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“Okay,” Changbin says into the camcorder, arms out adjusting the angle on the tripod.
It’s dim in the room, candles casting an orange glow over their bodies.
Behind Changbin is Hyunjin, stretched out across the bed.
“Does it look good?”
Changbin adjusts the camcorder one more time. Skewed, just a little, but that's how Hyunjin wants it.
Authentic, he’d said. It should be a little messy. It makes it sexier.
We’ll be having sex on camera. Isn’t that sexy enough? Changbin had responded.
Hyunjin had just grinned at him, all white teeth and dark eyes.
Now, Changbin tilts the camera to a 5-degree angle and hits the record button.
The camcorder screen is flipped to face the bed for easy monitoring, and all it captures for now is the bare skin of Changbin’s chest and the bulge of his biceps.
He steps back and watches it automatically adjust to the darkness of the room, the orange and yellows dripping in saturation.
“Is it recording?”
Changbin turns around, stepping towards the bed. “Yup. You sure you wanna do this, still?”
Hyunjin nods, pushing up on his elbows. He spreads his legs for Changbin to settle between.
“Pretty thing,” He sits on his knees between Hyunjin’s legs, letting his hands find his hips, covered by his robe. It’s a slinky little thing, black silk and falling only to the middle of his thighs. It was part of a lingerie set he bought ages ago, long sat unworn in the closet.
“You like it?” Hyunjin’s eyes are already heavy, low lids.
He’s so gorgeous it physically hurts sometimes, painful where it swells up in his chest.
“Yeah, I like it, baby,” He grins, thumbing over the black silk. He trails his hands down to feel the lace trim, rubs it between his fingers. He can tell where Hyunjin is starting to get hard, the way the robe falls over the bulge of his cock.
“Touch me,” Hyunjin breathes. He pushes the robe off his shoulders, letting it pool around his waist.
Changbin swallows, mouth watering from Hyunjin’s chest alone.
“You look at me like you want to eat me.”
“I do,” Changbin breathes, “God, I do.”
He can’t wait another minute before he leans forward to kiss him, swallowing the sweet little moan he lets out.
“Touch me,” Hyunjin moans, just loud enough for the camcorder to pick it up. He hikes his legs up, crosses his ankles against the small of Changbin’s back.
“Showing off for the camera?” Changbin grins against his neck, kissing the soft skin.
“Mm,” Hyunjin bares his neck, rolling his head to lock eyes with the screen.
Changbin’s cock throbs and he presses his hips forward to rub against Hyunjin. He tightens his grip on his hips, pulls him into a filthy grind while he sucks red into the thin skin of his throat.
Tomorrow, they’ll have to stay inside all day until the marks blooming across their bodies fade. The visible ones, at least.
“Yeobo,” Hyunjin moans.
Changbin can’t help the noise he lets out, eyes closed and pressed into the curve of Hyunjin’s neck.
His fingers fumble to undo Hyunjin’s robe, pulling away the fabric too harsh for the delicate material. He just needs Hyunjin’s body under his hands, his skin.
The desperation will bleed onto the film, he knows, but he can’t help it. It’s like a spell cast over him, magic and lust stored in the delicate tips of Hyunjin’s fingers. He presses them into Changbin’s back, drags them down his spine.
“Beautiful,” Changbin kisses the center of his sternum, the core of his body, “So lucky to have such a beautiful husband.”
“My sweet wife,” Hyunjin grins, muscles jumping as Changbin kisses down his stomach.
He has a fresh wax, his skin smooth all the way down to where his cock is flushed and hard, resting against his belly.
Changbin kisses beside the base of his cock, only close enough to make Hyunjin inhale sharply.
“Sensitive,” He hisses, big hands winding into Changbin’s hair.
They’re not really supposed to have sex after Hyunjin gets waxed, he’s told Changbin so plenty of times after his appointments when he comes home and lounges around naked for hours claiming he’s too sensitive for clothes.
“Hmm,” Changbin hums, nipping at the sharp line of Hyunjin’s hip bones. “Sounds like an excuse.”
“An excuse?” Hyunjin laughs, cock jumping when Changbin starts to kiss down to the junction of his thigh, pushing them up towards his chest.
“Mhm,” Changbin keeps Hyunjin’s thighs pinned as he kisses his balls, down to his taint and presses his lips to his hole — a gentle kiss in such an intimate place.
He can feel Hyunjin twisting and writhing as he presses his tongue flat to his rim. He moans into the center of his body, licks into the hot core of him. He loves having him like this, pliant and indulgent in the pleasure Changbin gives him. He soaks it up, blooms under it.
Changbin eats him out like he’s starving, and he is, in a way. Feral in his hunger for Hyunjin, nearly rabid in his desire. He wants him in every way possible, wants to be inside him and around him.
When he presses his first finger inside, aided by slick spit, he can feel the clench of Hyunjin around him. He moans so pretty, exaggerated and long.
It’ll all look good when they watch it back later.
He grinds his hips against the bed to get some relief on his aching cock.
“You look so hot,” Hyunjin pants.
Changbin lifts his eyes from between his legs, eyes locked when he fucks his finger in deeper and licks around his stretched rim.
He watches the way Hyunjin’s brows pinch together when his mouth drops open, a guttural sound spilling from his throat.
“So fucking hot,” Hyunjin moans, head tipping back.
They had the foresight to put lube on the bed before they started, and Changbin coats his fingers before he pushes in a second one, angles them to press against Hyunjin’s prostate. It makes him seize up, his hands coming to his chest to pinch his own nipples.
“Want-” He pants again, “Want more. Give me more.”
“Always so demanding, Hyunjin-ah,” Changbin finally pulls away. He can feel the flush of his face, his mouth wet and swollen. Still, he gives Hyunjin a third finger, delighted in how easy he opens up under his hands.
“You feel good,” He pouts, “Don’t you wanna make me feel good?”
Changbin sits back up on his knees, pushes his fingers into the knuckles.
It pulls a moan from Hyunjin, exactly what he wanted.
“I always make you feel good, sweetheart.”
“Then give me your cock,” He spreads his legs wider, unmarked thighs opening.
He slaps him there, once, just to make Hyunjin cry out as pink blooms over his skin. He watches the way his cock jumps, drooling against his belly. He slaps his thigh again, then again. Three more times, two on the other one.
Until Hyunjin’s eyes are watery and fat tears streak down his pink cheeks. He sniffles, looking up at Changbin, “Please. Yeobo, aegi, I want it. I need it, please.”
Changbin coos, soothing the stinging skin with a warm palm, “So sweet for me now, hm?”
“Please,” He bites at his bottom lip, pleading.
Hyunjin whines when he pulls his fingers out, wiping them against the sheets.
There’s a second of movement, the camera unfocusing as Changbin moves from the bed to pull it off the tripod.
He slips his hand under the strap, flips the screen until only he can see it.
Hyunjin looks right into the lens as Changbin settles back between his legs. He pushes his lips out, lowering his eyes. Showing off for the camera like the expert he is.
Changbin follows with the camera when he walks his fingers down his stomach until he wraps a hand around his cock, stroking once.
“Fuck,” Changbin breathes, one eye shut as he looks at Hyunjin through the viewfinder.
He zooms in on his cock, the wet tip and pre-cum pooling on the flat plane of his stomach. It looks like candy, shiny and pink. He focuses when Hyunjin strokes himself again, delicate touches with just the tips of his fingers.
“Want you in me,” Hyunjin speaks.
He drags the camera back up Hyunjin’s body, back to his face.
“Yeah?” Changbin reaches a hand down to cup his own cock over his shorts, squeezing once. He pans the camera down to himself, capturing his stomach and his hand as he palms his cock.
“Please,” Hyunjin moans, off camera, “Give it to me, baby.”
It’s cheesy dialogue, but it’s what Hyunjin wants. He wants it cheesy and classic and raunchy. A classic sex tape, he’d said. Old school.
He films himself pushing his shorts down, moaning when he finally gets a hand around his dry cock.
Hips against Hyunjin’s, cocks pressed together. Pre-cum aids the slide as he grinds them together, just enough to make Hyunjin whine.
He flips him over when he’s ready, Hyunjin on his hands and knees. He puts a hand in the middle of his back, pushes his chest to the bed.
Miles of smooth skin down his slender back, Hyunjin’s ass pushed up and out, waiting. Changbin palms the flesh, spanks him once just to make him moan. His hole is gapes slightly from Changbin’s fingers and he pets it with his thumb, still puffy and open.
“Gonna look so pretty when we watch it back,” Changbin zooms in to capture the head of his cock when he presses it against Hyunjin’s rim.
“We?” Hyunjin moans.
“Mm,” Changbin pushes in slowly, filming every inch of his cock as it fills Hyunjin. He likes it better with himself filming, rather than the tripod. It’s more personal, more intimate. “I think I’ll send the video to the rest of the boys when we get it all uploaded. Maybe we’ll throw it on the TV in the living room to watch it, baby. Would you like that?”
“Bin,” Hyunjin moans, arching his back and pushing his hips back. He shivers when Changbin’s hips meet his ass, inside him fully.
“Yeah, sweetheart,” Changbin smooths a hand down his back, “Take it so well.” He thrusts once, twice. He lets Hyunjin adjust, picking up his pace.
“‘s it look good?” Hyunjin slurs.
“Looks perfect, baby,” Changbin brings his free hand up and back down against his ass, groaning when he tightens up around him, “Everyone’s gonna love seeing you like this. It’s why we’re making it, right, sweet thing? You want everyone to see how good I fuck you?”
He fucks into him harder, faster. The camera work will be shoddy at this part, but it’s part of the appeal.
“Yeah,” Hyunjin moans, “Oh. Feels so good, perfect, so perfect. My wife, love my wife.”
“Love you, honey,” Changbin pulls his hips back to meet his thrusts, bruising, “That’s it baby, take it, take it.”
And he does. He watches Hyunjin’s face, shifts the camera so it zooms in on the flutter of his eyes, his swollen mouth. He makes little noises with every thrust, fucked out and pliant with the pleasure.
“Wanna cum,” He slurs, “Binnie, jagiya.”
“Gonna cum thinking about everyone watching your dirty little movie?”
Hyunjin nods, sweat dripping onto the pillow.
“That’s what you wanted to make it for, right, baby? You wanted to get everyone worked up. Should we all take our turns with you after we watch it? Get you all loose and ready and let whoever wants to have their way with you?”
“Please,” He can barely speak, words stringing together and heavy on his tongue. He looks so fucked out, glazed eyes and flushed body.
Changbin brings the camera back down to where their bodies are connected, thumbing at where Hyunjin’s rim stretches around his cock.
“You’ll look so pretty all stretched out, baby. Just like you do now. It’s what you want, isn’t it? Wanna be ready for it all the time? Always loose so anyone can slip right in? It’s why you wanted to make this film, honey, you just wanted to show off for everyone, let ‘em know how bad you want it.”
“I do,” Spit dribbles from Hyunjin’s lips, “I do, I want it. I wanna cum, aegi, Bin, make me cum.”
It’s hard to film the angle of his hand reaching between Hyunjin’s legs to pump his cock, but he catches the way his face scrunches up as he cums.
He goes boneless with it, letting Changbin use his body to creep to the edge.
He pulls out just before he cums, despite the way Hyunjin whines. He’s quick to flip him over though, walking on his knees until he can tap his cock against Hyunjin’s lips.
The angle is perfect. Hyunjin looks up at the camera as he sticks his tongue out, suckling at the head of Changbin’s cock.
“Fuck, baby,” Changbin groans, one hand working himself over.
When he cums, it’s across the bridge of Hyunjin’s nose. It paints his cheekbones, his eyebrows.
The smile on his face is completely indulgent, like it’s the best feeling of his life to have cum striped over his face.
“Aw, look how pretty,” Changbin breathes heavily, catching his breath.
“You think?” Hyunjin’s chest heaves, his eyes closed to keep cum from dripping into them.
“Mhm. Gorgeous, baby.”
He sets the camcorder on a pile of books on the nightstand, pointing it towards them. He’s not sure how good the angle is, but it’s not at the forefront of his mind.
His cum is bitter when he licks it from Hyunjin’s face, cleaning the sweat and semen off his skin. He keeps it in his mouth until Hyunjin can open his eyes again, tapping his bottom lip until his mouth opens.
He prays the camera captures the moment he spits his cum into his waiting mouth, the bob of his throat as he swallows.
“Such a good husband to me,” He coos when Hyunjin hums, satisfied and happy.
“My pretty wife,” Hyunjin loops his arms around Changbin’s neck, pulling him in for a dirty kiss.
“Are we really gonna watch it in the living room?” Hyunjin asks when they pull away. His head rolls to look directly into the camera.
Changbin follows, looking right at the shining glass lens. His mouth quirks into a smile.