Welcome to the KPTS Secret Santa! This gift exchange was created to spread the KPTS joy around Christmas :) 2024 Sign Ups are now OPEN! This Gift Exchange is closely affiliated to @wangxiangiftexchange, @malecsecretsanta & @stereksecretsanta and was created by @leetje
Itās time to conclude the third edition of theĀ KPTS Secret SantaĀ :)
Hope youāve all had a lovely holidays and that youāve enjoyed all the amazing gifts that were posted!
If youād like, you can still add your works to theĀ AO3 Collection! Just poke me if you do, and Iāll add the link to the Tumblr gift post as well.Ā Iāve just revealed the archive as well.Ā You can also repost your gift(s) to your own Tumblrs now, of course :)
Sadly I'd also like to announce that this has been the last edition of the KPTS Secret Santa. RL doesn't allow me much time anymore to spend on hosting gift exchanges. Having said that, I'd like to thank everyone that's participated in this little gift exchange! It's been a pleasure organising this for you all <3Ā
Oh and if anyone will be going to BOC's NYE Party this year, see you there? :))))
-x- Leonie (leetje)
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I had so much fun writing this fic! Sorry it's so long, but I have a problem with keeping word counts, or deadlines, for that matter ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø
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Golden Lotus Lake
Golden Lotus Lake belonged to the Kittisawats.
Itās an exaggeration, but not by much. Porscheās small family house has been on this lake since his great-grandfather, Pankrit Kittisawat, inherited the family property and rebuilt the small house that now sat on its shores. Because it was a small lake on the outskirts of an even smaller town that only saw seasonal tourism from locals escaping the bustle of the larger northern cities, Porsche was able to make just enough money as a nature guide and swim instructor to keep him going the whole year and fund his brotherās studies in Bangkok. Heād found his perfect balance - only locals in the know visited the small but picturesque town a few hours outside of Bangkok, and even fewer stumbled on the public boat on the lake for an afternoon of fishing or swimming. He had to contend with the occasional troop of local teenagers who came to fool around along the lakeās edge, leaving wet footprints and empty beer cans that Porsche fastidiously cleaned up by the very next day.Ā He couldnāt help but feel a proprietary possession towards the small lake, even though he only owned half of the shoreline, including the land on which rested his home, and the acreage of farmland where he grew tea and kept animals. No one ever interfered with the other half. It had only ever been the Kittisawatās cottage on Golden Lotus Lake and town folk had always treated the lake as their personal fiefdom.
This is currently a very small part of a sprawling fic, I unfortunately lost all of it and had to start it all over again. I have posted the scene that set it off but will be posting the whole thing as I rewrite it.
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And then there were seven
Now that Kim has to stick to using the shadows and his own power to travel unseen, it was proving to be all the more exhausting.
He wasn't sure if Chay had already ordered a manhunt for him, but he rather be safe than sorry. It wouldn't do anybody good to get caught now, in the middle of undoing his fathers influence in the Kittsawad kingdom. He wouldn't be spared now, regardless whatever came to pass, being a traitor to both sides. Still he had to try and give the princes who had took him in a fighting chance. He pushed through another wave of dizziness to finally reach home.
Maybe it was the exhaustion and sleeplessness, but he was sure he was hallucinating Chay sitting by his fireplace as if the day before had never happened. He definitely had to be hallucinating as it was only yesterday he had left his prince crying on the very doorstep he was standing on.
The way i cheered seeing your likes section omg i was so happy! i straight away had the most perfect idea for it and i really hope you enjoy!
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knowing what we know, knowing what we don't know
Later, he would struggle to explain how the coma felt.
Time had been impossible to grasp, a long stretch ofĀ nothingĀ spanning from the end of everything to the beginning of it all.
There had been no time in that strange place, rather he had simplyĀ floated, aimless and formless.
It was nice, peaceful.
Occasionally there would beĀ something, some presence at the very edge of his awareness, but he could never quite grasp it, never quite make out anything in the familiar mumble teasing at his hearing.
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Happy Holidays! Please enjoy this art of VegasPete having a nice date night and just enjoying each others company while ignoring the chaotic world around them. I hope you love it as much as I loved creating it!
ThisĀ is my KinnPorsche The Series Secret Santa Gift for the amazing, one and only āØyujeongāØ! Happy holidays, please enjoy this lil' thingy! When I saw that I would be your secret santa I got so excited and scared at the same time, because you seem very smart and have very nuanced and top-notch takes about VP, so I really wanted to write something that would fit into your amazing interpretations as best as I could. I'm not sure how well I succeeded but I do hope you enjoy it! š
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Delicate Balance
Porsche had arrived just a little after nine, and Pete had already ordered the food, so there was not much else to do but start downing tequila shots and stuffing their faces full of junk food.
They did this sometimes, hanging out, just the two of them, usually at Pete and Vegas' place. If they wanted to get away from everything, neither the main nor the minor family mansion would've served their purposes well. Porsche technically had a condo in the city, but that was where Chay had escaped to, spending most of his time away from the Theerapanyakuls, so it wasn't truly Porsche's anymore in the sentimental sense.
Kinn is many things. Brash, stubborn, hot headed and quick-tempered. What Kinn isĀ not,Ā however, is oblivious. Especially when it comes to family matters. This is why he knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that Kim is up to something.Ā
It starts out simply enough: Kim comes by the house. Something heās been doing more of lately, now that Pa is well and truly retired. He and Kinn have lunch together, catching up on what theyāve been up to; Kinn is thinking of expanding the business into the realm of fashion, a project that Khun wants to spearhead, and Kim is working on a new album. The lunch ends with Kinn being called away to a meeting, and Kim runs into Porsche on his way out, and Kinn doesnāt think anything of the two stopping to chat. If anything, he loves that his nong is getting along with his partner; it would be awkward if he didnāt, considering Kim is also datingĀ PorscheāsĀ younger brother, which means the two will never be able to avoid each other.Ā Ā
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Don't talk (I have you)
It had started as soon as Pete had come to work for the family. The first time Big pointed out a man he called āKhunā with an unconcealed derision; Peteās heart was gone from his chest. There was the most beautiful man he had ever laid eyes on. Big had called him a scourge on their family and the enemy of their boss, Kinn.Ā
But Pete could see that he was just a little boy really. A little boy with too sharp cheekbones and too hard an attitude. There was something about him that was sharp, but artificially sharp. Like he had to sharpen himself every time he left the house to keep up with the world he was born into.Ā
Pete loved him. Pete wanted him. Pete was obsessed with him. And nothing Big or anyone else would ever be able to say would deter him from those thoughts. Vegas was his, he just didnāt know if yet.
Peteās eyes watched him. He looked exquisite today. Well, in Peteās opinion he looked exquisite every day, but today he had on a red shirt.Ā
Pete loved to see him in a red shirt. The color of blood. The color of the most vibrant flowers. He was so pretty in red that Pete often thought he could die on a red shirt day and be a happy man.Ā
His actions, on the other hand, were starting to make Pete upset. Flirting was one thing. Touching was one thing. But to kiss Kinnās current hooker made Peteās blood boil in his veins. Those kisses belonged to him and no one else.Ā
Still, Pete could handle it. He could deal with it. He knew that these were all just games that Vegas used to further his goals and hurt Kinn. They were just a game to him. Pete could accept that. He could handle this.Ā
Pete breathed deeply and followed him closely. It was technically his day off, but itād been more than a week since he had seen Vegas. It was starting to make him feel like the demon kept deep inside him was clawing to get out. That combined with the behavior Vegas had done with Porsche had just pushed him too far.
The maximum amount of time that Pete could go without laying eyes on him was three days. If he hadnāt come to the main family home, or Pete wasnāt sent to deal with him, he would go into withdrawal. There was a demon trapped in him that demanded he lay eyes on his beautiful Vegas regularly or it would take control. Normally it could be appeased with catching glimpses of him, or checking the security cameras in their building. He would comfort himself with those pictures stolen of him until he could have the real thing again.
However, Vegas was on the outs with both the main family, his father and several of the other families. This had happened before and he had always been forced to lay low for a while. Heād disappear for a few weeks to one of the minor familyās properties then return as though heād never gone. Or that was the case normally.Ā
But since he had watched Vegas pull those teeth from that manās head, his demon had been screeching to be let out and Pete had found that he couldnāt wait any longer. It was time that Vegas understood who he belonged to. That combined with that intense flirting, touching and kissing Porsche was simply too much.Ā
So, he followed Vegas, not bothering to conceal the fact that he was following him. Vegas was always being followed by someone from the main family and Pete had pulled that duty more than any other guard. There would be nothing out of the ordinary and nothing would raise his suspicions.Ā
He wouldnāt even see it coming. Heād be completely helpless and unaware. As he stalked his prey, it was a fight not to imagine what it would be like to finally have all of Vegasā attention on him. Pete needed to be focused though. Normally, his mind was filled with fantasies of what Vegas would look like in Peteās arms. However, heād waited a long time for the right circumstances, and he wasnāt going to lose it, just because his mind was tied up.Ā
Vegas turned and smiled at Pete whoād been following him in the car for the last hour, delighted that his favorite hunting dog had come to follow him around again. Pete reveled in the fact that Vegas loved to just mess with him. It made him so happy when Vegas turned that sadism on him. Still, they were on a timeline.Ā
Vegas headed into a dark alley and Pete smiled to himself. He didnāt even realize that his trap for Pete was going to be one for him.Ā
Pete parked where no one or no cameras would see him take Vegas and headed in after him. Vegas was leaning against a wall and smiling. He was in a black shirt today and although it wasnāt as nice as the red one, he still looked amazing.
āHello Khun Vegas.ā
āHello Pete. Nice night for a walk huh?ā
Pete bobbed his head. āYes, it is. Is that why youāre out?ā
Vegas shrugged. āOh, you know. This and that.ā
The timing needed to be perfect so Pete wasnāt going to rush this. Not that he minded getting to have a chat with his favorite boy.Ā
āI do know Khun. Is there anything I can help with?ā
Vegas laughed and turned to go, Pete knew that this was the best chance he was going to get and it needed to be right.Ā
He stepped up behind Vegas and caught his wrist. Vegas did a half turn to ask what he was doing and Peteās other hand shot out and grabbed the other one. A quick yank backward and Pete was putting the handcuffs on him.Ā
āHey!ā Vegas struggled against the cuffs but Pete didnāt let him have any slack. He was broader than Vegas, stronger than him too. He knew he could do this.Ā
Vegas attempted to fight and yell out but Pete simultaneously kicked him in the back of the knees and dug out the scarf he was going to use to gag him. It was red, his favorite color on Vegas.Ā
Vegas was fighting to get back to his feet with his wrists bound and his knees aching. Pete slipped the scarf over his head and slid it over his mouth, gagging him.Ā
āMmph,ā Vegas got out.Ā
āDonāt worry,ā Pete said. He hauled Vegas back to his feet and tugged on the gag to make sure it was in place. He kissed his neck affectionately. āIāll keep you safe Khun Vegas. No one will know where you are or what youāre doing. No main family to bother us or other families to get in our way.ā
Pete moved him quickly toward the car but Vegas fought him the entire way. Still, Pete was bigger, broader and heād been planning this a long time. They would be brushing up on their not getting kidnapped training soon though. It was convenient for Pete but he didnāt want anyone else to do this to Vegas.
Pete opened up the trunk ignoring the way Vegas thrashed and he gave him a sharp shove. Vegas fell into the trunk with his feet dangling out. Pete scooped them up and shoved them in with him.Ā
Once Vegas was secured into the trunk, Pete pulled out a small syringe with a sedative. Heād agonized over which one and how much to use. There were so many things that could go so wrong with this kind of sedation. Too much and it could hurt or kill him. Too little and Pete would have an endless fight on his hands. Heād finally looked into Vegasā medical records from his most recent injury and looked in on the drugs heād been given and their doses. Pete would never take a chance on accidentally hurting him.Ā
As Pete injected the sedative Vegasā eyes stared up at him accusatorily, burning with indignity and rage. Pete just smiled back.
Pete carried him, limp deadweight in his arms, into the safehouse. It was only his dedicated stalking of Vegas and the fact that Pete edited what he told Kinn, that allowed him to be confident in bringing him there. Everywhere else could be too easily found. The minor family would hopefully believe heād decided to lay low. Kinn would just be relieved that he didnāt have to deal with Vegas for a while. That combined with the fact that Pete was supposedly taking some time off to himself, should give them a decent stretch without being interrupted.Ā
Pete carried him into what seemed to be Vegasā bedroom. Or possibly it was his torture dungeon. Either way, it had everything he needed. He laid him down on the bed watching as Vegas shifted in his uneasy unconsciousness.Ā
āItās alright, my beloved. Iāve got you now. Iām going to take care of you from now on,ā Pete whispered to him. Vegas couldnāt hear him of course but Pete had to tell him those words now, even if heād be repeating them later.Ā
With a substantial amount of care, Pete removed the handcuffs then used Vegasā own chains to chain him to the bed. He kissed the inside of each wrist as he tied him up. Once that was finished, Pete sat back in delight. He looked like a human sacrifice left at Peteās feet. Just a lovely little boy that he could do anything he wanted with. Heād be benevolent though. Heād care for Vegas in a way heād never had in his entire life.Ā
Pete drug a chair into the room and set it in the corner, out of Vegasā reach. He sat down in it and waited for Vegas to wake up.Ā
As he waited, his mind drifted back into fantasies and back to the wonderful moment where he had snatched Vegas. It had to be one of the best of his life.
Pete smiled in delight as he relived it. That had been so much fun. Vegas shifted slowly on the bed and Pete could tell that he was starting to rise to consciousness. He made several soft noises and Pete could squeal in delight at how cute he was.Ā
Vegas eyes snapped open and he turned to look at Pete who just gazed at him with delight.Ā
āWhat. The. Fuck,ā Vegas said incredulously.Ā
Pete leaned forward, his expression going soft.Ā
Vegas was just a little creeped out by it.
Vegas was groggy and deeply confused. Heād kidnapped a lot of people. Heād dragged them out of their homes and lives and brought about agonies they couldnāt even begin to imagine. He never wouldāve imagined that this would be happening to him. That someone as sweet and accommodating as Pete could ever do the same.
āIs Kinn really that mad? Figures heād send his lapdog rather than doing it himself.ā
Pete smiled and stood. Vegas flinched a little as he approached the bed.Ā
āYou have it all wrong, Khun. Iām here on my own. Kinn doesnāt know where I am or what Iām doing. This is all for me.ā
āWhat?ā Vegas was so intensely confused.Ā
āDonāt you see me, Vegas? Donāt you see the desires I keep tucked away in my heart? Donāt you see that you are mine and I am yours? I love you Vegas, I love you so much. I just want to bundle you up and take care of you. Canāt you tell?ā
Vegas was quiet for a moment. He had seen glimpses of that side of Pete. The way he stared as Vegas tortured someone. The way he kept ending up with the responsibility of following Vegas. So, yes, there had been signs. A faint blush started to creep up Vegasā cheeks.Ā
Pete cooed in delight. āAww, are you shy? Is my sweet boy shy that someone adores him more than anything else in the world? More than literally my own life, more than the lives of my friends or my employer. Youāre everything Vegas. Absolutely everything.ā
Vegas flushed then shook his head. āNo, you donāt feel that way. This is a trick. Youāre trying to trick me. It wonāt work.ā
Pete sighed and Vegasā stomach churned. It sounded so disappointed. He had caused that. He made Pete disappointed. Vegas cursed his people pleasing nature.Ā
āI know that life has taught you that you canāt trust. So, Iām not going to take it personally. Iāll just do my best to make sure you know.ā
Vegas felt so insanely conflicted. Theyād been trapped in the little safehouse for about a week together and he was starting to wonder if Pete was being honest. If maybe Pete really did love him.Ā
Pete babied him. There was no other way to describe the way he fussed and fluttered around Vegas. He was always feeding him and helping him drink from a water bottle. Always wrapping him in blankets and tucking pillows in around him.Ā
Vegas hadnāt felt so rested or taken care of in years. Possibly ever. He had a hard time sleeping at home, and even when his father couldnāt show up unannounced, he still struggled to find rest. Here, it was unlikely anyone would find them and even if they did Pete had already sworn to deal with them.Ā
There was something so intensely comforting about knowing that Pete was crazy enough that he wasnāt going to let anyone in, or anything happen to Vegas. It was nice to know that he could be taken care of instead of having to do the caregiving.Ā
Pete entered the room holding a tray of food and his expression lit up when he saw Vegas. That was also something. Pete always looked so happy to see Vegas, even though they were literally spending all day every day together. It seemed to pain him to spend even a few minutes apart.Ā
āHere I have a few more things for you today.āĀ
Vegas had been so caught up in examining Pete that he hadnāt even noticed that with the tray of food there were three books.Ā
āI tried to guess what you would like to read from what you already have. Iām hoping you like them. Or at least that you havenāt read any of them yet.ā
Vegasā heart started to beat a little faster. That wasā¦kind. It was thoughtful. Vegas wasnāt sure the last time he had received a gift that would be for him, and for what he liked, rather than the image he put forward. Except for the little things that Macau always got him, every item he received was about the image.
Vegas took the books from him slowly. Pete smiled encouragingly. Vegasā heart beat faster at that. It was nearly racing while he looked at Peteās hopeful expression. Vegas hugged the books to him and gave the barest hint of a smile back.
Pete wanted to worship Vegas. He wanted to get on his knees and show that wonderful man just what he thought of him. He wanted to crack Vegas open and climb inside. Always held there, tucked under Vegasā heart. He dreamed of what it would to be his, wholly and completely.Ā Ā
His sweet boy was starting to open up, Pete could tell. The gifts, the worship, the pampering was slowly wearing down those high walls he had to build to keep himself safe.Ā
Pete worked on putting together a quick meal. Compared to Vegas, he was a toddler when cooking. However, he could still manage to throw together instant noodles. Vegas could start cooking their meals once Pete could be sure he wasnāt trying to run away.
There was a sound and Pete turned toward it. That was something that shouldnāt have been. He knew every sound, every creak, every tree scraping against the house. The two weeks heād spent with Vegas had been more than enough time for him to know every sight and every sound. Which meant that something here was wrong.Ā
Pete gave absolutely no consideration to anything else. He made for Vegasā room in a flash. His only thought was about the fact that Vegas wouldnāt be able to defend himself while chained up.Ā
When he got there, the door was wide open and Pete knew that he hadnāt left it like that. Vegas wouldāve been smart enough to close it behind him if heād planned on escaping. He knew how to make it look like it was supposed to.
Pete stopped and waited. He had to be smart about this. He heard the intruder step on the board that always creaked and knew immediately where he was. Not even bothering with a weapon. He was across the room and on him in an instant.Ā
Distantly, his mind registered that he knew the attacker, but Pete ignored that part of him. There was only one thing that mattered. The main made several soft noises and Peteās hands applied the pressure to his neck. The fight was going out of Prop quickly so he released the chokehold. Before Prop could take a breath in, Pete twisted and yanked, and broke his neck.
Vegas stared at him from where he was kneeling on the bed still chained. It looked like he had moved to defend himself, but hadnāt gotten far.Ā
āThatās a main family guard,ā he pointed out quietly.
Pete nodded. āWell, it was. Now heās dead. He tried to hurt you Vegas.ā
Vegas nodded numbly. āIf they find out it was you, theyāll execute you. He was supposed to kill me.ā
Pete smiled. āYes, I know. But thatās alright, because youāre okay. Iāll just get rid of this unsightly thing. Then we can talk.ā
When Pete came back, Vegas was sitting on the edge of the bed. Pete moved toward him to check if he was alright, but Vegas held up a hand.Ā
āWait, I justā¦.ā
Pete could be patient. His boy needed a little processing time, that was fine. He nodded his head as Vegas chewed his lip.Ā
Pete wanted to be that lip. He wanted Vegas to chew, bite, tear and devour him.Ā
Vegas held up his wrist with the chain. āUncuff me?ā He asked it so simply, so plainly that Pete couldnāt resist him.Ā
He unchained him carefully, and before Pete could get out the words for Vegas to just give him a chance, Vegas was pulling him into a kiss.Ā
Pete wrapped his arms around Vegas and held him close. When they broke apart, Pete stared at him in confusion.Ā
āYouāre not angry?ā
Vegas shook his head. āYou defended me. No one has ever done that. You turned your back on the main family for me. You werenāt lying. You do love me.ā His voice dropped down shyly as he said it.
Pete nodded in agreement. āYes, I do. Iām all yours.ā
Vegas kissed him again, pulling him down to meet his lips and aggressively dominating the way they moved. Pete sucked a breath in in surprise and Vegas took the advantage of his open mouth to deepen their kiss. Peteās hands found their way to that beautiful neck again and held Vegas close.Ā
When they broke apart Vegas already sounded wrecked. āLet me take you, please. Let me have you.ā
Pete nodded. Heād give Vegas anything. If his boy said he wanted Pete to cut out his own heart, Pete would hand it to him still beating bloody. If Vegas wanted him to go out and carve up the entire main family and serve them to him on a platter, Pete would do it in an instant. Anything for this lovely, wonderful angel.Ā
There was just one thing that would make this experience absolutely perfect. Pete had heard of Vegasā proclivities and ached to feel them. He needed Vegas to take total control over him. He needed Vegas to make him take everything until he was finished. He needed to show him that he was his in absolutely every way.Ā
Pete escaped Vegasā lips for a moment, doing his best to ignore the soft, heartfelt whine. However, that noise turned delighted when Pete dug out the soft rope from Vegasā box. Vegas took it reverently and watched as Pete offered his wrists freely.Ā
Vegasā hands were nearly trembling as he bound Pete first with the rope, then to the chains that hung from the ceiling. Pete was completely as his mercy. He couldnāt turn back now even if he wanted to.
The first thing Vegas did was drop to his knees behind Pete and take a long, flat lick of his hole. Pete squirmed, almost regretting letting Vegas tie him up. He wanted less, he wanted more. He wanted everything Vegas could and would give him. But there wasnāt enough regret there to ask Vegas to untie him. It was all just adding itself to his intense and overwhelmed nature.Ā
Pete found himself getting his wish. Vegas absolutely devoured his ass. Pete was so into it, he could barely see straight. Every second that Vegas did that brought him closer and closer to the edge. Just before he was gearing up for a really amazing orgasm, Vegas pulled away from him. Pete shouldāve been embarrassed about the whine that slipped through his lips, but he couldnāt bring himself to be.Ā
Vegas stood and his arms wrapped around Pete from behind. One hand gripped his throat and Pete leaned back into his warm strength.Ā
āIām not done with you yet, pet.ā Vegas released the chains go enough to lay Pete out on the bed and was across him in seconds. His mouth trailed down Peteās belly toward the place he wanted it most. Before he reached Peteās aching cock, he stopped. Vegas lingered at Peteās hipbones, fingers tracing his tattoo.Ā
Vegas smiled devilishly at Pete, pulled back and started rearranging him. There was something delicious in the way Vegas used his body like a toy.Ā
Once Peteās legs were open and out of the way Vegas pressed a dry fingertip to Peteās hole. For a brief moment, Pete wondered if Vegas was planning on fucking with only the spit as lube, but Vegasā other hand turned out to be holding a bottle of lube. He drizzled a decent amount directly onto Peteās hole and Pete flinched. After the warmth of Vegasā tongue the lube was downright freezing. He used the excess to coat his fingers and then sharply shoved two in with no warning.Ā
āI wonāt fuck you dry, today. But you do still need to be punished for kidnapping me.ā Vegasā fingers stretched him quickly making Pete whine again. Pete wanted to beg, but the look on Vegasā face said it didnāt matter what Pete said, he was going to do what he wanted.Ā
Pete reveled in that feeling. This is exactly what he wanted.Ā
Pete yanked on the cuffs enjoying the way they pulled on the skin. It also gave him something to pull on when Vegas suddenly thrust his cock in. Pete wasnāt sure when heād lubed up his cock, but the thick, slow slide, nearly made him blow his load right away.Ā
Vegas smiled indulgently at him. āThere you go baby. Take it nice and good.ā
Pete moaned in delight. He through his head back and waited for Vegas to get around to fucking him for real.Ā
Vegas stilled when he bottomed out, just staring at Pete. Pete looked up at him and wished he could reach out and touch his face. Not enough to ask him to uncuff him. Just enough to wish that he would.Ā
Vegas caught his eyes and smiled. Pete marveled that he finally belonged to him and him alone. Then that smile turned devilish and he snapped his hips sharply. Pete arched his back and to his great embarrassment, came.Ā
Vegas laughed in pure delight as Pete spurted cum all over both of them. However, it was obvious that he wasnāt done with him. He fucked Pete through his orgasm and it wasnāt until Pete was tightening down on him and squirming with helpless overstimulation that he came himself.Ā
He stilled his sharp thrusts so that he was buried inside Pete. Pete reveled in the feeling of Vegas filling him.Ā
Vegas pulled out of him and collapsed on the bed next to him. Pete knew they should get cleaned up. He needed to pack up their things and move Vegas before another assassin came looking for him.Ā
But Pete was in love, and infatuated with the way Vegas looked post orgasm. He was so soft and kissable. Vegasā hands came up and uncuffed him. As soon as Pete was free he rolled over and wrapped his arms around Vegas, he could get him up and moved in a minute. First, he just needed to revel in finally getting everything he ever wanted.Ā
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Happy Holidays! I was lucky and got someone for secret santa that included a relationship Iāve always wanted to write about; Kinn&Chay. Thereās so much to chew on with these two which made this very fun to brainstorm for. Hopefully you all enjoy it!
Special warm wishes to my giftee! Thanks for the good prompts and I hope you like this! š
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on brothers and other peculiar creatures
Kinn has timed this perfectly.Ā
He arrived from his last meeting just ahead of Porsche, giving his team time to settle into place in the entryway. Itās been four days since either of them have been in a room together for longer than ten minutes, and heās not above a little schedule manipulation to see his boyfriend.
As a newly healed Big drives his Maserati away, Kinn buttons his suit and scans the entrance of his home.
Heās not alone.
To be fair heās never really alone. The bodyguards almost always hover somewhere nearby, but theyāve long since faded into the background for him.
Merry Christmas drlemurr! I love all the beautiful art you contribute to the fandom I hope you enjoy your gift <333
Ship: KimChay
Tags: Fluff, Boys in Skirts, Established Relationship, Gender Exploration, Being Walked in On
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A Reason To Be Pretty
Kim's meeting with his manager ended a lot earlier than expected. Kim used to want to drag out meetings and schedules so he could be Wik for longer, but now he has a beautiful boy waiting in his apartment for him to scoop up and kiss and cuddle so he had no problem leaving his manager's office half an hour early.
Kim opened their apartment door and walked in expecting Chay to leap up and greet him from the couch where he spends all his time studying and playing video games, but there was no Chay in sight. Kim walked around the house but couldn't find his boyfriend anywhere, maybe he went out, Kim thought. Finally Kim checked the bathroom. He opened the door not bothering to knock as he and Chay were not fussed about privacy with each other.
āChay Iāve been looking for you everywhere, I was starting to get worried.ā Kim whined. As he stepped onto the tiled floor all he could do was stare and blink.
Chay was standing in front of the mirror in a short blue pleated skirt, knee length socks, and a camisole, holding a tube of mascara. There was even a little bow clip in his hair.Ā
All that occupied Kimās mind in that moment was how adorable Chay looked.Ā
Chay froze and blinked back at Kim before scrambling to run away. Being in the bathroom he did not have much luck and ended up squatting in between the sink and bathtub.
āI didnāt know you would be back so soon.ā Chay said as he looked up at Kim.
āHuh.ā Kim responded stupidly.
Chay opened and closed his mouth a few times before finally saying, āHow about you get out of the bathroom and I get up from sitting on the floor and we can have a better conversation in the living room.ā
āYes. That's a good idea,ā Kim nodded before exiting the bathroom backwards. He sat down on the couch and waited for Chay.
After a few minutes he came out and Kim sat Chay down in his lap and stared at him, the skirt was gone but he still had a bow in his hair. Chay blushed all the way to his ears.
āUm you werenāt really supposed to see that but it's okay I think? Is it okay with you? I just don't know. I saw the skirt one time and I tried it on and it just made me happy for some reason I don't know, that's not weird is it?ā
āSlow down baby.ā Kim chuckled, āyes it's okay.ā
āIt's okay,ā Chay repeated with a sigh.
Kim brought his hands to his boyfriends cheeks, āDo you want to talk about it? Do you do that a lot when I'm not here?ā
āNot like every time, only if Iām in the mood for it I guess. If that makes sense.ā Chay said.
Ā āIs it like a sex thing orā¦..?ā
Chay blushed even more, āI don't think so, though I wouldn't mind that if you wanted it to be.ā He paused and frowned a little, āI donāt know why I like it so much, I don't want to actually be a girl or anything I don't think?. It's just fun for some reason. It's freeing; I feel so myself and...ā he paused and looked down at the couch they were sitting on, āI like feeling pretty.ā
āYou looked very pretty.ā
āReally?ā Chay asked and Kim nodded in response, āThank you.ā He murmured into Kim's neck.
āYou can wear it around the house if you want, when Iām there.ā Kim played with the little bow clip in Chayās hair, he couldnāt help but still think it was the most adorable thing heād ever seen.
āYou want me too?ā Chay looked back up at his boyfriend with eyes full of wonder.
āYeah. I could even buy you another skirt if you wanted,ā he placed a kiss on Chay's fluffy hair, āor more clips.ā Kim was never going to pass up an opportunity to spoil him, and he would do anything to help Chay be more Chay.
Chay cuddled as close as he could into Kimās body, āIām so glad you came home early.ā
Kim gently held his cheeks and kissed his adorable person, āMe too, pretty baby.ā
Happy holidays! I hope you have a great new year and enjoy your story!
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My sword for your heart
The servants had been decorating for days, the castle abuzz with excitement. Garlands of gold and blue fabric were strung from every possible point and masses of flowers covered every available space in the many courtyards and halls of the castle.
The people loved a party and the Kingās younger brother turning 18 was going to be the party of the decade. Prince Porchay was a beloved figure known for his kindness and gentle nature. Tomorrow a tournament would be held in his honour with the winner being given a large amount of gold and the special honour of the Kingās blessing to ask for the princeās hand. Whether or not he accepted was the princeās choice of course.
My giftee was Chelle. I hope this is a fluffy and hilarious and "dating the wrong brother"-shenaniganny as you wished for.
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Mistaken identities with happy endings
"So. That was clearly not your profile picture."
Chay eyes the man in front of him with confusion. "What?"
He's broad, dressed in a blood red suit and Chay's a little intimidated. Also, he needs him to leave because what ifĀ Wik_OfficialĀ shows up and sees Chay with some stranger and then comes to all the wrong conclusions? It took Chay weeks to work up the nerve to ask his fandom friend to meet in person; he does not want to blow it. Besides, Chay has been raised right and he doesn't talk to strangers.
"Your pictures", the man says. "Where did you get those? Do you actually know the person or did you take some rando's pictures from the internet?"
Chay has no idea what the man is talking about and he's starting to be severely weirded out.Ā
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Happy Holidays zelenchai! Thank you so much for all you've done for the fandom, your art is utterly gorgeous ā¤ļø
I hope this fic is an adequate gift for you. My apologies for the lack of good feels, I promise it'll get better from here - Īæur boys just had to sort some things out first.
Note: While I use the term Boxing throughout the fic, what Vegas and Pete are referring to is Muay Thai.
Hope you enjoy ā¤ļø
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pull no punches
āWas boxing difficult for you?ā
Pete was glad Vegas wasn't looking at him. He wouldn't be able to hide the way his face contorted, the way his breathing hitched. He didn't want Vegas to see it.
He laid Pete bare like that sometimes, by saying things that had the force of pool water invading his lungs. It wasn't exactly the same; there was no rope tied around his limbs, no ticking clock counting the seconds itād take him to get free, no threat of drowning.
Now there was only Vegas, and his impossible questions.Ā