The Kingpin's Possession

66: I Love You Just as Well

Kit:Kit may have kissed P’Kim over a hundred times by now, and yet, each time felt like the first.

P’Kim was by no means gentle tonight; he moved his mouth against Kit’s in a nearly obsessive manner, rough and greedy. “You owe me a lot tonight,” P’Kim breathed out when he broke off the kiss. “I almost died from worry.”

“Let me make it up to you, then.” Kit whispered seductively as he slowly took off his shirt, and P’Kim’s hands immediately went to pinch his tiny nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure up his spine.

And then his lips were back on P’Kim’s awaiting lips, his hands on his nape, tangling in the hair at the back of his head.

With P’Kim’s tongue inside his mouth, he grinded his hips against the older man’s groin. The fact that he was on P’Kim’s lap turned him on even more, and his cock grew uncomfortably hard in his pants, begging to be let out. Being on top of P’Kim in this manner gave him a certain sense of control, even though he knew that inevitable, P’Kim would win in bed, and he would give in willingly.

Be it as it may; this was his way of making it up to P’Kim for being a spoilt brat, and he wanted it to feel good.

He couldn’t stop the loud moans from escaping his lips when P’Kim began licking his way down his neck and found his way to his hardened nipples. He loved to have P’Kim on his sensitive flesh, loved the way he could make Kit’s body react to his touch. The man knew which buttons to push, which sensitive parts to suck, and which places to lick to make Kit lose his mind.

To return the favor, Kit cupped P’Kim’s bulge from over his pants, stroking it with satisfaction as he felt it grow hard.

“Dammit! Take that off,” P’Kim growled, tugging at the belt loop of Kit’s pants. Then he bent over and reached under the seat to push it backward, giving Kit room to peel off his pants and underwear in one go, before he came back to straddle P’Kim’s lap once again.

He also clicked the glove box open to grab a bottle of lube and some condoms. He knew that P’Kim always had them stocked up in his car, just for moments like this.

Was Kit a freak if this made him even harder? The fact that he was nestled on P’Kim’s lap, completely naked, while the other was still fully-dressed…

It made him feel vulnerable and empowered at the same time, especially when he saw the way P’Kim was admiring his body. It made his cock jerk in anticipation, and P’Kim hadn't even touched him there yet.

He pressed his mouth onto P’Kim’s for a few short seconds and guided the latter’s hands to his channel, which he raised slightly to help P’Kim. “Loosen me,” he begged, breath fanning over P’Kim’s face. “Please.”

“You’re so desperate.” P’Kim decided to tease Kit instead, rubbing circles around the rim of Kit’s channel instead of plunging his fingers straight inside. The cool lubricant that he had spread on his fingers beforehand making a chill run down Kit’s spine.

“And you’re a tease,” Kit groaned, moving his hips around but to no avail. “Didn’t I already say please?”

“So demanding.” But for all his teasing, he wasn’t that selfish to deny Kit his long-awaited pleasure.

In no time, P’Kim’s lube-slicked fingers were inside him, pumping in a slow yet steady rhythm as they kept kissing until their lips were swollen. P’Kim was an expert with his tongue as he was with his fingers. And as he thrust in and out of Kit’s channel with expert fingers, Kit couldn’t help those lewd sounds from escaping his lips.

“You’re so tight,” P’Kim groaned into his mouth as Kit’s hands found his hair again. He felt P’Kim insert another finger inside as he gasped from the sensation of being stretched to his limits.

“How many did you put in?” Kit gasped as he rocked his hips to the rhythm of P’Kim’s pumping.

“Four. Can you feel it?” To emphasize the point, P’Kim flexed his fingers inside him, making him gasp out once again.

As soon as P’Kim was satisfied, he withdrew his fingers, and raised his own hips slightly to let Kit know that he was ready for his dick to be inside him. Kit quickly fussed over the zipper of his pants to tug his dick free. He nicked a packet and rolled the condom over it, slathering lube around the rubber.

Kit noticed that he was gripping the sides of his seat, prepared to thrust into Kit’s awaiting channel, so he stopped him. “No,” he said, easing P’Kim’s hands off the seat. “Let me do it.”

P’Kim looked surprised as he raised his eyebrows at Kit.

“I said I’d make it up to you, didn’t I?” Kit smirked. Then, without breaking eye contact, he angled his ass up and slowly sat down so P’Kim’s dick, letting it slide inside of him with ease. He moaned at the sensation. P’Kim had loosened him just enough so it didn’t hurt, and fuckHe built up a rhythm as he thrust up and down; his thighs burned at the effort, and as he picked up the pace, his knees almost gave out, but he persisted. The sound of P’Kim’s grunts filling the car made it all worth it.

“Ahh, shit…”

As he went faster and faster, his hands reached out for support, grabbing onto the back of the seat on which P’Kim sat. He placed his knees up on either side of P’Kim, so it was easier for him to maintain his motion. And then, he really began to move, all the while P’Kim sat back and looked at him with adoring eyes, a small smile playing on his lips.

“You’re doing amazing, teerakKit wanted P’Kim to come first, to give him the pleasure he wanted before he came. But unfortunately, he wasn’t able to hold himself back any longer. With a sudden yelp of pleasure, he came all over P’Kim’s black shirt, his cum leaving white stains all over him.

“Oh, fuck!” Kit’s legs finally caved, and he could no longer hold himself upright. He slid down, and plopped down onto P’Kim’s lap, and the motion made P’Kim come inside him with a low grunt. His hands going to Kit’s hips to hold him in place as he rode out his orgasm.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to!” Kit panted as he looked at the stains on P’Kim’s shirt. This was the second black shirt of his that he had ruined.

But P’Kim swiped the cum off his shirt with his thumb and brought it to his mouth, licking it clean. “Don’t be sorry; you taste like heaven.” He wiped some more off his shirt and thrust his fingers into Kit’s mouth. “Don’t you agree?”

Kit couldn’t help—his mouth moved on its own accord, and he found himself sucking P’Kim’s fingers, swallowing his own cum. “I was doing my best to hold it in,” he said. “I wanted you to come first.”

“You can still make that happen.” P’Kim leaned forward to kiss Kit, and he groaned when the movement made Kit’s ass clench around his cock; he was still inside Kit, after all.

Kit broke the kiss and used a hand to push P’Kim’s chest back until he was leaning against his seat. “Then let me do it.” He sat up so P’Kim’s dick sprang free, then he took the condom off, before he shifted back, taking P’Kim’s dick in his hands as he began to pump him.

“Ah…” P’Kim hissed sharply. “If only you could see yourself now. You look so fucking hot, naked and pumping me.”

Kit responded by licking his fingers and then going back to pump P’Kim’s dick once again, his movements getting faster and harder with each stroke.

P’Kim’s head jerked backward, his teeth gritting together as he closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat, taking whatever Kit offered him. He then grabbed onto Kit’s hips and pulled him closer once again, making Kit halt what he was doing.

“Huh…? What’s wrong? Did you not like it?” Kit asked, dazed.

P’Kim shook his head. “No, it’s not that. I just… I want to come inside you.”

“Oh!” Kit blushed, even though P’Kim had just been inside him. “I would like that too.”

He got another condom packet, tore it open and rolled it over P’Kim’s dick. This one already had lube all over it, so he wasted no time to resume his previous position of straddling P’Kim so he could place himself over his dick and slowly, slid back down onto his length.

P’Kim grabbed his hips, thrusting his hips to meet Kit thrust by thrust, making the car jerk as they moved in unison, their combined groans filling the car like a sweet, erotic melody.

“Keep going, Kit,” he groaned. “Ah, I’m so close…”

It drove Kit insane how his voice sounded so good when he was calling Kit’s name, especially during sex. And his cock felt so big, so fit,“P’Kim!” Kit moaned. “Oh…”

P’Kim’s hips shot forward, and as he moved along with Kit, he inched closer and closer to pleasure until… releaseP’Kim pulled Kit for a rough, hot kiss, and when they pulled away, resting forehead on forehead as they panted hard, Kit whispered in a hoarse voice, “I could go for another round.”

P’Kim laughed. “Just one?”

“Maybe two?” But then he yawned, and he looked so adorable that P’Kim couldn’t resist the urge to kiss him on the nose.

“You tired?” the mafia don teased. “I didn’t train you to be so weak.”

“Train me?” Kit scoffed, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend and nuzzling his cheek into the crook of his shoulder. “What am I, a dog?” But already, his eyelids were getting heavy.

“Oh, no you don’t.” P’Kim nudged him awake. “I know where this is going. Let’s get you cleaned up first before you start to sleep like a log.”

“Are you challenging me?” Kit joked, but he knew he was far too tired to keep going, even though he could have sex with P’Kim multiple times if his body allowed him.

“I thought you wanted to please me? You can’t please me if you’re asleep.” Swiftly, P’Kim lifted him and switched their positions so he was now on top. With a pull at the handle, he pushed the seat downward so they were at a recline. His hands were warm against Kit’s inner thighs when he spread them open.

P’Kim sucked at Kit’s neck, leaving marks he knew would darken later. His free hand grabbed Kit’s dick as he trailed down to his chest, teeth grazing Kit’s nipples.

As he busied his mouth, his hand also had a life of its own, stroking up and down Kit’s shaft, thumb occasionally caressing the tip.

“Ahh.. P’Kim…” Kit whimpered, feeling over-stimulated. He was still pretty sensitive from last round’s endeavors, and with each kiss, each touch, he felt himself getting hard once again. “Oh… yes, that’s it.”

“So loud.” P’Kim shut him up by kissing him, hand still on his dick, and as Kit’s precum slowly started to leak once more, he asked, “How do you feel about doing it raw?”

“Huh…?” Kit asked, disoriented with pleasure. “Raw…? Do what you wish, PhiP’Kim smirked. “Careful; you might regret that.”

But Kit only offered him a weak smile, knowing that even though he was tired, it was going to be a long night ahead of him. Because this was P’Kim’s way of punishing him for being a naughty boy. “I won’t ever regret being with you, P’Kim...”

P’Kim smiled. “That’s a good boy.” And then he proceeded to make love to him all over again.