What Kinn clocks immediately about Porsche is that he's unashamed. There's no pretence about him, from the fact that he's disdainful of people using power for selfish reasons, to how much he enjoys sex, and especially to how he isn't afraid (or at all unable or unwilling) to stand up for himself. What Kinn takes longer to process is why that's hot.
It's definitely not his typical. He usually goes for a bedmate that he privately refers to as "desperate slut but polite." He likes when delicate, manicured men beg him for his cock, swallow him down wetly and take his manhandling with trembling eagerness. After Tawan, he especially doesn't like it when there's even a hint of an individual person on the other end. Easier to get off if he's not talking, or even thinking too much.
Porsche makes him confused. Porsche makes him frustrated. Porsche challenges him on every fucking thing regardless of whether or not it makes sense. Porsche is a submissive.
In this world, submissiveness is something you have to earn your way out of, something to escape. Earning dominance in society is how to get ahead and how to stay safe. But Porsche wears his submission like it's something you'd have to earn from him instead, something you'd be grateful and lucky to be granted. It's the most Kinn has been intrigued by anyone in years. It’s infuriating. It's sexy as fuck.
Porsche had wiped his mouth as he turned to haggle for his fists, zipping up his fly unhurriedly. Porsche had grinned while he punched the lights out of the guy with the pipe. Porsche had held eye contact, unflinchingly, mockingly, had held Kinn still to take his rightful payment directly from Kinn's person.
When Kinn was finally collected by his bodyguards, he had gotten into his car, closed the privacy screen, and held his breath for silence as he furiously jerked into his fist. With the adrenaline it had taken two minutes, tops, and he had felt heavy and alert and throbbing in the aftermath. He had never wanted to fuck someone's smirking face so badly. He had noticed eventually that he was idly clenching his dripping hand, staring down fixedly at it past his naked wrist.
He had wiped his hand with a handkerchief, and called his father to talk personnel. How interesting that he suddenly needed more security.
I have decided to do a combination of kinktober, inktober, and whumptober where the goal is basically just make something once a day. Welcome to #winktober and please, I'm sure there are too many verb tenses in here but I lived 45 minutes of intense word choice decision making for every 3 minutes it took to write a paragraph and I am very high so just read through it for now.
This was inspired by the hottest video on youtube: Animal by @ amateuredit17. I have watched this an unhealthy amount of times and strongly encourage others to do the same. Speaking of excellent, I am unreasonably pleased about my most excellent stylistic zeugma in the fifth and paragraphs.
