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Kinn was going to have an aneurysm over the way Porsche spread his lips around the end of a Farmhouse Cookies-and-Cream-Filled Hotdog Bun. The bun itself, indented by the sticky brown fingers that held it, looked deliciously light and fluffy. Kinn thought perhaps the only thing that could match it for pillowy softness was the mouth currently lavishing it with kittenish little licks and nibbles.
Kinn’s mouth had been watering since Porsche had cracked open the conveniently-sized plastic packaging several minutes ago. His dick had taken notice soon after, as he’d watched Porsche consume the other bun inside with far less intentional seduction and far more creamy mess on his beautiful long fingers. Going by the filthy eye contact he offered Kinn now as he tongued into the bun for the sweet filling inside, Porsche knew exactly how obscene he looked and had slowed down simply to revel in the attention.
Worse, Kinn could do nothing about his lover’s less-than-subtle overtures--it was movie night, one of the rare instances when Kinn had the time to attend, and they were curled up on separate corners of Tankhun’s bed. Although Khun and Pol were completely focused on the action onscreen and Pete had dozed off half an hour ago, Arm was far more observant. His glasses had already taken on a knowing gleam, and he looked like he was stifling a laugh every time he glanced in their direction.
“Tastes so smooth and sweet,” Porsche murmured with obvious relish. A fleck of cream smeared onto the corner of his mouth, and Kinn’s iron control slipped just slightly. The groan building in his throat escaped as a strangled little noise, one he hoped could be mistaken for a grumble. Arm bit his lip, cheeks twitching. Tankhun slapped his leg and distractedly hushed him. Porsche’s eyes crinkled with delight.
Brat. Kinn would have him on his knees the moment they got back to his bedroom, would take his fill of Porsche’s gorgeous teasing mouth until he too was thoroughly sated.
For now, he watched Porsche lick his sticky fingers and clenched his own into his older brother’s llama-themed bedsheets.