Hours Seem Short

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: M/M
Fandom: |
KinnPorsche: The Series (TV),
| KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) RPF
Relationship: Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun
Character: Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham, Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun,
Macau Theerapanyakun??
Additional Tags: Sexual Content, Pete trying to be dominant, Vegas's conflicting
thoughts, ass grabbing, Spanking, Dry Humping, Finger Sucking,
Morning Sex, Very light sadism, Very light masochism, Body worship??,
Slight humiliation kink, Dirty Jokes, Dirty Talk, Nipple Licking, handjobs,
Vegas is big, Laughing During Intimacy, as they should - Freeform, No
Beta, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Series: Part 4 of Growth
Stats: Published: 2022-06-29 Chapters: 1/2 Words: 1882

Hours Seem Short

by Serein_Artemis_Han

Summary

Pete is trying to get comfortable with the idea of expressing himself during sex...and
leading it...
Vegas likes that...but to what extent?
I don't even know if that fits as the summary...but anyways..
Inspired by the quote: "Pleasure and action make the hours seem short." by William
Shakespeare *winks very conspicuously*
Mr. Shakespeare was definitely on to something...

Notes

See the end of the work for notes

Vegas was absolutely dumbfounded at Pete’s assertiveness. He had always been the one to
lead....even though he always let Pete make the first move just to make sure he wasn't
uncomfortable.....but despite that...he was the one who was used to setting the mood first....not to
say that he didn’t like it. He loved it.

But this kind of Pete is a different kind of sexy. Asking for what he wants without hesitation....it
almost makes Vegas want to please him....and let him take control....
It is driving him to the edge.

Pete held him roughly by the chin and brought his own face closer, their mouths almost
connecting.

He is surprised by the fact that he is actually holding his breath in anticipation of the next
move....Usually he is the one getting that reaction out of this man. Hmm...interesting

He'll have to see where this goes, he thinks....and the very next second, is caught completely off
guard as Pete gives a hard lick to his upper lip with the tip of his tongue....dragging it with pressure
and then relaxing it immediately.

The sensation of it went flowing down to his dick....while clouding his brain for a second as he
tries to comprehend the information that this is the actually the person he calls his sunshine, sitting
on his lap.

Pete tightened his grip around the man's jaw, bringing him closer, oozing out dominance as he
tugged at the bottom lip with his teeth.

Oh hell no.

Vegas won't be letting this brat do any of this anymore. ....and this thought forms in his head after
he has already started eating the fuck out of the other's mouth.

Pete’s face is on fire, with the knowledge of what he did, what they were doing and where this was
going; finally kicking into both his head and the other head. He felt like he would get sucked into
Vegas if they kept kissing like this. There was way too much going on.....yet they weren't even
doing anything out of the ordinary.

He flicked his tongue on the roof of Vegas's mouth, which would have probably tickled,
considering his body jerked up a little, making Pete laugh into the kiss. The other bit his lower lip
in return causing him to whimper in pain.....but feeling absolutely electrified from the sting. Vegas
tasted blood and lapped at the wound as if in an apology.....that Pete accepted eagerly by swirling
their tongues together. Why was he trying to get out of this situation earlier?....he doesn't
know...but this....this is amazing...

Both of their bodies are way too close to each other to not feel each other’s hard ons......and the
sloshing sounds of exchanging spit are not making the situation down there any better......maybe it
is better...but in a different sense.

Pete grips the well-built arms that are secured around his waist. He needs those hands on his ass....
so he will get them there.

And once he did....Vegas was kneading it like his life depended on it.....with thoughts of what he
wanted to do to those ample cheeks running through his head at light speed in a blur....

But for now all he does pull Pete’s pyjamas down from the rear, tagging the undies along and
gives the bare skin a hard slap.

Pete moaned into his mouth as he jolted his hips up from the impact, making the man groan at the
relief the slight friction caused but left him feeling frustrated and wanting more. He grabs the ass
again and pulls Pete so impossibly close that his dick is full on touching the other's..... and it
doesn’t even feel like they both are clothed when they actually are.

Vegas bucks his hips up....practically and blatantly humping Pete’s crotch at this point as the
vibrations from both of them moaning down each other's throats drove them into a frenzy...

Pete is breathless.....but he just can’t seem to pull away …..and when he was finally able to...a
string of saliva kept itself connected to both of their tongues as if asking him to pull Vegas back
in....dropping onto his chin a second later.

He fought the impulsive thought in his head for what felt like hours.....eventually accepting defeat
as found himself wiping the trickle with his finger, only to put it in his mouth and suck it off,
looking directly into the eyes of the ethereal man he was perched on.

He had probably sucked all the shame and class out of himself through his finger, he thought, as he
cursed at the Pete in his head at the outright outrageousness he was displaying..... but this moment
was begging for him to stop caring...and so he did.

“God Pete...You’ll be the death of me.” a hoarse yet sultry voice spoke.

Vegas was going wild at Pete’s face right now....seeming slightly out of it yet so seductive,
confident ..so fuckable. He didn’t waste a second in lifting him up and plopping him on the end of
the bed, on his back.

“Get your clothes off” he commanded while getting up to fetch the bottle of lube from the bedside
drawer.

Pete hurriedly slid off his already half removed lower, trying to urgently comply to the order...but
couldn’t get himself to unbutton the nightshirt he was wearing....so irritating.

He felt the bed dip again.

“Easy, love” Vegas crooned without hiding the grin on his face....“you’re so into trying to please
me” he teased as he got him out of the mess.

Pete glowered at him.....but it doesn't seem to reach the other man.

He had lost himself....utterly and thoroughly stunned as he continued to ogle at the person lying
stark naked in front of him. So pretty....

He surveyed him from head to toe....his aroused face....his strong yet soft chest.....the light outlines
of his core muscles with a little squishy belly at the same time.....his waist...oof his tiny waist that
should be worshipped everyday....Pete was the definition of muscles with softness...perfection
personified.

His eyes travelled further down to the cock pleadingly hard against his stomach, asking for his
touch....to his legs that, bent at the knees with the soles of his feet resting on the bed, placed close
together yet not too close to block the amazing view he was enjoying.

Pete felt exposed and vulnerable... looking at a completely clothed Vegas staring at him who was
stripped down to nothing.....he felt...he felt like he was just a toy....solely meant for his pleasure.

His face flushed as he acknowledged the effect the humiliating thought had on his dick....even
though it was already pretty excited.

With the way Vegas was eyeing him, Pete thought that a hole would burn through him right there
and then. He felt very aware of everything....especially his own body. His instant instinct to being
stared at was, however, to cover his chest with his arms....
“Don’t look at me like that. I'm not food."

"No you're not...I don't look at food like that...But yeah, food for my soul?....that you are.."

"Ew" He cringed at the tacky joke.

Vegas chuckled.

"You've seen me without clothes plenty of times.” Pete said in a matter-of-fact voice.

“doesn’t matter” the other replied, “sexiness needs to be appreciated no matter how many times it
is seen.”

He reddened again, despite trying his best not to act like a teenager having a crush.

Gosh. He is so beautiful and it makes Vegas want to ruin him so bad. His cock is aching to just
enter him right now....to the point where he feels like just thinking about it will get him off. It feels
almost painful to keep himself trapped in his clothes now....so he basically apparated out of them,
desperately wanting to fully experience every inch of his skin touching every inch of Pete.

And Pete.....was currently competing with him in an unannounced match.....of who would stare at
the undressed person in front of them in a hornier way as he studied Vegas's body.....His lean yet
sturdy physique, from his clavicles to his glorious pecs with a beautiful rift in between them
travelling down dividing his very visible abdominal muscles.....reaching the usual happy trail area
which was neatly shaven off....and then.....

His eyes shot straight to the main event.

Pete could never look at it and not be blown away at it’s monstrosity. His younger self had come to
the conclusion that the dick sizes in pornography could exist corporeally only in the number that
unicorns did.....but this man......more like this human version of sex was out here debunking the
theory he had held true a few years back.

He could only admire it only momentarily before Vegas reached forward, blocking his view,
plunging face first into his neck, biting, licking and sucking at the skin alternatively...

"No need for staring, bae. It's yours...you'll get it soon" the voice whispered, fanning against his
ear

"I know it's mine...That's why I was staring"

Vegas was amused at Pete's undaunted replies.

"What if I say I'm not food either?" he prodded.

"You're not just food....you're a whole ass full course meal" Pete breathed, not sure what part of his
brain was this coming from, but he earned a laugh from his lover....so it was all good.

"I'll serve you the dessert later..." the other said, removing his mouth from his neck to relocate it to
his lips in a chaste kiss.

Another part of Pete's brain found that joke disgusting...but he barely had the chance to pay
attention to it as his neck was getting devoured again. His mouth took over while he hopelessly
tried to prevent himself from being a writhing mess when they were just getting started.

Vegas trailed down to one of his nipples, using his tongue in flicking motions, replicating the same
 movements on the other with his free hand while his other hand was busy stroking up and down
Pete's length. Pete blindly reached down to do the same to him, grappling around through his
closed eyes. He was feeling a lot....in every part if his body....almost coming undone at Vegas’s
mercy...who guided his confused hand to it's destination amidst the madness taking over the both
of them.

Their breaths quickened as they found the perfect rhythm....pumping each other with a weird
greed....letting the walls be witnesses to their disheveled selves groaning and grunting into the
air.....

But Pete stopped abruptly...

Making Vegas halt too, worried that something had gone wrong...

His train of thoughts was derailed by the other’s out of breath yet shy voice mumbling, “First go
close that half open balcony door and check if the room door is locked”

Vegas sighed..... sounding a bit exhausted with him but with a hint of adoration....

This guy....

“do you want Macau to see us like this?” He asked sternly

And that was all his took for Vegas to move his ass and follow what his man said.

End Notes

So this was my first smut...and I feel...weird?

To be continued....
I want to know whether you like Vegas being rather soft towards Pete or full-on-hardcore-
no-mercy!!
Again, constructive criticism is always appreciated<3...I love reading comments :D

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