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All the guards know that when Vegas shows up to the main compound alone it's better to just stay out of his way, especially when he's visibly upset. He's there for one person and it's honestly better if he gets to Kinn as quickly as possible.
They also know that if they see Kinn pulling Vegas along by the back of his neck like a puppy he's going to be unavailable for a while until he's done dealing with his cousin.
So when Vegas storms into the compound with tears in his eyes everyone clears the halls. Big and Ken both flinch when they see him approaching Kinn's office, Kinn was in the middle of a meeting. If they let Vegas in, he was sure to cause a scene but keeping him out wasn't any better for them.
"Khun Vegas, Khun Kinn is in a meeting, you'll have to wait."
The blank stare Vegas leveled on Ken shook the guard to his core.
“Did I fucking ask?” Vegas’ words were coated in venom, Ken shrunk away from the minor heir. His eye flickered desperately over to Big, begging him to help.
Big stepped into Vegas’ path, his hands outstretched placatingly, his eyes darting to the side trying to signal Ken to call for someone higher up to come help them.
“I’m sorry, Khun Vegas but Khun Kinn said that he wasn’t to be interrupted until his guests left. If you’d like, you're welcome to wait here for him or in his rooms. I’ll let him know that you’ve arrived and are looking for him.” Big’s voice was calm and matter of fact, he managed not to flinch as one of the decorative vases soared passed his head to shatter against the wall.
“Get the fuck out my way!” Vegas already had another vase in his hand, ready to smash. He didn’t want to injure one of Kinn’s guards unnecessarily, it would just cause him problems later.
“Khun Vegas please calm down, perhaps you could spend time with Khun Tankhun or Khun Kim while you wait?” Ken’s voice trembled, he could see that Vegas was getting more agitated. Ken was honestly tempted to let the man pass and accept whatever punishment Khun Kinn assigned him later. Dealing with an angry Vegas was dangerous and being the one to deny him was even worse.
“STOP FUCKING TALKING TO ME LIKE I’M BEING CRAZY” Vegas kicked over the glass coffee table that centered the waiting area for Kinn’s office. He picked up one of the arm chairs and flung it across the room.
If it had been anyone else Big and Ken would have moved to subdue the man, but neither of them wanted to risk losing an appendage by touching Vegas.
“VEGAS” Kinn’s voice snapped out loud and stern. Surprising the guards and freezing Vegas in place. All three heads turned toward the office door to find Kinn standing there alone, his guest nowhere in sight.
“Khun Kinn! We apologize for the disturbance, I hope that your meeting was not impacted?” Big recovered first, easily slipping into his bodyguard role.
“I saw that there was an incident taking place on the camera and had my guest escorted through the other exit. Call someone to have this mess cleaned up immediately, then you’re both relieved for the night. I apologize for my cousin’s behavior.”
“I really needed you, they wouldn’t let me in, you said I could always come to you…” Vegas’ rage was gone and the tearful state he had arrived in had returned.
“Come here.” Kinn sighed. He watched Vegas step carefully over the broken glass, his cousin’s head ducked in shame as Vegas passed the guards. Once Vegas had crossed the threshold of his office Kinn followed him inside, locking the doors behind them.
—
Kinn sat on his couch watching Vegas pace around his office. His cousin hadn’t said a word since they came into the office, he just kept walking the length of the room and fiddling with various items that decorated Kinn’s space.
On the fifteenth pass, Kinn reached out and grabbed Vegas pulling him down onto his lap.
“What’s wrong Vegas? What happened?”
“...”
“Vegas, you better have a reason for that tantrum you threw out there.” Vegas didn’t say anything, he just buried his face in Kinn’s neck. Kinn huffed in annoyance, he pulled at Vegas trying to force an answer out only to feel Vegas’ teeth clamp down on his shoulder.
“FUCK” Kinn grabbed Vegas by the hair in one hand and by the jaw with the other, digging his fingers into the joints until Vegas had no choice but to release him grip. Kinn used the momentum to fling Vegas to the floor.
Kinn took a deep calming breath, trying his best not to lash out at Vegas.
“You have five seconds to use your fucking words before I decide to beat it out of you.” Kinn held up his hand slowly lowering his fingers to show Vegas how serious he was.
“It’s your fault!”
“What’s my fault? Be specific Vegas, I do a lot of shit.” Kinn’s patience had worn thin, he had attempted to be understanding but Vegas insisted on being frustrating.
“THEY THINK I’M SOME CRAZY FUCKING WHORE! I WENT TO THAT FUCKING MEETING AND THEY ALL WHISPERED ABOUT KHUN KINN’S PET WHORE BEING OUT! HOW SURPRISING IT WAS THAT YOU TRUSTED SOMEONE LIKE ME TO ATTEND MEETING ON YOUR BEHALF!” Vegas’ chest was heaving, all the air in his lungs expelled at once during his tirade.
Kinn’s eyebrows were nearly touching his hairline. He didn’t know what he had expected the issue to be but for Vegas to have suffered that amount of disrespect in his absence wasn’t it.
“How is that my fault? Do you think I go around introducing you as my crazy whore? Your own actions have created a reputation for you.” Kinn decided he wasn’t in the mood to coddle Vegas yet.
“My actions?!”
“Vegas, I just stopped you from destroying my waiting area. Both of my guards were terrified of you because you wouldn’t accept the orders I had given them. Big and Ken were lucky, you’ve certainly done more than frighten my guards in the past.” Kinn raised an eyebrow at Vegas waiting for the boy to try defending himself.
“Do you think my guest would have left with a positive impression of you if he had seen the mess you’d made over being told to wait?”
Vegas felt tears prick at his eyes, Kinn was right. He had lost control of himself, the guards had offered him multiple alternatives but Vegas had been too worked up to consider them. And the careful way the guards had tried to handle him had reminded him too much of the comments made about his mental stability, but that wasn’t their fault; they were just trying to placate him.
“I don’t think I need to remind you of the games you played before I put a stop to them either do I? It may have been for my attention but others noticed it as well. And you do belong to me, don’t you? What’s wrong with being my whore?” Kinn’s voice was casual as if he was talking about the weather, instead of validating the degrading statements made about Vegas that had sent him crying to Kinn in the first place.
Vegas moved toward the door, tears rolling down his cheeks silently. Kinn pulled him onto his lap as he passed.
“Oh baby, look at me. Don’t cry, it’s alright. Even if you are a crazy whore, you’re mine okay. I want you just how you are. Maybe with fewer tantrums but still, just because it's true doesn’t mean it's a bad thing.” Kinn kissed Vegas’ undereyes.
“That’s not how they said it though, they thought I was trash. That I was useless beyond my body, that you were just indulging me by letting attend the meeting alone, like you were swayed so easily. It was disrespectful.” Vegas laid his head on Kinn’s shoulder, he could accept that objectively the men might have been correct but there was still a level of respect owed to anyone acting in the interests of the Theerapanyakun head.
“Whatever I don’t care anymore, you promised you’d make me feel better if I came to you.” Vegas rubbed the tears off his face, he made quick work of stripping himself bare before straddling Kinn’s lap. Vegas crossed his arms behind Kinn’s neck, the perfect position to press a needy kiss to the older man’s mouth.
Vegas sucked at Kinn’s lips and licked his teeth trying to get Kinn to open for him. He whined in frustration after a few fruitless moments, he sat back on Kinn’s lap pouting. He moved onto Kinn’s throat next, sucking dark marks along the column of skin, until he reached the angry ready bitemark from before. He pressed a gentle kiss to it in apology.
With one hand he undid the buttons of Kinn’s suit jacket and buttoned shirt, exposing Kinn’s chest. Vegas pressed kisses to the newly revealed skin before drifting to Kinn’s nipples. He tugged playfully at the silver bars that pierced the hard nubs. Vegas had been the one to pierce them himself.
Vegas sealed his lips around Kinn’s nipple, flicking his tongue against it, scraping his teeth over it and suckling hard until his chin was wet. He quickly switched over to the other side to give the other nipple the same attention. Under him he could feel Kinn’s cock press against his ass. He ground his hips down onto it a few times before finally popping off Kinn’s nipple to slide down to the floor.
Vegas unbuckled Kinn’s belt, opened his slacks; he was pleasantly surprised when Kinn finally decided to be helpful by removing his pants and underwear completely. Just as quickly though he settled back against the couch, clearly expecting Vegas to take things from there.
A long string of saliva dripped out Vegas’ mouth into his palm. He wrapped it around the base of Kinn’s cock, he stroked it from base to tip. He circled the head with his thumb, pressing into the slit lightly before sliding his hand back down. Vegas had always been thankful that Kinn cared so much about personal grooming, especially in moments where he was face to face with Kinn’s carefully manicured pubic hair. Vegas leaned in to lap at Kinn’s balls while he stroked his cock.
Satisfied that Kinn was sufficiently warmed up, Vegas let his mouth hover over the head of Kinn’s cock. He let more drool spill out of his mouth to ease the way before he sank down completely onto Kinn’s cock. Vegas’ nose was resting in Kinn’s trimmed pubic hair. Vegas didn’t bother pulling back.
It was only a handful of seconds before Kinn’s hand tangled in his hair and pulled him up. Exactly like Vegas had expected, Kinn could never be idly when it came to having his cock sucked. Vegas is fully prepared for the rough face fucking Kinn subjects him to, Vegas’ scalp is lighting up with delicious sparks of pain. His lungs burned even though he breathed as evenly through his nose as he could, his neck ached with the constant ragdolling up and down motions. He doesn’t even have to swallow when Kinn cums, his cousin’s cock is so deep in his throat that all he gets is the aftertaste.
Kinn uses the hand in Vegas’ hair to pull him up onto his lap, he devours Vegas in a kiss before he has a chance to get fully settled. He pulls a packet of lube from one of his suit pockets, he doesn’t bother with trying to prep Vegas, there wasn’t enough lube for that. Besides, Vegas was well experienced.
With Vegas squirming on his lap it doesn’t take him long at all to get hard again. He coats his cock in the thin lube, he holds the base steady as he pulls away from the kiss.
“Ride me.” Vegas huffs annoyed, Kinn really wasn’t doing much to make him feel better; especially by making Vegas do all the work. Rather than complaining, Vegas braced himself on his knees; he eased down onto Kinn’s cock. It was a stretch but nothing he couldn’t handle, he just needed to ease into things.
Vegas moved up and down slowly, rising a little bit more each time. The bite of Kinn’s nails on his hips told him that the man was getting impatient. Vegas allowed himself a few more test bounces before rising up fully onto his knees and dropping his weight back down. If you asked Vegas going down was harder than going up, the feeling of being filled so suddenly just seemed to knock the air out of him every time.
Vegas tried his best but he could only go so fast with his thighs burning from exertion and his lower back twinging in discomfort. He’s relieved when Kinn finally flips them over and pins him down against the couch. He’s perfectly happy to be folded in half while Kinn brutalizes him. Vegas whines and begs prettily, playing with Kinn’s nipple rings with one hand while stroking his own cock with the other.
—-
“P’Kinn, I’m sorry I trashed your stuff. I was just upset.” Vegas’ voice is strangely watery from his place tucked in Kinn’s side.
Kinn hadn’t expected the comments of some insignificant men to affect Vegas so deeply. He felt a bit of regret for having played on Vegas’ insecurities earlier. Sure, his cousin had bit him but Kinn didn’t have to be cruel.
“I didn’t mean that stuff earlier okay, I was just mad you bit me. You’re not a whore and you’re not crazy but even if you were it wouldn’t change anything.”
“Okay…” Kinn wasn’t satisfied with the resignation in Vegas’ voice but let it go. He pressed a kiss to his cousin’s head and tried to sleep.
—-
“Mmmh fuck, baby I think your guest are w-waking up.” Kinn told Vegas pushing the boy away from his cock. He’d decided to indulge Vegas’ oral fixation while they had waited in the basement but after two orgasms and being cockwarmed, Kinn was feeling a bit sensitive.
Vegas stood up from where he had been kneeling between Kinn’s legs to stand at the head of the surgical table. His hair was a mess and cum was splattered across his face. Vegas smiled down at the man who had been the most vocal about Vegas’ sanity and promiscuity.
“You were right before, when you called me a whore. But do you know the difference between me and you? There’s nothing you could offer, promise, or give Kinn that he would trade me, a whore for. But you? Your life was worth a mouthful of cum.” Vegas swiped a finger through the mess on his face and licked it off.
“Oh not this one, this was just for fun. I always get excited when I get to bring someone down here. I guess you were right about the crazy part too. But Kinn loves to watch me work.”
“Have fun, baby! Try not to get too messy this time.” Kinn called from his place on the side lines.