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Martin sighs. The guy in the video is actually quite cute, cute enough at least. But his dick lays soft in his grip and he curses softly, shuffling uncomfortably in his sheets as he finds a good position for himself to lay in.
His fingers quickly make an exit out of the church sex video and before he knows it, his thumb is hovering over a pre-recorded video of a certain camboy.
The video auto-plays. It's poor quality. He reckons it barely touches 480p. It's also a little cropped, like it’s been reposted into oblivion somewhere and grabbed by someone who didn’t care about crediting. But it doesn’t matter.
Because the man in the video has a body that Martin immediately recognises. How could he not, when he's seen that constellation of moles on the daily in real life. Tiny specks if brown saccharine dots kissed all over a soft expanse of tummy and thighs.
Slender, a little sculpted. Pale skin flushed pink in patches, especially the boy's neck. His thighs are restless, twitching with the kind of movement people can't fake.
The boy's belly trembles slightly every time his hand strokes his shaft. He’s moaning, soft and broken, but the video’s too grainy to make it out clearly. His dick is hard and leaking, and so gorgeous in his hand it makes Martin's throat tighten.
Then the other glaring thing. He’s faceless. Completely. The camera cuts him off at the jaw, just a sliver of a lip visible, like whoever filmed it did so deliberately. All anonymity and all body. Two hundred thousand people watching and only Martin can put a name to that face.
An unwarranted sense of possessiveness swirls it's way around his stomach, but Martin wills that green monster - all sharp eyes and teeth - to go back in.
Martin doesn’t even realize he’s getting hard until his palm drifts downward, mindless, just cupping himself out of reflex. He doesn’t stop to think. Just watches on like he's been hypnotized.
The man’s voice hitches, and he whispers something again, urgent. Martin turns the volume up and leans in.
And then he sees it in the background.
In the blurred left corner of the frame, by the bed.
That lamp. That horrendous, phallic shaped lamp Keonho had jokingly gifted Juhoon two Christmases ago. Everyone in their friend group hate it, but Juhoon cares about sentiments and keeps that ugly thing on his bedside table lovingly.
Shame doesn’t hit until later.
Afterward, his hand is sticky and trembling, and he doesn’t quite understand why he feels winded. He wipes himself off with a hotel towel he stole from a class trip in Japan, and flops back into his bed, forcing himself to sink into the kind of sleep that’s deep and dreamless and hopefully guilty (he's morally concious like that) all in one.
Unfortunately, slumber that comes to him is mostly only deep, because sleep stopped being dreamless once he met Juhoon, and guilt stopped coming to him after his 26th time of masturbating to his best friend's porn.
Martin's life isn’t that exciting.
It’s just a never-ending cycle of sleep-college-play-repeat. Some might call it boring. He thinks the consistency is therapeutic.
His friends have tried to push for intervention which, unfortunately for them, has ended up in vain. James hyung has been blowing up his phone for weeks. Keonho only returned a handful of texts and even then those were just the younger’s pleas to game together. He wouldn’t turn down a good match.
And dear God, does he not miss living with Seonghyeon.
He knows they want the best for him. He knows James hyung secretly puts tupperwares full of homemade meals in his fridge because he still has the key for emergency purposes. He doesn’t acknowledge his help directly but he does leave his thanks in the form of clean dishes.
He also knows that he's social and popular enough that he can always have a party to go to, and he will never feel alone. It's just that he's in his last semester, and the adrenaline of being black out drunk on some strangers lap is just not in him anymore.
But what he does know and everyone else doesn't is that he has something to keep him up and running right here, on the screen of his computer. Something small and precious. A secret just for him and the four walls of his bedroom.
ass_goes_poiyoiyoi is live.
Right on time.
Martin puts his phone on Do Not Disturb and watches a single notification pop up over the window he has open. It’s asking if he wants to join. What a silly question.
The thing about watching your best friend's porn, is that you never know how different someone so close to you can be on a different medium.
This Juhoon is nothing like his Juhoon, if Martin can even call him his. But it's still Juhoon nonetheless. This Juhoon still licks his lips as a tic for nervousness. This Juhoon still pouts subconsciously when he's zoning out. This Juhoon still gets red in the cheeks at the faintest emotion.
This Juhoon is also pink and pretty all over. Like his Juhoon.
Camboy Juhoon is an interesting character. He can never sit still and he can never keep quiet. He constantly hums whatever song is popular at that moment, he clicks his tongue, and he talks to the viewers as if they’re his closest friends. It’s endearing. He really is like a cat and Martin’s always loved them.
Today, it’s the same as always. He asks the audience about their days and there are only a handful of people giving genuine answers. The others are way too crude. Straight up neanderthals. Martin will never stoop to their level. He’s stroking himself but that’s only because his room is too cold and he needs something to warm up.
“You guys are no fun,” Juhoon whines and that’s another item on the list of Martin’s favorite things. He’s very vocal. Whimpers, moans and cries. It doesn’t look performative and it does wonders to his head. Both heads, to be honest.
Martin looks at the comment section and tries not to roll his eyes. Tens, hundreds, thousands of people begging to see the hole. Pathetic, honestly. Chivalry really is dead.
“Don’t you want to talk for a bit?”
He does.
“Do you only care about my body?”
He doesn’t. He cares about all of him.
“I guess I have no other choice.”
Martin frowns. If it was up to him, Juhoon would just spend the entire time doing only what he wanted. He’s different from all of those sex-crazed freaks because he takes the other into consideration.
Juhoon wants to tell a story?
Martin will listen intently. He always has. Contrary to popular belief, Juhoon is a quite a yapper himself. He just needs to get comfortable with someone first, and he’s also quite picky with his topics.
He barely spoke more than a sentence in their inter college debate competition, but he spoke about dinosaurs for two hours straight the same night, when both of them were tipsy on a bottle of cherry rum in Martin’s bed.
Martin will be his one man audience.
He wants to play with himself?
Martin will try his hardest not to cum on the spot.
“I got a new toy the other day,” Juhoon muses, “but I’m not in the mood for it.”
Several people voice their complaints. Martin reports every single account his eyes land on.
“Don’t worry, I’ll still do what you came here for.”
What a generous soul he has. Beautiful boy, inside and out. Martin is broke but he still tips thirty thousand won before his brain catches up with his fingers. Remember how he’s capable of making wise financial decisions?
Forget it.
“How do you want me?”
Emoboy6909: want u to do it the way you’d enjoy it
He blinks and the comment is there, white letters in a black box. His hand was gripping his dick just now, how did that happen?
“Oh?” Juhoon perks up and moves closer to the lens. His collarbones are on full display and Martin wants to suck marks onto them. Damn his primal instincts.
“The way I’d enjoy it?”
That’s what he said. Juhoon said what he said. Juhoon noticed him.
“How ‘bout you guide me, emo boy?” Juhoon murmurs.
It won’t hurt to try and shoot his shot though, right? It’s not going to happen in real life, better shoot his shot online.
Emoboy6909: want to see you
Emoboy6909: fingering urself
Emoboy6909: warm up some lube first, after getting comfortable.
“Feels nice,” Juhoon sighs as his back meets the sheets. Martin’s messages are sporadic, he doesn’t know what it all looks like in between other people spewing their own bullshit. Nevertheless, he keeps going, his own relief forgotten in favour of the person in front of him.
Juhoon takes out a bottle from under a blanket.
Emoboy6909: use one finger first
Juhoon coats one digit and circles around his rim.
Emoboy6909: fuck urself with it
Juhoon does. The sound it brings out is the sweetest thing Martin’s ever heard. Too good to be true. All because of him and no one else. That’s quite delusional, isn’t it? Oh well, a guy can dream.
One finger is clearly not enough. It disappears and comes back into view way too easily because he’s wet, so wet that it glistens brightly even in the dimness of the bedroom.
“Can I…” Juhoon hiccups. “Can I have one more?”
There’s a pulsating vein on Martin’s forehead and he’s pretty much never been this hot before. Sizzling. You could fry an egg on his forehead.
He weighs the other’s words. He’d give him anything he asked for. Let him have all the fingers he wanted.
Emoboy6909: of course you can
He doesn’t send it right after the question but it’s not like Juhoon does anything until the comment is there, slowly getting lost in the sea of those of the same kind. The words are on the screen and the second finger gets pushed inside, stretching slowly. Martin’s vision swims. He squeezes his base just because. Just to do something. Just so he doesn’t slam his head into the desk.
“Thank you,” Juhoon says and his lips are in the frame, if only for a second.
Thank God, Martin is wearing contacts because that is truly a sight for sore eyes.
Emoboy6909: you’re so fuckin. Pretty. god.
He’s back to typing with one hand because his second one is quite busy. You know how the dance goes.
“You think so?”
Emoboy6909: the prettiestboy i’ve ever seen.
Juhoon doesn’t touch himself no matter how much he visibly wants to. Instead, he pinches his nipples and rubs at his sides. Martin wants to help. Wants to take care and make it all better. Make him feel so good, he cries from it.
“I need…”
Emoboy6909: add another finger
It’s loud, sloppy and messy. It’s sexy and it’s something Martin will never forget. Juhoon’s back arches off the bed once, twice, three times and that’s a sign he’s almost there. Martin’s trembling himself, an actual time bomb, but he needs to wait. They need to finish together. That’s the only way to go.
“I’m close…”
The noises when Juhoon’s fingers slide in and out are so lewd, Martin’s glad he makes enough to afford an apartment with soundproof walls. He can’t let anyone hear what is music to his ears. What a weird time to feel proud of where his brain’s gotten him.
Emoboy6909: perfectperfect so perfect for me
Juhoon comes with a gasp. Martin follows suit and sees white. He’s covered in cum. He looks at the screen and almost passes out.
The camera has moved and is now showing way more than it was supposed to. He sees the phallic lamp from the corner of the video, the bedsheets which Martin had gotten for him at the flea market, the –
Oh, the stream has ended. The chat is gone along with it.
Yeah, that makes sense.
He’s still unclothed, balls out in the open, but he couldn’t care less about that.
A few days later, and everything still feels wrong.
Juhoon shows up to their kitchen waddling on his feet, half asleep, and wearing the shirt.
The shirt from the most recent upload. Martin made a bee line towards the bathroom in the middle of class when he'd gotten a notification for it.
The shirr is a thin cream-white thing with faded blue stripes. It had been rumpled and twisted in the video, clinging to sweat-slicked skin while a dildo was being fucked into a hole Martin now knows too well.
Martin stares.
Juhoon bites into a banana and says, “You good?”
Martin blinks. Thinks about pressing Juhoon against the wall and quickly popping a load inside. Sending Juhoon off to college duties with a stretched hole and come trickling down his thighs. “Yeah. Fine.”
Juhoon raises an eyebrow, then shrugs and wanders off, humming something tuneless under his breath.
Martin doesn’t trust himself to speak to him Juhoon for the rest of the day.
He really needs to do something about this soon enough.