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It was the first stream Hyunjin was doing with his so-called new employee present. The little blondie that was previously his chat moderator. He didn’t find this particularly pleasing. He did not want an employee in the first place but Minho was persistent, and somehow after more than six months of dodging his demands, that the new studio was too complicated and big to run as a one man team, he agreed. Not because he couldn’t manage of course, but because he wanted his manager, and best friend, to hop off his dick for at least one thing.
The studio was already set up, his iconic heart shaped bed neatly put together with the custom made heart shaped sheets. They were silky and blood red, matching the translucent canopy that draped above it tied to the side posts to allow the bed to be visible to the cameras. The light was dim, moody, like in most of Hyun’s streams. The blondie came half an hour before filming. Hyunjin didn’t talk much with him except the greetings and some basic things required of him, Minho handled the rest of the talking. Showed the new guy around the studio while Jin got ready.
Today was a rather chill day, the day the least viewers showed up, but still a considerable amount for the middle of the work week.
Hyunjin’s makeup was already done from earlier that day, his signature dramatic purple-magenta smokey eye with lots of black eye pencil and non waterproof mascara. People apparently liked the black streaks it leaves down his face after some more intense sessions. He liked it too. He was wearing a very simple outfit, tight low waisted jeans and an oversized zip up hoodie in his brand’s purple color. He had matching purple socks with magenta hearts on them and some candy necklaces in similar colors, one of them with a big heart charm.
Just about when he was getting his cameras set up the way he liked them, the blondie walked in, still shaking like a leaf. Hyunjin couldn’t help but snort a little. No one would ever expect the absolute loser in a minecraft shirt and weed print socks that was standing in front of him to be the moderator and editor for his streams and videos. Most of his viewers would probably be appalled, although if he were to wear a little tight dress and some makeup maybe they’d change their mind.
He was smirking and snickering to himself while staring at the poor guy like a siren ready to devour a sailor. Minho scolded him before he even realized what he was doing. He probably made the guy even more scared.
“I’m leaving. Good luck Seongmin and Hyunjin behave.” Minho announced loudly, giving his sharp stare to the brunette before leaving the room and slamming the doors shut.
Seongmin. That was his name..
Seongmin… Min… Minnie.. It suits a pretty guy like him.
“Minnie.. “ he whispered, still staring at the blonde unapologetically, sizing him up for probably the fifth time that day.
“Don’t fuck up. “ Hyunjin’s voice was so sweet, combined with the innocent smile on his face it was barely recognizable as a threat, which only made it scarier somehow.
He was quick to shoo the shorter man behind the camera and into the newly bought office chair as he made his way to the luxurious bed. It was only a few minutes now until the scheduled time and he likes being punctual, it made his viewers the same. You train them to be there and if you always show up it means higher views and more money.
He sat in the middle of the bed like he always does, legs crossed in front of him, body leaned back supported by his arms. When he got comfortable he nodded at Min to start the stream. It was a little weird not being the one doing that but he could probably get used to not thinking about anything else besides his work.
Next to the camera stood three monitors, two for Seongmin to monitor the stream and do anything else he might need to and the third turned towards Hyunjin with the stream and the live chat so he could follow it as well. As soon as he saw people joining, the somewhat sinister smirk changed into a sweet smile once again.
“Hello everyone I’m sure you’ve missed me dearly. “ He greeted the early viewers shifting from leaning on both arms to only one so he could push his hair back and out of his face, the action making his half zipped up sweatshirt slip down revealing one of his shoulders. He giggled reading the increasing amount of messages pop up as more people joined. He bit his lip, dragging out the beginning of the stream as much as possible while waiting for more people.
“Hmmmm. Nothing much planned for today. I’m gonna be a little lazy, maybe you can follow along this time. “ He joked knowing people loved when he made the joi or cum with me types of videos. He didn’t do them often, that’s not what he wanted people to know him for, after all he really wasn’t doing this for their pleasure, it’s just that his own brings them joy so why keep it to himself when he can make money out of it. He always did whatever he wanted anyways.
“So do you like these cute jeans I got recently?“ He asked lazily moving from his laid back pose to all fours with his ass towards the camera. The low cut of the pants putting his whole lower back tattoo on display along with hugging his ass perfectly. Another giggle escaped his mouth as he twisted back to his previous sitting position.
“They have rhinestone hearts on their pockets. “ He explained as if he didn’t just show everyone those same back pockets. He was good at keeping people’s attention, being able to talk to himself for hours on end and switch topics like underwear. It was probably why he was pretty successful at being a normal streamer as well, aside from his unmatched looks of course.
When he was somewhat satisfied with the view count, the shift from that chatty, carefree persona to the sultry look only he knew how to give the camera was almost bizarre. He didn’t need words anymore, all could be understood from his eyes alone.
Still sitting the same way, he moved his right hand from the bed to his chest, sliding it down his body and coming back up the opposite side. His hand guided the viewer's eyes wherever he wanted and he was masterful at it. His head fell to the side, resting on his shoulder while he kept his eyes glued to the camera lens, keeping eye contact was important for things like this. Only this time ‘round on the way down his fingers caught the silver zipper of his sweatshirt pulling it down as his lips parted just enough to allow air to pass through. He was hot in the thick garment pushing it off his already exposed shoulder completely and letting it pool around his wrist. That was enough to expose his upper body almost completely. With a bite of his lip and the pretty navel jewelry exposed, he caressed his body with delicate touches. He worshipped himself. It was obvious in every little move of his fingertips that he loved himself and his body and he knew how to show it.
The wandering hand turned into two as his posture straightened out so he wouldn’t fall backwards and soon enough his hands weren’t just caressing and gently touching his exposed skin but instead grabbing and groping what they could get a hold of. He wasn’t shy in the slightest, you could see the satisfaction on his face as he squeezed his side just right and when his fingers grazed his nipples a little harder than intended. It was all a dance he did countless times and did flawlessly every time by now. It never gets boring though.
A bad thing about him however, is that he is a very impatient man, and when it came to his pleasure he was even more insatiable. He quickly grew tired of pinching and prodding and he really didn’t feel like having sore nipples later tonight so that was off the table too, instead he untangled his legs and pushed himself up on his knees. The sweatshirt now completely off his shoulders and hanging around his elbows and wrists accentuating his every move. His gaze traveled down, following his hand. He watched himself as he unbuttoned the new jeans, zipper going down on its own after the button was loose. He didn’t waste time shoving the same hand down his pants and grabbing himself over his plain white boxers. (No need for any expensive lingerie for the Tuesday live.) A few not so gentle squeezes and his eyes closed, his head still hanging low from previous staring. His breathing was getting a little shaky, he’d love to say it was performative but in reality it was the effect he had on himself. He liked looking at his screen and following every single move he made on himself from a much better viewpoint, the camera. There was nothing that could get him quite as worked up as looking at himself through someone else’s eyes.
His hand moved very slightly, up and down and up and down and the shaky breaths became heavy pants and quiet whines. Maybe he had a bit too much effect on himself, some would even argue narcissism was a better word for it. But it was what made his little show so captivating, what made others feel like that about him as well.
His hand sped up as the other found its way back to his chest and just like that he came with a whimper. His thighs trembled under his weight as the orgasm hit him, making him fall down on his butt. He stayed frozen for a few moments panting with his mouth open and eyes closed and his hand still down his pants.
A pretty sight.
“Ahhhh.. ha ha.. “ he exhaled, hissing as he pulled his hand away. He then freed his arms from the sweatshirt, throwing it on the floor next to the giant bed he was occupying.
“Too soon.. “ he complained quietly, his voice coming out a little raspier than at the beginning of the live stream.
“How about this? “ he asked with the same seductive tone he always addresses the camera with as he turned his back to it and mimicked the pose he was in when showing off his jeans. This time though he pushed his face down into the soft covers to free up his arms. In the new face down ass up pose he was able to easily pull down both his jeans and his underwear leaving them around his knees. Like any other good camboy he took the time to put himself on display for a little while, spreading his ass with his hands and wiggling his hips around. In this line of work it was a formality, like a handshake in an office. In about a minute he had enough of it though. He wasn’t a well mannered person in general so why follow expectations here.
Using the same hand he did to stroke his dick he pressed the pad of his middle finger against his entrance a couple of times, loosening the muscles up in a familiar way. He rubbed the finger against the delicate skin in a circular motion putting more and more pressure on it each turn it made. He only paused to bring the same finger up to his mouth and coat it in saliva for additional lube. He was too lazy to get the bottle of the strawberry flavoured lubricant from the bedside table so this will do just fine.
Within a couple of minutes he slipped a finger in slowly dragging it in and out. A few more and that turned into three fingers that he was more fucking into himself than dragging.
It felt good. Really good. And he easily got carried away. So the panting quickly turned into moans and whines. His slim fingers were long enough to make him feel good but not even close to satisfactory. However he was stubborn. Even when every muscle in his arm burned from the repeated labouring movement he kept going, twisting his arm and arching his back to hit that perfect spot at least once. When he did it made him mewl and shake. He knew better than to stop, forcing himself to concentrate on not losing speed or ferocity. And the reward for his efforts was another shaking orgasm that left him melting into the bed.
Instead of wasting time and waiting to recover from his own doing, he turned to lay on his back, head towards the camera. Still catching his breath, chest rising and falling noticeably fast he reached for something that was on the bed next to him this whole time. A sizable purple glass dildo, with tiny iridescent stars on the inside. He dragged the tip of it up his body, from his belly button, over his piercing, up his chest, pressing over his addams apple and outlining the shape of his chin before it landed on his parted lips. It was a little tricky, being breathless and sucking on a glass cock but Hyunjin was a professional.
He slid the toy over his lips, coating it in saliva and pointedly smearing the clear substance over his face, mixing it with the accumulated sweat. He looked crazy good with his long black hair sticking to his face in all the wrong ways. He flattened his tongue out over his lower lips and chin, slapping the dildo on it gently a couple times. His eyes wandered back to the camera, re-establishing that deadly eye contact again. He looked like pure sin. The dim lighting only made it worse, the way it bounced from his eyes and made him glisten, painting him like an expensive courtesan reserved only for the emperor. He’d definitely be worth a whole kingdom’s fortune if he were born back then.
He didn’t spend too long prepping the toy but he did make a show out of it. Keeping his tongue out, instead of just gliding the glass cock over it he pushed it into his mouth, slowly, with purpose. It easily disappeared completely between his lips, his throat trained to open up for it without any difficulties. He went slow at first pushing it all the way in, pulling it all the way out and swirling his tongue around the tip before pushing it all the way back in again. Similarly to how he fingered himself it turned into quick thrusts that pulled the toy only half way out before slamming back into the back of his throat. He continued until he caught himself gagging and that was a sign he was losing his patience and focus. He was also painfully hard again and that needed his immediate attention more than some glass dick.
With the jeans and underwear still hanging around his ankles he turned his legs towards the camera before lifting them up and hugging them with one arm. Maybe it was true that he didn’t have a big buff guy to throw him around but that didn’t mean he couldn’t fold himself in half all alone. He was flexible, another sought after trait in this industry. With his legs suspended up and his hole on full display, he reached down with the dildo in hand, smearing whatever was left around his entrance and mixing it with the saliva from the glass toy with its tip. Since his face wasn’t visible in this shot anyways he let his head rest back in the pillows and allowed his face to do whatever it wanted instead of keeping those lewd expressions on by design.
When he first tried to push the tip of the fake cock inside him there was a little resistance making him grit his teeths. It wasn’t painful by any means but the stretch was definitely not his favorite feeling ever, at first. When it morphs into pleasure just a few thrusts later that’s when the real fun begins.
In all honestly Hyunjin enjoyed the more extreme side of his job so when he did boring things like this, he needed to make up for it by being rough on himself. He gripped the purple toy so hard his fingers were getting numb but he couldn’t lose the grip in the middle of pounding his hole. The slightly curved shape made it easy to hit the prostate which helped a lot with the awkward positioning of his arm. The forced yelp that left his lips when he first punched it with the tip made him chuckle and readjust his hand to hit it again and again and again. He was sweating buckets by this point and his focus shifted from keeping the ruthless pace to trying to gulp down air, while his arm struggled to keep up with his brain. The irregular rytham making him surprised by his own movements. When he feels this good it’s easy to turn off the brain and let his body experience everything like it was someone else doing it.
He glanced at the monitor to see himself in this ending stage of his stream and god did it do things to him. He made eye contact with himself that was on the screen for just a second and it made his head spin. For just a spare moment he looked over, behind the monitor catching someone else’s eyes too just a moment before crossing the threshold again. He came for the third time shaking and groaning. The legs he was holding up he let go, landing him on his side. He was ruined, from the wet hair sticking to him, to the white ropes decorating his stomach and slowly sliding down towards the red bedsheets. He was still holding onto the translucent toy, he stared at it for a few seconds as his brain started working again. He brought it back to his lips giving it kisses and kitten licks. He then, realizing he could make it more degenerative, clumsily slid the toy down his body, leaving a trail of saliva until he reached his cum stained stomach. He picked up as much as he could with the slippery thing. He let the mix of it and his saliva drip down his fingers before licking over them and up the shaft of the toy, going until there was nothing else left on it.
He could go for a few more rounds for sure but it didn’t feel right knowing his viewers were probably done with as well. He let the hand with the toy fall next to his face and he smiled sweetly at the camera.
“I’ll leave you wanting more this time round. See you on Thursday. “ he waved with his free hand, sending a wink as people started leaving and/or begging for more.
After waving for an awkward amount of time he shot Seongmin a sharp look, making the blonde jump into action and end the live stream. Hyunjin groaned, having to deal with the clean up now. It’s not like he did a lot of cleaning himself, he has a cleaning person that keeps his studio professional. He did have to clean himself up though.
He kicked the jeans and underwear off, leaving him only in socks and his obnoxious necklaces. He stretched out his arms by pushing them as far above his head as he could and then sat up with a groan. He threw the dildo on the bed, leaving it behind him and he got up. He walked over to the armchairs that occupied the space next to the heart bed, taking the black and gray Versace robe and putting it on, only then did Min realize it had giant gold lettering, spelling HYUNJIN on the back. Hyunjin on the other hand didn’t really pay much attention to anything while checking his phone. He was checking the statistics from the live, looking through his Twitter mentions and saving his favorite picture from today.
He was standing there for at least 10 minutes just typing away on his phone. When he turned to leave he realized Seongmin was still sitting in the office chair looking at him. Hyunjin made his way towards the door and at the same time Min who was still in some sort of trance. When his whole body was revealed to Hyun he took a good look up and down, a smirk on his face.
“Stop staring. You’re done for today, go home. “ he said, staring pointedly at the very obvious tent in the blonde’s pants. Before he got to say anything Hyunjin was out the door snickering condescendingly to himself, like he always does.