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Akutagawa has always worked best solo.
The audience loves him because he interacts with them the most out of the other cammers. He insults them. Degrades them. Strips for them. Comes for them.
In turn, they shell out their hard-earned money and throw it at the screen, blindly hoping that Akutagawa will see their comments and react to them. Hoping that he will ignore them, just the way that they like.
The audience loves to watch Akutagawa play with himself, but recently, they have wanted more. It manifests in a few comments here and there or a donation with a special request. They’re small things, but Dazai notices.
When Dazai brings up the idea of camming with someone else, Akutagawa thinks he's joking. He doesn't take the idea seriously, because he's always worked best alone. He doesn't need another person to fuck, has never needed another person. Akutagawa became the ADA's top camboy by himself, and he wants it to stay that way.
So naturally, Akutagawa ignores the idea and forgets about it.
Until one day, when Dazai shows up with a smile on his face and a new boy on his arm, and Akutagawa’s life is suddenly, irreparably changed.
—
Akutagawa walks into work at exactly 8:00pm, but he knows Dazai will give him shit for it. He's supposed to report to the studio at eight, but being on time is being late in Dazai's book, so Akutagawa braces himself for a lecture.
Surprisingly, Dazai is not in his office when Akutagawa arrives. He seeks out Tanizaki, another cammer who works with another girl named Naomi. They are very popular together, and they may or may not be siblings. (Akutagawa has never asked, but it wouldn't surprise him if they were. Kinkier things than that have gone on behind the closed doors of the studio.)
"Have you seen Dazai?" Akutagawa asks the redhead. Today, his hair is pulled back with butterfly clips and he's wearing lipgloss.
"Not today. He had Chuuya moderate my session with Naomi because he said he was busy,” Tanizaki adds. Akutagawa ponders Dazai's whereabouts for a moment, and then decides to write it off as a blessing in disguise. At least he isn't being yelled at for walking into work on time.
Akutagawa hangs up his coat and heads next door to the room that functions as a dressing room. The studio itself is small, only a few rooms connected by a long hallway, but considering most cammers work out of their bedrooms, the ADA is a mansion.
Two of the rooms are for sessions. The walls have been mostly soundproofed, and there is streaming equipment set up inside: a camera, a few laptops, and whatever props the cammer is using for their session. One room has been designed as a bedroom, the other as a living room.
Unlike most cammers, the ADA has a producer to moderate the sessions. Dazai is the main lead; for any given session, he plans a general overview of what the cammer will be doing: what toys they'll use, who they work with, and how long the session will go. During the sessions, Dazai filters the comments live so that the cammer can focus on their show.Sometimes, viewers will bid on what toys the cammer uses next. Other times, viewers will have to raise a certain amount of money to see the person come.
It all depends.
Akutagawa has been camming for almost a year, but he's making the best money he's ever made in his life and he gets to pleasure himself for the entertainment of others multiple nights a week. He doesn't know why he didn't start earlier.
Akutagawa doesn't know what his session will be today. Usually, he meets with Dazai when he first arrives, but since Dazai isn't here, Akutagawa goes to get ready for his session early. He showers, and Yosano (another cammer who also works in a salon) helps him wax his legs and arms so that he’s practically hairless. His viewers love it.
He is walking out of the shower, only wearing a pair of sweatpants and a towel around his neck when he bumps into Dazai and a man he's never seen before.
"Akutagawa-kun, this is Atsushi Nakajima. He'll be joining you in your session today," Dazai says, simply.
Akutagawa is dumbstruck. The boy in front of him is young, like, really young— young enough that Akutagawa would think twice about fucking him. But other than his age, the boy looks... innocent. Untouched. Pure.
Squeaky fucking clean.
He has a terrible haircut, uneven and kind of long on one side with one black streak that signals the remnants of a bad dye job. He's wearing a white, collared shirt and cropped black pants, and he looks like he's never gotten his hands dirty. Akutagawa instantly hates him.
The boy Dazai had called Atsushi is smiling (smiling!) at him, and Akutagawa sneers.
"Nice to meet you, Akutagawa-kun," he says, holding out his hand.
Akutagawa ignores it until Dazai glares at him. Akutagawa reluctantly shakes the new boy's hand.
"Why do I need another person in my session?" he growls, eyes narrowed at Dazai.
"Because your viewers have been asking for it, and I pay you. So you do whatever I tell you," Dazai says curtly. Akutagawa's face flushes, but Atsushi doesn't catch it.
"What's your stage name?" Atsushi asks. Akutagawa snorts; at least the kid knew that cammers didn't use their real names in broadcasts. That was a start.
"Ryu, or El Diablo, if you're feeling brave."
Atsushi just nods, and Dazai looks moderately pleased with himself.
"Let me guess: you need help with a name?" Akutagawa asks, rolling his eyes.
"I have one," Atsushi says, nonchalantly. "I go by Jinko, cause people say I act like a cat, and I do my best work at night.”
Akutagawa is taken aback, because, first, who are people , and second, he is starting to realize that Atsushi may not be as innocent as he looks.
Dazai shows Atsushi to the bathroom, and he leaves to shower and get ready for the session. Akutagawa turns to Dazai.
"Where the hell did you find this kid?"
"It doesn't matter. I want to see how you work with other people. Just put on a show with him and don't ask questions," Dazai snaps.
"Fine," Akutagawa huffs. Dazai's approval matters more than Akutagawa's annoyance at sharing the spotlight. "At least tell me how old he is. He looks like he's 15, and you know I don't do that shit."
"He's 20."
"He doesn't fucking look it," Akutagawa mumbles.
Dazai glares at him, and he balks.
"What am I— what are we doing tonight?" Akutagawa asks.
"Audience choice. Highest bidder,” Dazai says, already scrolling through his phone. Akutagawa nods and walks away.
—
Akutagawa's session starts at 10:00pm. It's the ADA's prime timeslot, garnering the most viewers and earning the most donations. The session is being held in the living room set, so Akutagawa walks in at 9:45, dressed in grey sweatpants and a loose black crop top.
Atsushi is already in the room, wearing a white button-up that’s opened to reveal a tank top underneath, as well as a pair of tight black gym shorts that don't quite cover all of his ass. Akutagawa tries to tear his eyes away.
Dazai is explaining to Atsushi how the session works, and Akutagawa gets annoyed all over again that he has to work with someone so unprofessional.
"It's essentially a bidding war tonight, so you two will fulfill the requests of whoever pays the most. Got it?"
Atsushi nods.
"Let's get this over with," Akutagawa says, sighing dramatically and alerting the other two of his presence.
Atsushi considers Akutagawa for a moment, and Akutagawa feels strangely exposed under the other man's stare.
"Akutagawa-kun, play nice," Dazai sings playfully, but Akutagawa can sense the hint malice in his voice. He swallows thickly and looks at the ground.
“Alright, it's almost time," Dazai announces, giving the camera and monitors a final check.
Atsushi nods (is the man capable of doing anything other than nodding?) and then walks over to the couch. As he passes by Akutagawa, he whispers something that Dazai can't hear.
"I'm sure we'll have fun, Ryu-kun," he purrs, and Akutagawa's eyes widen as a jolt of heat runs down his spine.
Atsushi is definitely not as innocent as he looks.
—
This much is clear when Atsushi kisses him.
The session had started like it normally did: Dazai counted down and Akutagawa slipped easily into character, the stress of the day and the new boy leaving his mind easily as he stared down the camera. Akutagawa is a performer , after all.
In lieu of a greeting, Akutagawa had just run a hand through his hair, disinterested in the chat that blew up on the screen in front of him. Their setup included a monitor that faced Akutagawa, so he could read the comments from his loyal fans.
It also gave allowed him to watch as he took himself apart. Akutagawa wouldn't have ever classified himself as a narcissist, but there was something so hot about being lost in the moment, only to look up to see yourself staring back, flushed and sweaty and desperate.
But before he could get there, Akutagawa needed to set a scene, develop interest, and— most importantly— get paid. And the best way to do that was to start by ignoring the people watching him.
Akutagawa runs his hands lightly over his ribcage, lifting his shirt up to expose his nipples. He then makes eye contact with the camera, finally, after a full minute, and the chat explodes again.
"Ryu, take off your shirt"
"You look delicious."
"God, you're hot"
Akutagawa decides to finally acknowledge his fans.
"Hello lovelies," he hums, flicking his hair. "I see we already have some tips..." Akutagawa's eyes glance at the bottom corner of the camera, where the tip jar will be located on his viewers' screens. He bites his bottom lip with a sly smile.
"You know what to do. Keep those coming, and you get to see more of what you want."
Akutagawa drags his hands down his body again, tugging the waistband of his sweatpants low on his hip bones, teasing.
It only lasts a moment, before Akutagawa snaps them up again with a bored expression.
The screen in front of him pings as donations spill in, begging Akutagawa to remove the layer of clothing.
"Take them off!!"
"Please, Ryu-kun, strip for us"
"Stop teasing"
"I'm so hard."
Akutagawa smiles to himself. Only three minutes in and he has the audience right where he wants them.
Dazai waves to get his attention.
"It's time to introduce Jinko," he says. The camera doesn't catch it; they have the mics set up so the producer can give commands without interrupting the show. Akutagawa taps his finger on his thigh to acknowledge he understands.
"I have a surprise tonight," Akutagawa says, licking his lips. "Do you want to see the surprise?"
The sounds of chats and virtual money ring out, and Akutagawa smiles.
"Very well. Come on out, love," he croons, beckoning Atsushi onscreen.
Atsushi saunters on, his eyes locked on Akutagawa. He briefly glances at the camera before he sits down on the couch next to Akutagawa.
He reaches over to touch Akutagawa's chest, and Akutagawa's breath catches in his throat.
Atsushi begins to run his hands up and down Akutagawa's body, mimicking what Akutagawa had done to himself mere moments before. Atsushi toys with the hem of his crop top, pulls the drawstring on his sweatpants, grabs Akutagawa's thighs and squeezes.
Akutagawa can't remember the last time he was touched like this.
It takes a significant amount of effort for him to ignore Atsushi's body worship and keep his eyes focused on the camera, smiling lazily like Atsushi's hands aren’t crawling over every inch of his exposed skin.
"This is Jinko," Akutagawa introduces. Instantly, the chat goes crazy and donations begin to /pour/ in, faster than they had before, faster than Akutagawa has ever seen, in fact.
It's possible Dazai is on to something. Even though Akutagawa hates sharing the spotlight, he figures he will indulge his boss's idea for one night and maybe earn a little extra.
"Jinko will be joining me in tonight's session. Do you want to see us together?" Akutagawa asks the chat innocently. He has come back to his senses enough to reach out and stroke Atsushi's hair, pushing a loose strand behind his ear gently. The gesture could almost be considered loving; Akutagawa is a good actor.
Akutagawa returns his attention to the camera.
"Tonight, we'll be doing a viewer's choice stream," he explains, as Atsushi begins to move closer, still running his hands over Atkutagawa's chest.
"You have 5 minutes per round to put in requests. The biggest donor will get to decide what we do."
Dazai types the instructions and pins them in the chat, nodding to Akutagawa to proceed.
"Five minutes starts now. Get bidding, lovelies," Akutagawa says with a mischievous wink.
And then, Atsushi kisses him.
Akutagawa wouldn't normally be so stunned by a kiss— he fucks himself on camera for a living— if it wasn't so searing . Atsushi's lips are like fire against his, and his fingers wind through Akutagawa's hair and tug, just enough to make him whimper escape from behind his lips.
Akutagawa's hands move on their own, grabbing Atsushi's shirt and pulling him towards him on the couch. He roughly grabs the back of Atsushi's neck and kisses him deeper. The other hand slips down to Atsushi's ass, which is immediately slapped away.
So, the weretiger can play, Akutagawa thinks to himself, just as Atsushi's tongue dips into his mouth. Akutagawa moans .
He tells himself that it's all for the audience. And it is, in a way. Akutagawa's job is to enjoy himself, so why should this be any different?
He hears the pings of donations pouring in, the tip jar refilling over and over as he and Atsushi make out. He bites Atsushi's lower lip before pulling away. Atsushi whines .
The sound travels straight to his groin, but Akutagawa ignores it.
For now.
"Soon, Jinko," he says, playfully reprimanding Atsushi. "We have to wait for them to tell us what to do ."
Akutagawa accents last word, smirking at the camera as if they're being let in on a secret. Atsushi takes the cue and pouts.
"But I want you now, Ryu-kun," he whines, again, pawing at Akutagawa's shirt and causing Akutagawa to inhale sharply.
Akutagawa decides to let his desire take the lead. It's all for the show, of course, and Akutagawa reminds himself of this.
"Mmmm... I guess we can play, Jinko," he purrs, dragging his fingers up Atsushi's chest. He suddenly grabs Atsushi's face in one hand, squeezing his cheeks, before turning back to the camera.
"Jinko is so sweet, so innocent," Akutagawa continues, a devious gleam in his eye as he looks over Atsushi.
"So now you decide: do you want to see me wreck Jinko, or do you want this sweet, naive little boy choke on my cock?"
The chat explodes. Donations begin to flood in, as viewers place their votes in the form of dollars about who they want to destroy whom.
Akutagawa glances up at Dazai, who looks curious, and well, interested.
Pride swells in Akutagawa's chest and he squares his attention back on Atsushi, who is now kissing his jaw and whispering in his ear.
"—you're going to wreck me, huh? You think I'm so innocent and sweet, right Ryu-kun?"
Akutagawa's eyes widen. The viewers can see Atsushi is speaking but they can't hear what he's saying.
"Oh, I'm going to have you begging for me, Ryu. I'm going to make you scream."
Atsushi's words send a flash of heat down Akutagawa's stomach and into his dick, and he feels himself getting hard at the sound of Atsushi's voice.
Akutagawa sets his jaw to steady himself and tries to look disinterested. He tips Atsushi's chin up to meet his lips in a kiss, mostly to shut Atsushi up. He can't handle Atsushi's dirty talk, especially since it's coming from such a sweet and unassuming face. Especially since it's just for him.
Akutagawa hears the bell ringing from the monitor, alerting him that the voting period has ended and the results are being tallied. He pulls away from Atsushi and takes a cursory glance at the chat.
He and Atsushi notice it at the same time. To Atsushi's credit, his eyes widen only a little when he spots it.
In glittering letters at the top of the screen, there is a donation vote in favor of Atsushi going down on Akutagawa. It's a large amount of money. A ridiculous amount of money, actually. Larger than any single donation than Akutagawa has ever gotten in a solo stream. Large enough to make Dazai inhale sharply and then grin wildly.
" $1,000. " And below that: " I want to see Ryu come on Jinko's face. xo "
Akutagawa's eyes flick back to Atsushi, raising his one eyebrow almost imperceptibly. Atsushi smiles slyly back at him, giving him all the confirmation he needs.
"I see someone is excited to see Jinko go down on me," Akutagawa acknowledges the audience with a wicked grin. Atsushi licks his lips next to him, and Akutagawa's heart stutters in his chest, cause like, it's incredibly hot.
"Thank you LoversCraft16 for the very generous donation," Atsushi purrs. Akutagawa is impressed; so far, Atsushi hasn't addressed the audience, but it seems like the young cammer has some sense of professionalism.
But Akutagawa can't tell him this, because they are live on camera and also Atsushi's head is big enough as it is. He just hopes Atsushi's mouth is as smooth as the comments he's making.
This time, Akutagawa kisses Atsushi first. He grabs the back of Atsushi's head, threading his fingers into Atsushi's hair (which is very soft, Akutagawa notes). Atsushi smiles into the kiss, which makes Akutagawa scowl.
Atsushi should not be smiling like a fucking schoolgirl. He should be moaning and begging for Akutagawa to touch him more. It's infuriating; Akutagawa clearly needs to step up his game.
He pushes Atsushi back onto the couch, roughly, smirking as a small gasp escape's Atsushi's lips. Akutagawa bites Atsushi's bottom lip hungrily, and pins his hands down beside his head.
The chat goes crazy. Akutagawa coaxes Atsushi's mouth open, and greedily explores the inside with his tongue. Atsushi whines and squirms beneath him, trying to shift out of Akutagawa's grip but clearly enjoying the attention.
Still holding Atsushi's hands above him, Akutagawa sits back, tugging Atsushi's lip with his teeth as he retreats. Atsushi moans and shifts beneath him, and Akutagawa can feel that Atsushi's hard in his tiny gym shorts.
That much is reassuring, and it gives Akutagawa the confidence to grind his hips on Atsushi, just enough to elicit a low groan from Atsushi that Akutagawa feels in his bones. Akutagawa turns back to the camera, and back to Dazai, who he has briefly forgotten about.
He glances away from Dazai to address the chat:
"Should we get this show started?" Akutagawa tilts his head at Atsushi, running his eyes lazily over his body. "What do you say, Jinko? Are you ready for me?"
And then, all of a sudden, Atsushi is on top of him.
There isn't much room, cause they're on a couch, but in one smooth movement, Atsushi hooks his legs behind Akutagawa's and forces him back so he’s sitting on the couch, throwing his body behind it.
Atsushi quickly straddles him, so that Atsushi's back is facing the camera. His mouth is all over him at once, on his neck, his jaw, his ears. Akutagawa barely remembers where to put his hands; he's stunned by Atsushi's sudden confidence.
It's kind of terrifying, but Akutagawa is also like, really turned on.
Atsushi rolls his hips into Akutagawa's erection, and Akutagawa groans loudly, hearing the pings of the chat as the audience fawns over the noises he's making.
"You like that, Ryu-kun?" Atsushi whispers, mouthing Akutagawa's ear.
"Jinko, fuck— ”
Akutagawa is surprised to find that he isn't acting. The feeling of Atsushi's mouth, soft and warm and wet is making him go crazy, and each touch sends pleasure straight to his cock, which is getting harder by the minute.
The thing is: Akutagawa knows how to pleasure himself. He knows the places to touch that make him see stars, how to coax screams and orgasms out of his body, riding the shocks of pleasure like waves.
What Atsushi is doing isn't wrong , though, not in the slightest. Akutagawa's defenses are falling— quickly— as Atsushi takes him apart with his tongue. Akutagawa tries biting back moans and whimpers but they still manage to slip out from behind his clenched teeth. Atsushi is exploring Akutagawa's body, sending shivers down Akutagawa's arms between flashes of hot and cold. It's so much different than when Akutagawa touches himself: it's new and a little clumsy but so fucking electric. Akutagawa’s body is a fucking map, and Atsushi has no regards for trails.
Atsushi pulls off Akutagawa's shirt, which earns a frown from Dazai. Usually, the right of removing layers of clothing goes to the highest bidder, but the Akutagawa is too lost in Atsushi’s mouth to remember to address the audience. Akutagawa worries briefly about the scolding he'll get later, but the fear disappears quickly as Atsushi begins to suck a dark bruise into Akutagawa's collarbone. Akutagawa throws his head back and whines, much more desperate and needy and breathy than he intends, but Atsushi's scraping his teeth over the spot and it makes Akutagawa want .
Akutagawa bucks his hips upwards to meet Atsushi's. which are grinding down hard on his. Atsushi runs his hands up Akutagawa's chest, stopping to lightly rub Akutagawa's nipples between his fingers and fuck , the sensation makes Akutagawa groan and send a shiver down his spine.
Atsushi seems to realize that Akutagawa's nipples are a particularly sensitive spot, and he grins wickedly. Akutagawa instantly knows that he’s fucked.
Atsushi then removes his lips from Akutagawa's collarbone, which are flushed and slick from worshipping Akutagawa's chest. He starts off gently, kissing each of Akutagawa's sensitive nipples. Then, apparently deciding that Akutagawa isn't making enough noise, Atsushi flicks his tongue over one and, god , it's over for Akutagawa.
Until this point, Akutagawa has been relatively conservative with his hands, either keeping them in Atsushi's hair or his own. When Atsushi literally begins to suck at his chest, however, running his teeth over Akutagawa’s nipples with that devious look in his eyes, Akutagawa throws caution to the wind.
He grabs the back of Atsushi's shirt with one hand and with the other he grabs a fistful of Atsushi's hair (which is like, so silky and smooth it should be illegal) and he yanks it , hard. Akutagawa relishes in the groan it elicits from Atsushi, the sound vibrating against his skin. Apparently, the new boy likes to be manhandled, because Atsushi’s whining and gasping and every time, he kisses Akutagawa harder .
It's damn near impossible for Akutagawa to pull his attention away from the grey-haired boy that's taking Akutagawa apart with his mouth, but Akutagawa gets two of his brain cells to focus and he glances at the livestream.
The first thing Akutagawa notices is his appearance. His face, usually pale and stoic, is flushed red and sweaty. Akutagawa’s eyes are pressed together, tightly. His mouth hangs open in an oh shape, and his eyebrows are knitted together in pleasure. (Simply put, he’s a hot fucking mess.)
Atsushi is still sitting on top of him with his back facing the camera, so the next thing Akutagawa notices is how Atsushi’s shirt and tank top have ridden up on his back, giving the audience a delicious view of Atsushi’s ass in those tiny black gym shorts of his.
The last thing Akutagawa sees are the bruises— already purpling— that follow the path of Atsushi's mouth as he ravages Akutagawa's smooth, creamy skin. In general, it was frowned upon to leave physical marks during a session— due to the fact that most cammers at the ADA work multiple shows a week and they try not to ruin the fantasy that each cam session is separate and special . But all the attention feels really fucking good, so Akutagawa doesn't give a fuck.
So, what was supposed to be a session where Akutagawa ravishes Atsushi with his cock is turning into exactly the opposite, and Atsushi is taking apart Akutagawa with a precision that could only be described as careful and attentive. Atsushi kisses here, touches there, and listens to the sounds Akutagawa makes. He's surprisingly adept at distinguishing Akutagawa's stage moans from the real noises that slip out of his mouth whenever Atsushi discovers a new hypersensitive zone. Before long, Akutagawa isn't faking it anymore and all of the groans and whines that escape him are pure, unfiltered, and fucking delectable.
After what feels like hours, Atsushi finally touches him. Akutagawa's cock is leaking and straining in his sweatpants and the feeling of Atsushi's fingers, featherlight and muffled by a layer of fabric almost makes him cry.
Instead, Akutagawa gasps a high and desperate sound.
"Oh, you want me to touch you, Ryu-kun?" Atsushi purrs, his fingers dancing over Akutagawa's erection, where precome has already left a wet spot on the front of his sweatpants.
"Oh, but should I?" Atsushi innocently asks the chat, flipping his hair over his shoulder to address them. "Do you think Ryu-kun deserves it?"
Akutagawa just growls, because how dare Atsushi's voice sound like that, low and velvety and so fucking teasing that it makes his cock leak more. Atsushi slots his mouth against Akutagawa's, swallowing the noise. Akutagawa softens into the kiss and threads his fingers into Atsushi's hair once again.
"I think you've been good enough," Atsushi whispers into Akutagawa's mouth, just for him to hear. Akutagawa just bites his lip nods, because if he opens his mouth he's going to fucking beg and he has some semblance of pride.
Atsushi breaks the kiss to look over his shoulder again.
"What do you say? Do you want to see me suck Ryu-kun's cock? Do you want to see me choke on it?" he asks the audience, his voice dripping with honey.
Akutagawa briefly catches Dazai's approving nod as the tips begin to pour in with the telltale ping of the virtual coins. For a moment Akutagawa's face grows hot with jealousy, but it only lasts a moment, because all of a sudden Atsushi is yanking Akutagawa's sweatpants down to his ankles, exposing his hard clock, flushed red with excitement.
Atsushi purrs again, and the sound goes straight to Akutagawa's erection and pools in his abdomen, hot and insistent. Atsushi briefly glances up at Akutagawa with big eyes and the expression is so fucking sinful that Akutagawa grabs the back of Atsushi's head and forces him downward. Atsushi is happy to comply; he opens his mouth and swallows Akutagawa all the way to the base.
And, holy shit.
Holy shit.
Akutagawa doesn’t know whether Atsushi lacks a gag reflex or just doesn’t care, but Akutagawa himself doesn’t give it too much thought; the chat is going wild. Atsushi's tongue is swirling the tip of his cock, and Akutagawa has to force himself not to come right then and there, because sultry feeling of Atsushi's mouth is almost overwhelming when Akutagawa has been neglected for so long.
He also never thought that "sucking the soul out of someone" was like, a real thing that happened when people gave blowjobs, but Akutagawa learns quickly that it was because he has never gotten head from Atsushi fucking Nakajima.
Atsushi’s head bobs up and down Akutagawa's cock, swallowing him all the way down every single time. Akutagawa is whining now, bucking his hips every single time Atsushi hollows his fucking cheeks and sucks him. Akutagawa knows that he’s lost all control, but it doesn’t matter; the only thing that does is the feeling of Atsushi's mouth on his cock, tight and warm and expertly flicking his tongue over the slit to make Akutagawa whimper.
Atsushi is looking up at Akutagawa with a sweet, innocent look on his face, and Akutagawa physically has to tear himself away from the stare to stop himself from coming. At the top of his cock, Atsushi opens his mouth and runs his tongue all over Akutagwa's tip. The sight of it sends electricity down his spine and Akutagawa moans, his eyes squeezing shut. His mouth falls open and he's gasping for air, one hand in Atsushi's hair to lead his head up and down while the other firsts the fabric of the couch.
"Jinko..."
Akutagawa is so close to coming, but he's lost all semblance of language so he just moans. Atsushi hums around his cock, and the vibrations make Akutagawa whimper.
"Jinko... fuck, I'm going to... fuck —" Akutagawa gasps, and Atsushi gets the message because he picks up the pace, bobbing his head faster. He even reaches down between Aktuagawa's legs to gently play with Akutagawa's balls. The stimulation drags a groan out of Akutagawa from behind clenched teeth, and he doubles forward as he feels his orgasm well up inside of him, a tangle of unyielding pleasure in his abdomen.
Akutagawa sees three things just before he comes.
First, he sees himself in the camera: his hair matted around his face, his skin patchy and red, his lips parted and breathless.
Next, he sees Dazai behind the camera, smirking not at the scene in front of him, but the donation total at the top of the screen, growing quickly as the audience throws money at Akutagawa and Atsushi.
Lastly, Akutagawa locks eyes with Atsushi, his mouth puckered around Akutagawa's cock, his eyes playful and hungry.
Akutagawa's vision whites out as he comes, the image of Atsushi's mischievous smile burning on the back of his eyelids.
The chat explodes—as it always does when Akutagawa comes for them— thanking him for the show and praising him.
"You look so beautiful when you come, Ryu-sama"
"Fuck, that was hot"
"Wow, I want Jinko to suck me off”
Akutagawa slumps back on the couch as Atsushi licks the rest off of the come off of his cock. Through his post-orgasm haze, Akutagawa tries to pull Atsushi up for a kiss, but Atsushi's lips just barely brush his before he turns away to address the audience.
The sting of rejection burns through him for a moment, but then Akutagawa realizes his mistake. Akutagawa is supposed to be the professional one, but it's Atsushi taking the lead, thanking the viewers for their donations, laughing at comments and teasing people in the chat.
Akutagawa forces himself to smile and play along as Atsushi flirts with the audience. It's not that Akutagawa isn't into it, he is just... annoyed. At himself. Since when did he let people get the better of him? The thought crosses his mind and doesn’t leave.
Akutagawa's post-orgasm clarity knocks into him like a sledgehammer. He's pissed at Atsushi, for giving him the best head of his life and making him lose all control. He's also furious at himself for his loss of professionalism, for letting himself be taken apart by someone like Atsushi.
It's been a while since Akutagawa has been so unprofessional, and he knows he'll hear about it from Dazai. From behind the camera, Dazai circles his hand with his finger pointed up, the signal to wrap up the stream. For the first time that day Akutagawa is thankful for his producer.
"Thank you for joining us today," Akutagawa says, licking his lips. "I had so much fun with you all today.”
He pauses for a moment, running his finger up Atsushi’s chest.
“Especially you, Jinko."
Akutagawa locks eyes with Atsushi momentarily, and it’s clear that the gesture is anything but sweet. Akutagawa is grinning but his eyes are dangerous; he’s sending Atsushi a message.
It’s don’t fuck with me and get out of my spotlight and this won’t happen again all in one venomous glare, but as suddenly as it comes, Akutagawa's expression is back to normal. He turns back to the camera, blowing a kiss as Dazai ends the stream.
Without a word, Akutagawa pulls up his sweatpants and walks away quickly. Atsushi looks confused, but Akutagawa doesn't want to deal with his wide-eyed, naive stare a second longer.
Akutagawa is almost out the door when he hears Dazai call him.
"Akutagawa," Dazai says, his voice level. Akutagawa whips around, sneering.
"What."
"Did you happen to pay attention to the chat tonight?" Dazai asks.
Akutagawa winces, feeling the sting from what the question insinuates.
"I suppose you saw how much money you two made tonight?" Dazai asks nonchalantly, already packing up the camera and equipment.
Akutagawa mumbles "No," his head bowed in shame.
"Well, it was the most money we've ever made on a single stream," he says, matter-of-factly.
Akutagawa pauses. Was he not going to be reprimanded? During the stream, he had noticed the numbers were high, but he didn't realize....
"Good job," Dazai adds curtly.
Dazai doesn't look at Akutagawa when he says it, but Akutagawa's face flushes anyways. He turns to leave before anyone can see him blushing.
"One more thing," Dazai calls. Akutagawa keeps his hand on the door handle, his back to the two men.
"You two will be working together from now on," Dazai sing-songs. "Atsushi-kun, welcome to the ADA!"
Fuck. Akutagawa throws open the door and slams it behind him, rapidly enough so that he doesn't catch Atsuhsi's reaction. He throws on his shirt and grabs his stuff, not pausing to change before leaving the building.
Only when he's a few blocks away does Akutagawa stop walking. He leans against a building, rubbing his face with his hands, and suddenly, the full realization hits him.
He will be working with Atsushi, from now on.
The two of them. Working together . Fucking on camera.
Shit.