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This isn’t exactly how Heeseung thought his twenties would pan out.
Getting shit-faced drunk? Sure. Stumbling home after too many rounds of drinking games with people he only sees at the same miserable bar? Also sure. But it’s less that and more what he does as soon as he gets home.
It’s weird. Most people use a clock to tell when 11 PM strikes—Heeseung uses a certain camboy’s stream.
He doesn’t concern himself with taking his clothes off, not really. He doesn’t even boot up the AC, even though it’s hotter than Hell in his apartment. Still, his hands busy themselves more with powering his PC, his cursor familiar with the trajectory to his intended destination. He doesn’t think about it when he simply maximises the page of the camboy site as opposed to having to search it up manually. (Even then it probably wouldn’t take much effort, what with autocomplete search and everything.)
Well, he’s past shame; he’s a photographer in a world full of doctors and lawyers, for God’s sake. Being a photographer is cool and all, but it’d be infinitely sexier if his clientele wasn’t just made up majorly of old ladies and their rich-person crusty white dogs. Or widows, the whole deal. Emotional baggage or hatred for their ex-husband included.
Though, maybe it’s his fault that he was so desperate for money he decided to offer boudoir as a service.
At least it pays well. Well enough that he’s able to blow it all off on pretty camboys like prettypuppyboy, or nerdypuppyboy. Which is just prettypuppyboy’s alt account, of course. And in a list of Heeseung’s top five streamers, the remaining three consist of prettypuppyboy’s old accounts—Heeseung knows what he likes, so sue him. At least he’s loyal.
When the stream starts—a couple minutes late, he notes—Heeseung’s already ready with a hand ghosting the zipper of his pants.
“Hey, you perverts.” God, Heeseung could cum just by the sound of prettypuppyboy’s voice, damn it. “Did you miss me?”
His teeth work at his bottom lip overtime, and his movements are more languid than usual. Like he’s giddy over something. That shouldn’t really rile Heeseung up, but it does. He isn’t a jealous boyfriend. He isn’t even a boyfriend, much less prettypuppyboy’s boyfriend, but still his stomach clenches at the small smile the pretty boy tries to hide behind sheepish giggles and pink knuckles.
Heeseung might be crazy, or he might be in the process of it.
“I wanna try something new tonight. Be gentle with me, will you?”
He laughs easily, and it’s a bubbly little thing. The prospect of it—the whole thing, really—has Heeseung’s cock stirring in his slacks. He’s stupidly cute, and Heeseung might be stupidly in love. His laugh cracks at the end a little bit, and Heeseung can see now that prettypuppyboy isn’t just pretty but also nervouspuppyboy.
Heeseung watches as the boy leans forward, and he doesn’t miss how his probably intentionally very slutty too-big shirt slips off his shoulder just enough to expose a(n in)decent amount of smooth skin and sharp collarbone.
What comes into view is something he’s seen a lot in porn, but it’s suddenly so new when it’s pinched between the ginger fingers of his favourite camboy.
Heeseung likes this coy, almost pitiful act. It does something for him, that’s for sure. He isn’t much of a commenter himself but he understands why people do. The boy’s just too beautiful to resist.
Pink and pretty and embarrassing, prettypuppyboy brandishes his object of amusement like it’s his first time even handling a sex toy. God, even in 720p he’s fucking hot.
Prettypuppyboy bites his lip, eyes drooping. “It’s donation-controlled.” And that gets Heeseung’s ears perking. Its functionality is simple enough, stupid enough even. Prettypuppyboy has an almost-smug little smile on his pretty little face, and Heeseung isn’t sure if he realises just how stupid this really is.
A pretty boy leaving his fate to a bunch of horny wolves. That’s certainly the best decision a person could ever make in their twenties.
Heeseung isn’t in much of a hurry to ruin of course, still just curious even as he leans closer to his monitor. (He’s built differently. Like, in a pack of wolves he’s the lone wolf type of build. He waits for the right time to pounce, like the camboy who’s too pretty for him might actually choose him. Yes, he knows how pathetic that is. Yes, his sparse $5 donations certainly don’t get him very far, but he wants to believe all of this means something. Something other than, you have a porn addiction, or your life is sealed to rich old widows forever.)
Surely enough, the toy does its job well.
Anonymous has donated $3!
The vibrator kicks, giving way to a shy little buzz. It rumbles lightly. Woah, quick.
Prettypuppyboy breathes out another giggle, “Like I said, donation-controlled. The higher the donation, the stronger the vibration. Though I’m not really sure how high the speed goes.“
Heeseung would be lying if he said he wasn’t even a little bit intrigued. There’s an opportunity here, and he makes enough money that when prettypuppyboy says “Test it out with me, will you?” he doesn’t even bat an eye.
Maybe it’s the alcohol (though he’s definitely sobered up a lot by now) but something in Heeseung is emboldened. It’s just the alcohol, swear. He doesn’t usually blow off this much money on a cute boy maybe a city or a few away, but all those boudoir photoshoots he’s had to suffer through certainly add up. The money too.
He deserves this, that’s what he believes. Heeseung deserves to do whatever the hell he wants with his disposable income, and the pretty boy deserves so much more than just $5 tips every now and then.
Heeseung is crazy, but it’s nothing no one already knows. And hey, at least he’s getting something out of it.
He shifts in his seat when the boy leans back, getting comfortable. When prettypuppyboy shimmies his loose, thin shorts down, letting it pool before kicking it away to some untainted, lucky corner of his room, Heeseung mirrors the action, though with more struggle because of the strain from his crotch.
Licking his lips, prettypuppyboy looks straight into his webcam with a smug tug of his lips. The vibrator amps up in speed in record time, more donations coming in.
“Excited, are we?”
Of course. Heeseung and all 8 of his inches.
The vibrator still hums just lightly, pulling a shudder out of the camboy when he presses it against the sticky fabric of his panties. Heeseung hums in satisfaction when he sees how the outline of his pussy flutters in response. So responsive, so cute.
His voice is cloying as much as it is shallow, “Promise me you’ll be gentle.”
But Jake doesn’t actually care. Heeseung knows that because Jake doesn’t even like it gentle. He’s watched the way he bounces on dildos too big for him, seen the way he obsesses over bulges in his belly. The way he whores himself out isn’t something impersonal, just for the camera. It’s authentically him. At least, that’s what Heeseung thinks anyway.
He finally tugs his panties down, and Heeseung can’t help the guttural moan that leaves his mouth when he sees how his pussy glistens, catching light just slightly.
He presses it against his hole experimentally, his breathing getting heavier. Donations start coming in, small single-digit ones that barely give the boy much of a challenge.
“Hah—‘s this all you guys got?” Prettypuppyboy’s tongue is slipping, his words slurred despite himself. How cute.
Heeseung watches, his hand working up a pace on his cock.
ilikemilfs has donated $10!
And that’s when the tragedy really starts.
$10 manages to pull from prettypuppyboy something fuller, a whiny little thing that makes Heeseung’s cock leak, “Unnh!—“
It’s really sexy, how his thighs flex and flutter, how his toes curl. How the toy isn’t even in yet but he’s already whining all pretty and pliant. How his brows knit together, teeth worrying his bottom lip as he tries to focus on working the toy inside himself.
Prettypuppyboy’s leg falters a little when he unhooks his arm from it, bringing it to his pussy to pull the seam wider. He’s wet enough, gushing so much wetness that it’s barely a struggle when he finally pushes the toy in, with a shudder that erupts into a high keen.
Heeseung sucks his lips in between his teeth, expression almost pained as he toys with his own cock in his hands. It’d be fucking nice if he could wet it with prettypuppyboy’s slick and saliva instead of a sad, half-empty bottle of lube.
It’s also nice that his pretty camboy’s really racking in donations now, coming in waves of tens, but nothing that teeters over, inching closer and closer to $20, or $30. The moans are definitely nice. It’s always a sight for sore eyes watching a pretty puppyboy play with himself.
But, Heeseung can’t help how he gets sometimes. Call it greed, call it passion, call it ambition. Call it whatever the hell you want, but he doesn’t just stop at bare satisfaction.
These cheap fucking perverts don’t deserve prettypuppyboy, which is a lot coming from Heeseung considering he’s only ever donated fives. Still. Maybe it’s time he ups his game. Claim his spot at the top of the leaderboard.
He did earn a lot more to throw away his last paycheck, so…
Evxn2001 has donated $50!
“Oh my—ah!”
His head falls back, lips parting on instinct, ripping a soft, devastating moan out of him before he can catch it with his hands. Prettypuppyboy’s legs really do give out then, snapping shut in a futile effort to contain himself.
“Ev-Evan—!” he whines, cheeks flushed. “I can’t—mmnh—fuck!”
Oh. That’s what $50 gets him. A personal address. Nice.
At this point Heeseung has to keep squeezing around the base of his cock just to stop himself from cumming all over his screen and obscuring the sexy vision that is prettypuppyboy. He needs to keep going, needs to see this to the end.
Needs to see his name at the top, see what happens when he donates $100, or $200, or even $300.
Evxn2001 has donated $150!
Slow and steady wins the race, or however that saying goes. Immediately he notices how he’s jumping through the charts for this session. It’s not like he’s a rich pervert who can really afford this every single time, but if he accidentally bruises the ego of one watching this stream he doesn’t think he has the self control to not fight for the number one spot.
Prettypuppyboy’s voice cracks into a high whine, something so broken he doesn’t think he’s ever heard it before in his entire life. His fingers claw at the armrests of his chair, toes gripping the air. And Heeseung can really see it now, tears crashing over and dripping down his pretty face.
Oh fuck, shit. The way that little toy pounds his ruined hole is the stuff made of Heeseung’s hottest, wettest dreams.
His cock is slick and burning red, begging for release, but he can’t. Not yet, anyway.
As long as this pretty little thing cums because of his donation, Heeseung can rest easy tonight.
Evxn2001 has donated $200!
“Oh my god, fuck—please—“ It’s truly music to Heeseung’s ears, the perfect melody for Heeseung to play his own instrument to. He shudders out a low, breathy whine, unable to tear his eyes away from how the prettypuppypussy quivers, more wetness being coaxed out with a $200 donation.
Deliciously, his back arches in a bowlike motion, and he leans forward to grip at his table like it might stabilise the way his entire body is shivering. He eyes his webcam with a seductive slight, dragging out a satisfied, fragmented hum when he grinds himself onto the toy.
He sobs, never breaking eye contact with the camera, “Hngh, ah—think ‘m g’na—cum—“
Well, well. It’s a morbid truth: Heeseung likes to play with puppies.
His own cock is the least of his worries now as he leans over his keyboard, shakily typing in his donation with both of his sticky hands on his keyboard like a crazed degenerate.
Prettypuppyboy whines again, “I’m gonna—!”
Evxn2001 has donated $5!
“Ugh—what the—“ His body comes to a still, but his eyes fly open, and God is he fucking gorgeous.
Glazed over and absolutely insane, his eyes beg for something Heeseung wants to hear in words.
Evxn2001 has donated $1!
There’s a pout settling deep on his face now, cheeks flushed crimson. They’re so pretty with tears streaking down them. Heeseung wonders what he’d look like with his cum running down them, too.
“Ah, hngh,” he whines, that coy act coming back again. “Please, let me cum.”
But his chat seems to play along with Heeseung’s game. Real nice that no one wants to play hero. Real cheap, too. But still, nice for a change.
There’s floods of $1 donations pouring in, the vibrator barely even giving any sign of life as tears threaten to spill over again.
“Ah, please!” He really puts the ‘pretty’ in prettypuppyboy. His whine is long and undoubtedly bratty, and fuck does it do wonders for Heeseung’s arousal. “I’ve been so good!”
The boy squirms in his seat, hips working furiously to get as much as he can from the vibrator working at its lowest speed.
“Evan,” his voice hitches, and Heeseung’s heart almost stops. “Please? I’ll be your good boy, I promise I can be. Please just—let me cum. Please.”
His cock fucking hurts. He almost bursts with all of his own being before he squeezes himself again just to stave it off for a little longer.
His fingers jitter when he brings them to the number keys of his keyboard.
3-0-0…
Shit.
Evxn2001 has donated $3000!
Prettypuppyboy’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head, body barely catching up with the vibrator as it crescendos its way up to a speed worth $3000. Jesus, does this thing even have a limit? It’s unfortunate Heeseung isn’t made of the money to figure that out.
His fluffy hair bounces with the movement, pussy fluttering like a butterfly desperately trying to escape from a cobweb. His legs are limp, and he barely has the strength to hold himself up anymore.
“Fuck—fuck!”
His release is nothing less than unsatisfactory, as he sprays all over his little set-up, jets of squirt making a mess of everything and pushing the little toy out of his pussy from the force. It’s loud and messy and also the most beautiful thing Heeseung has ever witnessed. Prettypuppyboy’s voice comes out in cracked little uh-uh-uhs as his body arches, stretching past what’s comfortable. His shirt’s sweat-soaked, his chin is sticky with drool. He’s undoubtedly spent, and Heeseung’s about to have the best nut of his entire life.
He fists his cock in angry, rapid motions. Partially because he accidentally dropped $3000 on a stranger and his cute little pussy. Mostly because if he doesn’t cum he’ll probably die and start leaking it from every other orifice in his body.
It’s unceremonious, to say the least, shooting out and settling deep in the crevices of his keyboard when he finally cums with a deep groan from the hottest pits of his belly.
The intensity of it, crashing down on him in waves, deafens him for a bit. The tingling at the tip of his cock where his piercing sits makes him burn all the way up to his ears, and when he finally comes to, he slumps back in his chair and sees prettypuppyboy doing the same thing back.
The rest of it goes by in a blur. Prettypuppyboy thanks the chat—thanks Evxn2001—profusely for being such good, willing participants. When the stream ends and Heeseung is met with his own reflection staring back at him, he’s left to question his rationality all on his own.
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Eventually he finds himself in bed after having found the strength to clean up and accept the fact that he just blew too much money off on a camboy. And just like many other miserable men who visit camsites, he’s sadly lying in bed alone with only his phone and cat videos to make himself feel something now that he’s emptied his tank.
Still, he lingers on the site and ultimately decides to do what any normal, well-adjusted, non-obsessive member of society would do to their favourite nightly camboy: send them a direct message.
It isn’t anything special. It’s more creepy than it is special, honestly, but Heeseung has nothing to lose. Except, well, maybe his job, so he realises that this is completely a bad idea a little bit too late but he’s already sent the message so whatever.
It’s not even the pervy kind of creepy. Just, kind of parasocial, as if $3000 can buy the attention of prettypuppyboy. That’s not his intention, of course. He’s happy that he’s even sitting at the top of his leaderboard for once. Silver lining, he supposes. But.
He does hold on to a little bit of hope when he sends the message. A simple invite to his workplace.
Evxn2001: Hey, I really enjoyed your stream tonight. I’d like to make you feel pretty as thanks. Swing by if you’d like.
Honestly, it’s really sad, but if you asked Heeseung how many fucks he gives he’d tell you none. Zero. Just like the number in his bank account, probably.
Attached to the message is the address to his photo studio. The same address he has to make his way to in about 12 hours.
Fuck, oh right. He has to go to work. Deal with reality and actually go to work.
Well, at least he can earn the $3000 back.
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It’s a slow day at the photo studio. Throw in a bad hangover and an impending migraine, it’s just another post-nut clarity washed Tuesday for Heeseung. He’s still thinking about the hole the pretty boy burned through his wallet last night, which isn’t his fault at all—it isn’t prettypuppyboy’s fault that Heeseung only cares about wet holes to stick his dick into. But still.
How’s it fair that he’s so fucking cute, especially with just a vibrator in his little pussy? How much cuter could he get with a cock in it?
With the midday sun cementing its presence and his assistant having already clocked out for the day, he could just head on home for now. His next appointment isn’t till 7:30.
He could, he really could. But it doesn’t really matter where he goes because somehow he manages to befoul every place he goes.
Ahem. Case in point:
“Ah, shit—fuck,” Heeseung hisses, a hand warming his hardening cock over the fabric of his stupid skinny jeans.
It’s not ideal, but it works. The waiting area is just really comfortable (he thanks his past self for investing this much in customer comfort) and last night’s stream is just begging for him to revisit.
Who cares? It’s his photo studio. And, it’s seen much worse than Heeseung’s cock.
His fingers fumble with the small screen of his phone, skipping over to a too vulgar image of prettypuppyboy with his prettypuppylegs spread out and trembling, the tail of the vibrator hanging from his sopping pussy. Heeseung manages to pull out his cock, hot and heavy from his arousal.
He pumps it slowly, to the visual of the most perfect boy he’s ever laid his eyes on. The most perfect boy shakes, face slick with sweat and tears, drool dripping from the corners of his mouth weighed down by the loll of his tongue.
“Fuuuck,” Heeseung whines. “So fuckin’ pretty, ah—“ If Heeseung furrows his brows enough he can see the pretty boy in front of him, with his legs spread across him on the similarly coloured sofa, instead of just on his screen.
Prettypuppyboy’s prettypuppyhair is all mussed up, and he really does look like a puppy like this: his eyes are glossed over, watching the stream of comments egging him on, praising him for taking it like such a good boy—the comments move slower now, because everyone’s watching with only one hand by now.
Heeseung watches how his chest rises and falls, how his pussy flutters with every shudder of the vibrator. It’s on a lower speed now, so all he can manage is small whines and squirming in his seat. His ass wiggles against the sheen of his seat—wet from only his slick—like a puppy wagging its tail for a treat.
Then, the familiar donation ping sounds out again, and Heeseung works his throat around an anticipatory gulp even though he knows exactly who donated.
Evxn2001 has donated $3000!
A familiar drawn-out keen resounds throughout the waiting area, and Heeseung groans in tandem with the boy.
“Hngh—fuck, ‘s too much!” His legs struggle, snapping shut before jolting open again. Oh, shit. Fuck. Heeseung’s close. So fucking close, again.
The dry drag of his palm on his cock quickly became wet from all the precum leaking from the tip of his cock. Shit, he barely even touched himself.
He lets his eyes fall shut as prettypuppyboy continues babbling nonsense into the too big space of Heeseung’s photo studio with its too high ceilings. Heeseung imagines himself plunging his thick fingers deep into that perfect, creamy hole, curling his fingers just right before adding more, and more, and more. Imagines himself licking at his pert nipples through the thin slut-shirt he has on.
“F-fuck,” Heeseung moans brokenly. His thumb pressing into the jewellery, shiny from all the precum, in the slit of his cock makes his toes curl and his eyes roll back. “Fuck, pretty, ‘m gonna cum.”
It’s stupid and corny that Heeseung announces it as if prettypuppyboy is really there, pleasuring himself for Heeseung’s entertainment. But that’s just the thing—he isn’t. It just isn’t possible. He isn’t there, and neither is his assistant. It’s just him in here and—
“Oh,” comes a familiar voice with the wind, and it isn’t his assistant. Definitely not his mother, because she definitely still doesn’t believe photography will really get Heeseung far. Matter of fact, it isn’t even a female voice.
Heeseung’s phone slips from his hand as his eyes snap open. His eyes slowly shift into focus, but as his vision gets clearer he only gets harder somehow.
“Ungh, fuck—“ Heeseung’s face is burning up, and he can’t help himself when a particular tug of his hand makes him cum in pathetic spurts all over himself.
Down his spine runs a shiver, something of humiliation, when he finally gets ahold of himself.
Of course, he still has shame even if he’s past it: “I am so sorry,” is what he offers. He springs to his feet, even with his dick—why is it hardening again, fuck!—still hanging out his jeans.
“Hmgghhh—!” He scrambles to close the live replay still playing on his phone.
His assistant isn’t here, neither is his mother. Prettypuppyboy certainly is, though, with his pretty mouth agape. His lips would look really pretty stretched around a cock—No! God, he definitely saw the precum beading at Heeseung’s tip.
Shit. Why’d Heeseung send that message again?
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Heeseung didn’t expect him to come. And he means the non-sexual definition of that word.
It’s kind of weird, seeing him in person in a completely non-sexual context. Because he knows what he looks like when he’s turned on, knows how many donations it takes to get him to do something even more lewd than the last. Knows what his pussy looks like when it’s wet and begging for something to fuck it. Knows how his toned stomach convulses with want when something’s too big for him, or how the lean muscles in his arms flex when he has to reach down there to fuck himself on a toy.
Prettypuppyboy, whom Heeseung now knows less formally as Jake, is perhaps the most beautiful boy to have ever graced his eyes. It’s a weird dichotomy, knowing what a stranger’s pussy looks like.
It’s his lucky day; maybe he’ll get to learn what it smells like. Tastes like, even.
“So,” Jake starts. “You’re… Evan.”
Oh, no. Is he ugly? He’s definitely ugly. Jake definitely regrets coming here, fuck.
“N-no, um—“ Heeseung’s voice cracks. “Well, yes. That’s my English name. My name is Heeseung.”
He wipes his clammy hands on his jeans before extending it to Jake. Very formal. Very professional. Jake definitely didn’t just watch him use the same hand to fist his cock to his own livestream just moments prior.
To Heeseung’s surprise, Jake takes his hand—almost shyly so—and gives it a nice, firm enough shake. His hand feels good in Heeseung’s. A lot softer and pinker than he ever imagined. Fits perfectly against the dips in Heeseung’s palm.
Jake takes the initiative to pick the conversation back up, “Do you always do that?”
“Um,” Heeseung mumbles. “Do… what exactly?”
“Pft, like—invite camboys to your photo studio and jerk off to their videos knowing they could very well come over at any time.”
It feels like something that should be accusatory, but his cock is stirring again in his jeans. Why’d he wear skinny jeans today? It’s 2025, damn it.
“No…” Heeseung mumbles again. He adds in a whisper, “You’re the only one I watch…”
And for whatever reason, that takes Jake by surprise. “Huh. Good to know.”
Whatever that means.
Heeseung spins on his heel, and he hopes Jake is following him into the photography space. “Follow me.”
Okay. Heeseung never realised it, but the set-up kind of looks… pornographic.
The sofa’s sleek and pretty, actually. But it’s a sofa in the middle of a barren room. What else could possibly happen on the sofa?
Scattered behind the studio backdrop, there are other props for his clients’ photoshoots, ranging from singular chairs or stools to even… beds.
Yeah, it really, honestly, totally looks like Heeseung led his favourite camboy onto a porn site unsolicited.
“Okay, it’s not what it looks—“
“You take really impressive pics,” Jake hums, and it’s so clear and direct that it feels honest. “Oh, sorry. You were saying?”
“No, I—“ Heeseung catches himself. “It’s nothing.”
“Anyway, I just… think that you’re really pretty. Um. I’d like to take pictures for you, if you don’t mind.”
Jake shrugs, his hair falling over his eyes with the movement. “Sure, why not.”
A giggle slips from his pink mouth easily, and it’s something that makes Heeseung’s heart beat against his ribs in a way that should probably be humanly impossible. Skipping too many beats, then pumping a little bit too hard. Jake is really fucking pretty.
He sees what Jake is wearing, properly now. It’s sweet, cute even. So unlike the usual attire he sees Jake in every night. His sweater is big but only enough to reveal an actually decent amount of collarbone. It fits well around his waist, his lithe frame. Made of a fuzzy, grey material that complements his accessories well—a simple silver necklace looped prettily around his neck, another simple silver thing, a thin chain around his wrist. Then his silver-wired glasses that he wears more for the aesthetic than actual need.
A few minutes too late, Heeseung realises he’s staring too hard, mouth slightly agape and threatening to spill drool. “Um, shit. Sorry about that.”
He sucks his saliva back into his mouth and pulls himself together, completely avoiding Jake’s gaze. Jake offers back a laugh, a low and amused thing. “It’s fine, hyung.”
Uh—huh?
“Hyung?” Heeseung parrots back stupidly.
“Yeah, um. 2001? You’re older than me by a year, more or less,” Jake states before catching himself. “I mean—that’s okay right?”
He leans in, and Heeseung snaps his head to meet Jake’s gaze. “It’s okay if I call you ‘hyung,’ right?”
His lips are a lot pinker up close, eyelashes denser. Through the 720p quality and choice of dim lighting of Jake’s stream, he can hardly make out these little details. The little freckles he has dotted here and there on his skin. How soft, smooth his face is in person.
God, he doesn’t regret a single dollar of that $3000.
Heeseung’s throat works around something dry, and he manages a nod before pulling away completely.
“Yeah! Yeah.” His voice comes out thin, pathetic. “That’s fine.”
Jake giggles, “You’re so cute.”
Oh. He’s cute now. And his cock won’t stop pulsing.
Ah. This is going to be a long, long session.
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“Hngh, ah, Jake, that’s it,” Heeseung moans, a throaty heft of his voice coming out.
If Jake thought Heeseung was cute, he definitely doesn’t think so now. The angle should be unflattering from Jake’s view; Heeseung is squished into the couch cushions, his head tucked in to bring out a little bit of his chin.
Lucky for Heeseung, Jake can’t really see.
He has his fingers tangled in Jake’s hair, patting and scratching lightly every time Jake hollows his cheeks to suck Heeseung in even more.
He’s putting in good work—all of it, in fact. Bobbing his head up and down on Heeseung’s cock, licking and sucking. Really using his mouth to its full potential.
When he looks up, popping himself off the tip of Heeseung’s cock, his eyes are glossy and droopy where they sit behind the foggy frames of his glasses. The visual makes Heeseung drip precum, abdomen flexing with his heavy breath.
Jake darts his tongue out, bringing it to where the precum gathers around Heeseung’s dick piercing. His tongue teases into the slit just slightly, and Heeseung hisses at the prickling sensation.
There’s sweat beading down Jake’s pretty face, beading on Heeseung’s own upper lip. His hand in Jake’s hair is more for comfort at this point, the grasp barely anything. Jake drags his tongue down the underside of Heeseung’s veiny shaft, almost like he’s savouring the salty taste on his tongue.
“Mm,” Jake moans, and the vibrations it brings to Heeseung’s cock make him shiver all over. “You smell good, hyung.”
Hyung. He says it so pretty. Yeah, realistically anyone would be okay with calling a stranger ‘hyung’ if said hyung had given them over $3000 just hours prior to the meetup. But it does something to Heeseung. Makes him burn up. Makes his hips buck up, makes him moan loudly, echoing against the chipped white walls of the photo studio.
His cock misses Jake’s mouth completely, though it never really leaves him. Heeseung ends up smearing his precum onto Jake’s sticky cheek, some of it ending up on his glasses. The low, husky rumble of Jake’s breathy laugh accompanies the butterfly kisses he leaves on Heeseung’s length. This might be the best blowjob he’s ever gotten in his life.
God, he remembers snapping a few pictures. A few serious, proper pictures. Remembers letting Jake get more comfortable, remembers adjusting him, helping him arch his back.
He doesn’t remember how they ended up here, but he doesn’t want it to end.
Jake trails his mouth back to the tip, and now he’s blowing spit bubbles against the slit, tongue sliding against the piercing too easily. Ever so often he takes the tip into his mouth, creating a perfect little vacuum that makes Heeseung nearly explode with how sexy Jake looks while doing it.
And, his eyes. His eyes never leave Heeseung’s as he sucks and smiles against Heeseung’s feverishly hot cock.
Heeseung is basically a master at prettypuppyboyism at this point, but at Jake? Not so much.
Which is why when Jake suddenly sinks down, taking Heeseung to the base, hitting the back of his throat with a squelching gag, Heeseung’s fingers tighten themselves more, securing themselves to Jake’s scalp and pushing himself deeper into the warm, wet cavern of Jake’s throat.
“Fuck, puppy,” Heeseung slurs. “You’re such a good boy.”
Jake’s satisfied hum resonates all throughout his body, a purr embedding itself into Heeseung’s skin. Even when Heeseung cants his hips deeper into Jake’s mouth, and his throat is tightening and fluttering with wet, involuntary contractions, his eyes never leave Heeseung’s.
Heeseung and his little double chin. His shallow breathing and his dried up drool on his chin. Jake makes such a perfect little mess of Heeseung.
Jake pulls off with a wet gasp, generous strings of saliva and precum stretching from his ruddied lips to Heeseung’s crown before snapping and painting his chin.
“Good boy,” Heeseung manages. “My good, perfect boy. Such a pretty little cocksleeve for me.”
Jake just looks up at him with that same glassy-eyed sweetness, preening under the praise. Heeseung feels his chest caving in on himself. Fuck, he might actually die because of Jake.
“Hyung,” Jake murmurs, voice hoarse and cock-warm. “Y’wanna make me feel pretty?”
Heeseung only watches, entranced by the way Jake moves below him, in between his legs. He finds himself nodding somehow.
Jake smiles, a razzy thing that makes Heeseung’s heart flip. “Then fuck me, please?”
Heeseung is no one to say no, even if Jake didn’t ask nicely. But of course, he looks like an angel and acts like one too.
Heeseung’s body moves on autopilot, pushing himself off the sofa to hook his hands underneath Jake’s armpits. Jake makes a cute little noise of surprise before being lifted effortlessly off the ground and onto the cushions.
His hair falls around himself like a halo, sweater riding up just slightly. Heeseung doesn’t miss the way his breath hitches, a little hiccup in his breath.
Jake reaches a hand out, cupping Heeseung’s jaw before drumming his fingers lightly on his cheek. “Make me feel pretty, okay Evan?”
Okay. More than okay.
Heeseung’s hands slip under Jake’s thighs, palms wide and trembling, lifting him with a strength that comes more with desperation than actual muscle. Jake lets himself be handled, pliantly letting his legs fall open around Heeseung’s hips like he was made to fit against Heeseung like this.
Jake’s pants are just like the rest of him, soft and light. Heeseung helps Jake out of them, letting them hang by an ankle. Whatever, everything’s going to become a mess, anyway.
He can’t help the way he runs his tongue over his lips when his eyes meet Jake’s cotton panty-clad pussy. When he presses the crown of his cock against the seam, he moans something hollow and open-mouthed every time it teases itself in.
His pussy is so much wetter than it appears, soaking through the fabric, trying to coax more of Heeseung inside.
With a finger, he hooks underneath the fabric and pulls it down, baring Jake’s pussy for him. It’s so much prettier in person. So much pinker, so much chubbier. So cute and so perfect for someone like Jake. It clenches under Heeseung’s too-concentrated attention.
When his eyes dart over to Jake again, the boy’s breathing shallowly, lips worried by his sharp teeth again. It seems to be involuntary when Jake squeaks a little sound of embarrassment, shaking his hips like he always does on stream. Heeseung brings a hand to where Jake’s hip dips just slightly, fastening his hold onto Jake and stilling the movement.
“Hyung, please,” Jake begs, almost. “Fuck me. I need—need your cock in me.”
They only just met, but for some reason that makes as much sense in Heeseung’s head as it does Jake’s. Horny brain is just magical.
The tip of Heeseung’s cock drags against the wet heat between Jake’s legs, smearing slick against Jake’s folds. Jake shivers, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he rolls his hips, guiding the slide, coaxing more pressure exactly where he wants it.
He lines himself up, properly this time, with shaking hands, the blunt head of his cock nudging against Jake’s entrance. Jake gasps at the contact, fingers digging into Heeseung’s shoulders as his thighs give an eager, involuntary twitch.
When he pushes in, Jake’s small gasps taper into a proper moan. And fuck, Heeseung can’t help the way he whimpers and cries through it as well; Jake is impossibly tight and warm and so fucking perfect around him. His stuttering breath and tear-slick eyes, with his mouth falling slack in a trembling little gasp—Heeseung is only motivated to fuck him good. Fuck him till he cries his pearlescent little tears.
“Mmfh, hyung—keep goin’—hah,” Jake whines, head tipping back. His throat arches prettily, and his glasses slide down his nose from the tacky glide of sweat beading on it.
And so Heeseung keeps going, does as he’s told. He grabs Jake’s waist, fingers digging in, pulling him and all of his pliant weight up until Heeseung’s the one on his back, and Jake’s landing on Heeseung’s thighs with a little oof, sitting himself on Heeseung’s cock.
An experimental little thrust here, Jake shudders as he feels the cool metal of Heeseung’s piercing press into the soft, warm bundle of nerves in his sweet spot. So fucking full, so god damn warm.
Heeseung is pulling again, coaxing Jake downwards till they’re chest-to-chest through fabric too hot for what they’re indulging themselves with.
Stealing his breath, Jake and Heeseung share a kiss too teethy and open-mouthed and tonguey to really be considered a kiss, and it pulls small keens from Jake as he grinds himself up and down Heeseung’s length.
Heeseung moans, contented, because fuck—the wet slap of Heeseung’s balls against Jake’s sopping cunt is fucking delicious. Heeseung is inches deep inside the prettiest boy in the world, having him fall apart like putty like he’s the globe on an axis. And for now that’s what he is—he’s Heeseung’s world hinging on his cock like it’s what holds him together.
The way Jake’s pussy clenches around Heeseung’s cock is enough to convince him so.
Heeseung sets a more steady pace now, properly fucking himself into Jake’s hole, and Jake pulls apart with a wet moan on the tip of his tongue. “Unghh—so deep.”
Heeseung wants to eat him right up. He pulls him close, mouthing at his shoulder where his sweater’s skewed and fallen off, kissing it like how one might take a bite out of an apple. Licks stripes up and down his collarbone. Eventually finds himself nosing at Jake’s neck and lapping at bite marks he doesn’t even register leaving.
Jake all but bounces with the intensity of Heeseung’s thrusts, glasses falling in between them and necklace catching the glimmer of hard studio lights.
He moans into Jake’s skin, “My pretty boy, taking me so well—mmh—“
“Hah, hyung, ‘m gonna cum,” Jake whines petulantly. “Don’t stop.”
Heeseung lets out a grunt before pulling out and teasing his tip back into Jake’s pussy. Obsessed with the way Jake shakes his hips, with the way his pussy sucks him in every single time. With the way Jake paws at his chest, wordlessly begging Heeseung to stop fooling around.
He can feel it, at the base of his cock. So fucking close—Heeseung is so close.
He pushes Jake back down onto his back before spreading his legs and then climbing over Jake, settling only when he feels his cock slap against Jake’s chin with a wet slap.
Heeseung takes a deep breath, something that comes deep from his diaphragm when Jake wastes no time to take him in his mouth, suckling and tasting himself on Heeseung’s cock. The jewellery on the crown of his cock bumps against Jake’s throat, making Jake retch. The sound feels like running fingers in velvet. A textured, intense feeling that Heeseung can’t help but to obsess over.
Here, Jake’s pussy is glistening, frothing with precum and slick. Heeseung brings his fingers up, toying with the folds and pulling them apart whichever way he pleases.
He needs it. Needs to memorise how Jake’s pussy looks from every angle, every stretch and pull. And when he does, he concludes, “Perfect.” before spitting on it and letting the saliva run down the seam like a gentle stream.
Jake kicks a leg out at the sensation, breath heavy and hiccupy as Heeseung tongues the entrance and slips a finger inside.
“Hnn, ah—Evan,” Jake gasps around his cock, voice muffled and desperate. Heeseung feels the vibration of every sound all the way up to the crown of his spine. “Hyung, don’t tease, please.”
Heeseung only gives him a dry laugh before slapping Jake’s pussy lightly, resulting in a jolt and a wounded puppy dog whimper rumbling around his cock.
His thighs tremble around Heeseung’s shoulders, mouth slipping off his cock with a wet pop, spit glistening down his chin.
“Please, w’na cum. Let me—“ Jake hiccups, rocking his hips helplessly against Heeseung’s hot breath. “Lemme cum, hyung.”
It’s a simple ask. An endearing one, almost. One Heeseung decides to finally listen to as he sucks Jake’s clit into his mouth, curling his fingers deep inside Jake’s pussy, searching and pressing in all the right places.
Jake’s whole body jerks when Heeseung pushes another finger in, stretching him open, tongue working messily and shamelessly at the swollen bundle of nerves. Jake claps a hand over his mouth, trying to muffle his screams, but the sound still rips through his fingers, raw and high and perfect.
Heeseung pulls his cock into his own palm at the same time, stroking himself with quick, desperate motions while he eats Jake out like he’s trying to crawl inside him and live there. His balls slap against Jake’s chin sloppily, and Jake only moans uselessly at the sensations overwhelming his pussy. So much better than a vibrator.
Then, Jake’s thighs clamp around his head, back arching, stomach tightening. “Heeseung—! Hyung—fuck—I’m—I’m—”
Spraying Heeseung’s lucky face is Jake’s release. Jake’s hands fly to his mouth, and he screams into his palm, hips thrashing, pussy clenching wildly around Heeseung’s fingers as slick gushes out of him—it’s warm and it’s sweet and it’s messy, coating Heeseung’s mouth and chin in a trembling, overwhelming rush.
Heeseung moans into it, sucking through Jake’s orgasm like he’s starved for it. And after months of just watching, of donating measly fives and hoping it suffices, Heeseung can say he has.
Jake collapses back against the cushions, glassy-eyed, wet, shaking through aftershocks, but Heeseung isn’t done. Not yet.
He pushes himself off of Jake, resettling himself in between his thighs before grabbing both of Jake’s wrists, pinning them above his head, and lining himself up.
“G’na fuck you through it,” he whispers, voice shredded. “Gonna cum inside you, my pretty little puppy.”
Jake’s breath stutters, pupils blown, a broken little whine underlining his breath.
Heeseung thrusts in one deep stroke, and Jake cries out, back arching off the cushions as Heeseung fucks him through the raw edges of his orgasm, thrusts messy and loud and merciless.
Heeseung feels it hit him—the sharp, white flood at the base of his spine—and he slams in one last time, fully, deeply, until he’s buried in Jake to the hilt.
He cums with a broken, guttural sound, cock pulsing hard inside Jake’s fluttering, sensitive heat.
Jake feels every spurt, every twitch, his legs wrapping weakly around Heeseung’s waist, holding him in, pulling him deeper, milking him.
And then finally, finally, Heeseung stills and feels his body go limp. His forehead knocks against Jake’s—against his favourite camboy’s forehead—before letting his body melt into the crevice between Jake’s heated body and the itchy couch material.
Best $3000 of his life.
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Heeseung would like to thank his past self, again, for investing in such an intricate, wonderful, beautiful washroom. He manages to strengthen himself and carry a nonsense-mumbling, noodle-bodied Jake and cleans them up in record time.
And, er, if that entails another squirting orgasm because Heeseung insisted on cleaning him out with his fingers, that’s only for them to know.
Jake had slipped out before Heeseung, so it’s not so surprising that Heeseung leaves the washroom alone. What is surprising, however, is seeing Jake toying with the camera that had to suffer through their little session. “Umm, Jake?”
“Mmmhm,” he drags out, not paying much mind to Heeseung.
“What are you doing?”
When he gets closer, Heeseung sees exactly what Jake is doing—perfectly handling one of Heeseung’s cameras like it’s his. For some reason it makes something in Heeseung’s brain short circuit. Some lizard part of his brain that plucks this Jake, perfectly handling Heeseung’s camera, then puts him in a vision of him as Heeseung’s wife, smoothly taking care of Heeseung’s work affairs as his slutty little assistant.
“C’mere,” Jake laughs when he locates what he seems to have been looking for.
Hey, if he’s so good with cameras why does he insist on his poor set-up—
Well, would you look at that? Jake managed to record their entire encounter without Heeseung noticing.
“Jakey…” Heeseung says slowly. Heeseung notes how Jake doesn’t even flinch at the nickname. “Did you—when did you even turn it on?”
Jake finally looks up. His hair is still damp from the water fight they had in the washroom, his cheeks still flushed and his lips a worried pink. A dangerous, too sexy combination.
“I dunno,” he says breezily, tapping something on the camera with a confidence no normal human should have while half-naked and freshly fucked. “Somewhere between, uh. Well, I don’t know. Hard to keep track, honestly.”
Heeseung opens his mouth only for nothing to come out.
The lizard part of his brain is now tap-dancing, showing him visions of Assistant Photographer Jake answering emails in nothing but cute little underwear, or colour grading some old lady’s funeral boudoir while Heeseung gives him head underneath the desk. Better yet, Heeseung could assist him in his streams, too.
“Mm, that was really hot, hyung.” Jake squints at the screen, pointing at it. “And I look pretty too.”
“You always look pretty,” Heeseung blurts, something that just comes out too naturally.
Jake stills before letting a smile creep onto his face. Then he tilts his head, slow, like he’s catching the scent of something he wants to tease into the open.
“Hyuuung,” he murmurs, teasing. “Are you getting shy?” As if it’s something so scandalous!
“No,” Heeseung lies, voice immediately cracking.
Jake’s smile goes sharp. “You are!”
Jake takes a step closer. Then another. The camera hangs from his wrist by the strap, swinging gently as he approaches—like he knows exactly what he’s doing, like he’s planned this.
Jake leans in, mouth brushing his jaw, voice low and smug and sweet. Heeseung feels his stomach twist at how weak in the knees he gets just by being close.
Jake nibbles at Heeseung’s ear before kissing the lobe of it.
“Do you want to watch it with me?”