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Kinn is the first person Porsche has ever slept with in the same bed and woken up to the next morning, only to do it again and again.
Porsche didn't know what kind of sleeper he was when there's another person to share his space. He'd always assumed he'd probably stick to his side and sleep like the dead. Which is what he does on his own. But this was before Kinn. Before they ended up stuck in the forest. Somehow, over those few days Porsche got used to sleeping every night next to Kinn and waking up to his stupidly handsome face. Even then he was never comfortable enough to properly sleep. Neither of them were. A few days weren't enough to form routines and habits.
Now it's different. Porsche is so terribly in love with Kinn he doesn't know how he makes it through the day without it showing on his face. He suspects it's the same for Kinn. Dopey, besotted looks aren't good in their line of work. Porsche wants to be taken seriously so he can't show in front of others how much he wants to smother himself right into Kinn.
At night, as they get ready to sleep, it's a whole different world.
They have a routine now. Porsche's never had that before. He's seen it on TV, couples working their way around each other in sync but not given it much thought.
Kinn and him have one now. He doesn't know how it started but here they are. He brushes his teeth while Kinn showers. Then they swap over. Porsche will switch the light off in the bathroom and Kinn will already be in bed. Sometimes he'll be in his closet deciding on what to wear for the next day. Sometimes he'll have an Ipad in hand or some files he's going through but as soon as Porsche is out Kinn will put it away. Kinn tries not to bring paperwork with him to bed. Porsche had to put his foot down and Kinn relented pretty easily.
But Porsche's favourite part is sleeping with Kinn. Well besides the sex part. That's great too. Ten out of ten, would recommend. But not really because Porsche doesn't share.
Porsche, it turns out, is a clingy sleeper. Which he's not ashamed of. As soon as Kinn is flat on his back Porsche will pounce on him. He'll shove his face into the crook of Kinn's neck. Likes to tuck himself right under Kinn's chin while Kinn will grumble and complain but Kinn always wraps his arms around Porsche tightly, pulling him flush against his body.
"You're like an octopus,'' Kinn will usually say, as his hands will try to pull him closer, if possible. The filthy liar.
Porsche will pout against his throat, biting it in reprimand. "Yeah but I'm your octopus." Porsche is no longer embarrassed about this. Porsche from a year ago would have thought this was way too much. Now he doesn't care. He's disgustingly in love and loved in return.
Kinn can pretend all he wants but Porsche always feels him rubbing his face in his hair and sniffing him like the lovable weirdo he is. Well lovable to him which is fine. Porsche has an infinite amount of love to give. They'll lay like this and Porsche will talk his ear off about their security detail and what went well. Could he change this thing he's been thinking about? Kinn will hum and agree, his hand slowly rubbing along his back, making Porsche's body melt until he falls asleep, his lips lightly pressed against Kinn's Adams apple.
Sometime Porsche will wake up and Kinn will be asleep on his back. Porsche mostly on top of him and Kinn's heartbeat a steady rhythm in his ear. Porsche will have his leg thrown over Kinn's. Kinn gets up much earlier than a normal human being should and if he's up then everybody needs to be too.
"Alright up, let me out," Kinn will say in that awfully deep morning voice.
Porsche will grumble sleepily, "Five more minutes. You don't even need to be awake this early." He'll try to shove his face into Kinn's chest, clutching Kinn tightly to him.
Kinn will smooth his hair out of his eyes before kissing him on the forehead. "Baby we have to get up." Porsche will pout, wheedle and whine until he'll relent after a few more kisses from Kinn. This is the one thing Porsche always loses at but it never stops him from trying again.
There are nights where Kinn likes to strategise with Porsche, his chin hooked over his shoulder, leg shoved between Porshe's and his big hand resting over Porsche's stomach. Porsche has no qualms in stating he thoroughly enjoys being the little spoon to Kinn. He feels the happiest with Kinn wrapped around him. He knows he's safe and anything he wants, Kinn will give it to him. If he can't, he'll find a way. They talk like this, Porsche gripping Kinn's hand on his stomach, listening to him rambling away about deals, finances and so on until Kinn's voice gets sleepy and they've both fallen asleep.
Like always Porsche wakes up in the middle of the night, having turned in his sleep, face smushed against Kinn's throat, hand gripping the back of his top. Sometimes Kinn frowns in his sleep so Porsche will rub the crease in Kinn's brow until it smooths out.
Porsche can't imagine a life without this. There's a unique intimacy when it comes to sharing a bed. Porsche feels like he's part of something. His own little family right here in this bed. It's comforting to be able to have these little routines with Kinn. He doesn't want to go a day without it. Kinn belongs to Porsche now. Nobody can take him away.