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A minute left.
Jooheon hurried and typed in the website as fast as he could, the tapping of the keyboard having a small echo in the dark, empty room he was in. The familiar site popped up, it felt like Déja Vu. CCAM was written on the top portion of the screen, different videos shown in his recommendations list. The feeling he had when entering the page and having the thrilling fear of never knowing what he might find.
Seeing the channels on the sidebar, he confidently clicked on the #1 channel on the rankings list. The profile picture of his favourite camboy was a face he admired seeing every Saturday, at 10 PM precisely. Seeing the format change a wider screen with a live-chat beside it, Jooheon read the text.
“LIVE-STREAM STARTING IN 30 SECONDS, PLEASE STAND BY.”
His chest was thumping rapidly, abusing the refresh button. The comments rolled in and the abundance of exclamation marks hurt Jooheon’s eyes, and he needed his vision to enjoy the wonderful hour he was about to witness. Turning off his phone and connecting his earpods to the Bluetooth on his laptop, he kept refreshing the page and only got more excited for each second that went by. It was one of the best moments before a stream, the crescendo before a lovely storm.
At the second refresh, the video showed the man’s beautiful face. Or what could be seen. One wonderful day, Jooheon could take off the mask and see what was hiding beneath it, the beauty this walking sin shielded from the world. His earpods had an irritating buzzing sound erupting from them, but he couldn’t care less when an angel was in front of him. Now the comments were flowing in like bees to flowers, but Jooheon still couldn ’t get his gaze away.
The lace black mask with two cat-eye shaped holes was covering half of the camboy’s face, his brown eyes staring at the screen with the most innocent expression, even through the mask . The pointy petals of the flower that was glued to the side of his mask were such a beautiful detail to an even more beautiful boy. The mask itself seemed so rough to the touch, especially the drop-like details at the edge of the mask. Right underneath the area between his brows was a small diamond detail, the tiniest orb in the middle of the diamond. The grey rhinestones that decorated the edges of his cat-eye holes brought Jooheon’s focus to his eyes, which had the most endearing trait of them all. His lips were forming a small pout, a neutral pink with the smoothest touch to it.
As if the boy behind the screen didn’t know the effect he had with just a single stare; Jooheon could already feel his dick harden. The camboy’s eyes brightened and his cherry lips turned into a soft smile.
He was #1 for a reason.
The number of hearts filled the side of the screen, the comments bombarding the camboy with their thirsty comments. The masked boy’s eyes could be seen scanning the comments with a small smile, his small whispers and giggles being such an endearing contrast to his sexy demeanor. Jooheon smiled and went on to do what he always did during these livestreams, aside from jerking off.
MJ1892:
waaaaaa, he looks so sexy
DG♡EDWARD
IT’S STARTING AAAAAAAAAAA
1HUNNIT
*Sent 600 Cherries*
LXXEX
stop being so perfect!!!
“Oh? Someone sent me 600 cherries. I appreciate it so much, thank you! Seems like we’ve already reached a high number of viewers. Maybe I should start then, ” his tender voice spoke tauntingly, blinking before backing away from the camera and revealing his slender body. His lips parted as let his upper body slide to one side, his ass up in the air and giving the viewers a side view of his beautiful physique. His ass was small, but the lift gave him a nice hip shape. A small peek of his surgical scar could be seen by his knee, but it wasn't a flaw.
Nothing was a flaw when it came to Edward Lee. The arched back only made the elegance of Edward Lee shine even more, his slender arms reaching for the toy he was going to use during the livestream. Jooheon choked on his spit from his silhouette alone, but it wasn’t like he survived all the previous videos of his.
Edward Lee.
Fuck, perhaps the hottest twink on this site. His lips, skin, body and moans...it was as if Lust itself wandered on Earth to have the population wrapped around his finger. Edward’s method to make his viewers afraid to blink or manage to make them breathless from a simple stare, it was truly impressive. He had managed to create himself a name on CCam with scheduled streams and unorthodox camboy activities. He didn’t need to be requested to touch himself, he would go ahead before anyone could even think of asking and it worked. His bronze skin was a refreshing asset to the site as well, most of the camboys tend to white-wash themselves.
The dimmed lighting made his skin glow brighter than before, the small details of his chest standing out and his eyes had the smallest hint of mischievousness in them. His 11-abs seemed more toned in the lighting he had, he must be an athlete. What was supposed to have their grip around a dildo or a mini vibrator, turned out to be hands holding nothing instead. Oh, the memories Jooheon had of that vibrator. Instead, Edward’s hand cupped itself underneath his chin and stared at the camera blankly.
“Did you guys really think I would do the same old thing?” He asked with a smirk, bringing his head up and making a nice S-shape with his body. The comments rolled in like crazy and expressed their very apparent confusion. Edward’s channel was always him playing with different toys and excluding sexiness, yet that didn’t seem to be the case that day. Then again, unorthodox.
SUCKWARDLEE
I am confusion
LOVEBXX
Is this a new segment???
1HUNNIT
*Sent 100 Cherries*
The camboy bit his finger as he stared at the camera, smirking as the baffled comments rolled in. He did expect a reaction, but not such a strong one. Maybe his impact was greater than he thought. Slowly shaking his head, pushed his finger further into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the skin.
His eyes were smizing at the screen, he had never felt this powerful before. That his one single movement earned him more than 10K Cherries, and praises from strangers that probably hid their real identity from their spouses. It was no secret that Edward was every man’s dirty fantasy, he had even seen forums where husbands confessed their undying love for him.
His tongue coated the skin of his finger thoroughly, the saliva lubricating his dry fingers to prevent any pain. As he pulled his finger away from his lips, he made sure to make a loud sound similar to a soda can opening. Bringing the wet finger to his ass, he slowly made his finger go inside his entrance and he felt the walls close in. It was an unusual feeling, but he wanted to try for the longest time. To please his voyeurs with perhaps the only thing he did alone.
Jooheon’s hand was rubbing his dick as his eyes were stuck on watching Edward finger himself ever so slowly, his face distorting into a blissful one. His head threw itself back as his finger went farther in, his almost inaudible moans hitting Jooheon’s head like a drug. Just from a screen , the camboy’s moans were laced with agony, desire, tenacity and deride. His back hunched slightly and the finger inside him was moving in a mediocre pace. For each glance he shared with the camera, he was mocking his viewers and making them realize how he had wrapped them around his finger. That he wasn’t their slave, but they were his.
Jooheon didn’t exactly mind.
The viewer’s hand tightened around his dick, his mind taking him places he would regularly go when watching Edward’s livestreams. Just envisioning the camboy’s moans entering his ears like waves hitting the cold sand, sharing an intimate moment only a handful of people could experience. That fucking masquerade mask, if only Edward’s identity was known.
If Jooheon could have the opportunity to know this man and let his inner monster go ham, that would be a moment to remember. But for now, he would have to enjoy himself with just being behind a screen. Just hearing his distorted groans and huffs of weariness was enough, no matter how strong the need to hear more was. A small grunt from Jooheon was muted by his earpods, he was clueless as to how loud he really was.
DG♡EDWARD
I’M CONFUSED BUT I LOVE IT!!! *Sent 200 Cherries*
SUCKWARDLEE
YES YES YESSSSSS *Sent 500 Cherries*
1HUNNIT
*Sent 450 Cherries*
“So many c-cherries, you guys must l-love this,” Edward meeked out, his moans halting as he let another finger glide inside him. His voice got higher at first, the sound being harmonious and bringing Jooheon’s libido to a higher point on his scale.
The camboy was known to not talk much during his live-streams, which was rare amongst the several streamers on the site. But having no words spoken made the whole experience better and the focus was solely on him, Edward Lee. His expressions, small mannerisms and powerless sounds were the focal points of every video, which only made his channel ten times better than the others.
Jooheon kept letting his mind take him places, the voice that boomed inside his ears being none other than the camboy’s. His dick was rock hard, the small pants leaving his lips filling the lonely air surrounding him. Just when he saw the second finger slide in, the urge to come got tempting. The thought of becoming one with him, and be able to hear his husky sweet voice fill the room… exhilarating. Just imagining having his hands squeeze Edward’s slim waist or even pinning him down and having the performer’s eyes stare at him. No one else, but him.
The camboy felt his insides crumble at his own touch, the smallest drop of precum oozing out of his tip. Edward let his fingers ‘roam’ inside him, envisioning something else instead of his five appendages. It was painful, the tight walls being forced open, yet it hurt just right. The pain was something that hurt so bad, but it still managed to send the same tingles when he was touched by Kihyun. Which was a good thing, considering he didn’t need to see his annoying face every now and then. Having to be pleasured by him before a broadcast seemed like such a great idea, but if Edward himself could do it on his own and even better…that measly human wasn’t needed.
The comments stopped rolling in. Instead, 100,000 people watched as the boy in their screen squirm and mewl at the things he did to himself. The eyes focused on one single human, their inner voyeur enjoying something taboo and almost gross in their society. It felt so wrong, it felt... fucked. Being scopophilic and only being able to quench their thirst online, where others were just like themselves. Yet, this something was exactly what they needed. Something so mundane and common, yet uttering a word about it meant stares and whispers with mentions of you. Sexuality. A spectrum that isn’t talked about as much as it should, but Edward Lee…
Sexuality was him.
His voice went up a notch as he cursed at how close he was, the precum oozing with ease. The area beneath him had a small spot of cum, and his arm was trembling from how close he was. Weak. He felt weak. Each time his fingers went farther inside him, a piece of his energy slowly got lost in the room and the fatigue hit him like a slow-burn fanfic. This was a first to him; Edward didn’t expect to come so soon. But that only meant he had to make it worthy. For his audience, his voyeurs. The ones who gave him an apartment, paid half of his loans and fed his lust for attention.
Jooheon could sense that the boy was close and so was he. Just when he felt his insides let the sticky liquid go loose, Edward also came. Simultaneously, they both let go and felt so cold, the warmth in their stomach decreasing back to body temperature. Jooheon felt so satisfied, it was different yet just as great as any other broadcast of his. Edward’s exasperated pants reminded Jooheon of how tired he was, his chest went up and down as his breath became heavier and slower. He felt less tense, yet so tired. The fatigue had made him sleepy, but also releasing the fatigue made him sleepy.
Edward laughed tiredly, trying to regain his energy while facing the camera. The black mask started to itch his cheek, the teardrop-shaped rhinestones making a small mark on his skin. His eyes were heavy from the session, his pupils dilated from the dopamine he had released. The cumstain beneath him got deeper as the sticky white goo oozed out naturally. As he read the comments inside his head, he smiled to himself when he saw that a vast majority loved it and wanted to see this type of content in the future.
EDWARDFOREVER!!!
THAT!!! WAS!!!! EVERYTHING!!!
SUCKWARDLEE
I THINK I JUST WENT TO HEAVEN *Sent you 550 Cherries*
1HUNNIT
*Sent you 1,000 Cherries*
“This one person has only sent me cherries, cat got your tongue?” Minhyuk joked and smirked at the camera, and Jooheon could feel his cheeks heat up. It was definitely him; he was ‘known’ for never making a comment and only sending cherries. By who, you may ask? Well...by Jooheon.
A sense of pride and slight arrogance formed inside him, he was noticed among thousands of other people. Jooheon only did what other people would do when they had nothing to say, reward him with Cherries. It was his form of praising Edward when he wasn’t a Cervantes with his words. Him, a struggling student with one friend and in extreme need of love.
He was noticed.
“Anyway, I think this concludes today’s broadcast. Did you like it? I most certainly did. See you next time, sunshines. Stay sweet, ” Edward said sweetly, his hand reaching out to turn off his camera. Small puffs of exhaustion sent small tingles to the white-haired boy’s spine, such a relaxing and soothing sound. Jooheon managed to get a glimpse of his endearing trait.
His blink, how one eyed opened before the other and it made it seem like he winked. Jooheon could write a whole song just about his uneven blink, and how it was so pretty that the flowers would bloom with just him blinking once.
And with that thought, the screen went black and Jooheon was back to reality. The reality only Edward could help him escape from.
“Jooheon-ah, focus. You’ve been dozing off the whole day, didn’t you sleep? ” Changkyun asked as he hit his pencil on top of the sleepy boy’s head, the elder jolting up at the stinging sensation. His eyes felt like bricks, they were itchy and heavy.
“I didn’t, now kindly fuck off so I can sleep,” Jooheon mumbled and was about to go back to his deep slumber, but the noises were too much. The classroom was starting to fill with the students that he didn’t bother remembering the names to, even though he was in the same class for almost a year now. The faces were bland, their personalities were as dry as sandpaper. Their arrogant voices filled the empty box of a room with their pointless complaints, gossip and flirtatious nothings, only making Jooheon wanting to fall asleep... forever.
Just when he was about to tune out the outside world and fall back asleep, he noticed a dark-headed boy sit down in front of him and it was like a sugar-high. Although quiet, the boy was extroverted at times and very nice to everybody. So nice to the point it seemed fake. Lee Minhyuk. His name rolled off one’s tongue so naturally, his name corresponding with his looks and nature. Minhyuk gave a cold, yet soft aura and that was two out of many adjectives used to describe the swimmer.
God took his time on Minhyuk. His face was sculpted with each detail carved by the angels themselves. The hollows of his cheeks gave a modelesque aura, and his smoldering eyes paired with his cocoa-coloured hair made him seem like he just jumped out of a manga. The intimidating part of him was most likely his resting face, how his eyes were so focused and his pursed crimson lips could penetrate anything with one glance.
Minhyuk had a slender physique, his neck being the only exposed part of him. His deep-set collarbones and delicately veined neck were something that seemed to jump out of a Yaoi manga, his hands too. Thin and smooth, he really used hand moisturizer huh? Despite being a ‘jock’, he always dressed modestly and rarely wore shorts. Nevertheless, Jooheon knew he probably had beautiful legs, isn’t that what swimming gave you?
Jooheon decided to try to last one more hour, he sat up straight and scooted closer to Changkyun. Yes, he had forgotten his book again.
“Kyun, do you think I’ll be able to switch partners? Since you’re away for the day of the presentation, and we’re supposed to have it as a duo, will Ms. Bang let me? ” The pearly white-haired boy whispered, the other shrugging his shoulder as he read the text written in the book. The elder of the two huffed and felt his stomach grumble, hoping the loud noises of the students eradicated the monster growl in his stomach.
To talk about the brilliancy or stupidity about Dorian Gray was not easy, at least not for Jooheon.
He wasn’t a type to indulge in literature or even read the Wikipedia page about the books he was given. Besides, having Dorian Gray be confusing to him didn’t help with his insecurity in English. Was he getting younger or uglier, and if the painting got more grotesque, why didn’t he? What was even the point o the painting if the guy was.. See, he was lost. Changkyun was supposed to be his rock in this assignment, to help Jooheon understand a little. Yet, biology has an excursion the day of the presentation and of course, Changkyun had to go. If Jooheon was lucky, he could be paired with someone equally as smart or be jinkxed by his own hope and get someone who didn’t care.
“I think she will, but will you be okay with just anyone?” The younger asked in return, watching as the teacher took out her things to begin the lesson. He did have a point, would he be okay with just anyone?
“I think, it depends,” Jooheon mumbled and turned his attention to Ms. Bang who began the lesson. Drinking from his water bottle to regain some energy, he listened quietly for five minutes before his mind went back to last Saturday.
Five more days, then he could let all this tension go away. This was probably what drove him, knowing 10 PM every Saturday would happen. It was a kind of stress-relief and treating himself, perhaps being so tired after the broadcast made him sleep better. He would go from two hours to a whole six when watching Edward Lee, he was like a strong sleeping pill. A sleeping pill with a nice body and knowing how to please Jooheon with his unique ways. Damn that mask, hiding his identity. Jooheon could understand why he chose to hide it, it was taboo being known as a borderline porn star. The disrespect, disownment and rumors that would spread if one was found out of his real identity.
“Get in your groups and start working. I’ll be here if you need anything, ”Ms. Bang concluded and sat down on her chair, Jooheon standing up from his. The room got emptier as the students went to the library to ‘work’, only Changkyun and Minhyuk was left. The cotton-haired boy bent down to reach the level of his teacher, her attention diverting from her laptop to him.
“Yes, is there anything wrong?” Her voice spoke quietly, trying not to let their conversation be too loud to annoy the only two students in the room.
“Changkyun has an excursion the day of the presentation in biology, is it too late to switch partners?” Jooheon was very unsure if it was possible, but he hoped it was doable. Doing it alone seemed so intimidating, especially since Jooheon wasn’t the most confident in the topic. The teacher nodded lightly and peeked behind the student.
“Actually, you could go with Minhyuk. Since we’re an odd numbered class, he had to work alone. Will that be okay for you, Minhyuk? ”She spoke louder for said boy to hear, whose eyes were confused at the sudden mentioning of his name.
“Hmmm? You called? ”His raspy voice broke the wall between Jooheon and him, his brown eyes glancing at the boy quickly. Jooheon could swear he felt that stare to be familiar, yet he broke the one contact they had by looking at his teacher once again. It was odd, those eyes... he had seen them somewhere.
“Would you mind working with Jooheon for the project? His partner is away that day and you’re the only one who’s free, ”
Minhyuk jumped on this opportunity to say yes, he hated working alone. It felt so lonely, and he had no one to ask for help. He didn’t know this Jooheon, but anything to defeat the crippling silence that made him doubt everything. Seeing the boy nod and go back to his seat to gather his things, the brunette smiled slightly at how his hair was unique. Yes, it was white. The most basic shade ever. Still, the vibrancy and Jooheon’s cat eyes made it seem so unique. It was whiter than the cloud that littered the baby-blue sky, a few strands were whiter and added more dimension. Pretty.
“Would it be okay to head over to the library?” Minhyuk asked Jooheon in a slightly nervous voice; this handsome stranger’s eyes were piercingly breathtaking. Closing his book when seeing the other nod, he closed his backpack and grabbed his books before following the younger to the library. His bag was quite light for once, maybe because the 2kg was in his hands and not pining his back. Observing the boy in front of him, he found the way Jooheon walked to be quite intriguing. His hands were snugly inside his jeans, his hips having a nice cadence and really made his entire silhouette have such a boyish charm.
“Stop it, Lee Minhyuk.”
As the boys entered one of the rooms in the library, they immediately went to work. This project was supposed to be presented next week, so they had to combine their knowledge to aim for that A. “Okay, so I’m really confused about this, ”Jooheon began, a pitiful smile on his lips. Might as well be candid, he couldn’t bring anyone else down with him when their English grade was at stake.
Minhyuk was taken aback, but only chuckled. The sound was heavenly sweet, what birds could harmonize to and the sound spring needed to push the leaves to their limit and meet the warm ground. “It’s okay, I understand why. I get why some people wouldn’t. But you do have some thoughts about it, right? ”
“Uh, yeah. Let’s just work on it. I can try to, uhm, understand it again,”Jooheon stumbled on his words with an added nervous chuckle, he could swear he had seen Minhyuk somewhere. At first, his eyes seemed familiar. The feeling they gave off and how the shape was reminiscent of Edward, but it wasn’t very likely. Edward did wear a mask, maybe it was what the two holes showed that made Minhyuk resemble him. But after sitting across from him, his lips and nose also had some resemblance. The blood-red in the center of his peachy lips made them look so thin, the barely prominent cupid’s bow aligning with his doll-like nose was so familiar. Could it be?
No, probably not.
The two worked in complete silence, but it was of the tranquil kind. Their soft taps, pencils gliding over the A4 paper elegantly and pages being flipped, it was delightful. To be away from the constant noises of the other humans, who filled Jooheon’s mind with their earsplitting sound that kept making head pound.
The others, such a nuisance. They tried so hard to fit into society with their expensive Moschino outfits and flexing their fake Gucci. It was disgusting, how materialism was the way for them to be accepted in a certain circle of people. Jooheon didn’t mind a few luxurious brands here and there (he had some himself.), but flaunting it in people’s faces was downright distasteful.
“How has it been going so far?” Minhyuk asked as he packed his stuff , the sun was already setting behind the dark horizon and its fiery rays decorating the lilac sky with streaks of a faint pink. Jooheon ran his hand through his pearly hair, feeling his fingers feel like sandpaper after holding the pencil for such a long time.
“I think I got the story now, I can maybe go online for the symbolism and all that. But maybe we could meet up tomorrow or Wednesday, just to compare what we’ve written and prepare the presentation? We did get paired up kind of last minute, so… ”Jooheon trailed off, trying to use every opportunity he could grasp to work on this assignment. Tuesday tomorrow would be their only day off this week, apart from the weekend, and Minhyuk seemed nice. So working with him wouldn’t be an issue.
The brunette smiled and nodded, flinging his bag over his shoulder. There the heavy weight was. The knots in his back worsened, time to book another physiotherapist-appointment. “Sounds good, meet at my place? If that’s okay for you, of course, ”
“Yeah, I don’t mind. Then, uh, your number? ”Jooheon asked and handed Minhyuk his phone, he was yet again entranced. He could swear the elder looked like Edward from just the things that the mask could show, but he refused to believe it. Why would a swimmer, a quite likeable and capable boy, use his Fridays to entertain strangers? It didn’t make sense to Jooheon, and for a reason.
Lee Minhyuk was not Edward Lee.
Jooheon knocked on the wooden door with his knuckles, the bone stinging from knocking too hard. His hair was tied up in a bun, and he couldn’t bother wearing lenses either. If it meant looking homeless to a very cute boy, who may have had very similar characteristics to Jooheon’s favourite camboy, then so be it. The nose pads of his thin glasses irked his nose bridge; he had to keep fixing it so it didn’t leave a red mark. The sun was shining, yet the frosty wind brought the embarrassing red tint to taint his nose. His lips might as well have blue undertones; he really should’ve worn a bit more chapstick. Hearing the door open, it was odd how Jooheon’s smile came so naturally.
His loose black shorts showed off his slender and muscular legs, his white sweater hanging loosely off his shoulder and exposing his deep collar. Minhyuk’s hair was slightly messy, a few strands poking out of his chestnut hair. The smoothness of his skin made it look like shining porcelain, the sun reflecting his skin like a natural highlight. His brown eyes were slightly puffy, the faintest redness underneath his lower lashline.
“Hey, come in. I just finished cleaning, make yourself at home, ” Minhyuk’s rough voice spoke and his small fist rubbed his eyes, poor thing must be tired. Jooheon nodded and carefully went inside, the smell of vanilla chai lingering in the very big apartment. The walls were an off white, small paintings hanging on the walls. They seemed of the contemporary kind, a few who reminded Jooheon of froissage.
“I like your place, the paintings too,” Jooheon shyly complimented, taking off his shoes quickly and following the elder into the living room.
The big window that showed the view over Seoul took him off guard, the small rocking chair in the corner sitting still with a faux fur pillow on top. The interior was simple, mostly a light grey mixed with black accessories like pillows or even candles. It was such an aesthetic sight, and so Minhyuk. A big portrait of a woman, what seemed to his brother, his father and Minhyuk himself hung above the fireplace. The integrity, privilege and all-round intimidation oozed from the photo, Minhyuk must’ve been in his teens, his brother’s youth was only shown by his height and more youthful features. His mum was tall and quite beautiful, the same could be said about his dad.
“It’s nice here.”
“Thank you, it’s only temporary until my parents come back from Latvia. It’s actually theirs, but they let me stay here whenever I want. Do you want anything to drink or eat?” Minhyuk spoke, the gruffness was starting to fade into his childlike, yet masculine voice. Jooheon only shook his head, and took a seat by the grey sofa, taking out his things. The black throw pillows were on his lap, used as a resting piece for his sensitive elbows. Minhyuk sat on the floor across from him, and before Jooheon could even protest, the elder said he preferred to sit on the floor anyway.
They were so calm when speaking to each other, it was a comforting fear. Jooheon expected him to be the screaming, energetic kid the students always seemed to whisper about. The cotton-haired boy waited for something to trigger the hyperactive little puppy, but the 45 minutes went by with a calm demeanor and an even calmer aura surrounding him.
“Let’s take a short break. I’ll make us some tea, g reen or cinnamon? ”Minhyuk stood up and waited for Jooheon’s response, his legs having a red mark from the buttons on his midnight-black pillow. The other was still down in his book and muttered a small “cinnamon”, and the elder couldn’t help but smile. His eyes would narrow as his finger loosely traced the words he read, tapping two times before writing it onto his laptop. Slightly smiling to himself, he went to his kitchen and made two cups of some relaxing cinnamon tea.
Jooheon was very satisfied with this partnership; he didn’t expect it to go so well. Their presentation looked well so far, only a few pictures were needed and maybe two more slides. Oh and sources as well. It was oddly easy to work with Minhyuk, because he actually contributed with his own insights and didn’t mind having to help a fellow Lee. Saving the presentation and closing his laptop, he stretched his arms and felt his temples hurt.
The letters in his book spun around his head like an agonizing bird, he could really need that cinnamon tea soon. Playing with the pillow while waiting, he took in the breathtaking view of the city. Minhyuk was rich, but not like the other rich kids. He was humble, and he seemed to appreciate the things he was given, a few of the attributes the kids at school didn’t have.
“Be careful, it’s hot. And I don’t know if you add stuff to your tea, so I didn’t add any. Hope that’s okay, ” Minhyuk placed the matte black cup on the table, slightly irked over not bringing the coaster with him. Sitting next to Jooheon on the couch, he leant back and sipped on the tea. The spiciness from the cinnamon left an interesting feeling in his tongue, like a bee sting but less painful. Despite that, the aftertaste had the smallest hint of sweetness leaving a satisfied Minhyuk. His hands took in the warmth from the cup, the heat being a nice kind of sting.
Jooheon sipped on the tea as well, missing the small teaspoon of honey he himself always added. As his eyes travelled away from the steam that fogged his sight, he noticed a small scar peek from Minhyuk’s right knee. It wasn’t too deep, but the contrast between the pale stitches and the discoloured area was apparent. The memento must’ve been created by surgery, seeing how the stitches were a tell-tale sign that he went to the hospital.
“How did you get that scar?” Jooheon asked and put his tea on the table, annoyed over not having a coaster to place it on. Bringing his legs off the ground and crossing them, he lazily looked at it with slight interest.
The elder looked at his scar and cleared his throat, shifting his body towards Jooheon’s. Also crossing his legs, he took a small sip before explaining. “I had knee surgery not too long ago, it’s from that. Kind of sucks since I swim and it aches sometimes," He added, and Jooheon was lost in staring at his scar. The younger could SWEAR Edward had the same scar, same placement of the scar itself and stitches. Call him a creep, but after watching the camboy since he first began, these small details were picked up naturally. He was so lost in his own thoughts, his mind kept circling around the same question.
“Is Minhyuk Edward Lee?”
“Uh, s-sorry. I didn’t mean to stare. But does it happen often? The pain,” Jooheon broke out of his daydream and looked up at his face, who smiled lightly. His teeth were so straight and white, Minhyuk’s eyes would form small crescents that was brighter than the sun that shone through the huge window.
“It’s okay, but sometimes. It’s rare, but I just hope it doesn’t happen while I swim,” He explained further and just then Jooheon had finally confirmed his unofficial and once doubtful hypothesis.
Minhyuk blinked.
The uneven blink. The Edward Lee characteristic that was unique to only him, Minhyuk just happened to possess the same trait. Jooheon’s eyes widened, and he got a little closer to Minhyuk’s face, whispering a small “blink again” and observed. The elder was stunned from the closeness and blinked to process what was happening, getting scared when Jooheon was suddenly at the other side of the couch.
“Y-you... him... how?” He stumbled, too dumbfounded to comprehend the twist of events.
“Jooheon, you seem a little... scared, ” Minhyuk was so unsure of what to say, picking up his cup of tea to drink a little. Maybe the lack of sweet spice would make it easier to understand this twist of events.
“YOU’RE EDWARD LEE! RIGHT?!” Jooheon screamed out loud, Minhyuk almost spilled the hot liquid all over his face from the scare. Hissing at the liquid stinging his lip, it took him a few seconds to process what Jooheon had cried out. Fuck. No no no, how? His mask was his trademark, yet he was barefaced. There could be no chance he knew, the brunette was careful. Maybe he could save himself.
“Who?” Minhyuk naturally lied, trying not to let the fear of being exposed show on his poker face. How did he find out? Minhyuk had managed to keep the last five months completely hidden behind the mask in his room.
“No, don’t. I-I’m so sure. Now that I think of it, your voice also sounds like him. Your knee... your blink... oh God your hair. You are Edward Lee. I’m fucking sure you are, ” Jooheon collected himself and had the silliest smile on his face. He wasn’t crazy, he was just right for a change. Just envisioning the confident muse behind the screen with the boy in front of him, the similarities fit together like a puzzle. His lips, his nose and especially his eyes. Jooheon didn’t know how to feel, because he never expected the thought he had in his mind to be true.
Minhyuk had already given up, this boy seemed to have his facts right. Drinking the tea to both keep his cool and to ask a few questions, he had to think. How could he make Jooheon shut up about this? If anyone found out, in this country, it wouldn’t end well. It could mean getting kicked out of the swimming team, less job opportunities and being seen as a disgrace to his family. The family he loved so much, but just didn’t give him what he could only get as Edward Lee. Disconnecting his lips from the ceramic cup, he held it with both of his hands and turned to the younger.
“So... I assume you’re a fan?” Minhyuk tried to sound as natural as he could, his eyes attempting to decipher Jooheon’s body language. His chest felt like it was being weighed down by his one true fear in his career , his throat was being strangled by this snake that tightened for every second. He was still leaning back with his forearms by his side for support, and his hair tie started to loosen and let those white locks be free. His hair was still swept back, his tan skin contrasting it. His face was impossible to read, he looked both happy and confused. The boy then proceeded to nod slowly, only making Minhyuk take a bigger sip of his tea. This was just perfect.
“I-I won’t tell anyone, if you thought I would,” Jooheon mumbled, audible and loud enough for the other to hear. Knowing his reputation, both as an athlete and camboy, the discrepancy would only lead to a depressing aftermath for the boy with a secret. Sitting up straight and drinking from the tea, the steam wasn’t fogging his eyes this time. The liquid was lukewarm, the smallest sting from the cinnamon being the only ‘heat’ coming from the drink. Jooheon could only keep his gaze at Minhyuk while drinking, still feeling baffled over the discovery. This fear that this was just a dream or his mind playing games, this fear showed in his eyes.
Minhyuk felt the snakes slowly loosen their grip around his chest, setting his cup down. Smiling lightly to Jooheon, his label changed. He was no longer just another classmate or even partner, no. A fan. He knew he had them, but not that he would be able to meet them. That was perhaps the saddest aspect of living as a camboy for Minhyuk, you could never meet the people who left you sweet comments or even sent the site ’s currency that would later be turned into money. Yes, some of them were downright creeps, but that wasn't what he focused on. His focus were the people who helped Minhyuk with his confidence and even feed his greed for attention and praise. He had one of those helpers in front of him, but could he trust him?
“Let’s just continue working, mmhm? We can talk later, ” Minhyuk spoke after having one last sip of his tea, Jooheon only nodded and followed his orders. Setting the cup back on the table, a wet ring forming on the maple table. Taking a piece of paper and wiping it off, the young boy placed the cup on top of the paper to prevent any other stains. The brunette studied his movements and couldn’t help his smile; it was as if he knew. His mind was still trying to sort out his thoughts on this situation, if he could trust Lee Jooheon.
Jooheon focused on his task, writing his manuscript whilst Minhyuk constructed the PowerPoint. The quiet between them was different than before, even though the scenery and people were the same. It was a tense silence, the one that lurks behind you before scaring you. The elder ’s fingers were trembling from not being able to think of his alter-ego being discovered , and that by someone who could spill to the public at any given moment. There was this comforting thought in the crook of his frightened mind, that maybe Jooheon wouldn’t tell and that he had the decency to keep it between them.
Yet that isn’t what Minhyuk wanted to believe.
“Okay, is there something I can do to keep your mouth shut about this?” Minhyuk slammed his laptop shut and blurted out, wanting to get it over with. Did he have to suck dick? Maybe even a handjob? Whatever it was, he needed to let this happen quickly so he could focus. He had a meeting with CCam on Saturday, this presentation, swimming practice and having to buy new camera equipment. His camera was fine, but he also wanted to improve the quality which was why he needed a new one. It was too much on his small plate, this was enough to make the tower of stress collapse.
Jooheon blinked at the request, trying to remember how he clearly specified he wouldn’t tell anyone. "I did tell him, right? Why would I even say anything? I wouldn’t get anything out of it, ” he thought to himself, clearing his throat when seeing the impatience in Minhyuk’s eyes. The exasperation in his pursed lips only showed that he really didn’t believe Jooheon, which hurt a little. He was his biggest fan, why would he jeopardize his future? Half-closing his laptop, he fumbled with his thumbs as he stuttered his response.
“I-I don’t need anything, I won’t tell,” Jooheon lied through his teeth, but the sincerity was hidden in his words. Yes, he wouldn’t tell, no one would be that cruel to do something that horrendous. That was the truth hidden in his lie, and you can guess what the lie is. Jooheon did have a wish one month into first watching Edward Lee. Probably not a unique wish, maybe not even difficult to do. However, Jooheon’s voyeuristic nature had triggered the filth in him and planted the idea inside his head.
“Please, you probably want somethi-”
“Saturday. I want to watch you livestream, in the same room as you, ” Jooheon exclaimed almost immediately, not quite knowing if his sentence was coherent. Seeing Minhyuk’s look of surprise indicated that it sentence was understandable, which made the younger feel nastier over his request.
“I’ll be behind the camera. I won’t disturb or anything," he added quickly and brought his hands in front of him as if to say “no worries”, when in reality, he let his fantasy become real. His mind could only imagine how it would be to sit behind the camera and watch the things he would only be able to see behind a pixelated screen, but it would happen in front of his very eyes.
Minhyuk had to process this information once again, he wanted to what now? Sighing to himself, he was content of not having to perform anything sexual. Or it was sexual, but Jooheon wouldn’t touch him with his pretty hands. Besides, how different could it be from regular broadcasts? The only difference would be that the viewer was with him in the same room and observing Minhyuk’s every move, and perhaps jacking off. It did intrigue the camboy a little, Taking a full gulp of his tea, the liquid running down his throat and warming his cold insides,he nodded slowly.
“Fine. Saturday, 9.30 PM. Don’t be late.”
Saturday, 9.50PM
Jooheon sat behind the camera of the dimly lit room, the red fairy lights hanging above him. The blood-red balls had the sunset orange light within them, filling the room with its beautiful hue. They were in the basement, not Minhyuk’s parents' basement to be specific. If it was, that fact alone would make it impossible for Jooheon to look at the room the same way without picturing Minhyuk's parents...you get it.
There was a bed pressed into the right corner, big enough to have a threesome. Just a few inches away from the camera’s eye was a small device. It was his toy to use in today’s broadcast, laying on a sheet of a handkerchief. It looked so innocent, until it was turned on. What was a white duvet, now had a neon-like colour from the fairy-lights and the small night light shining behind the camera. It was such a mysterious concept, this room. This was the real red room, yet it was so much better.
Minhyuk was in his bathrobe, the golden embroidery on the end of his sleeves and on the tie. The younger knew which robe it was, and God it looked so good on him. The tight knot hugged his waist and made his backside look curvier, the gold accents adding to the ‘expensive-bitch’ effect. As he bent down and tried to focus the camera, Jooheon could only observe behind him. How his legs peeked out of the soft white material, so thin and delicate. He was N-A-K-E-D under that robe, yet his ass had never looked better. It may be small, but might as well say there were two cantaloupes inside that robe.
“I have to start in ten minutes, and this camera won’t fucking focus. Jooheon, could you sit on the bed? Keep an eye on the monitor and tell me when it’s in focus,” Minhyuk turned around and ordered, snorting when catching Jooheon checking out his behind. This boy.
The younger blushed furiously and swiftly walked to the bed, sitting close enough to see the monitor. This was a fan’s dream, to sit on the bed of THE Edward Lee. It was soft and felt like the curve of a rose petal, and the white duvet wasn’t too rough. Staring at the monitor that was aligned with the camera, he kept a close eye to see when it was in focus on him.
Minhyuk was being light with his hand movements when trying to focus, flicking his hand towards Jooheon to make him move farther in. As the camera tried to focus on Jooheon, Minhyuk heard the alarm go, informing him he had five minutes left. Fixing the lens one last time, he let out a breath of relief when Jooheon gave him a thumbs up.
“Looks good on the monitor,” the younger clarified and got off the bed to go back to his designated spot behind the device. Sitting on the burgundy puff chair, he watched as Minhyuk took out his masquerade mask and put it on. Going to the mirror and adjusting it, Jooheon knew he wasn’t in the same room as Lee Minhyuk any longer.
He was with Edward Lee.
Minhyuk changed, he wasn’t himself any longer. Or he was, but his aura changed to the decadent elegance that was Edward. His robe was un-tied this time, yet the two halves of the robe covered his body front. As his feet danced over to his bed, he looked at Jooheon one last time. There were those eyes, the intensity was much more fatal when having those deep brown eyes stare at you in real life. Bringing his pointer finger up to tell Jooheon to be quiet, the younger gulped. He had a thing for femme fatales, but this homme fatale surpassed Jane Smith and Meredith Johnson. Nodding slightly, he took a deep breath when he heard the buzz coming from the laptop connected to the camera.
It has begun.
Jooheon didn’t bother to look anywhere else, not even at his own laptop that had the site up. The comments rolled in, everyone was complimenting his Versace robe. But Jooheon only knew that when Minhyuk thanked them, screw his laptop. He was having the experience those fuckers wished they would have, it felt so great to be privileged in this scenario.
“It’s really comfortable, but I also want to take it off. Should I?” He teased, his hand lingering on the upper half of his robe as he showed a small sneak peek of his shoulder. Nothing special. Nevertheless, the viewers went apeshit over the tiny view of his bare shoulder.
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He’s wearing my tuition bill, rent and future taxes on his damn body hmmmph
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“Oh? Then I can keep it on; you seem to love it. Then maybe I can decide what to use today,”He chuckled, and it only made Jooheon want him even more. Anything that left that boy’s mouth was heavenly and the missing piece from the Bible. It just radiated happiness and the way his cheeks would reflect the light from the red fairy lights. His hand picked up the mini-vibrator, Jooheon felt his breath hitch. Despite knowing Minhyuk would use the vibrator, just seeing him hold it brought back those wonderful memories.
Minhyuk let the two halves of his robes part ways and reveal his bare body, which seemed to have a small luster to it. Small particles shone in the light, and Jooheon felt like Bella in Twilight. He wasn’t real, he was only a vision of Jooheon’s mind. A dream. That’s what Minhyuk must’ve been, a dream. Jooheon bit his lip as he let his eyes feast with the angel that hid behind a black mask. The reflection of the light made the sparkles dance across his body, his collars seemed to have the most on it. It only accentuated the details on his chest, which made him look ten times more ethereal.
“Ah, I look like those vampires. I tried a lotion, and it had sparkles in it. I’m awfully talkative today, I’m so sorry,”The camboy spoke as he changed position to let his face be up close to the camera, his hand let the device glide in.
“I-fuck-did something. For each Cherry I receive, it’ll vibrate. The more Cherries, the more intense it gets. Ready to play?” He shivered as he felt the small vibrator inside him, aching with its thickness. At any given moment it would start shaking uncontrollably, stimulating the camboy with its tingles and ability to stir all the different points of his insides. Smiling his Edward Lee smile, he felt the sudden vibration take him off guard. He didn’t have any time to rest before the second vibration started, the anguish inside him only made him harder.
Jooheon didn’t know this was even possible, but just seeing Minhyuk’s shrieks move his soul with its range and sweet huskiness. It was a strategic way to get more Cherries, which eventually led to more money. Was Minhyuk, or Edward, like the others after all? Was he also money hungry, a show off and a complete narcissist? The watcher didn’t want to believe so, but he then remembered who was behind the camera. It was the worker for a company, who just did his job. The vibrator must’ve been from CCam, seeing how it was a way to earn money and also satisfy his viewers’ needs. His screams and small trembles were the result of a smart investment.
Jooheon bit his thumb as he got even more intrigued towards Minhyuk, and how many layers there were to just one boy. There was a thin layer of innocence, a thick layer of fatalness and other layers that perfectly summarized Lee Minhyuk. Seeing how the camboy’s moans and his eyes welled up, the amount of Cherries must’ve been crazy. There was a muted sound of the item vibrating, it was similar to the sound of a whole flock of bees. Jooheon then noticed his pupils look up through his lashed and at the cotton-haired boy, the glassiness and the apparent lust in his eyes directing itself towards the voyeur.
“Why is he looking at me like that, and why do I like it?” Jooheon couldn’t break the stare as his thoughts kept asking that exact question, feeling his boxers tighten. He wanted to look away for the first time; it felt dangerous to look. For every second, he was sucked deeper into his stare and he was under Minhyuk’s spell. The small view of his glistening chest that also covered a part of his face, how the sultry look that was shown from his mask made him breathtakingly threatening. They didn’t break eye-contact, even when Minhyuk wanted to close his eyes to stop the tears from running down his cheek.
The elder never planned people to actually send Cherries, and not in huge amounts. He wanted to bury his head down in his bed and let his moans be muffled. The precum dripped from his tip and the vibrations might as well rip his ass apart. Yet, despite the need to hide his face, he couldn’t help give Jooheon the look. Minhyuk wanted him so badly, he wanted the younger too badly it hurt. He noticed how the comments would point it out, and that they suspected someone was in the room with him. They were right, and this presence was desired so badly by the camboy.
Using his shaky arms to pull himself up a little, just enough so Jooheon could see his lips, and he felt the sweat trickle down his neck. A weak groan was heard when a viewer sent 600 cherries, but he had to recompose himself. He wanted the vibrator out and something else inside him. His light-pink lips licked themselves one time and just when he saw Jooheon’s eyes fixating themselves on them, he mouthed “do me” as slowly and comprehensively as he could. Laughing at how the younger showed his face and obvious worry of being shown to thousands of people, Minhyuk whipped his head to the same drawer he kept his black masquerade mask in.
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I’m new, is this normal???
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I think he’s talking to someone, which is weird considering he told us he keeps to himself during livestreams. *Sent 575 Cherries*
Jooheon didn’t hesitate one second; he jolted off the chair and to the cupboard. The dim lights made it a challenge to see the contents of the drawer, his hand was running through the items in the hopes of grabbing something that could remotely feel like a mask. He felt a small string, and the string led up to what he hoped could be a mask. Yanking it up and breathing out when seeing it indeed was, he quickly put it on. Finding a small condom as well, he inspected it to see if it wasn’t expired or had any holes. After confirming its longevity, he grabbed it and held it inside his desperate hands.
The mask was also dark, black when Jooheon brought it up to an area with more light. It wasn’t as decorative as Minhyuk’s, yet the small black rhinestones that were evenly spread over the mask seemed to me enough for Jooheon’s minimalistic self. There was what seemed like a spade on top of the mask, small and soft enough to not bother him when he wore it. It had a leathery feel to it, his finger smoothly slid across it as he felt the mask he was wearing. Turning to Minhyuk, who was taking out the vibrator and throwing it to the side, Jooheon unbuttoned his pants before throwing it to the side as well.
It was as if the camera was their stage, Jooheon was intent on giving a stellar show. He climbed onto the bed, smirking when he saw how Minhyuk mewled while positioning himself. Lifting his ass up, the robe covering it, Jooheon let his finger get inside him to loosen him up, a pitched whimper was heard in the sexual silence and deafened the vibrator that didn’t stop vibrating. The younger leaned in towards Minhyuk’s face and stared at the camera arrogantly; it was as if he showed the finger to all those viewers.
“Hurry, please,” The camboy pleaded desperately, and Jooheon could only smirk after lightly kissing his cheek.
Pulling back and ripping the condom packet before putting it on, the cotton-haired boy lifted the covering part of the robe. Minhyuk lifted his ass higher; his thighs were trembling from the effect of the tiny vibrator. Taking his dick in his hand, Jooheon suavely pushed it inside Minhyuk, and the elder’s hand clenched his bedsheet when feeling his walls spread slowly and painfully. The brunette felt his throat close when his head threw itself back from the impact. As the entire length was inside him, Minhyuk felt his hands slightly loosen up and his was now Jooheon’s.
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Jooheon felt this twisting feeling of hunger inside him, the famine causing his thrusts to exclude the care of not hurting Minhyuk. Despite the condom being uncomfortably tight, the tightness inside the camboy made it feel a bit better. It felt surreal, just a week ago he dreamt about having his hands placed on the curve of his waist and squeeze it lightly. And here he was, doing exactly that, living the fantasy he thought would be one with the darkness. His pelvis moved at a swift speed, having small slow breaks when needed, the deviation of speed only making Minhyuk even more ecstatic.
The skin slaps made the viewers do a double-take; they had to process what was happening in front of their own eyes. That’s what Minhyuk would do if his favourite camboy suddenly got fucked live. Nevertheless, he had to uphold his reputation. Looking into the camera, he felt the material of his mask slightly irritate the corners of his eyes, the only thing that showed how the agony took him to Seventh Heaven.
“S-shit you’re h-hu-mmmhm,” Minhyuk stammered and felt a sharp sting inside him make his thighs tremble even more. His lips felt so dry, his tongue roaming around the dryness and biting it hard, to both moisten them up a little and to not scream his heart out
It felt so wrong to do it live, this WAS porn. But what could he do when Jooheon sat there, biting his thumb and looking like a carved Asmodeus. Just minutes before the broadcast, he was indifferent on having someone observe him. It wasn’t anything special; he was already used to having thousands of people watch him so how would having one in the room be any different? However, as he did his thing and his eyes rose up to look at Jooheon, he had never felt that type of way before. He wanted him so badly. And did he regret his decision to let his own fan fuck him in his 500 USD Versace Baroque robe?
Don't be stupid, of course not.
The way Jooheon thrusts perfectly hit the right spots, his hands running down his soft thighs in soft strokes. Minhyuk’s erogenous zones were extra sensitive, his neck tingling for no apparent reason. He felt the ties of his robe touch his calf as they slowly moved with the top’s pace. Small whimpers and heavy sighs were the background music to their lustful escapade, the heaviest sigh so far was heard when Minhyuk’s hair was being pulled back by Jooheon. The younger took this chance to go rough and let his hips move according to their own fast pace. The sudden cold only hit his hands, the sleeves of the robe warming him with its soft material.
“Arrgh, shit,” Minhyuk hissed when the two types of pains hit him at the same time, his stretched body being the only things the viewers could see. The audience couldn’t look away, despite wanting to exit the site. They all had their own visions of how it would be to be in the other masked boy’s position, to be the one doing Edward Lee. And now that it was happening in front of their very eyes, the blood rushed to their lower half faster than running cheetahs, as they got much more than what they expected. His vulnerability was on a different level, and seeing his chest glisten as his Adam’s Apple bobbed up and down from trying to breathe. The gold decor from his robe blended with the luster on his skin, they had never seen anything this beautiful before.
The masks could fall at any given moment, but neither of them cared. Jooheon used his free hand to let his hand stroke Minhyuk’s thigh, letting go of his hair to lean over his body again. Pressing a small kiss on his neck, he let his thrusts slow down as he took in the exhausted huffs coming from the other.
“Keep going please,” The camboy seductively whispered, the slow thrusts making his sighs sound more calm and sensual. Shaking his head, he stared at the camera and arrogantly smirked.
“We must give the viewers a real show.”
Kissing a tender spot on his neck, he grabbed Minhyuk’s arms and pulled him up. The skin was soft like butter, Jooheon’s lips smoothly being able to glide over his shoulder. Holding his arms tightly so he wouldn’t fall, the closeness combined with their sweaty selves, Feeling the walls close in on his dick, the younger bit his lip when he saw how the robe fell down to his elbows. Minhyuk suddenly seemed so much more like a princess, the view of his strong back made the younger want to see him in a dress. The elder’s head rested on Jooheon shoulder, his stuttered whimpers hypnotising Jooheon and filling his ears with even more lust.
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“M-meet, fuck, Jax. He, ah-” “No need to say anything, they’ll know who I am later,”Jooheon interrupted Minhyuk’s attempt to introduce his pseudo, Jax. Jax Lee, he liked that and maybe a little too much. It fell so naturally off the elder’s tongue, did he secretly have a camboy name for Jooheon all along? It didn’t matter, what mattered was how Minhyuk’s ass was literally two cantaloupes. The plump part that really lifted his glutes just made it so much better to fuck him senseless, which is what he was doing. Right. Now. His body had a feminine touch to it, may it be his small waist or even his narrow shoulders.
It felt... fucking amazing. Having a bigger dick, having it pound his insides with such power and eagerness that Kihyun never had. His head was off Jooheon’s shoulder and hung lowly as he accepted the treatment he was receiving. All the viewers could see was the camboy’s chest rising and his hair bouncing from the pounding. The elder’s moans were rocky as his bed creaked from the rigid movements that could break the bed at any given moment. He had never felt this powerless, yet he liked it. Losing his ability to move and being taken control over, the only way to move was if he yanked his arms away. But Minhyuk would never, especially since it felt so damn good to be Jooheon’s bitch.
The upper part of the robe was on his elbows instead of his shoulders, and the elder really didn’t want to cum with his favourite robe on. But the feeling of releasing crept up on him and made the sweat trickle down his chest, the coldness making it tickle extra much.
“I-I’m gonna c-co-ome, urgh.” Minhyuk managed to get out in between moans, feeling his arms losing the strength that was slowly sucked by Jooheon. The empty feeling in his chest made it difficult to even move without every motion seeming like he ran a 10K.
Jooheon panted when he also felt the need to cum, the feeling of tightness getting gradually bigger for each thrust. “Fuck, why did have to end so soon? Might as well make this one worth it. ”Jooheon thought to himself and pulled Minhyuk’s arms a little farther back, not wanting his chest to break contact with the other’s back.
Their exhales were a mix of a stammering curses and fatigued whimpers, the precum made the condom feel wetter and tighter than usual. He could see the drops of tears linger in the corner of Minhyuk ’s eye , using every inch of his nearly drained energy to let the screams be worth it.
“Scream for me, baby.” Jooheon whispered in his ear, the leather of his mask clinging onto his face annoyingly. Minhyuk could only whimper, the power in his voice trying to crawl its way up to his lips. He felt the need to release get closer, and seeing how his ass could be ripped apart soon, Jooheon must also be close. His robe failed to keep him warm, the only warmth he had was from his G-Spot shooting small shots of heat. G-Spot. Just the thought of how his G-Spot was yet to be hit, Jooheon pulled his hips far back and took all his energy before thrusting once. Once was all that was needed for Minhyuk to shriek, the cum shooting out everywhere.
“G-god, agh.” The camboy panted when feeling drained, the trembles from Jooheon signified he had also used all his power up. His throat hurt slightly, and his arms went numb.
“C-camer-ra... off. ”Minhyuk tried to say, and Jooheon could only smile at how cute he was.
“Don’t worry, let m-me.” The younger panted and lowered the elder’s body down before leaning over to the camera. Seeing the comments tell them to keep going, he looked at the boy beneath him. His hair was sweaty, and the glisten from his sweat and body luster made it seem like he was fucked by Tinkerbell. If Tinkerbell had white hair, deep dimples and a condom that could break at any moment from the amount of cum that was in there.
“Until next time... sunshines. ”
Then the camera turned off.
Ah Monday.
We all hate Mondays, right?
The start of another dreadful week with even more dreadful people. Having to wait six days before he could relieve himself, and then repeating the same cycle. Jooheon’s mind didn’t have this pessimistic thought any longer, he felt fulfilled to live through the week. Last Saturday kept replaying in his mind, it seemed like it was something he had dreamt. It was a scene from his dream that was too vivid, the negative part of him wanted to make him believe it wasn’t real. For the first time, he was optimistic. He wanted to study; he felt energetic enough to last the rest of the school year. Hell, he felt motivated to do well on the presentation.
The presentation. He had to meet Minhyuk again, after leaving his place at 3 AM. After their little session, they both showered together. And that only meant Minhyuk sucking Jooheon with the hot water cascading down and eradicating the sweat down the drain. The younger was pretty sure he was drained for liquid. The way the water covered his forehead , and the only visible thing from Jooheon ’s perspective was the hollows of his cheeks as his lips were wrapped around his di-”You’re in school , focus. ”
The boy’s mind spoke and snapped itself out of the thought process, trying to focus on getting to the library. He had gotten a message from Ms. Bang that the presentations got pushed to this week, so the two boys had to work. Seeing Minhyuk in one of the single rooms the library had, he had to think of how to approach him.
Jooheon had already established that he had to act normal, because he knew this was a one-time thing. It was a spur-of-the-moment type of thing, right? That was at least how he interpreted it, they didn’t have the chance to talk. Yes, it was an amazing (really amazing) experience, but could something come out of it? The mask was when Edward came to life, but was it him he looked forward to work with or was it Minhyuk? There was this apparent confusion in him that made him wonder exactly who he enjoyed being with. Was it positive and calm Minhyuk or charismatic and passionate Edward?
“Just go in, go with the flow,” Jooheon muttered to himself, holding the strap of his bag tightly as he entered the room. Minhyuk looked up and smiled lightly, a smile which Jooheon reciprocated.
Minhyuk wanted to talk about it, but he knew the boy knew it was a one-time thing. That’s what it was, right? The brunette often wondered what Jooheon really felt about him, and not Edward. He knew that the white-head adored Edward, but he was only an alter-ego. What about Lee Minhyuk, the swimmer and bright boy? Which only brought him to Jax, the alter-ego he created for Jooheon. Did he... like Jax?
“Ah, I’m getting ahead of myself. I’ll just let things happen naturally." Minhyuk erased his somewhat pessimistic thoughts and cleared his throat.
“Ready to work?”