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It began with the staring. It always seemed to start with the staring for Khun Vegas. Ken’s skin was absolutely crawling as the man’s eyes gazed at him, giving him a glance up-and-down. He tried not to show that he was feeling antsy, and perhaps Vegas was aware of the effect he was having because he stepped closer to him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. Ken inhaled deeply. “Ken, no need to be so… tense around me,” he whispered with a fake softness. “I won’t hurt you,” he added on in English.
Ken averted his eyes but didn’t humor the man with any response. Vegas didn’t seem to care too much, chuckling as he walked away with light steps.
Is this how Big felt around Kinn and Porsche? Jesus-fucking-Christ.
And it was as if that wasn’t enough for Ken’s poor soul, because the next time it happened, Big witnessed it, and Ken? Well, Ken was absolutely mortified, because Vegas didn’t even try to hide what his intentions were.
And so he was greeted by the surprised stares from the others in the Main Family as Vegas wrapped an arm around his waist, breath tickling his skin, whispering something to Ken that he didn’t exactly understand because he was too busy trying to not give Vegas any reaction; trying to not completely melt into a pool of water.
He completely ignored the shouts from Tankhun and the amused glances he got from Kinn as it all went down. He was too busy praying for his sanity.
“Well shit! They’re doing that with you, too?” Big gaped. "I sweat the Theerapanyakuns are a different breed — you didn't fucking hear me say that, by the way."
Ken nodded, his groans muffled by his hands covering his face. “I just want to do my job in peace, Big. Why can’t Khun Vegas understand that?”
Big sighed, patting his friend on the back in sympathy. “Well, at least you have Pete if you were to get in anything serious with Vegas. Pete is much more level-headed than most,” he consoled. “Meanwhile I have Kinn and Porsche to deal with—” he frowned, “—they are both just… horndogs. Absolutely cannot keep it in their pants. You know the other day I had to ask one of the aunties for concealer because Kinn decided to give me hickies high up on my neck,” he deadpanned.
“Oh my fucking god. You call him by Kinn now?”
“Ken. He told me that, or daddy, so I think you know why I chose ‘Kinn,’ and not the other.”
“...Kinn has a daddy kink?”
“Love it that, that’s what you decide to focus on.”
Ken huffed. “Well, it’s not like I have anything else interesting to talk about.”
Big stared at him with a blank expression. “Yeah, sure, so we’re going to ignore the fact you have the hots for Vegas and Pete, and they seem to reciprocate that, alright, nice.”
“Shut up, Big!” Ken hissed in embarrassment, throwing a pillow at his friend. Big just chuckled at him and rolled his eyes.