"What makes you so untouchable?"

"I'm not untouchable." Kenny also took a step forward, closing most of the distance between them. Kristian seemed to relax for a moment, the frustration melting away as they stood next to each other. Kenny placed a hand on the back of Kristian's head.

Once again, they were kissing. Kristian's hands were on the zipper of Kenny's jacket, desperate to take it off of him. Kenny grabbed Kristian's wrists with his other hand and tried to slow his eager movements down.

Instantly, Kristian responded by biting down on Kenny's lower lip, making the Frenchman flinch.

"No." Kristian slipped his arms from Kenny's grip and continued to remove the jacket. Kenny obliged and the jacket was quickly on the floor. Pulling away for a moment, Kristian looked Kenny up and down before walking towards the bed and lying himself down on it and propping himself up with the pillows at the top.

Kenny's mind was spinning and his heart was racing. This was happening so fast. He was trying to catch his breath for a moment, when he saw Kristian watching him from the bed with an eyebrow raised.

"Come here." Kristian beckoned Kenny over, with a sly hand slipped into his sweatpants. Kenny didn't need to be asked twice. He joined the Dane on the bed, but as he went to move further forward, Kristian placed a firm hand on the side of Kenny's face. "kennyS ... I want to find out what that 'S' really stands for."
Kenny didn't break the eye contact. He let Kristian guide him down, as North's young lion pulled out an AWP of his own from beneath his sweatpants. There wasn't time to think about the situation he was in. Kenny closed his eyes and opened his mouth, letting Kristian slide along his tongue. A slight groan escaped from Kristian as Kenny took the entirety of him, swirling his tongue around the head as he got into a gentle bobbing rhythm.

Kristian tried to pick up the pace, but Kenny kept moving up against each attempted thrust, feeling Kristian's frustration. After a few attempts, Kristian roughly grabbed Kenny's head, fingers spread through his hair, holding him in place and taking full advantage of the Frenchman's open and willing mouth.

Kenny wanted to fight it.

He didn't want to give in.

But watching Kristian's shaking breaths, hearing him curse under his breath in his native Danish tongue and tasting warm arousal on his tongue was enough to let him have full control. It wasn't something Kenny was used to, but he was letting Kristian completely use his mouth for his own animalistic pleasure.

Kenny could feel Kristian starting to tense more. A low growl escaped Kristian's throat, followed by a string of Danish words Kenny didn't understand. The grip in his hair tightened as they both knew what was coming.

Kristian smirked. It was a smirk Kenny was familiar with.

Suddenly, Kenny remembered his first encounter with Kristian only a few hours ago. The initial arrogance in his words and stride as he had gripped at Kenny's jersey and insisted he would win. Kenny had beaten him on stage, but he definitely wasn't about to let Kristian win now in the privacy of the bedroom.

With a sudden jolt, Kenny sat up and slightly backed away. Kristian didn't have time to respond or readjust, instead coating his own jersey in the aftermath of what had just happened.

Instead of a further reaction, Kenny watched Kristian glance down at the mess, then at him, before simply sighing. The Dane got up off the bed, taking off the jersey and started to search his packed suitcase for a replacement shirt.