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It doesn't start like a bad day. Just an ordinary Tuesday on an ordinary day in late winter with his ordinary routine of a takeaway coffee on his commute to the office. Tuesdays are his cheat days, so he opts for a whole milk latte instead of the usual black Americano that, truth be told, he still finds too bitter even after years of convincing himself he doesn't.
He greets the day receptionist on his way up, nods to a few colleagues, and then settles in his office. He'd been upgraded from the usual tiny cubicle to a small room with actual walls and a door with the promotion he received the previous quarter. His business cards now read Jung Sungchan, Lead of Corporate Social Responsibility, in a fancy graphite-black font.
Sure, his days are lonelier now that he sits five floors up from his old team, but the pay is much better, and he finally has the chance to make a real difference. Just as soon as he figures out how to actually convince the management to follow the guidelines he painstakingly crafts.
He doesn't mind the unpaid overtime to draft up a last-minute report on their sustainability goals for 2035, or the fact that somebody has taken his umbrella so by the time he reaches the station, he's soaking wet. He even faces the sold out sign on his favorite burger at his favorite burger place with calm stoicism.
It isn't until he finally reaches home and opens his laptop that the universe hits him with the final blow: his ultimate guilty pleasure, a cam-boy called Bina, has deleted his entire channel on the sketchy tube site he usually posts on.
Sungchan stares at the screen forlornly, not even noticing the ten blinking pop-ups advertising more porn with jiggly boobs and firm asses. Embarrassingly enough, Bina has been the one bright spot in his dull life, the thing to look forward to during long days at the office. Sungchan's watched every single one of Bina's videos, most more than once.
For the most part, he's lost interest in any other porn; none of the boys or girls on the internet have quite the same effect on his cock as the pretty-faced Bina with his perfect red mouth, an enticing star tattoo on his left buttock, and the breathiest moans. Sungchan refuses to call it an addiction. It's just a keen interest.
In his desperation, Sungchan inputs Bina's name in the search engine, even though Sohee-the-IT-guy always warns him that the corporations will profile him with anything he searches for. If Big Tech knows he occasionally enjoys a pretty boy with a glittery pink dildo, then so be it.
The first result coming up is an ad for OnlyStans, a subscription site Sungchan's heard of but never considered joining. He doesn't get his hopes up, fearing it's just a scam to draw him in. He clicks on the link, and relief floods him as Bina's pictures fill his screen. There's even a little video clip with Bina asking him to subscribe.
Sungchan never really thought he'd be the kind of person to pay for porn, but it doesn't take him long to click on the big flashing button promising him a discount rate for the first month. Just the lowest subscription level, just to see for now.
★
"Shouldn't you be going home?"
Sungchan lifts his head up from his arms, where it's been resting for the past thirty minutes or so. He blinks blearily at Sohee, the IT guy, who's standing on the other side of his desk.
"I have a presentation to finish for tomorrow," Sungchan says, and glances at his screen. He's still missing a whole section on environmental issues. Not that anyone is likely to even glance at the material he's collected.
"The WiFi will be shut down for maintenance tonight, so you might as well go," Sohee says with a shrug. "Don't want to lose all that work, do you?"
Sungchan nods and slowly gathers his things while trying to stretch out the kink in his neck. He hasn't gotten home before nine the whole week. Maybe he can just copy the section from the previous quarter's report in the morning.
"Thanks. Good night," he says, but Sohee's already gone.
He's barely able to keep his eyes open on the train ride home, but by the time he's ready for bed his fingers are itching to open the app he's just downloaded the previous day. A burger in one hand and the phone in the other, he quickly gives up the pretense of reading a self-help book titled Navigating the Corporate and opens OnlyStans instead. It's a Wednesday, which means there will be no new content, but he's already upgraded his subscription to include archived videos and photos.
There's a video of Bina just chatting to the camera in skimpy clothes that Sungchan's planning on watching. It's the perfect pick-me-up for those nights when he's too tired to jerk off, but still needs something to help soothe the anxious thoughts circling in his head.
Bina is online NOW! Subscribe to REALCHAT for just 5000 won a month!
Sungchan knows how these things work. It's never the real person you're chatting with, but an AI bot or some underpaid student who will be scarred for life after what he reads. It's dumb and a waste of money.
Still, he clicks on the banner, agrees to the additional payment, and is quickly rewarded with a clip of Bina telling him how excited he is to chat with his fans. It does lift his mood a little, however generic it might be.
A little chat bubble appears on the corner of his screen.
Hi, he types. Even if it is all fake, maybe it will be worth it anyway. It's not like Bina knows who he is, anyway. Just one of the hundreds of guys watching him through the screen.
Bina: Hello, hyung. Tell me about your day?
Jinsu: It was pretty bad. But I'm better now, talking to you.
Bina: I'm happy to be talking to you, too!
★
Sungchan's taken a rare day off from work, a Friday, and spent the better part of the day shopping. It feels like ages since he's had time to just leisurely walk from boutique to boutique and find clothes he actually likes rather than the conservative suits he's expected to wear for work. There's time for a slow lunch, too, and a few hours for browsing through sex toys and slutty costumes on his computer. A few days before, Bina had offered to use something Sungchan especially liked in one of his videos. A birthday treat, he called it. Sungchan isn't stupid; he knows it was simply another way to keep him paying the monthly fees. He can't bring himself to care.
Bot or no, his days always get a little bit brighter when chatting with Bina. It feels real enough, especially when it seems Bina has incorporated some of the things they'd chatted about into his streams. Just the other week, Sungchan had offhandedly mentioned liking it when Bina talked about his day while he was waiting for his live viewers to show up, and starting from the next show, Bina had spent a few more minutes doing just that. And kept it up since, even when half the chat suggested there was a much better use for his mouth.
It probably isn't healthy how attached he's grown to their chats and the lives, but he can't bring himself to stop. Sungchan doesn't have time to date anyone anyway, not with the hours he works.
There's a kitty collar with a little bell he likes more than he cares to admit. It's advertised as comfortable for the wearer, made out of real leather, and with a safety clasp, so there's no real danger of choking. Sungchan saves the link before he can think too much about it. It's hardly the kinkiest thing Bina has worn in his videos.
When it's time for Bina's Friday live, he's freshly showered and lounging on the bed, a shiver running down his spine when Bina addresses the camera and asks about his day and his plans. Well, not him personally, but he likes to pretend there aren't others watching anyway.
He sends a tip with a message saying he'd finally listened to Bina's advice and taken a day off. He likes to think it's his message that makes Bina smile like that, and not just the money he's earning.
Bina likes to start slow, the tension building as he undresses and pulls out any toy he's planning to use. Today it's his favorite pink dildo, nothing fancy, but the way he toys with it, running his fingers along the tip of it, has Sungchan hardening in his boxers before Bina's taken off a single piece of clothing.
It's fine though, Sungchan's become a master of edging himself, only allowing himself brief touches on his cock until Bina's nearing the end. He likes to time his orgasm right after Bina's.
This time is no different, Sungchan rock hard and leaking at the tip by the time Bina finally fucks himself with the dildo. Sungchan barely blinks, not wanting to miss a single second, his eyes glued to Bina's naked body and flushed face. Bina's moans always get an edge of desperation to them when he's getting close, his voice whiny when he asks for more, and his back arched when he presses the toy in deeper.
It isn't until Bina whispers out a broken I'm so close, please, I need you, that Sungchan fully takes himself in hand, trying to match his pace to Bina's, biting his lip as he pretends it's his cock, not a toy, being pushed into Bina's willing body.
Sungchan comes fast and hard, nearly kicking the laptop off the bed as his whole body convulses. He struggles to keep his eyes open, wanting to see Bina, now prone on the bed, eyes closed as he catches his breath.
Sungchan used to close the stream quickly after he came, too ashamed of jerking off to a stranger on camera, but now he likes to linger. It usually takes a little while before Bina ends the stream. It feels more intimate afterwards, too, with only a few viewers left.
"Whoa," Bina says, shooting a lazy smile at the camera. "Give me a moment, okay? I have an announcement."
Sungchan sits up, wrinkling his nose at the cooling pool of come clinging to his abs. The worst part of this is how cold the bed feels afterwards. He really should find a real relationship, he knows that, but none of the guys on the apps he's signed up on are even half as pretty as Bina.
"Okay, so. I'll be opening a lucky draw type of thing for my long-time followers. To celebrate one thousand daily subscribers, I'm giving one person the chance to come film with me. So if you'd like that, make sure you check your email, okay?"
Bina ends the stream quickly after that, but Sungchan is already hunting through a swamp of newsletters and crypto ads to find the message. His palms are sweaty when he clicks it open.
A chance to meet with Bina for real. To film with him, meaning, to touch him. Have him touch Sungchan in return. Sungchan signs up without a second thought of whether he's actually ready to have sex on camera, or if that's a smart move for his career or personal life.
It's unlikely he'll win, anyway. There will be hundreds of men signing up, he's sure.
★
"You really shouldn't browse porn apps on the company WiFi, you know."
Sungchan chokes on the soup he's been trying to gobble up in the ten-minute window he has between meetings. He quickly slaps his phone screen down on the table and tries not to look guilty when he meets Sohee's somewhat amused gaze.
"They can fire you for that," Sohee says.
"They can?" Sungchan asks, his heart plummeting in his chest. Getting fired for the one good thing in his uninspiring life would really just be the cherry on top of the shitty cake.
"Look, I'll show you how to set up a VPN, and then you're good to go," Sohee says, and grabs Sungchan's phone before Sungchan can protest.
Sungchan leaves him be. Truth be told he's slightly intimidated by the guy, just like everyone else in the company. To avoid an awkward silence he makes a quick trip to the toilet to assess the damage the spilled soup made on his shirt. Luckily, the stains are low enough to hide as long as he angles the camera just right.
He tries not to think too hard about what else Sohee has learned about him through his internet traffic. Probably that he works too much and feeds himself almost exclusively through delivery apps. It's not like he usually opens OnlyStans during the work day, but it's been two weeks, and Bina still hasn't announced the winner.
"Why are you helping me?" Sungchan asks once he gets back into his office. Sure, he's always polite enough with Sungchan whenever their paths cross, but the longest time they've spent together is an elevator ride from the basement to the executive floor of the building.
"You gotta stick it to the man when you can," Sohee says. Sungchan can't tell if it's a joke or not.
"Everyone in my old team seems to think I am the man, now," Sungchan sighs. Sohee simply snorts, and Sungchan can't help but smile. He's starting to think his role is just an elaborate prank, considering how little anyone actually cares for his ideas. He hopes so, anyway, since that's preferable to the alternative of the company simply needing his project proposals and presentations to convince the stockholders and general public that they actually care about something other than big profits.
"All done," Sohee says after a few more minutes of fiddling with Sungchan's phone. "I charged it to your corporate account. You really needed better password protection, too, so I took care of that as well."
"Thanks," Sungchan says, and genuinely means it. "I'll buy you a coffee sometime."
"Don't worry about it," Sohee says and hands him back his phone. "I think you got a message, by the way. Seemed like good news."
He's gone before Sungchan can react. Aside from family, few people ever actually message him. He's already late for his next meeting anyway, so he discreetly checks the app.
Bina: Congrats, hyung, you're the lucky winner!
Bina: Are you still interested?
The world spins for a second.
Jinsu: I accept!!!!!!!!
Bina: Okay. I'll send you the details tonight.
Sungchan stares at the screen, his head a mess.
Bina: You can call me Wonbin, by the way. Looking forward to meeting you, for real.
★
Wonbin's building is so ordinary-looking it's almost funny. Sungchan's still nervous standing outside his door, wondering if the businessman who shared the lift with him suspected anything amiss. He almost bails, but then the door slowly swings open, and Wonbin is there, in person.
He's breathtaking on first glance.
"Sungchan?" Wonbin asks.
Sungchan nods, his voice stuck somewhere in his throat.
"Come in."
The apartment is ordinary, too, a little cramped, but cosy. Sungchan looks around and tries to find something to say to break the awkward silence stretching between them. It has always been so easy chatting with Wonbin, and he's usually good with people. Now, he fears coming off too strong and messing things up.
"You're even prettier in person," he finally blurts out. Wonbin's face lights up with a smile, and Sungchan relaxes ever-so-slightly.
"Would you like something to drink?" Wonbin asks with a vague gesture towards the fridge.
"Thank you," Sungchan says and takes a seat on Wonbin's low couch, trying not to stare when Wonbin crouches down to the fridge. "Anything's good."
Their fingers touch when Wonbin hands him a bottle of water, and he swears he feels a spark.
"How was your day?" Wonbin asks, not really looking at Sungchan when he sits down next to him. He smells nice, slightly sweet, and it stirs something in the pit of Sungchan's stomach.
"I— uh. I left work early, actually. I couldn't really focus." Sungchan turns to smile at Wonbin, and then forgets to look away. He really is criminally beautiful up close like this.
"You left early?" Wonbin looks pleased, like whenever anyone would tip him especially well. Sungchan likes being the reason for that smile.
"Couldn't stop thinking of you," he says. Maybe it's too bold, but it seems pointless to hide it. He's spent a substantial amount of money on Wonbin by now, so it shouldn't come as a surprise to him.
"Yeah?" Wonbin asks, his voice husky. If this were a date, Sungchan would kiss him, but he's unsure where the boundaries are now. He shouldn't assume.
Sungchan gulps down half of the water in one go, tearing his eyes from Wonbin's face to look around the room. "It's a nice place."
"Thanks." Wonbin says and stands up. "Do you want to see the bedroom?"
"Yeah, okay," Sungchan agrees, fighting to pull himself together. He doesn't want to seem like just another horny guy salivating after Wonbin. He's here to learn how things are done, so everything will look good for the cameras for the actual shoot. Wonbin probably just wants to talk to him about lighting and camera angles.
The bedroom looks smaller than on camera, with a desk against one wall and Wonbin's bed against the other. A tripod and a light stand in the corner of the room, next to tall a wardrobe. Ordinary, really, aside from the kitty collar and collection of vibrators in a box on top of the desk. It's the collar he recommended, he realizes, though Wonbin hasn't worn it yet.
Wonbin sits down on the bed and looks up at Sungchan. So many of Wonbin's streams start just like that.
"So, what were you thinking about the— I'm good with anything. I mean, just what you're comfortable with." Sungchan's looking anywhere but at Wonbin. The sight of him on that bed, even fully dressed, is so hard to resist. "Did you want to check some camera angles? I'm bigger— taller, you know, so maybe it's different."
"Come sit down?" Wonbin asks, patting the covers next to him.
Sungchan does, settling on the very edge of the bed, careful to leave space between their bodies. His eyes get stuck on the dip just above Wonbin's exposed collarbone. He wants to lick the space, to taste his skin.
"Don't you want to practice for next week, hyung?" Wonbin asks, casually, like he's talking about a presentation for a meeting. Maybe for him it is just as boring.
"You think we should?" Sungchan asks. His heart is beating too fast, and he feels flushed, too hot, his ears probably burning. He's never wanted anyone this much in his life.
"I think we should," Wonbin says, and scoots back on the bed.
"Yeah, yes," Sungchan says, and moves closer, awkwardly on his side, both too close and too far at the same time. "Can I kiss you?"
"Please?"
It's all the permission he needs to finally close the gap, to press his palm against Wonbin's cheek and pull him into a kiss. Wonbin comes willingly, pressing himself against Sungchan's body and parting his lips for a deeper kiss.
He's perfect in every way possible, fitting in Sungchan's arms like he was made to be there. The kiss turns into two, then three, then it's more than that, Wonbin on top of him, rocking his hips into Sungchan's.
Wonbin pulls back just enough to break the kiss, his hands hovering over the clasp of Sungchan's belt.
"Can I?" he asks.
"Anything you want," Sungchan says. "Anything."
Wonbin doesn't waste time undoing the belt and the button and the zipper, Sungchan watching him without daring to breathe. Wonbin cups his half-hard cock through his underwear, a smile playing on his lips when he looks up to meet Sungchan's eyes.
"Do you want to fuck me, hyung?"
"Yes," he stammers. Sungchan's never felt such an overwhelming need to kiss, and touch, and taste. Really, he would've been satisfied with anything, having no expectations coming here, but now, now he can't think of anything else.
It's a struggle for him to stop touching Wonbin for long enough to get both their clothes off, wanting to lick every new patch of skin he reveals. He's seen it all, of course, but a camera offers only a pale imitation of reality. He's never felt the heat of Wonbin's mouth before, never known the salty taste of his skin.
"Do you have— stuff?" Sungchan asks, like an idiot, letting his hand slide down from Wonbin's back to the small curve of his ass. The star tattoo is right there, under Sungchan's fingers. He squeezes, on reflex. Wonbin seems to like it.
"I'm already ready for you," Wonbin says. It sounds different, less exaggerated than when he speaks to his audience, more raw. At least, that's what Sungchan wants to think. Then, his fingertips find the slick and relaxed opening of Wonbin's body, and he stops thinking at all.
He can easily slide in two fingers at once, pushing them in deeper until he draws a breathy moan from Wonbin's lips. It's a pity he doesn't get to stretch Wonbin open himself. It's one of his favorite fantasies, imagining taking Wonbin apart with just his hands and mouth.
"Come on," Wonbin whines, wrapping his lubed-up hand around Sungchan's erection and massaging it slowly.
"Fuck, you're perfect," Sungchan breathes out.
"Thank you," Wonbin says, and then he's positioning himself on Sungchan's cock. Sungchan grabs his hips to help balance him, watching in awe as Wonbin sinks down.
They both still for a moment, and this time it's Wonbin who leans in to kiss him. It's too intense to stay like this; he can't help but move his hips, push a little deeper in. Wonbin moans and starts to rock his hips, slowly picking up speed.
Sungchan won't last, unraveling with every slow kiss they share. He wraps his fingers around Wonbin's cock, surprised to find it already leaking at the tip, barely touched until now. He pushes his own need down, focusing on Wonbin's pleasure, for now.
"You're holding back," Wonbin gasps, a small pout on his mouth.
"I like watching you come first," Sungchan says. He might not have done this before, but he's been watching long enough to know where Wonbin likes touching himself. He presses his thumb against Wonbin's peaked nipple and rubs while his mouth searches for a sweet spot on Wonbin's neck.
He can tell Wonbin's close, his breaths shallow, and the rhythm of his hips growing uneven. Sungchan thrusts up, deeper into Wonbin's body, keeps stroking him and touching him until he cries out and comes, his nails digging into Sungchan's arms.
The sight and feeling alone are enough to drive Sungchan over the edge, too, and he quickly follows suit, chasing the edge of his pleasure with a few sharp thrusts, and then he's gone.
Sungchan falls back onto the pillows, Wonbin still in his lap, his face hidden against Sungchan's chest. He's spent and in bliss, but the rate of his heart still speeds up at the casual closeness.
"Are you okay?" Sungchan asks once Wonbin finally moves and slowly lifts himself off of Sungchan's softening cock. "I'm sorry— I should've asked."
Wonbin shuts him up with a kiss.
"You always tell me you'd want to come inside," Wonbin says.
Sungchan's face feels too warm. He doesn't like to think back to the things he writes in the chat in the heat of the moment. "I was never sure if it was really you."
"It was really me," Wonbin says. "Always, with you."
Sungchan isn't sure what that means, but he leans in for a light kiss anyway. Maybe he'll ask, a little later.
They shower together, mostly in silence, though Sungchan catches Wonbin stealing glances at him, at his body. Sungchan doesn't even try to hide the way his eyes linger on Wonbin's, on his small waist and cute ass.
Wonbin takes him back to bed — under the covers this time, wrapping himself around Sungchan like he owns him. Sungchan likes it. A little too much if he's honest.
Maybe this has all been a dream, and he'll wake up to an empty bed. Maybe this really was just a practice round, an attempt to make him less awkward for the cameras. But he can't help but hope for more, spurred on by every smile and laugh he receives.
Wonbin talks about his day like it's natural, like he wants Sungchan to hear these things. Neither of them mentions practice anymore, or the planned shoot for next week.
"I'd like to ask you out tomorrow," Sungchan says quietly after the conversation has lulled.
"Yes," Wonbin mumbles, and burrows somehow even closer to Sungchan's body. It feels like a promise. It feels like it's meant to be.