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Monday 10am
Kei Tsukishima had never been so stressed in his life. Sure, starting university had been a swift kick in the balls when he got here 3 years ago, but it was nothing compared to a Global Pandemic.
Of course, if he’d just gone to college like a normal person instead of taking a year or two off like a freak he wouldn’t be having this problem right now. But he was a freak. And now he had to do his final year of university through ugh. Video. Chat.
Stupid.
On the upside, he could now mute people, something he'd often wished for in real life conversation. On the downside, he was long overdue for his first real “college hookup” and not just a hasty make-out session in the back of a bar. But now that he wasn’t allowed to leave his dorm, he had no way to go about it. Kei didn’t have his “friends” to drag him to clubs and make him talk to strangers anymore. How the fuck would he meet anyone if he wasn’t forced to by the people he tolerated?
He plopped down in his desk chair, disgusted that he was already starting to miss commuting, of all things. He adjusted the blank notebook and new highlighters on his desk before clicking on the link for his first day of class. He recoiled when a million tiny bubbles filled his screen, each sporting a student’s moving face as they signed-on. He sighed. He had to take this class this semester. A giant lecture with over 200 people in it. Even though he was about to graduate. Goddamn it.
He took a swig of his coffee, shuddered at the gross, bitter taste, and readied himself, pencil poised over a crisp new sheet of paper. However, as soon as the professor opened her mouth, Kei found that he likely wouldn’t have to take notes for the entirety of this class. She droned on and he sucked down another mouthful of coffee to stay awake. They were going over the syllabus.
Fuck me this is so boring.
He gave it another 2 minutes before tuning her out (he’d read through the syllabus already thank you very much, he wasn’t an idiot) and instead decided to check out what other losers were in this class with him.
His finger moved on its own, absently pinning a video to make it full-screen before clicking to the next person. He cycled through his classmates’ camera views, sizing them up in case any of them ever picked a fight with him (or if Kei wanted to pick a fight with them, either way). Sure, as a kid his height had solved a lot of potential bullying problems, but it wasn’t like he couldn’t send someone home crying with only his silver tongue and sharp wit if he wanted to. He’d done it before and would do it again.
He was thinking back fondly on intimidating Hinata and scaring him half-to-death when his heart stuttered in his chest.
He found someone that was… different. Weird, even. Yeah, that’s why his throat dried up. They were weird.
That person turned out to be “Tadashi Yamaguchi (they/them)” as the digital name tag declared. Oh, they’d included pronouns. Kei wondered if he should have included his own pronouns. Nah. He didn’t want people in this class talking to him at all, so hopefully he wouldn’t even need them. Hell, he wouldn’t even need a name with the amount of interacting he was planning on doing. Which was, you guessed it: zero.
But… he couldn’t click away from Tadashi Yamaguchi. The way they moved was just…
Weird. Yeah, weird. Sure.
They tucked a lock of hair behind their ear and Kei’s eyes were glued to every little movement. It looked so… soft. The movements were graceful. Tadashi Yamaguchi moved their hands like they would float away at any given moment. As if they were suspended in the air. Almost like a bird.
Then he realized how creepy this was. Tadashi didn’t know Kei was watching them like this.
Then he realized that someone could be watching his video in the same way and he would have no way of knowing. Shit, his video. He checked his feed. Damn, he was redder than usual. And it wasn’t because he thought Tadashi was weird.
It was because they were cute. Really cute. And pretty. And just…
Kei would have to see if they would hook up with him after this pandemic thing cleared up.
***
Tuesday 1am
Kei was up to his regular bullshit again. Staying up late to fuck around on the internet was nothing new for Kei, but after his first day of classes he had a headache and somehow he knew that his usual mix of gaming and yelling wasn’t going to do it for him right now. So instead he turned to his other hobby, ASMR.
He tended to overthink situations and his brother wouldn’t let him forget it. It was always “don’t think too hard about it” or “just relax, Kei.” Well Akiteru could go fuck himself. He didn’t need to be told something he already knew.
But actually doing it was a different story.
It was hard.
He couldn’t just shut it off. So, he got help through ASMR. He searched for his favorite type of video: unintelligible whispers. He liked the white-noise aspect. That he didn’t have to focus on anything, just the feeling that someone was there.
The search results populated and to his disappointment, he’d already watched all of the top videos. He could watch them again if he had to, but new videos distracted him better because he wasn’t thinking about what would happen next.
He scrolled down until an unwatched video popped up. Kei had never heard of the creator before. “Starshine.” He didn’t know why he said it out loud to himself in the dark, but he did.
The thumbnail looked... interesting. It was of a pair of well-glossed lips. Kei wished he could say they just looked aesthetically pleasing. But, okay fine the lips were sexy. The video had only been posted yesterday. He decided to give it a shot, adjusting his headphones and getting comfortable in bed. He decided to keep his glasses on and see those lips before he drifted off to sleep.
The screen was mostly black, just a silver microphone. Then someone walked into view, the camera, angled so that only their lips down to their waist was visible.
Kei liked how they moved, careful and slow.
A light blue button-down with a fluffy white cardigan framed a strong chest and delicate shoulders. It looked so soft and warm. Kei wanted to hug them. Which was a strange thought for him. Maybe he was getting sick.
He watched the whole video instead of going to sleep. Their slow, calming movements hypnotized him.
He watched the rest of Starshine’s videos over the course of that week. There were 179 of them. He was going to have to apply for a world record if he kept this up.
The videos were just so good. He always felt relaxed and warm afterwards. And also a little bit turned-on. But he was going to shove that feeling deep down. It was weird to think that just being loved and supported and cared for made him hard. Because that’s what most of Starshine’s videos were like: personal attention videos. No other ASMR affected him like this. It was unsettling. But not unpleasant.
Whatever. The videos helped with his buzzing brain, so he kept watching them. That was all.
***
Friday 4pm
He signed onto his recitation class for the first time. A smaller group that met weekly to discuss themes in the literature or whatever. Kei’s plan was to do the bare minimum and pass with flying colors, just like always.
But it turned out Tadashi Yamaguchi was in this class, too. Shit, maybe he would actually get to talk to them.
Kei sat silently through the class while Tadashi made some terribly compassionate and poetic observations about their Shakespeare reading. Kei couldn’t help the blush that rose in his cheeks.
***
Saturday 11pm
Kei sat in bed, scrolling through his YouTube feed. When a new video by Starshine popped up, he reached for his headphones. “You’re loved” was the title and Kei couldn’t believe he would be watching mushy stuff like this, but at this point he would watch any video by Starshine just to see them again.
They leaned over the mic and whispered, “Hey, it’s me.”
Kei lay back, relaxing into the familiar way their voice seemed to massage his brain.
“I just wanted to make this video…”
Kei took off his glasses and placed them safely out of the way.
“Because some of you have been asking for some comforting words…”
Kei rolled his eyes.
“And I just wanted to give that to you. So,”
Kei wondered if this video was going to be a waste of time.
Starshine scratching the mic sent a small tingle down his neck. “I love you.”
Emotion welled in his throat and Kei felt stupid for it.
“You’re going to be okay.”
It turned out the video wasn’t a waste of time. And now Kei was crying. But it was a good cry. He felt held, like Starshine was reaching through the screen and wrapping him up in their arms.
But then the video ended and the reality that he was alone hit him like a freight train. Then it was a bad cry. He sniffled quietly into his pillow.
Kei had no idea he wanted to be loved so much. Another wave of emotion hit him and tears soaked into the pillow.
***
Sunday 6pm
To Kei’s delight, it turned out that sleeping was one hell of a reset. Just like normal. Good.
He finished his homework quickly and decided to spend the rest of the night watching Starshine again. Why not? It was his time and he could do what he wanted.
After dinner, he thumbed through their uploaded videos, searching for something that wouldn’t make him cry this time. He decided on “Bee Happy” which looked like some cute bee-aesthetic comfort video. That seemed safe.
It was not safe. But this time it was for an entirely different reason. 2 minutes in and Kei was blazing hot underneath his blanket.
Starshine’s lips were wrapped around a honeycomb, sucking on it noisily.
Kei was hard.
Starshine bit down, teeth gliding easily through the golden thing while honey dripped down their pink chin.
Kei was losing his damn mind.
“Oops, haha…” They finished the honeycomb before cleaning up with a washcloth, making an extra effort to produce interesting sounds with the fabric.
The energy was so much hornier in this video than any of Starshine’s other work and Kei had no idea how it hadn’t been age-restricted. Not that he was complaining…
“It’s so messy. Sorry guys.” They whispered.
No, no. Don’t be sorry.
Tingles zinged up his neck when Starshine brought out a little bee-styled plushie and brushed it over the mic.
This is so weird, Kei. He told himself when he wrapped a hand around his dick. You’re so weird.
Starshine seemed to be intentionally riling him up though, because the next thing Kei knew, a voice breathed close to the mic and whispered, “so cute.”
It took Kei a second to realize they were talking about the bee.
“I got this little guy at the market today and he was so cute I couldn’t resist.”
Kei huffed. Why was he so annoyed that Starshine wasn’t talking about him? It was stupid. This wasn’t a two-way thing. He was watching a video. Alone. Stupid.
“Almost as cute as you.” Starshine giggled.
Fuck. Stop it stop it stop it. He stroked himself faster.
Starshine decided now was a good time to lick a new honeycomb.
Kei agreed. He whined when he pictured those plump lips on him instead, leaving a trail of sticky lip gloss in their wake.
Starshine hummed while they ate. Which Kei thought was unnecessary, but his dick sure appreciated it. He was close now.
To Kei’s absolute delight, the next portion of the video was dribbling honey onto Starshine’s hand and then licking it off.
What even is this video? Is this actually supposed to be this suggestive or am I just a fucking perv?
Starshine sucked a whole finger in their mouth and made a noise that sounded absolutely self-aware of what this was doing to Kei.
He wasn’t thinking clearly and his glasses were falling down and he didn’t care. He immediately shoved a finger into his own mouth, matching both his hands to the rhythm of Starshine’s finger. He could almost imagine it was Starshine shoving down his throat. Could almost taste the honey.
“So messy,” they repeated playfully before sucking again, using their tongue in ways that should have been illegal.
Kei couldn’t take it. He stuffed another finger into his mouth. An image of Starshine dribbling honey on him and slowly licking it off flooded his senses.
Starshine made a soft moan and it pushed Kei over the edge.
He came with a silent scream, fisting himself through it.
Fuck.
***
Monday 8am
He was in a significantly better mood. Probably because of the ASMR. Definitely because of the ASMR. Akiteru mentioned it on their monthly phone call. The only way Kei had convinced them to go with monthly instead of daily was because of the hellish time-difference. It still wasn't a very good excuse, but Kei was clinging to it.
“You seem happier, Kei!”
“Okay.” He pushed an eraser around on his desk while he listened to his brother.
“C’mon, who is she?”
He swallowed his tongue, flicking the eraser just a bit too hard and sending it flying to the ground. “What?”
“You can tell me.” He giggled.
Kei was disgusted. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Akiteru was pushy, though. Had been for years. “Bro, I’m not mom. If you want to tell me about your girlfriend or sex life, that’s totally fine! I can take it. Maybe even give you some tips!”
Kei knew that if he hung up Akiteru would just keep calling back until he answered. “Listen, there’s no one. And I don’t know why you think I want to tell you about my intimate life.” I haven’t even told you I’m probably gay.
“See, when you say things like that it makes me think you’ve been hooking up and really want to talk about it.”
Kei contemplated hanging up anyway. But instead he settled for the real reason he’d used in his own head every day to explain why he wasn’t getting any. “There’s a pandemic. We have to stay in our dorms. I wouldn’t put myself in danger like that.”
“Lies.”
Shit, he was right. If Tadashi asked him to hook up, Kei would probably do it. He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. “...Think what you want.”
Akiteru laughed. “I knew it.”
“Knew what?” His brother was particularly exhausting today.
The eyebrow waggle was almost audible. “Oh, you know .”
He really didn’t. “I really don’t.”
Akiteru was about to respond when a sudden shuffling stabbed Kei in the ears. He yanked the phone away. The muffled voice of his mother and Akiteru talking about what to eat for breakfast could be heard lightly. Then Akiteru told her he was on the phone with his brother.
“Hi Kei!” His mother was the only person he knew who could shout softly .
“Hi mom.” He sighed.
The conversation dragged on for another half an hour. They wouldn’t let him go until he’d told his mom everything about his classes (he conveniently left out Tadashi) and said goodbye at least 8 times. To each of them.
He ended the call and to his relief, neither his mom nor his brother tried calling back. He collapsed into his chair. His horny brain thought about trying to find another sexy Starshine video. But it was only 9:30am and he had class soon. So he settled in to look over some notes, counting down the hours until he could see Starshine again.
Pathetic.
It was 9:45 and he boiled water for a coffee. He munched on an apple before starting up his computer.
A few minutes later, he was in class. He pinned Tadashi’s video so that it was full screen, of course. He was watching intently, way past the idea of it being creepy. Tadashi worried their bottom lip between their teeth and Kei’s stomach dropped into his shoes.
Shit. Those lips. Kei knew those lips. He’d jerked off to those same lips last night. He checked again. Fuck.
What the fuck. Apparently Starshine was in his class and was named Tadashi Yamaguchi. What were the chances? Apparently pretty fucking high!
Kei breathed quietly through his nose, mindful of being on camera. He didn’t want to broadcast his unraveling to the 200 people in this lecture.
But his mind was still spinning.
How did they get into ASMR? Did they mean for that honey video to be so sexual? Why didn’t Tadashi wear lip gloss in class? They wore it in every video and it was stunning. Was it all an act? Obviously! He beat himself up. It’s obviously a character!
Kei had no idea what was going on in class anymore. It didn’t matter. He’d finished that week’s homework yesterday.
He exited out of full screen. He couldn’t handle looking at Tadashi right now.
He did some breathing exercises.
He was calm. He was calm. He was--
A private message popped up on his screen.
Tadashi Yamaguchi: Can I talk to you after class?
Kei had to turn off his camera and pace around the room for a few minutes before he could respond. Do they know?! What the hell? No, that’s impossible, Kei, stop it.
Kei Tsukishima: Yes.
He almost didn’t stay. The moment class ended, Kei turned his camera off but reluctantly stuck around, watching students blip out of existence.
When a TA asked if they had any questions, Tadashi stumbled over their words and explained that they wanted to talk to Tsukishima about class stuff and didn’t have any other way to communicate yet. The TA shrugged and signed off.
A notification popped up: Tadashi Yamaguchi has become the host.
Kei turned his camera back on and watched in what he hoped was a non-creepy way while Tadashi nervously fiddled off-camera.
Kei wondered what in the hell they had to be nervous about.
“Do you want to do the group project with me?”
His heart fluttered. Honestly he planned on emailing the prof requesting to do it alone. He didn’t need other people slowing him down. But…
“I know this is kind of out-of-the-blue so you don’t have to! It’s a 2-person project and you seem like the coolest kid in class. Not to mention the smartest. I don’t want to be a burden, but I kind of need a little extra help with--”
“Yes.” Maybe he could make an exception.
“O--oh? Really?”
“Yeah, no problem.” This was the first of many times Kei said yes to Tadashi before thinking.
“Great!” They fixed their hair. Kei was enthralled. “I’m Yamaguchi.”
Oh. Do they prefer Yamaguchi? “Tsukishima. He/him.”
“Oh,” Yamaguchi flushed. “I go by they/them! People don’t usually say their pronouns, so I always feel weird doing it. Thanks!”
“I figured I should since I didn’t put it in my nametag.” He admitted.
Yamaguchi beamed. “You pay attention to that stuff? That’s really sweet of you.”
Tsukishima shrugged. “Common courtesy.”
“Do you text?” Yamaguchi shifted in their chair and started rambling nervously, “because we should probably have a way to talk so that we can meet to talk about--”
“Yes. I text.”
“Cool.” Yamaguchi struggled to keep hair out of their face. “Can I get your number, then?”
Well, this wasn’t the ideal way he wanted to get Tadashi’s phone number, but it was something. “Sure.”
***
Tuesday 9am
Okay, this was really weird.
It hadn’t even been a full 24 hours and Kei was already dying. It wasn’t because Yamaguchi wasn’t texting him. Quite the opposite, in fact. Tadashi was a disgustingly cute texter and his inbox was flooded. They would send a little heart emoji after messages sometimes and Kei’s face would burst into flames.
He hadn’t watched any ASMR videos last night out of pure shame.
Tadashi Yamaguchi: Can we meet up sometime to talk about the project?
Kei: Tomorrow work for you?
He clutched his phone to his chest. This was too much.
***
Wednesday 5pm
Kei waited for Yamaguchi to sign on to the video call. He noticed he was twiddling his fingers and stopped.
“Hey!” They filled up his screen.
“Hi.”
They talked about the project. It was fairly easy, especially since Yamaguchi seemed to just go along with whatever he said. It was all fine until they had nothing more to say about the project. A thick silence hung in the air.
“Would you want to have a weekly study date with me?” Yamaguchi blurted.
Kei’s stomach flipped giddily. “I-- Uh--”
“I’m sorry!” They wrung their hands. “I know you’re probably super busy. I just don’t really get this material at all and I--”
“I’m not busy.” He interrupted. Which was a crime because why would he ever want Yamaguchi to stop talking? Their voice was mesmerizing.
“...Really?”
Yamaguchi’s voice was so hopeful it made Kei’s heart squeeze. He shrugged. “Yeah.”
“Would Fridays after class be okay?”
Kei agreed without even asking how long Yamaguchi wanted to meet for because he didn’t care. He would gladly spend every Friday night with them. It’s not like he was going on dates with anyone else.
***
Thursday 10pm
Kei crumbled and watched a Starshine video. After all the lovey messages Yamaguchi was sending him, he couldn’t stand it anymore.
He was too horny.
He thumbed through the uploads and found their newest video: “Lip Gloss Application and Mouth Sounds.” He shivered. This was so shitty of him. He shouldn’t be doing this.
He clicked on the video.
Yamaguchi’s lips popped up.
“Hey, it’s me.”
Kei knew he was going to hell for what he was about to do.
“I just got a new set of lip glosses, so I wanted to try them out!”
I’m trash I’m trash I’m trash. He stuck his hand down his pants.
“Tell me which one you like the best in the comments and maybe I’ll wear that one next time.”
Oh, Kei would definitely comment. He watched, enchanted, as Yamaguchi carefully applied each one, showing it to the camera proudly in a way that was just so endearing.
Kei loved how happy they were with each result.
He forgot to jerk off because he was so hypnotized by the makeup skills with each product application.
Then Yamaguchi made a comment about one of the colors feeling “sexy” and pulled their bottom lip between their teeth before biting lightly. They made a quivering noise and from there it was over for Kei.
Then he focused on Yamaguchi’s lips and he forgot all about which color was his favorite because he was thrusting into his hand while Yamaguchi made kissing noises at the camera.
I’mtrashI’mtrashI’mtrashI’mtra--ohfuckfuckfuckfuck--
Kei spilled over his hand, the sound of Yamaguchi’s kisses filling his ears.
I hate it here.
***
Friday 10am
Tadashi Yamaguchi: see you tonight! <3
Kei was starting to question whether this was actually a real date or still just a study session because the amount of hearts in Yamaguchi’s messages was starting to raise suspicion.
He hoped it was a real date. But that was most likely his own mind playing tricks on him. People used the term “study date” all the time. He’d heard it used platonically before. Right?
Besides, he didn’t even know if Yamaguchi liked guys. Better safe than sorry. Don’t assume it’s a real date.
He went to classes until it was time to meet up.
He clicked on the meeting link.
Yamaguchi filled his screen a few minutes later.
Kei tried not to feel too guilty about what he’d done last night. It wasn’t working.
“Hey, it’s me!”
Fuck, that’s the opening of their videos.
“Hi. Yeah.” He choked out.
“Sorry I’m a little late, I was filming.”
Kei’s heart dropped through the floor. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I kinda do the whole YouTube thing.” They said bashfully.
Kei decided to ignore the pit in his stomach. “Don’t worry about it. I’m still good to study.”
“Cool!” Yamaguchi beamed and Kei felt like he was getting sunburnt from how bright it was.
Stop being so cute my heart can’t take it. “Okay, so what do you have questions about?”
Yamaguchi fussed with their notebook papers, trying to find the right page. “You’ve already done it?”
“I do all my homework for the coming week on Sunday nights.” Kei explained.
Yamaguchi gaped at him. “Isn’t that, like, hard?”
That’s not the only thing that’s hard.
I really need to shut the fuck up.
“No, not really.” He shrugged.
He watched fondly as Yamaguchi tried to pick their jaw up off the floor. “Oh wow. I figured you were smart but… wow.”
Kei bit his lip and the room felt at least 5 degrees hotter. Yamaguchi thought he was cool. Yamaguchi thought he was cool. “I--it’s not a big deal.”
“Well, I haven’t even started yet, so maybe we could go through it together?” They asked shyly.
Kei agreed a little too quickly.
***
Sunday 5pm
He was doing homework when his phone vibrated.
Tadashi Yamaguchi: Thanks for all your help! I took this week’s quiz and I got 100%!! <3 <3 You’re the best! *hugs*
Kei really needed Yamaguchi to stop playing with him like this.
Kei Tsukishima: np. See you Friday?
Tadashi Yamaguchi: Ya!! Can’t wait! :D Sorry to interrupt your homework day!
Kei Tsukishima: Don’t worry about it.
His head wouldn’t stop spinning and he felt a smile tug at his lips. Fuck.
He was going to cum so hard tonight.
***
Friday 7pm
He was studying with Yamaguchi and the guilt was killing him. Kei was pretty sure he was going to die of shame. He couldn’t stop looking at Yamaguchi’s lips and wondering why the fuck they didn’t wear lip gloss in real life.
“So, are you feeling okay to present on Monday?”
“Yeah, I’m all good! Thank you for all your help. You’re a life-saver!”
Kei’s ears burned. “No problem.”
“I would ask if you’re ready, too, but we both know you’ve had this project done since the day it was assigned.” Yamaguchi said sweetly.
If Kei didn’t think too hard about it, he would think Yamaguchi was flirting with him. But Kei always thought too hard about things. Which is why he needed ASMR in the first place. “I mean--”
Yamaguchi rolled their eyes at him and Kei shut himself up.
After they both put the finishing touches on their presentation, they decided to study for the quiz.
Yamaguchi asked a question every now-and-then while Kei did next week’s homework in advance. Until they asked something that wasn’t about homework.
“Do you know about ASMR?” Yamaguchi said casually.
Kei dropped his pencil.
He picked it back up.
“Yeah.” He started looking like he was busy writing something down. He wasn’t.
Silence.
Kei didn’t know if he'd successfully dodged the topic or not.
“Do... you like it?” Yamaguchi sounded self-conscious and unsure.
Shit. Kei couldn’t meet their eyes. “Yeah.”
“Really?”
He gripped the pencil tightly. “I’ve… actually seen some of your videos.” He said carefully.
Yamaguchi immediately lit up. “Yeah? What did you think??”
Kei flushed. “Good.” He allowed.
Yamaguchi asked which ones he’d seen and Kei felt quite cornered.
“The… honey one.” He decided.
“Oh.” Yamaguchi buzzed excitedly. “I liked making that one a lot!”
“Yeah? That’s good.” He didn’t really know what else to say.
“So, do you have any advice? What did you like? Do you think I should do more eating videos?”
Kei was overwhelmed. Only a short while ago he’d contemplated leaving a comment in the hopes that Yamaguchi might see it. And now here they were asking him for real advice. “I don’t know. It’s not like I paid that close of attention to them.” He heard Akiteru’s words echo in his head: Lies.
“Oh.” Yamaguchi wilted.
Fuck.
“Sorry, yeah. Of course.” They both went back to their homework problems.
Kei felt like shit.
Silence.
He couldn’t keep going like this. “The honey parts.”
Yamaguchi looked up. “Hm?”
Kei took a breath. He struggled to get the words out.“When you licked the honey off your hands… I, um. It was very… good.”
Yamaguchi flashed him a 100-watt smile. “Cool.”
***
Sunday 11:59pm
Kei was getting stressed again. He couldn’t sleep. He knew it was because of the presentation he and Yamaguchi had tomorrow even though there was nothing to be worried about. He and Yamaguchi had it covered. There was nothing to worry about.
But his brain wouldn’t shut off.
He pulled out his phone and headphones.
Maybe Yamaguchi could help him get to sleep.
What a shitty thing to think.
But Yamaguchi had made it pretty clear they were more than okay with him watching their videos.
But he didn’t think they’d be okay with him masturbating to them.
Kei found their channel and searched for the most recent upload. “Honey II.”
Fuck me. If Yamaguchi had done this specifically because Kei had said he liked the honey one…
“Hey, it’s me.”
I’m so going to hell.
“I got a recommendation from a friend that honey was… good.” Yamaguchi smirked at the camera.
Kei bit his lip. What the actual fuck was going on?
“And I liked making the last one so much…”
Kei palmed himself through his boxers.
“So here you go. Enjoy!”
Kei was sure that he would enjoy.
Yamaguchi apologized and said that they didn’t have any more honeycomb right now (Kei didn’t give a fuck) but that they would do their best.
The cute bee made a reappearance. Kei was amused.
Then Yamaguchi pulled out a regular bottle of honey with the labels removed and poured a glob of it on their thumb. Kei watched it dribble down their skin. He tried to imagine what honey would feel like dripping down his own skin. Then Yamaguchi applied the honey like lip gloss.
Kei liked the way it made their lips shine. Almost like golden stardust.
Yamaguchi stuck out their tongue, showing off the back of their throat.
Kei didn’t know why the hell they did that but he wasn’t complaining as his mind suddenly hit him with the image of his dick sliding down that throat. He groaned quietly and humped the air. He couldn’t touch himself. Not when Yamaguchi knew he was watching.
Their tongue slowly rubbed over their lips until no honey was left. They stuck out their tongue again, showing an empty throat again.
Kei thrust into the air again, imagining Yamaguchi’s mouth right there. Taking him down to the hilt. He clamped his mouth shut, leaking into his boxers.
Yamaguchi repeated the process three times.
Kei gripped the sheets to keep from touching himself. His hips kept stuttering forward, though. He couldn’t stop that.
Yamaguchi smeared honey over their lips again and Kei wondered what it would feel like to have honey on his most private parts. Yamaguchi thoroughly licked their lips to get every morsel of honey and Kei pictured Yamaguchi roughly licking every inch of his leaking member to get the honey off. They would have to explore every groove, every bit of him to make sure they hadn’t missed any. What if some of it trickled down, down, down as he lay on his back--
Kei gasped when he thought about Yamaguchi shoving their tongue inside him. He fisted the sheets hard.
That section of the video ended and Kei waited, hazy and vulnerable, to see what else Yamaguchi had in store for him.
Yamaguchi dribbled honey onto their hands and played with the sticky substance.
Kei loved the way they moved their hands. He wanted those hands on him.
“It feels so weird.” Yamaguchi marvelled. “I wish you could feel it, guys.”
Do it, coward. Put honey on me. But only if you promise to lick it off.
Kei’s thought came true because just then Yamaguchi began licking the honey off their hands.
This time, it was worse.
They stuck out their tongue and slowly pressed one finger into their waiting mouth.
Kei was certain YouTube was going to take this video down. He didn’t know on what grounds, but he was pretty sure this had to be breaking several decency laws.
Yamaguchi continued pushing into their mouth until the finger was fully in their throat. No gagging.
Kei gave in. He plunged his hands into his boxers and began playing with himself. Not enough to be satisfactory. He wanted this to last. He wrapped one hand around himself loosely and the other traveled down to press against his hole.
Yamaguchi pushed the finger in and out in a motion that looked suspiciously like it wasn’t just a finger.
This was so much.
Yamaguchi started adding fingers.
Kei bucked into his hand and huffed when his rim tightened against his finger.
Yamaguchi sucked on the fingers until the honey was gone.
Kei just about lost it when Yamaguchi started on the other hand.
This was going to be a long night.