it as a fuck toy?”

“Ooh! Can I?” He says brightly, squeezing so that Kinn’s cock can twitch, eager and ready. But he hesitates to let go when he decides to take pity on him. “We shall meet again.” He tells it.

“Are you? Talking to my dick?” He’s got an arm draped across his eyes, biceps galore, and a sheen of sweat along the ridges of his abs. 

Porsche feels energized as he flops onto the space beside Kinn who is still trying to catch his breath, “Yeah. It’s my new best friend.”

Kinn makes a noncommittal sound first and then rolls onto his side to face him with a soft endeared smile. 

And oh . His heart is doing a little funny Step Up dance choreography inside with all the cool moves and shit.

“Are you ready to go again, old man?” He props himself on one elbow, a lopsided grin on his face. “Because my best friend over there is.”

He’s met with a blank stare, “I’m only five years older.”

“That’s half a decade.” Porsche bemoans dramatically, poking and prodding his bulging biceps. They’re like marshmallows. “Come on, I want you on top of me.”

“And what if I want to rim you?” His eyes are thin, that same damn smile still apparent as he moves in to kiss him, fingers on his chin to direct the angle.

Giddy like someone offered him free ice cream, Porsche hums, “I would like your tongue up my buns, yes.” When he backs away, he palms his cheek, “Wait, I need more kisses. I demand it.” 

Kinn plays along, “As you wish, your highness,” peppering him with gentle kisses on his lips before he swings a knee around his body to hover above.

“I like the sound of that.”

The kisses take a swift turn from zero to a hundred once he applies force, lengthening each kiss until he can no longer think. Kinn’s hand hooks under Porsche’s thigh, eliciting a gasp as he gropes his ass, sharp fingernails grazing a trail to his perineum. Porsche wraps his leg around, heel digging into his spine when he moves back up to his most sensitive area. He makes a garbled sound as Kinn begins stroking the portion of his tail where it meets the curve of his ass. 

“Oh hell .” He mumbles since their mouths are still attached together like a lifeline, whining like he’s been kicked in the stomach.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Kinn coaxes under his breath, his own scaled tail curling from behind him to keep his leg in place, the appendage just as hot as the rest of him. 

“ Shit ,” Porsche says, a lightbulb going on in his head, “You found my tail prostate. Is that a thing? Do you have one too?”

A shudder courses through his body once Kinn runs his fist along it again, thumbing the base of it intimately before releasing it. “I do. But you can explore mine later,” He taps his waist twice, “I want you on your stomach.”

He obediently shuffles over, briefly noticing multiple items are burnt around them. The couch in the corner, the mini fridge is charred and the curtains are still alive with a blaze. Porsche dismisses it all, too caught up in the effect of Kinn taking care of his every need to worry. After all, how can he focus when Porsche melts into the sheets, loose-limbed while Kinn admires his shape from behind, a distant rumble emitting his form. The growl of a Dragon.

“Perfect,” Is all Kinn comments, feeling and hearing him lean, his presence overwhelming enough to fill the entire room, “So, so, perfect for me,” He adds, causing Porsche’s eyes to flicker shut from the praise, fully submitting himself and his body. 

“Kinn…” He squirms, “My bubble butt needed some tongue action like yesterday.” 

“It needed it long before then.” A hot breath envelopes his hole, the burning sensation of fire imminent. 

“Wha…” Porsche starts, but he has no time to react before Kinn parts him as far as he can and licks a broad stroke directly over him.

He shakes, pelvis jutting down to escape the wet heat yet wanting more all the same, a keening sound ripped from his throat. Glued in place, he can’t escape, pinned down by Kinn’s heavy tail which moves up and down the center of his back and sends tingles at every point. Tears form, cock trapped underneath him and unable to receive the right amount of attention when Kinn licks around him, working him open.

He begs wordlessly, fisting the sheets and simultaneously turning them into ash from how turbulent he feels inside, his Phoenix form unleashing from the chains of his human body.

Kinn’s pleased hum coupled with a fierce kiss to his hole has him writhing. “Can’t believe this is what makes you so sweet for me. All quiet and desperate.” 

“Shuddup,” He replies, all bark and no bite, ears red from how far gone he sounds. “You’d be like this too if you had a sex god making out with your asshole.” 

Puffs of warm laughter on his opening cause it to flutter, wanting more, wanting Kinn’s tongue, his fingers, his arm of a cock, his two fucking cocks later on when he feels comfortable enough to entirely transform. 

Fuck , he wants it all. He wants so much he’s consumed by it.

“I like the sound of that.” Kinn replies, using his words, “You could be my sex slave…” He brands his stomach with a palm, hoisting him up on his knees as Porsche can barely move on his own. 

“I knew you were a kinky, old fucker.” He says through great effort, sweating profusely as he puts him where he wants him.

“Would an old man do this?” He licks across slowly, the tip of his tongue just barely grazing inside.

“ Yes .” He grits, arms wobbly like jello.

As if his answer annoys him, Kinn sticks his tongue down further inside, the sensation all too much when an electric live wire sets his veins alight. He shouldn’t be this sensitive after he already came but this is everything. The way his masterful tongue elongates, reaching inside to ignite places no one has ever been. He can feel his nose dig into the crevice, molten hot pleasure rushing to his head as he bites the inside of his cheek bloody.

“Kinn, please.” A strip of saliva pools onto the sheet.

And he’s so perfect, so lovely and caring to appease him, twisting his tongue against his walls so beautifully he has to tighten up, trapping Kinn who grunts at the action. Core clenching, he pushes back for more stimulation, breath hitching when he hears Kinn moan desperately as his tail coils around his waist. To gain back that control, put him in his place, a silent warning in how he scratches down his inner thighs, the pleasure-pain filling his brain with cotton. 

Kinn slides his tongue out at a snail’s pace, enjoying how he ruins Porsche entirely, turning him into a whimpering mess. Fuck knows how he’s able to keep upright at this point, courtesy of his stamina as a Phoenix, and yet still losing all sense of time and feeling when the area between his thighs carries a spotlight of heated nerves. He suddenly wishes so badly to kiss Kinn. Touch him and his cock—to sink down on it so far he can feel him in his stomach. 

“Tell me what you need.” Everything blurs out the second Porsche senses Kinn’s tail shift lower and lower his abdomen.

“More. Just more.” He heaves and a beat later, he shushes him, petting the dip of his spine with gentle care, still not caressing the spot he needs. His feathery tail twitches to existence within mere seconds as if Kinn has pushed a button.

“Mmm, so pretty.” He can feel sparks from Kinn’s mouth sting his cheek, pecking the swell of it. His feathers spread, begging for more attention, tips ready for a match to strike it aflame. “I’ll give you anything.” The promise is seared with another heavy lick against his pleading hole.

“ Please ,” Porsche is frantic, hips edging back and forth as Kinn curls inside with earnest, quick, and broad strokes to pound every nerve.

He allows him to set the pace, continuing to lick, his hums reverberating hollowly inside his core. The wetness between Porsche’s thighs makes him slick, used to the bone, and messy— so, so messy. He doesn’t bother teasing anymore, observant of Porsche’s every reaction and making him whine low in his throat.

All the air is vacuumed from his lungs once the scales of Kinn’s tail scrape toward his neglected cock, precum beading at the tip over and over again, the head waiting to release more. The intensity of the orgasm waiting for him has his thighs shaking from the weight, knowing full well the only reason he’s up right now is because Kinn has him in his hands.

Kinn moans once again, fucking knowing what it does to him while his tail slithers around Porsche’s cock, one single pump bringing his vision to darkness. He can’t help but clench, claws piercing into his own palms bone-deep as he shakes through another orgasm. 

Gasping, he shifts away from the sensation but Kinn rides the movement, staying put and using his Dragon strength to remain in position. After a few more tongue-thrusts for good measure, Kinn pulls out, caressing his side when Porsche makes a noise of complaint. 

“Still an old man?” 

His voice is hoarse for wear but filled with glee. It causes Porsche to shiver as he is let down slowly onto the burnt sheets with a small kiss on his forehead. His limbs are made of liquid, sticky above his thighs from cum and saliva, and his brain buzzing. 

“You’ve killed me. I’m talking as a ghost right now.” His tongue doesn’t feel like it’s inside his mouth, swollen and numb while his heartbeat is still rapid beneath his ribcage, muscles gooey.

He can practically sense how smug Kinn is, a golden aura flaring at the corner of his eyes. “Ghosts aren’t real.” 

Of course, they aren’t.

“Hold on,” He blinks stupidly, thinking his eyes have been fucked out of its sockets. “Have I finally lost it or are you glowing right now?” 

“Oh,” Kinn’s eyes flicker back to their inky orb selves, “Yes.” He says it almost shyly, ducking his head.

It’s hilarious to see that expression and that monster-sized dick bobbing like it wants a sword fight at the same time. It makes his mouth water, the urge to stuff him down his throat all-consuming and so sudden Porsche’s half-hard cock fills out.

“I like it.” Porsche lifts his head up, wincing and wobbly, “It’s like having a glow-in-the-night toy but in your eyeballs.” He says, not making sense at all.

Kinn still seems unsure, yet the golden glow reappears after he opens his eyes, “I’ve never used it like this.”

“In a bow chicka wah wah situation?”

“…Sure…” He drags the word, “It’s quite helpful in meetings.”

Porsche agrees with a committed sound, holding Kinn’s intense stare, unable to look away. Not wanting to look away either. He wants to live inside them, a wild sense of comfort hidden in the depths, which is an insane thought to harbor when a Dragon’s eyes could have even the bravest of all pissing their pants at the sight. 

A grumble erupts from Porsche’s stomach, breaking the serene atmosphere. Kinn is the first to flick his eyes away and he follows, eyelids fluttering because what in the everliving fuck just happened?

“Let’s get you a snack,” Kinn is already out of bed, orbs replaced with his black ones. 

He watches miles of muscles ripple, his tight ass biteable as he pads towards the cupboard to open it and search with careful consideration. Porsche bites his lip in amusement, terribly fond at how he rummages through, the most dire expression on his bushy eyebrows like this is the most important decision he could ever make. 

He cups himself once to relieve the ache in the meantime and then regretfully lets go because patience is a virtue or some bullshit, which really just means he wants his next orgasm to be while he’s bouncing on Kinn’s cock. 

Tomayto, tomahto.

Kinn comes back with a packet of bread, granola bars, and a bottle of juice in his arms, looking quite dashing as his hair is rumpled and—of course—hard enough to poke through someone’s eye. 

“You know if you really wanted to keep me full, you could’ve put your cock in my mouth.” He smirks, patting his belly twice. 

“As appealing as that sounds, I don’t want you to pass out on me.” Placing the food on the clean and not-burned spots, he settles down on the bed, criss-cross-applesauce style. Which is quite a vision, he’ll tell you that.

Porsche mimics him and sits up the same way with a curved smile on his face, “Do I look like someone who passes out with a dick in my mouth?”

“It’s happened before.” Kinn simply adds, letting him choose between the options.

“Yeah, but all the guys you fuck are twinks.” He opens the packet of bread which smells the yummiest to him at the moment.

Kinn gives him a look but it transforms into piqued interest, hands intertwined in his lap and observing Porsche chew on the soft bread. “What else do people say about me?”

“As if you don’t already know.” He narrows his eyes, biting off half a slice in a theatrical manner.

“Time and Tay used to keep me updated but they spend most of their time in the Fae Realm ever since I got busier.”

Porsche thinks for a second, swallowing, “Well, they say that you eat your enemies for breakfast.” He puts on a show by chomping on another slice.

A dubious frown appears, mouth thin, “That’s ridiculous. I’ve never eaten anyone.”

“Would’ve been hot if you did.”

“Eating people is hot nowadays? I really am old.”

A bubble of laughter releases out of him so unexpectedly, he chokes on a crumb. 

Kinn offers him the juice which Porsche takes eagerly. There’s an easy, mischievous glint to his smile which makes his stomach flutter. 

He was insane. He was truly fucking insane.

Porsche takes a few long sips as Kinn helps himself to the forgotten bread slice he had choked on, biting into the part his mouth had been. 

It’s so stupidly hot for no reason. So intimate and stupid.

“You know what else they say?” Pushing the food aside, he climbs into Kinn’s lap, arms around his neck. He, in return, blinks up at him, cheeks round and full of food. “That you haven’t fucked anyone in a year.” Porsche thumbs Kinn’s lips to wipe off any excess crumbs, “That you don’t kiss,” He says it in a low tone, pressing a deep but quick kiss to his lips which linger for more, chin jutting upwards. “That you fuck your bed partners good. Take care of them. But never like this, the way you’re taking care of me.”

Kinn’s thick swallow is loud in the silence of the room, a myriad of thoughts and feelings slipping through his attempt at remaining blank about his accusations. 

Sighing sharply, he reprimands, “I told you we need to talk but you were being so needy.” 

Both of his pale hands slide up and down Porsche’s torso, mouth latching to a nipple as if he can’t help it when it’s directly in his eyesight. He pinches the hardened bud with his teeth, tugging unkindly.

“You’re the one trying to milk my tits, dude.” Porsche licks his lips, the urge to submit washing over him, claws digging at Kinn’s nape when he soothes over it using his tongue.

“They’re so cute. Like chocolate chips.” He says in all earnest.

Porsche stops and blinks twice. “I think I’m rubbing off on you.”

Kinn’s grin is blinding, half sexy and half cute all at once, an entire gut punch especially when he switches their position in a split second where Porsche winds up on his back, restrained by his broad body and endless solid strength.

“Oh fuck,” He gasps, not given a chance to breathe in properly before Kinn sticks his tongue down his throat, coaxing Porsche’s out and sucking hard. He manages to plead between kisses, his expert mouth trailing wet pecks into his collarbone and lower, “Fuck me, Kinn. Come on.”

Porsche parts his legs, utilizing his flexible form by locking his ankles together low on Kinn’s back, pulling him in. 

“I will. We need lube.” Reassuring him with a sweet kiss that makes hearts spin around his head, Kinn finds the bottle with his tail and brings it forth.

“Show off.” He mutters, petting his biceps because he’s obsessed with them, as Kinn squeezes a huge blob onto his palm. He leans down to blow a small flame over it to warm it up. Porsche’s mouth parts, “Okay. That should not be sexy but it’s really doing it for me, babe.”

Kinn smirks in that typical way, truly encompassing the devil with horns curved back from his head. Porsche helps him slather it down his cock while Kinn warms some more up to coat three of his fingers, heart jumping up to his throat at the sight and mouth dry.

The possessive obsession with Kinn’s cock roars back to life, his hand barely closing around and he wants to be split open immediately despite it, the owner just as impatient and hungry. 

“I want to see you when I’m inside.” Kinn pushes two fingers in moderately slow, thumb circling the edge to ease his instinct to clench.

“Hm, yeah. Me too.” Porsche lifts his pelvis, burning and burning already. 

Kinn grips the base of his cock to stave off his need to combust, his other hand still ruthless in carving a home inside, adding a third finger that has him bow off the bed.

“You’re so gorgeous, fucking yourself on my fingers like this.” The way he crooks them makes Porsche muffle a cry against Kinn’s mouth, tongue and breath simmering with heat between.

He rubs his huge head on his hole, spreading precum around to mix with lube, and Porsche all but mauls his hair, clinging to the back of his head like it will tether him to Earth, in this moment. “Starting to think you have performance anxiety, Kinn.” He bears down, “I need you inside me, please, please .”

His nose brushes against his, a soft peck placed at the top, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Porsche scoffs but it comes out sounding more like a garbled cry, “I’m not going to break. I’m not like them.”

“No.” Another kiss lands on his nose, then on his lips, “You’re not.”

A long sigh breaks from Porsche’s mouth, trapped beneath Kinn’s eyes which shift to gold the longer he stares, intense as if to scare him. But Porsche gears in, his feathered hand brushing his cheek, unwilling to back down now and forever. 

Whatever it is he is searching for seems enough for him because a certain look reappears, craving and hunger in how he bites into Porsche’s neck swiftly. “Okay.”

Kinn peers at their crotch, pushing down on Porsche’s thighs until he can feel the burn in his muscles, completely spread wide and open for his use. He tries to relax, inhaling deeply through his nose, losing himself in the sweet kisses and devoured entirely by his pointed fangs. 

The sting of his bites distracts him from the sudden pressure narrowed down to his hole where the head slides in, stretched like an elastic band about to snap. Porsche sweats, grunting for more despite the way it hurts, and aware the pain would not last long, anticipation for that spark balled up in his throat. 

The blood rushes to his ears the moment Kinn halts his path to rearrange his guts, allowing Porsche a few seconds to adjust to the strain on his rim. It’s fighting against him, the instinct to tense up inevitable as his limbs lock and air traps itself in his lungs.

“This must be what fisting feels like.” He wonders out loud.

It has Kinn shudder and he pushes in a few more thick inches, his own cock spurting and knees collapsing from the way his muscles turn liquid. 

“Oh hell, Porsche.” He swears and immediately flicks his tongue against the cut of his jaw, then nips at the side of his neck. Porsche gives him more access, crescents carved like shreds of paper on Kinn’s shoulders. “You’re doing so good. So perfect.” He murmurs against his nipple, popping him back into his mouth.

“Ten out of ten for doing wonders for my praise kink.” Porsche wiggles his hips left and right to suck more of him in and Kinn fucking grumbles, sound reverberating in the room.

“ Porsche. Porsche.” 

Kinn’s whines pull a dopey smile out of him, testing him more when he reaches for the ridges of his ribs where red shards protrude, his Dragon wings coming out to play.

Breathlessly in awe, Porsche tells him, “Gotta fuck me in dragon form one day. I wanna see all of you.”

“I will. I promise.” He doesn’t waste a second to reply, “I wanna see all of you too. Wanna see how pretty you are.” Kinn whispers, the girth of his cock pressing along his inner walls, making him feel so full. “Want to fly with you.”

“Oh y-yeah?” Porsche’s eyelashes line with tears as he finds where their bodies connect, seeing how much of him is inside and how much more is left, dizzy with his vision turning black. “Gonna show me the whole world, Aladdin?”

Porsche is sure if Kinn simply touched his cock, he'd cum so hard he’d pass out. Already his thoughts are all jumbled together, creating a thread of white noise and nonsense.

Kinn huffs a ball of flames that wash over his face, sending a tingle of pleasure through his spine. “I want to show you everything. ”

“Then show it to me.” He challenges as Kinn finally sinks all the way in, balls skin-to-skin, completely tied together as his stomach rearranges to build a home for him—tucks him nicely into bed, the whole nine yards.

Porsche feels like he’s doing the splits from how far apart his thighs are, slotting Kinn between and accommodating his broad size. His eyes are squeezed shut, making everything feel like so much, feeling so full, he can’t get oxygen into his lungs, Kinn’s cock wedged far up to reach his throat. 

He’s going to pass out. He’s going to—

“Porsche,” He calls, but all he can focus on is how far deep inside he is, already brushing his prostate with his head. “You’re so tight.”

“Says the guy who has the size of two dicks.” Feeling crazed by how still Kinn is, he twitches his pelvis to the side which strikes a match between their bodies as their breaths hitch in unison.

Taking it as a sign to fucking move, Kinn shifts upwards slowly to fully stimulate his prostate, and Porsche snaps, cursing at the burnt ceiling. It’s too much, pulsing hot and heavy. But then he grips his waist to angle his hips up as Kinn stretches back on his knees, carving his cock inside to an area no one has ever reached.

Porsche releases a guttural sound he’s never heard himself make in his life, so torn and needy. 

He’s never felt like this, never known what it’s like to be with a Dragon, to be with Kinn.  

How could he ever fuck anyone else without feeling like he’s split open to this level, being taken so fully, so beautifully like they’re art meant to be displayed forefront at a museum?

“Can you feel me?” Kinn’s heady voice travels to the deepest parts of his brain.

“I can feel you in my mouth.” Porsche babbles as his pace increases, each precious slide pushing him further up the bed, their moans louder, growling a cacophony bouncing across every wall.

He feels as if they’re on fire, and they are , sparks emitting at every deep thrust, cock aiming right where he wants him, choking him. Kinn’s weight falls desperately above him, control slipping out of reach as their selfish desire to reach completion overtakes, their skin colliding to create filthy noises.

Kinn hits home run at every brutal thrust as Porsche constantly chokes on saliva and air, their hips snapping desperately when he goes fast enough to drive him up the bed to reach the headboard. His head knocks against it and Kinn tugs him back around him hard in harsh impales, pulling him to the middle of the bed again. 

“Look what you’re doing. Burning this room apart.” Kinn ruthlessly kisses him and Porsche loses himself in the impact, finding that he’s missed the taste of his tongue in his mouth.

Something in his tone is desperate like he needs to know his effect. That he’s being taken apart and could never be put back together by anyone else.

“Can’t help it,” He gnaws at his own lip, bruising the flesh, “You fuck me too good. Just the way I want.” 

A fire burns in his lower stomach, an orgasm just out of reach edged closer and closer with every merciless thrust as Porsche meets his golden eyes with half-lidded ones. Their noses slide together every single time he plunges in using full force, lips inches apart while focus diminishes and creates a heavy fog of want . Kinn makes a wrecked sound, face screwed up in pleasure when Porsche is possessed by the idea of seeing him lose himself.

“Let go, Kinn. Wanna feel you cum inside me.” Porsche orders at his ear, nibbling the soft flesh of his lobe and reaching for the base of Kinn’s tail. A disgruntled noise is his response, brimming with more as he tugs at the scales. 

“Porsche,” He warns, hips hitching as every thick inch drags against his rim, jolting Porsche upwards. “I’m close,” Kinn says weakly, ducking his head so that his horns drag viciously down Porsche’s neck, causing him to groan.

“ Yes. ” Porsche wraps his arms around his wide shoulders, a palm at the nape to urge his head in and tuck him nicely into his neck. “Please. Want you to fill me up.” 

Chest to chest, their heartbeats drum together, whole body pulsing, and a wave of heat crashing, enforcing his orgasm to the shore. 

At hearing those words, Kinn whines, biting into the side of his sweaty neck, limbs shutting tight, shoved so deep inside. Porsche’s lungs constrict, brain melting from the sting of his fangs on his neck as muffled sounds of pain and pleasure vibrate from his mouth and to his throat. 

His pelvis snaps, head punching his prostate when all of Kinn’s muscles contract, a shuddering breath against his shoulder as he finally cums. Porsche sighs in content, hot ropes of cum pumping inside and filling him as far as he can. Small, shallow thrusts gradually slow down, Kinn’s spine rippling to maroon from up to down, hypnotizing to the eye.

His own dick is still throbbing for release, but Porsche can’t care as much about himself, drowning under Kinn’s weight, his intoxicating smell, the burning of their skin, and the way he’s full to the brim, so far up he could feel him when he palms his stomach.

At first, he thinks the wetness on his neck is blood from where he’d been bitten, but Kinn’s lash line is wet, drying tears visible. Porsche doesn’t want to kill the vibe and doesn’t get the chance to comment, toes curling from every minuscule movement.

“Feels good.” Porsche says drunkenly, “You’re so deep, so full.” He soothes a hand through his hair while Kinn trembles and catches his breath. 

Kinn’s cock is still pulsating along his prostate, stimulating it in an agonizing way. It makes him mad with yearning, wanting nothing more than to change positions and ride him fast and hard.

As if Kinn has read his mind, he asks through a thick tone of arousal and weariness that makes his blood boil, “Are you close?”

“I’m close. Just need a bit more.” Porsche tells him, skull heavy.

“I got you.” He trails a hand to Porsche’s dribbling cock as his thrusts fall differently this time, face raw with purpose. 

Kinn jerks him quickly, twisting his fist at the head in such a beautiful way Porsche keens feeling as if his body is being stretched thin to the limit. He knocks his knees against his sides, short whimpers blending together into one and desperate for that sweet relief, brain fizzing out to darkness. 

“ Kinn. ”

He hears his plea loud and clear, a feral glint in his glowing eyes as he gives him a few more tight tugs, efficient and especially with the scrape of his nails which adds fuel to the fire. He feels so messily used, sticky, and covered in precum and lube, and there’s so much of it, his cock pumping over and over in Kinn’s hand.

“Cum on my cock, Porsche. So that we can do this all night in so many other ways. Want you riding my face—”, Porsche wails, “—want you sucking me off, want you so bad.”

It all builds up to the tip of his cock, nerves wrangled from Kinn stabbing him from the inside out and Porsche cums silently, thrown off-guard, body seizing at the waves of pleasure coursing through his body. 

Kinn milks him for all it’s worth, cock striking against his abused hole repeatedly until he’s left shaking all over. “That’s it,” He coaxes reassuringly, one last touch on the slit where Kinn swipes a bead of cum and pops it into his mouth. Porsche can’t force a reaction out of him, stomach clenched at the sight.

Their bodies go slack immediately after, and a deep breath is shared between them. It's a relief like no other, sated and pleasant as their minds float away caught in bliss.

Porsche senses the hysterical bubble of laughter crawl up his throat, cock drunk and boneless yet unable to release it. “Fucking hell.”

Kinn offers a smile that is too open and pure, planting him with a kiss and running his hand through his hair to fix the bird's nest on top of his head. 

He’s biting his lip cheekily, white full teeth at the front, “What’s next?”

Porsche’s ego flares at being desired enough for another round and winks but both his eyes flutter shut. The hand in his hair feels so good, he drifts away to another realm. When he doesn’t answer, he’s met with Kinn’s lips once again, reassurance and care in each slow lick of his tongue. 

At first, Porsche doesn’t notice him shifting away, but once he does, he whines low as a noise of complaint as Kinn gently drags himself out, not looking pleased as well to disconnect.

Which is cute—a thought that would normally make him cringe but fuck it, he’s allowed to be endeared after three orgasms in an hour. 

Especially when he’s frowning and burning a hole at—well, his hole where cum and lube inevitably spill out because of fucking gravity. Porsche’s worst enemy, like it’s bad enough he’s got two left feet but he can’t even keep Kinn’s cum in his ass? 

Fucked up. 

“Can I blow you later?” Porsche croaks.

Instead of replying, Kinn hands him his water bottle and makes sure he’s drunk at least half of the contents before he gets off the bed. Porsche misses his presence already but is too tired to move and reach out for him with grabby hands.

In the meantime, he watches Kinn observe the state of the room—or what is left of the room that is still intact. Kinn swipes his lower lip, something akin to admiration and pride apparent at the corner of his mouth.

Fucking Dragons.  

With another perusatory glance, he heads to the bathroom, and Porsche distantly hears water running. When he returns with a wet towel, he lets him wipe the mess away, unmoving as his body has simply decided to shut down. But it doesn’t seem to matter for Kinn is enthusiastic and goes slowly in the sensitive areas, careful with his cock and his ass with a meticulous nature at the forefront.

Porsche must be more cock drunk than he thought, he wonders, saturated by the levels of affection he bears for this man. He kind of wants to have his babies.

When he’s done, Kinn throws the towel to the corner of the room, realizing his Dragon form has gone to rest, Porsche’s own Phoenix having disappeared as well. Wincing, he shifts to his side and Kinn joins him on the empty slot next to him, lying down face-to-face. 

For a moment, they simply evaluate each other, and Porsche is mildly surprised by how at home he feels. Like this is where he’s meant to be. It’s a strange phenomenon for him as he’s never thought someone other than Chay could make him feel this way. But Porsche can’t explain how calm the idea of Kinn in his life puts him at so much ease.

“Why did you think I hated you?” Kinn blurts out of nowhere.

It’s as if the romantic music screeches to a halt in his head complete with a record scratch.

The tips of his ears turn pink, “Damn. Negative ten points for poor aftercare skills.” He wants to twist away from his stare but he finds himself unable to, worn down and vulnerable. 

Porsche curses at the universe and hopes lightning strikes him so that he winds up resurrecting in a garbage disposal.

“I’ve been going to therapy,” Kinn says then.

Porsche thinks Kinn has fucked his brain out of his ears. “ Huh? ”

Kinn clears his throat, scratching his ear, “I have…unhealthy coping mechanisms.”

“Is that because you’re an Aquarius?”

“…No?” Kinn frowns, “Tankhun and Tay know more about that than me. But the point is.” He shrugs with pursed lips, “I’m not good at facing my emotions.”

“Oh. Well.” He drawls, careful and serious to match his energy and vibe, “Neither am I.”

“You don’t say,” Kinn replies flatly.

Porsche swats him on the forehead as Kinn erupts in these small soundless giggles which sound so unnatural coming out of his mouth. Yet so lyrical and perfect that he immediately moves in to kiss that same spot in the next beat, finding crinkles around his beautiful eyes when he leans back. He appears years younger. Like in the pictures he’d seen of him in the newspapers when Kinn’s mother was still alive.

“I didn’t actually think you hated me. Just found it a bit weird how we’ve never met.” To stave off how upset he really is about it, Porsche shrugs indifferently.

“That’s not exactly true,” His soft smile turns secretive and Porsche cocks an eyebrow. “We did, a year ago at the Hum Bar. But you don’t remember because you were really drunk.” He tells it cautiously as if he wouldn’t believe him otherwise.

Porsche frowns, a cloudy haze in his head. He believes Kinn instantly, his subconscious emerging from the depths to bring forth a blurry slideshow of images.

“At Tankhun’s birthday party. You were there.” 

“Yes.” His eyes light up, “I wasn’t going to come but you know how Tankhun is.”

“I am well aware,” He replies as they share a look, which already feels too intimate—as if they’ve known each other for decades.

A small twitch appears on his lips, “We danced together, you talked a lot. ” He shoots him a grin which Porsche mirrors before he’s even aware of it. “And you made an absolute fool of yourself the whole night. You are very clumsy.”

Warmth drips from his voice and it pours into Porsche’s body. “Sounds like me.” He affirms proudly and Kinn shifts closer, a hand under his face.

“You dragged me to the pier outside. You…you looked beautiful under the moonlight.” Pink spots dot his cheeks, tips of his ears red.

Remnants of his memories flash to the front of his mind, wiggling at the corner yet still uncovered. But he remembers something. He remembers soft lips. A musky, fiery aroma present around him. The feeling of his heart palpitating out of his chest. 

He remembers those thick eyebrows and that damned smile.

“We kissed, didn’t we?” Porsche sees vague pictures of the moment in his head.

Guilt cracks his features and Kinn nods, “I would’ve never done it if I knew how drunk you really were.”

Porsche purses his lips, thoughtful as he says, “Anakinn Theerapanyakul doesn’t kiss.”

A dangerously rogue look overcomes his face, schooling a thoughtful articulation, “Don’t I?”

Their legs intertwine, Kinn’s hand attached to his nape to lure him in for kisses that make his head spin. He doesn’t kiss like he wants to let him go any time soon. They’re meant to keep him here, purposeful with the intent on devotion. The rush of that epiphany is like dopamine.

“You have a crush on me.” Porsche smiles wide into the kiss, giddy when Kinn sighs heavily and presses deeper into the kiss in an attempt to shut him up.

But he has Phoenix strength now and can manage to sneak away from his lips every few seconds. 

“You had a crush on me. You like , like, me. And that scared you.” 

Kinn huffs in that big, scary Dragon way but he just ends up appearing adorable in that faint pout. “It wasn’t only that.” He looks as if he wants to elaborate, biting the inside of his cheek.

Porsche raises his eyebrows, fixing the strands of Kinn’s hair which are all mussed up at the top. “Okay.”

A low rumble begins oozing from Kinn as Porsche pets his head and tucks hair behind his ear. “My last relationship didn’t end well.”

“Right. I know about him.” Porsche meets his quizzical eyes to explain, “Gossip columns.”

Kinn grimaces as Porsche continues to trace his body, thumb sweeping down his cheek and the cut of his jaw. It earns him a deeper rumble, a greenlight which makes him relax, knowing he truly was alright discussing this.

“What about you?” Kinn asks after a moment of silence, edging close enough to share a breath, “It’s strange you never reached out considering you’re such a huge fan of mine.” 

Porsche’s face falls, turning different shades of red, a flurry of nerves coming alive which is never a good sign because— feathers . “ Pshh! A fan? Where’d you get that idea?” He says in five different pitches.

A delightful smile creeps across, “How long have you had a crush on me?”

“Listen, you’re all over the fucking news, you haunt me everywhere!” He yells but it’s no good against Kinn Theerapanyakul who graduated from Sexy, Romantic, Rich Asshole college and is peppering kisses to his burning cheek.

“Alright, Porsche.” He doesn’t believe him at all, but Porsche doesn’t care because Kinn is putting his mouth everywhere . 

His jaw where there’s untrimmed hair, his neck where a pulse jumps, his chest, swooping in to suck his nipples and then licking down the middle of his torso to plant a kiss to his stomach, above a thousand fluttering butterflies. 

Kinn lifts his head, a sinful smirk traced upon his challenging gaze, “Still want to suck my cock?”

Porsche just grins.

“Jom! Where the hell have you been, loca?” Tem yells at the loudest decibel he can manage from across the Hum Bar to the entrance where the subject is.

Porsche wants to strangle him (affectionately) and his voicebox. He’s going to go deaf one of these days…

Jom struts in, points at the pair with finger guns and a wink, “Just here and there my friends. Just here and there.” He says mysteriously like he’s been taking mushrooms.

“You sound like you’ve been taking mushrooms,” Tem inspects him, bursting with energy all of a sudden, “Hey, do you—”

“No, we don’t want to try magic mushrooms, Tem!” Porsche and Jom roar in unison, sharing a look with Yok who bares her teeth in the epitome of the word yikes.

“Fuck you guys,” Tem says with no heat, “Yok, my darling, you want to come to the Fae realm, don’t you?” He reaches for her hand, encasing it in his.

“Well…” She starts, eyeing behind him where Jom and Porsche are shaking their heads vigorously.

Tem brings out the big guns because he’s a smart motherfucker who knows where the money lies. “It has a Fountain of Youth.” 

Yok’s entire face transforms, eyes sparkling as she straightens up, “Oh, honey , you should’ve started with that from the beginning!” She ushers him in to expand more with glittery nails.

“Welp,” Porsche mutters sadly, “We lost another one.” Jom simply pats his shoulder sympathetically. “Where the hell have you been, anyway?” He asks suddenly, turning to him.

A proud, confident smile brightens his face as he swipes his nose, “Started a new job, baby.”

“No fucking way.” Porsche grips his shoulder.

“Believe it.” Jom adjusts his collar, “I’m a corporate man now. Suit and tie shit, the women dig it.” His eyebrows twerk and it’s pretty impressive.

“Oh, do they?” He grins, so happy for him.

“Yeah, your ass wouldn’t know.” Teasingly, he nudges him, “Where’s your man anyway?”

Porsche blushes and that’s humiliating because whenever that occurs, his tail boner decides to present itself. For what it’s worth, the others don’t bother commenting on it anymore and just resort to snickering to themselves like Jom is right now. Fucking hell.

But Porsche is a self-assured confident man nonetheless and he preens despite it, flexing his feathery tail as it swings in the air because he can do that now without burning anybody or the place down. 

He’s about to reply about his man when Chay slides in beside him.

“Kim said they’re outside.” He says with a bounce to his step, seemingly in an agreeable mood.

With a smirk, Porsche pokes his round cheeks, “Are you going to behave yourself today?”

Chay schools his expression, a tiny smirk of his own at the corner of his mouth, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“What happened to ‘I love Kinn. He’s amazing and wonderful and would be perfect for you, hia’?” He asks in an incredible rendition of his little brother’s voice which has Jom cackling in the corner.

“He’s dating my hia now. I have to play my role as the dutiful younger brother so that he doesn’t get any ideas or slip up.” Chay explains in mock intimidation. Porsche nearly squishes his cheeks because he’s so cute.

“You’re practically the one who flung me onto his dick.” He replies instead, tone flat.

“That’s true.” Jom hums while Tem and Yok tune in mid-conversation to agree.

“Doesn’t matter.” Chay says, “Gotta give him the Kool-aid.” 

Porsche grins wide, about to tease him some more when he hears several footsteps at the front.

“Did someone say Kool-aid?”

In the middle stands Tankhun, hands on his waist, torso entirely covered in a pink fur coat, and wearing a turquoise-colored outfit to match his hair of the same color.

“Tankhun!” Chay rushes to him, ignoring Kim beside him waiting with open arms.

His little brother flings into Tankhun’s open arms instead and is lifted up by him momentarily with a tight squeeze before he’s brought back down to the floor. “How’s my baby doing?” Tankhun coo’s.

Porsche meets Kim’s eyes sympathetically, sharing that same look. While they catch up, Porsche decides to hug the rest, engulfed by Time’s humongous muscles that could bring Kinn’s to shame, and then warmly squeezed by Tay who smells wonderful and Porsche nearly tears up when he realizes they can’t stay like this until the end of time. He sniffs when he pulls away, Tay’s gaze too knowing and he can appreciate that he doesn’t think he’s a weirdo for it.

A shriek stops the chatter and everyone turns to the commotion which just so happens to emit from Chay who’s staring at a guitar pick with teary eyes and shock. He’s holding it up as if it’s the Holy Grail. In front of him is Kinn, grinning humbly and Porsche shakes his head in amusement, finding him completely unbelievable.

“Taylor Swift signed this?” Chay exhales, asking to truly make sure the signature on the pick isn’t something he deluded himself into thinking was there.

Kinn nods once, cheeks wide enough to create dimples.

“Oh my god.” He turns to Porsche, dire with trembling knees, “You have to marry him. Because if you don’t, I will.”

“I’m standing right here ,” Kim says.

“Right in front of my salad? Really?” Porsche says.

Ignoring their outrage, he turns back to his new favorite human being, “Thank you so much, P’Kinn. This is amazing.” Chay tells him, tears in his eyes—or it might just be the sparkles from how he’s literally looking at him like he’s in love with him. Who knows.

“It was no big deal. Don’t worry about it, nong.” He shrugs it off as Porsche bears him a look that could ice even a fiery hot Dragon.

He sidles up to him after Chay gives him a five minute hug and then prances off with a skip in his step, finding Kim and ranting his poor ears off in a corner booth. Porsche smiles at the pair, feeling sentimental and fucking warm at the happiness Chay exudes as he shows off the pick and kisses it multiple times.

“Hey there, handsome.” Porsche flirts, fitting into his side as Kinn brings him close with a hand around his waist. The area under his shirt bursts with feathers but it’s alright. It’s Porsche’s little secret.

“Hi, sweetheart.” And he hates it! He hates how the term of endearment has his skin crackle.

“Don’t sweetheart me. Where’s my present?” He makes a show of pouting big which ultimately makes Kinn laser his golden eyes towards his mouth. Success!

He looks absolutely delicious, dressed in a black tank top, a low cut that enhances his massive bonkers, bulging biceps he wants to nom nom on hidden underneath his unbuttoned blazer, and a narrow waist tightened by a belt. His trousers are flared at the bottom, shiny shoes peeking from the hem. 

Porsche wants to sit on his face but he can’t decide if he wants that or wants Kinn to step on his cock with those exact shiny shoes—

The bar collectively groans, “Porsche!” Making him giggle when he sees the Creatures blocking their noses.

“Whoops.” He replies, not sorry at all.

“Go get it, girlfriend!” Yok cheers from the bar and Porsche blows her a kiss which she catches with her hand.

He returns to Kinn’s bright smile, heart stuttering, “Now where were we? Oh yes. My present.” Cupping his face, Porsche leans forward as Kinn pulls him in by the waist, both hands on his hip.

“So spoiled.” He comments before taking his breath away with a kiss. Porsche opens his mouth for tongue action, arching when it spreads along wide on the roof. His thumb rests on his waist, slipping to reach bare skin and able to feel how his body is betraying his lack of control, brushing the feathers.

Kinn smiles wide into the kiss, so fucking smug, that asshole. “Shut up, like you’re not as affected. I can feel how hot your skin is.” He provides as evidence, knowing full well, he's half-morph underneath.

“Hmm.” He just kisses him again, more gently this time. “Let’s step outside for a bit.”

“Oh?” He arches an eyebrow.

Knowing him and that look, Kinn parts his mouth to explain but is interrupted by Tankhun.

“Oi! You can suck face with my brother some other time.” His feigned angry expression turns into a devilish smirk. “I’m trying to listen to what a huge crush Porsche had on Kinn.” 

“On second thought,” Kinn says as Porsche sends daggers to Chay, utterly betrayed by his own kin—his own flesh and blood!

“For the last time! He’s famous! Literally the richest man in half of Asia!” Porsche bursts as the rest laugh, not believing him in the slightest. He stomps his tail furiously to the ground, hair turning red to match the burn on his cheeks.

“If that’s the case, Kim was also famous and you all know what I was like,” Chay says as Yok, Jom, and Tem murmur in harmony, aware since they’d seen it all from the beginning to, well, current life.

“Oh my god,” Tankhun exclaims, “Did he have a poster in his room?”

Porsche struggles from Kinn’s grasp but is too late.

“No, but he did save multiple news articles in his drawer.” 

Everyone erupts into coos, ooh-ing, and aah-ing while Porsche prays he sinks and becomes one with the floor.

“Oh yeah, and remember that time Kinn broke up with his ex and we’d never seen Porsche so happy in his entire life?” Tem adds, to which Jom immediately agrees to excitedly.

“Thanks a lot, everybody, for that public display of humiliation. Loved it.” Porsche can’t meet Kinn’s golden glowing eyes. 

So his boyfriend places several kisses on his cheek, happiness dripping from his every pore, as Porsche is unable to help himself and smiles shyly through the chaos of cheers and whoops in the room.

“Alright, alright,” He motions everyone to settle down, “Show’s over.”

“Fine!” Tankhun shoos them away with his hand, “You may now go make out or do whatever you both do together.” His face is covered in faint apprehension or annoyance, he can’t tell.

They don’t need to be told twice and Kinn takes his hand, “Let’s go.”

Porsche allows himself to be whisked off, shaking away his Phoenix state while they head to the door that leads to the back of the bar. He takes him down the alleyway, sound of water close by as they walk to the pier. Porsche can’t fight the grin on his mouth, glancing at Kinn ahead of him and to where their hands are intertwined in a fierce grip. 

“I wish I met you sooner,” Kinn says, low in the stillness of the night.

“Took the words right out of my mouth,” Porsche replies in awe, surprised at their brain synchronization. 

He supposes that does tend to occur when Kinn has spent ninety percent of the time the past few weeks with his cock so far up his ass, he could fuck his brain. It’s not big of a stretch considering what else is possible. Like fitting an arm-sized cock into his caboose.

“I’m serious,” Kinn tells him, grabbing both his hands to lead him under a lantern swinging on a post. “Before Tawan.” His earnest gaze pierces through him.

Porsche squeezes his hands, stepping closer, “Who said I’m not serious?” The glow of the lantern is not as bright as his eyes, and he leans in to smack a kiss to his cheek. “Although, I had fewer brain cells and was still pretty much deep in the closet back then.”

“Fewer brain cells?” Kinn pecks the back of his hand, peering up at him through his eyelashes.

“Oh, fuck you!” He wrestles away from his hands as Kinn snickers.

“I’m teasing, I love your brain.” Kinn’s laugh wafts over his face, kissing the top of his forehead, “I love the things you say.” He kisses his lips, moving away too soon, “You make me laugh, and I love that.”

“There’s a lot of ‘L-words’ in there, Kinn. Something you wanna say?” He teases, puckering his mouth for more and more. Forever.

Kinn appeases him as always, making him moan into it and Porsche almost pops his foot up like he’s some Disney princess. When he breaks away, Kinn simply smiles that secretive smile. 

“This is where we kissed for the first time.”

Porsche nods, glancing at the water reflecting the lights of the temple, thumb rubbing circles into Kinn’s hand. He inhales deeply, content and happy, “Yeah. You romantic asshole.”

“That mouth on you.” He reprimands lightly, bumping their noses together.

“You said you love my mouth. No take backs!” Porsche nuzzles in with a small sigh.

“I do,” Kinn says.

“Mmm, sensing déjà-vu over here.”

Kinn shakes his head, laughter light and free. “I do love your mouth.” To seal it as a vow he swoops low to give him a kiss.

Porsche wraps his arms around him, chest to chest as Kinn then kisses his cheek, soft skin sliding when they hug tight. He buries his head into his shoulder, a hand fisted into the back of his blazer and Kinn’s fingers brushing his nape.

“Thank you for bringing me here this time. And for being romantic.” He murmurs against his neck.

He’s quiet but Porsche can feel his warm smile on his skin and how he tightens his hold, “Anything for you, my lovebird.”

Porsche swings them from side to side, overcome with affection, the inebriating smell of ember in the air. He sends a thankful prayer above, for bringing him the best person he could’ve met at a time when nothing made sense in his life, for turning everything around and offering him change he could finally accept.

“I like the sound of that.” Porsche crooks in deeper to feel the faint rumble of Kinn’s body, reverberating through his soul.

His Phoenix tattoo comes to life under Kinn’s palm. A back tattoo he’d gotten weeks ago at the request of his boyfriend who insisted Creatures got magic tattoos to represent their identity. Kinn had a Dragon one too but his was not present all the time considering it was in hibernation mode. But it comes out to play every once in a while, floating across his body and trying to touch Porsche’s Phoenix. It’s terribly endearing.

Suddenly, Kinn’s shoulder shakes, hearing his low laughter, “I can’t believe you kept newspaper articles of me.”

“ Stop! ” 

Porsche’s yell echoes through the night, his boyfriend keeping a tight hold on his struggling figure. But he doesn’t fight against him too much, finding that despite the embarrassment, there really is nowhere else he’d rather be.

And fuck it. Porsche adores the sound of Kinn’s laughter more than his pride anyway.