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♫♫ I'm Henry the eighth, I am Henry the eighth, I am, I am I got married to the widow next door She's been married seven times before And every one was an Henry (Henry) She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam)I'm her eighth old man, I'm Henry Henry the eighth, I am Second verse, same as the first ♫♫

The song was loud, obnoxiously off key and the songster hadn't stopped for the last two hours. One might wonder just whom the 'artist' of the onslaught of ear torture would be? Porsche. Yes, darling Porsche. Worst. Captive. Ever. He was chained to a cement wall in a basement, shirtless and obviously banged up from fighting. On the floor was a half circle in yellow chalk marking just how far he could reach in those chains. They'd learned the hard way that getting with in striking range of this guy was bad news.

They had him there for three days now. Mean while tales of his betrayal being spread like wild fire. Kinn had been the first that the minor family's Vegas had come to, his face bruised and bloodied. Telling Kinn he had over heard Porsche on the phone with someone, saying that Kinn who was showing more than friendly interest in Porsche had taken the bait and soon he would be able to take down the Thai mafia in one move. it was a lie of course but if they wanted to get their mitts on things Porsche and Kinn needed to be at odds. Kinn distracted by his love interest stabbing him in the back then taking off would give them the time needed to get a plan in motion. That brought Porsche here, to his lovely accommodations of cinder block walls, cold floors and when h annoyed them really good, sprays with the hose of ice water.

♫♫ I'm Henry the eighth, I am Henry the eighth, I am, I am I got married to the widow next door She's been married seven times before And every one was an Henry (Henry) She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam)I'm her eighth old man, I'm Henry Henry the eighth, I am Second verse, same as the first ♫♫

" We wouldn't need to get close to just shoot him." One of the guards in the hallway said to the other two standing by with him. " The bastard told me he was a vegetarian and it was against his religion to eat meat." the third man nodded " Then told me that he was on a carnivore diet and would shit all over the place eating vegetables. Why are we keeping this punk alive again?" the first man spoke up again, " Because if this asshole turns up dead, do you know what Vegas will do to us for messing up his plans?" all three groaned in misery as Porsche started all over again with the singing.

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This was Kinn trying to be patient?! His soul about flew out of his asshole and took his stomach with it at how abrupt the sweet and gentle Kinn switched to dick head Kinn in a second. The hell was his problem?! Kinn grabbed at him and Porsche looked at Kinn like he was nuts.

" I worry about you and you turn into a..." he flailed his hands around motioning to the very seriously pissed face Kinn was giving him. He pursed his lips " You want it that bad?! Fine!" the annoyance in Porsche's voice as he reached his hand up pressing in the center of Kinn's chest to push him back down on the bed. He moved his hand over sliding Kinn's legs open enough to give himself room to get in between them.

His eyes went up to Kinn's face as he assaulted Kinn's inner thigh with kisses and suckling moving up, his tongue teasing, mouthing his balls. A low hmmm as he moved closing his hand around Kinn's cock guiding it into his mouth.

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The man hasn't slept well since he got you out of those chains, Porsche, cut him some slack. Kinn was ready to mouth right back when he was pushed down. Cue in a surprised 'oof!' and then he felt his legs parted and Porsche shift right in between them. Had he better faculties, Kinn would have turned it into a wrestling to see who would go on top but then Porsche was at his balls and Kinn could only cry out.

Even as abrupt as it was and his head was spinning a bit, Kinn spread his legs further, already panting out Porsche's name. A little dizzy and a lot sore, Kinn was on that edge as he gripped Porsche's hair, pleading with him not to go again. Do leave him like this, he couldn't take it. It was cruel. As much as Porsche had been dribbling before, Kinn was leaking now, back arched back as he panted and swallowed between words.

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Kinn was going to get a break alright. At least if Porsche had his way he was. Pulling the skin back away from the head of Kinn's cock, he replaced it with a lap of his tongue before sliding down the length enjoying the salty taste of the weeping coming from the head and going onto his tongue. Porsche was still watching Kinn's face. The way he moved the way he showed he was enjoying Porsche's work.

Damn. This man was so hot,moving his head in a steady up and down motion, sucking as if trying to suck the seed from his balls.

[50000baht]

He would have been pleased as punch with just a hand job. Besides that way he could feast on the little sounds Porsche made that made his nerves zizzle to life. But he could also do this too. He was so good at it and how the fuck he knew that Kinn absolutely loved the way he moved his tongue just like that was beyond him.

His whole body was tight with tension as a wrecked out 'Porsche' trembled from his lips. A gasp and then another 'Porsche' as he held on. He didn't force the man's head but he had to be touching him, holding him in some way as his logic skittered away somewhere in a corner of the room. His other hand smacked the bed, twisting in the sheets.

And then his breath froze in his chest. Back arched, his hips trembling, he could feel it come rushing to him as his cock swelled. A choked sob trembled past his lips as it started, the release he had been aching for that blew the rest of his mind to bits as he flooded Porsche's mouth.

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Porsche loved the way his name sounded coming from the throws of Kinn coming completely undone. There was nothing that he wanted more than to be right here and to be being the cause of those sounds Kinn was making.

He felt that tenson, like a levy straining against a flood. Just as Kinn started to fill his mouth he slid the whole way down suckling Kinn's cock dry. Once Kinn was spent Porsche slid up licking his cock clean before sitting back on his heels.

[50000baht]

Kinn couldn't think. He knew he screamed somewhere in all of that. Porsche was a hidden gem and he could barely feel anything right now. He was fucked out and riding the high like it was his favorite car and a drunk grin peeked out from his euphoria. "You are the most arrogant cocksucker out there--and you live up to that... so well."

Oh man, was he even making any sense?

Nope. He didn't care, either. He just wanted Porsche.

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" Yeah. Yeah, I know." he said leaning in to kiss Kinn on his abdomen. He slid down and off the bed, hitting his knees to look where he had kicked off his underwear in his excitement earlier. Taking a moment to press his forehead to the floor and thump it lightly. Screwing around during work hours always seemed to put Porsche on edge. But also it was exciting, anyone could walk in that bed room door for any reason and catch them.

He located his underwear and grabbed them sitting on the chair to start to put them back on.

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He hadn't forgotten about Porsche, though. There was another cock that should be handled properly and his mouth slipped into a pout when it suddenly wasn't available anymore. "Leaving so soon?" He played into the part, even giving a little whine. "We were just getting started."

Before Kinn could say anything else, there was a knock on the door. "Mr Kinn?"

Kinn froze. For a minute, he didn't even breath.

"Mr Kinn, I'm coming in."

"No, you're not!" Okay. So if Porsche was leaving, let him sweat a bit doing so. "I was sleeping. Come back later."

"Mr Kinn, I'm so very sorry to be interrupting. But.. ah... we're looking for Porsche?"

Kinn's eyes glittered as he looked to his lover, his gaze heating up. Porsche. His lover. They loved each other.

Fuck, did they manage to spike the rice?!

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Any other time, any other place. Also if he hadn't really been worried about Kinn, he would have just sprawled out naked on the bed after that arms folded behind his head and hard on waving in the breeze. " Work." he got out before... Oh God Damned Chan! Couldn't the old bastard find someone elses ass to ride for a day?

Grabbing his pants quickly and all but jumping into them to get them on zipping up his fly and fastening the button. Then came the shirt buttoning it up as fast as his fingers would allow buttoning up his cuffs and putting his tie back on. He tucked the shirt in neatly and put the vest back on. He all but broke his toes off shoving them in his shoes so quickly and working the ties to tie them up.

He moved over kissing the side of Kinn's mouth that was not hurt and pressing his mouth against his ear to whisper " I love you." and then was out the sliding door. Leaving behind his underwear that he had been looking for and started putting on but instead got the shit scared out of him by Chan, and both black socks. Boner..free balling it...and no socks in those leather shoes. FML doesn't even begin to sum it up.

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Kinn straightened out Porsche's collar and mouthed the word tonight before the man slipped out on the breezeway. "He's not here," Kinn continued with his bored voice. "He brought in rice--Which again, is spiked. I'm making you taste it first from now on. Made him go run the blocks as punishment for making me go out and save his ass."

"I-I see, Mr Kinn."

"Go away. I'm sleeping." Kinn carefully got up and gathered the socks and underwear, shoving them under his pillow. Fuck Porsche for leaving the best bits here to tease him. "Bring ramen next time."

"Of course. I will do that, Mr. Kinn."

The first sleep block was an hour and a half. A record! And when he thought he couldn't get back to sleep? Well, Kinn wasn't shameless in the least, pulling those briefs out to inhale deeply, rubbing one out with Porsche's name moaning on his lips before he passed out again.

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By the time Porsche was done with the day he was very sure that his feet were going to detach from his legs and walk off with out him in protest of the leather shoes with no socks. He got back to his room and pulled the leather shoes off with a groan and dropping them to the side. Forgetting about the lack of underwear he had started to take his work clothes off, had his pants undone and almost had dropped them before a voice startled him.

" Tough day?" Porsche remembered the underwear situation at about that time and had caught his pants just short of flashing Pete the goods. "Yeah." he breathed out, Pete was easy to talk to, and he thought that if they weren't working together here he might have made a really good friend.

Pete took a look at Porsche's feet then picked up a bag of episome salts from a cabinet. " You'd better soak those blisters. Chan said you're up to go out tomorrow. He looked annoyed for some reason after he was looking for you." Pete shrugged a shoulder indicating he didn't know the deal there and then took his leave.

Kinn said he wanted to see him tonight. Band aids over the blisters would have to do. Fresh socks and definitely a pair of underwear, he was lucky he didn't get blisters on his crack. Once he was put back together again and in street clothes he snuck his way over to the sliding door of Kinn's room pecking his fingers on the glass lightly. " Come on, Kinn. Hurry up before someone sees me."

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Having gotten a few hours of true rest had done him wonders. That and endorphins. Kinn had been up, able to shuffle around and ordered fresh bedsheets while he took a shower. Of course, he kept his souvenirs with him. The only downside was that shaving seemed to be an impossible task, more because he didn't want to aggravate his face than anything else. The scruffy look was so fucking itchy. But he was clean and felt more human overall.

A splash of the colonge Porsche liked and towel drying his hair, he was ready. Part of him wanted to put on real clothes but that also seemed a bit much so it was a fresh set of silk pajamas as he heard the faint tapping of the window. Thank fuck the staff had finished his bed and left by then.

Walking over to the door, he slid it open, taking the briefest second to drink in Porsche and then tugged him inside. What would have normally happened next was plastering the man back on that door and kiss the life out of him. Now, it was more of pulling Porsche in close, ass and all, and settling for the nose rubs and sniff-kisses. "Hey."

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Porsche was keeping watch for any passer byers, and hoping that sooner rather than later he wouldn't have to sneak in the side door, or jump anytime someone knocked on the door. For now though, this was how it was. When Kinn opened the door he almost went to the usual of grabbing his face and kissing him but had stopped being reminded that he was hurt.

There was something about Kinn grabbing on to his ass like that that was just really hot. He was also laying the sniff kisses on thick and even an actual kiss in places not injured. He was reminded of how much he really did miss those deep, open mouthed kisses.

[50000baht]

He couldn't wait to be healed, or at least healed enough that he could kiss Porsche properly. When would that be, a couple weeks? A month? Could he tolerate sneaking around like that for that long? That wouldn't do but right now, he wasn't going to go marching to his father about it, either. There was this firm ass he could grope and pull flush to him.

Walking over to the bed was their usual awkward waddle, with the need to be as close as possible warring with progress. This time, he pushed Porsche back onto the bed as he slowly crawled on top, letting his breath wash over Porsche. "I'm not finished with you," he promised, already working on pushing Porsche's shirt up to nuzzle his chest.

Soon, he promised silently, they wouldn't be sneaking around. But right now the only thing Kinn could concentrate on was getting Porsche naked and sprawled out in his bed.

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Porsche was right on that same page about Kinn being healed enough for a proper kiss. He'd become greedy about those lately, since the first one all he wanted was more. Not being able to have them at all was some kind of torture. He dipped his head down kissing Kinn's jaw and the side of his neck as they did their waddle grope kissing march to the bed.

He pulled back just enough to give Kinn a heated once over, and had been just about to bring his hands up through his hair when he was pushed backwards onto the bed. " Are you ever?" Porsche asked one of those questions that didn't need an answer as Kinn pushed his shirt up nuzzling into his chest. Just the closeness like that, skin against his skin. It was a turn on in a big way.

The sneaking around was going to wear on Porsche eventually he would ultimately feel as though he was just that...a dirty little secret. It's not what he wanted of this, but right now, just for now he'd take it.

[50000baht]

Rectifying the relationship status was a tomorrow thing. Tonight? He needed Porsche naked and writhing in his bed. He tugged the shirt off and then sat up, one knee on either side of Porsche's hips as he eased his pajama shirt off. Then his hands were on Porsche, digging into muscle and drawing down to the man's jeans. His lips were already parting with the heavy breaths, tugging at the fly to start shoving Porsche's pants off him. And then with a wicked grin, nuzzled his face into Porsche's crotch and took an indulgent sniff. His exhale was pointed with a groan as he swore his eyes rolled back in his head.

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Oh, Porsche was definitely getting to the naked and writhing part of tonight's festivities. He moved to give Kinn a hand with getting his shirt off, his hands moving to run up Kinn's abs, at least until the tickly sting of nails raking down his chest and moving to his jeans got a low " ugf" from him.

His breath quickening too, as he moved adjusting and squirming enough to get his pants off with out tossing Kinn off of him. " h..Hey.." he said gently " careful of your..Oh.." the face in his crotch like that had his dick nearly at instant attention. Fuck. He wanted to be more mindful of Kinn's face and injuries but Kinn was making that very hard for him.

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Kinn was more than fine. He needed Porsche like this and he could manage to be mostly careful. Mostly. He did drag his lower lip along that beautiful length, pressing a kiss at the tip before divesting Porsche of the rest of his clothes. And then his clothes were off as well. Stopping just short of mashing his face against Porsche's he hovered, panting darkly as he reached over into the draw of his nightstand.

"You better be careful," he breathed, his kisses painfully light. No biting. Fuck, he wanted to bite Porsche's nipple. The lube found and tucked into his hand, Kinn was already easing himself between Porsche's thighs, spreading his legs wider while nudging him to get more on the bed.

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Kinn's lip just dragging up the length of his cock drew a sucking in of a breath, his mouth parting wanting so badly to kiss Kinn, to bring his hand around to the back of his head and press his face into Kinn's until neither one of them could breathe. He was trying to help with those clothes, just as eager to have Kinn's naked body against his as Kinn was to have his.

" What if I don't want to be careful anymore?" spoken lowly as Kinn hovered over his face panting just as he was. It probably would go missed in this moment between how fucking bad they wanted one another, but Porsche wasn't talking about Kinn's injuries.

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Kinn paused for a moment, taking the time to look at Porsche's face, hearing the challenge in that single question. Kinn canted his head slightly, eyes focusing more on what wasn't being said, but implied.

"You want in?" He asked, easing just a bit on the hover. "Fully. In." He wasn't talking about his heart. Porsche would forever be in his heart, no matter what. But he needed to know that Porsche comprehended completely what it was like to be the lover of the Mafia heir. It wasn't just another couple out on the streets. Porsche would have a target on his head as well. "There's no going back then, Porsche. As my bodyguard, you can go back and return to the life you had before, if you want."

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Porsche looked to him listening to the words said, that wasn't exactly what he meant but it was a subject that was bound to come up eventually anyway. He was thinking about it, really thinking about what that would mean. Targets on his head? That was something he had already. Danger? He was all too aware that he could become Swiss cheese at any time for any reason.

Then he said the dumbest thing Porsche had heard from him yet. Before he could have went back to how his life was before. He could have just quit, tucked tail and went back to under ground fighting and dodging getting his ass kicked over rent or something his Uncle did. Now though? No fucking way he could go back not with as deep as he was with Kinn now. He huffed out a laugh. " What I need, right now, is for you to fuck me like it's our last day. Because it might be, if you believe that I could ever go back to my life as it was after coming so far with you."

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"No."

He wasn't saying no to a new life, though. Kinn dropped a kiss to Porsche's lips.

"I'm going to make love to you like it's the first day of the rest of our lives." And then, just because he could, tilted his head so that still damp strands of hair fell over his eyes. "Unless, you... just wanna be fucked?" Porsche wanted in. Kinn was letting him in. "I can do that too."

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Porsche was careful as Kinn dropped the kiss on his lips. Bringing his hands up to either side of his face, laying hand gently on the injured side to not hurt.

"Didn't you say my life is yours and you'll do what you want? Surprise me, if you can." It was going to be a whole new way, being a made man was going to be something. He was still going to do anything he could to try and not do those things that he thought were scummy. After all Porsche was still Porsche.

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Kinn quirked a smile as he sat up a little more. "By logic, that would mean my life is yours now, too, right?" He let his hands roam over Porsche's chest, caress all his favorite bits.

"Right?" He leaned in, looking intently. Then a small smile and he went with his first choice. Kinn lowered his mouth and lapped at Porsche's nipple, then breathed hotly over it.

Chuckling softly, he brought up the bottle of lube, rolling it in his hands. "And then minute my jaw feels better? Im going to eat you alive."

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Porsche was at first looking at him trying to figure out if it was a trick question. Technically, as his employee Porsche was supposed to give his life to protect Kinn. Then there was that intent look.

" Kinn, you had me at 50,000 baht."

There was a sharp sucking in of air as Kinn, licked his nipple. He moved his hand up gently cradling his head. " Guess we'll just need to get creative until then."

Kinn was warming the lube which got Porsche's attention for sure. He shifted and moved so that Kinn had all the room he would need to get to every spot.