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Alex hummed as she felt arms wrap themselves around her waist, soft feathers pressing against her bare shoulders, lips leaving open-mouthed kisses up her neck.

“The minor family compound still up in chaos?”

She could not help but sigh, tilting her head to give Khun more access to her neck while she traced her fingers over his rings, looking at sparse stars scattering the Bangkok sky, glinting off the koi pond.

“When is it ever not? I had to drag Porsche back here myself, your father keeps throwing him new assignments and tasks before he can even complete the previous ones. It has only been a week since the coup and repairs have even barely been completed here, let alone restructuring of the pathetic excuse of a system, he is working Porsche to the bone.”

Her tone was bitter and angry, thinking about the longing in her twin’s eyes when he gazed at his phone, the messages from Kinn telling him to come home or just asking him about his day… refusing to answer so as not to give Korn the opportunity of using their love as a reason for why their duties were not performed to the best it can be.

The arms under her waist moved to her hips, slipping under the hem of the sweater to rub circles over hipbones. Alex hissed as she felt teeth sinking into the juncture of her neck, the sharp pain sending shivers down her spine in the best way possible. The dull throb sent her eyes rolling to the back of her head as Khun’s tongue laved over the bite. A smirk curled her lips as she reached around to cup Khun over his leather pants causing fingers to flex around her hips, a small moan leaving her lover’s lips.

“It is not just Porsche, you and your investigations have pulled you in all directions like quartering horses. You want to find answers, and you will, but nothing will get solved if you work yourself crazy by connecting all the dots on your board like my brother.”

Alex turned her head, lightly scraping her teeth over her lover’s Adam’s Apple, licking a stripe down as he groaned, fingers tightening over her hips.

“Are you offering to relax me?’’

Khun hummed and leaned down for a kiss before something caught her eye causing her to turn back to the window, ignoring his whine at her lack of attention.

There was movement at the bushes near the koi-pond, the little branches moving too much for it to be just a small animal that snuck. Her eyes widened as she caught sight of something pale, standing out amongst the darkness, illuminated only by the few lamps that lit up the pathways…

She knew that pale skin anywhere!

Her lips curled into an even bigger grin when she saw something being tossed out of the bush, landing at the very edge of the pond… it seems her brother really took to her advice about relaxing as a couple extremely seriously.

“Khun, my love, I suggest you look outside the window.”

Her lover huffed, tilting her head to face his, lips pouted in annoyance.

“I never thought of you as shy, Xannie, if anyone sees it is their fault—what is that—Oh my god, our babies! Their innocent eyes are being tainted by those rabbits! Arm! Pol!”

The two guards rushed in, eyes firmly shut in case their shameless charge decided to continue with what he had planned even in their presence.

“Kinn and Porsche are fucking next to the pond! Go and pull them apart! Use a spatula if you have to!”

Their eyes sprung open at the statement, Alex looked sympathetically as both guards turned red at the information received about their other boss and friend. Pol’s mouth opened and closed like a fish, while Arm fiddled with his glasses.

Khun removed his hands from her hips, flailing them in the air as he took in his guards still standing before him and not heeding his orders.

“Why do we even pay you? If you want something done, you have to do it—there is underwear in my pond! Porsche is going to kill more of my fish again! Without dignity again as well!”

She bit her lips to contain her laughter as her boyfriend ran out of his room, robe flapping in the wind as his guards chased after him, calling after him for him to calm down.

Curiosity gaining the better of her, she cracked open the window just in time to see Khun charging into the garden, armed with the hose, shaking Arm and Pol off as he aimed it right at the bush, screaming an avenging war cry as he turned it on the couple.

Indignant screams, and very Porsche-like squawks broke the calm of night followed by wailing as Khun screamed for Pol to fish her brother’s underwear from the pond.

Alex was too engrossed with the scene that she failed to hear her youngest brother enter the room and come to her side.

“Je, I heard screaming, is everything—why is hia half-naked in the garden?”

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Porsche nails dug into whatever stupidly expensive wood that made the table which sat in the centre of one of the private meeting rooms in the Theerapanyakul main family compound, mercifully untouched by the coup.

Such rooms held secret meetings that were not privy to outsiders’ eyes, deals that have garnered this family billions of baht were signed in this very room.

Today, however, the table was disgraced with Porsche splayed across it, his equally ridiculously expensive olive suit jacket halfway down his back, white dress shirt unbuttoned and hanging open. His pants and underwear were wrenched down to his ankles as the heir to the main family knelt between his spread legs.

They had sincerely entered this room with the intention to discuss contingency plans to deal with all the loose-ends that Vegas and Kan had left them. Investors who had been burned by the lapsing casino deals had come a-knocking at Porsche’s newly installed minor family compound door. He could only thank whoever was above that the investors and partners for the lapsed gold and drug deals seemed appease and left them alone while he struggled to get everything settled alongside the threat of an in-house coup seemingly on the verge of exploding at his new homebase.

His twin was a wonderful deterrent for now, her mere presence forcing them into submission, but it was only temporary… he had to establish his own power, or it would be blood in the water the moment she had to go back to settle issues in her own family.

Kinn had demanded that Porsche sit next to him, refusing to adhere to the usual tradition of mafia heads/heirs sitting on opposite ends of the table when discussing matters. He had also refused to allow their guards to enter the room, stating the ridiculousness that they would even think of hurting each other.

The two of them did have a fruitful discussion… for about twenty minutes before Porsche was unfairly pushed against the table and kept there despite his best (he promised he really tried) efforts to push his boyfriend off.

Porsche moaned into the wood as Kinn licked around the skin of his hole, dipping his tongue ever so slightly in, sending shockwaves down Porsche’s spine. Sharp pain send waves of heat down to his cock as his lover squeezed the flesh of his arse, digging his sharp nails in with the intention of leaving marks that will remind Porsche of him every time he sat down, in a place where only he could see.

His hips bucked into nothing as he whimpered, Kinn’s grip tightening to keep him still as he licked into Porsche, hands ghosting just across the skin of Porsche’s crotch, just missing where he needed to be touched the most.

The vibration from Kinn moaning around his hole caused him to whimper, rutting pathetically, the head of his cock barely brushing against the underside of the wooden table.

“Kinn… please!”

Tears sprung in his eyes as he begged, Kinn chuckling like the evil bastard he is before nipping the skin around Porsche’s hole, forcing a yelp out of Porsche’s mouth.

“Do you deserve me? I still have not punished you for running off with Vegas—”

Porsche cried out at the sting of Kinn’s palm against his arse, nails digging in right after with his other hand slotting between Porsche’s shoulder, forcing him harder against the hard surface.

“Again.”

Kinn’s hand came down again, and again still Porsche was a blubbering mess, drool pooling from the side of his mouth as his pre-cum dripped from the head of his cock and onto the floor.

His hot breath fanned against Porsche’s ear; hands soothed over the reddened skin as he licked the shell of his ear.

“I told you, swore in front of your parents, that there is nowhere that I will not follow you… if I have to brand it into your skin for you to remember I will.”

Porsche wanted to sob, cry out apologies for Kinn to understand that it killed him slowly the entire day having to lie to him, that he wanted to cut his heart out and present it to Kinn. A scream punched its way out of his throat as Kinn sank his teeth deep into the flash at the juncture of his throat, the sharp points tearing the skin.

His hands were free, and he could have thrown Kinn off easily, but some deep sick part of him wanted Kinn to leave his mark on him, one that would not fade within a week. Something that he could press and feel the dull pain throb, reminding him of who was the only he would bend his knee to… his life was Kinn’s to hold… and he did not want it back.

“Your life has been mine the moment you walked into this place, and mine has been yours… do not think I will be letting you go anytime soon.”

Porsche moaned wantonly at the sight of Kinn’s teeth stained with his blood, his cock painfully hard at the thought of some of it already having been swallowed by Kinn, marking his insides as Porsche’s.

“Yours, I am yours!”

They would have to have a more in-depth talk about this, but for now, Porsche needed something else in-depth in him.

Kinn nuzzled against the mark, dragging his tongue over it as if trying to use it to commit the shape and indents to memory, Porsche would tattoo it on himself if he could.

“My good boy, perfect weapon… only for me. You yield to no one else, am I right?”

Porsche nodded his head like a bobblehead, he was a proud man, always refusing to bare his neck for anyone, thriving in the underground ring as an undefeated champion, but for Kinn… he would offer himself up just to see the man smile.

“Mine to ruin, and mine to protect.”

Porsche rolled his eyes back, thoughts turning floaty as his brain fogged up with a pleasurable haze, the stress of all the aftermath releasing from his mind as Kinn invaded every nook and crevice of his.

That giddy pleasure quickly dissipated and plunged him back to reality when he felt something cold being dripped around his hole.

“You brought lube?”

Kinn chuckled, flashing the smile that Porsche adored with every inch of his being, before dangling the packet before his eyes, slick fingers brushing over Porsche’s hole causing him to twitch.

“We both have been so busy to do anything else, this was the only time I could truly get you alone… unless you do not mind giving our people a performance, and show them just how needy you are for my cock—”

“Bastard—”

His retort was overtaken by a moan as Kinn pushed a finger in, curling it in just the right angle to utterly miss his prostate, a whine soon followed as he glared at his lover who stared back innocently.

Porsche knew that Kinn could find his prostate in his sleep, the man loved subjecting it to the most pleasurable torture that Porsche had ever known, abusing it for hours as Porsche laid out like a weeping pitiful mess, cock rutting against the soaked sheets as Kinn forced to come again and again.

“If it bothers you, I could sto—”

“Don’t you dare!”

Kinn’s hand soothed against his arse as Porsche pushed back against him, trying to force Kinn’s fingers to angle themselves to where he desperately needed them, his cock so hard it physically hurt.

“So hungry for my cock, maybe I should just make you wear a buttplug, and keep you nice and open for me to use whenever I want.”

Porsche keened as Kinn pushed in a second finger, stretching him open, crooking his fingers to hit Porsche right on the prostate, sending electrical fires sparking all throughout his body. Porsche had always enjoyed sex, hell he loved it, but there was something about Kinn that made him crave it like it was his life source.

He whimpered witb pleasure as he heard the familiar sounds of a belt being unbuckled, something that he would have never thought would be a sound he found so sexy. His body stiffened with anticipation as he felt Kinn’s cock rub between his cheeks, catching ever so often on his hole that he pushed back in hopes it would slip it.

Kinn’s cock was a whole other thing, Porsche adored it, desired it, craved it like a madman. He loved the thickness of it, that no matter how much Kinn prepped him, there would almost be a stretched as it pushed Porsche to his limits to accommodate it, as though it was moulding his insides so that no other cock would ever feel so good inside him, ruining him for anyone else.

“So pretty and perfect for me.”

Kinn’s tongue drag a path up his spine as Kinn pushed himself into Porsche, the burn from the stress causing his cock to weep even more.

It had been the longest the two of them had gone without sex since they entered into a relationship, and oh how he missed it. He knew Kinn felt the same as his lover traced his hands all over the contours of his body, refamiliarizing himself with his body.

“So, this is what the main family does when the minor family is summoned to the compound…”

An unfortunately familiar female voice tore him from his cock-drunk thoughts as he pushed Kinn off him, diving under the table as he struggled to pull his pants back up.

“Hoi! Are you telling me we missed the premiere of season three of Penthouse for this?”

“Khun!”

He glared at his lover’s legs, knowing that all Kinn had to do was tuck himself back into his pants while Porsche had to fix his entire outfit, staring mortified as he watched his twin’s heels and Khun’s boots as they made their way to the other end of the table.

“Kinn, I have seen run naked around this very place while the aunties try to catch you when you were six.”

Kinn took a dignity-reclaiming breath before sighing with as much disdain as he could muster.

“Your guards informed me that you both were in a meeting, and I thought it would be perfect time to discuss some business as well… I can see that meeting is now the new ‘punishment’.”

He batted at the hand that reached down to pet his hair reassuringly, like it was not attached to the mastermind that brought them into this situation in the first place.

With a deep breath he rose back to his feet, schooling all his bodyguard learned nonchalance as he looked into the amused face of his twin, a smirk playing on her lips as she leaned her head against her hand.

He felt like Kinn and him were schoolboys called to the principal’s office as they faced their older siblings. Khun laughed out loud at the sheer redness that must be cover Porsche’s cheeks… the ones on his face as he kicked his feet up onto the table before using a finger to hook onto his glasses to peer over them at the two.

“Sweet younger brothers, you can be as adventurous as you want… just try not to get caught or at least lock the door… unless you are into that, of course.”

He threw what Porsche could only describe as the most salacious look at his twin, who simply winked at the eldest Theerapanyakul sibling.

He did not know that Kinn could pale even more.