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Lights, camera, action.
When Hyunjin was a kid, he wanted to be an actor. Not because he was a huge fan of acting, but because he's always enjoyed being in the spotlight: the center of attention, the prettiest kid in the room, the one whose name everyone knew.
And it's not like it was hard for him. He's always been a bit of a prodigy when it came to grabbing people's attention. He was a witty, playful, fun kid to be around: from lead roles in the school plays to small-scale commercials, Hyunjin managed to sweep every casting director off their feet and ace every job he was given effortlessly.
His path to fame and glory was already all mapped out.
But then, the charming kid grew up to be an impulsive adult. He hated boredom, despised schedules, abhorred routines, and that was very much incompatible with being a cinema major on a scholarship in a prestigious college. He dropped out after the first year, much to his parents' dismay, and gave approximately zero thought about what he was going to do with his life next.
He thought about going on road trips around the country to spontaneously participate in any casting he could find, but if the path to Hollywood was riddled with sleepless nights of rehearsing dumb fucking lines and taking a shower every three days, he wanted nothing to do with it. Plus, most of them actually required hiring an agent, and Hyunjin would rather drop dead than have to receive orders from some condescending, entitled prick who couldn't recognize talent if it punched him in the face.
Still, Hyunjin wanted to do something with his life, and he also happened to need money. He also wanted to keep doing what he did best: charm people, seduce them, toy with their feelings, give them exactly what they want until they give him what he wants.
Glory.
That train of thought inevitably led him to the one thing he does at least as well as acting: sex.
He's had his fair share of experiences in the past, attractive and confident as he was, and his partners never seemed to be disappointed. He's always been good at reading people, the way they feel, and for some reason a lot of his previous partners always felt comfortable enough to reveal their deepest, darkest fantasies to him. Probably because they knew that underneath his pretty boy facade, there was certainly something a little wicked. And Hyunjin never failed to deliver, eager to please, an experimentalist, always willing to try out new things as long as it didn't go past his hard limits.
It started out as a joke. One press on the "go live" button of a shady camming website. He never had anything to hide, didn't care about "keeping up appearances", so he impulsively showed his face on camera without giving it a second thought. He wasn't even doing anything. He was just sitting on his bed, a little tipsy with a glass of wine and a cigarette between his slender fingers. Leaned back, he stared patiently at the screen, watching the number of viewers grow steadily but stay relatively low. After a few minutes, there was a decent amount of people on the live, but nothing happened: no comments, no reactions, nothing he'd hoped for. So he crushed his cigarette into an ashtray and, deciding that the whole thing was far too boring, he started moving closer to cut off the live.
The large collar of his sweater dropped as he did, allowing the camera to sneak a glimpse of his chest. Almost instantly, a good dozen comments flooded the chat so fast that he barely managed to read them.
bigdenergy88: OMG it's not a loop !! he's REAL??
daddy_long_legs: Looks like it. We should probably ask him to do something, though, to make sure.
1mn0tg4y: take ur shirt off
glucos3-f33der: PLZ smoke another cig thats SO HOT
bigdenergy88: I would literally put my balls in a blender just to see one nipple
Hyunjin's reaction to that last message was a mix of disgust and choked-out laughter, which induced another stream of excitement in the chat. Curious, Hyunjin sat back on his bed and leaned back on his elbows, looking up at the shabby webcam of his computer seductively with his head slightly tilted to the side. He grabbed his pack, gently closing his teeth around a cigarette and pulling it out without tearing his eyes away from the camera.
Feeling a little daring, he decided to test the waters.
"If you're convincing enough... I'll light it up. And depending on how convincing the others are, I might even do more," he simpered, the sound of his honey-laced voice raising chaos in the chat.
Merely seconds after his proposal, a notification popped up on the screen.
glucos3-f33der gifted you 100 tokens with the following message: "CIGARETTE PLZ!!!!!"
Eyebrows furrowed, Hyunjin quickly pulled out his phone to look up what the fuck tokens were exactly. His jaw dropped when he found out that ten tokens cost about one dollar, which meant that some stranger on the internet had just paid him ten bucks just to see him smoke a fucking cigarette.
And that, is the story of how Hwang Hyunjin ended up half-naked, coming all over himself for 43 people to see and made two hundred dollars in one night.
Fellow sex workers would probably cuss him out for entertaining the stupid stereotype that sex work is "lazy money", and that sex workers can't be career-driven or ambitious. But Hyunjin doesn't really care. He knows his worth, knows that some of his friends who do sex work are far more ambitious in life than he'll ever be, and he also knows that that just isn't him. He's never seen his work as anything more than a service he provides, just like any other job someone could have, except this time he actually has fun doing his job. Lots of fun, actually. He loves to make everyone in the chat lose their minds over him, loves to tease them and fluster them until they tip him obscene amounts of money to do the smallest things.
And he's fantastic at it, too, which explains why in the span of three months, he's managed to climb up the ladder and become the number one camboy on the website, with over two-hundred people religiously watching every single one of his streams.
Not only does he make enough to pay rent in a single stream, he also gets plenty of gifts from his most devoted watchers. Sextoys, accessories, lingerie, costumes... all kinds of things he never fails to try out for his next stream as a "thank you" to whoever sent them to him.
Hyunjin is exactly where he wants to be. Has been for about six months, now, and he wouldn't give up his position for anything in the world, not even for money, because he's having far too much fun doing this and feels absolutely no shame admitting it.
So when he starts noticing that he hasn't been as successful as usual these past few weeks, it upsets him. He still gets flooded with tips, comments and gifts, but the chat isn't nearly as active as usual and his number of viewers sometimes even drops drastically. He still makes plenty enough to make a living, but Hyunjin is greedy. He's always been able to keep his viewers interested with new, exciting content, and has had nothing but steady growth in his numbers so far, so why the fuck is it different now?
Lost in that train of thought, Hyunjin blinks at the screen when he gets a very, very upsetting comment. But not the gross or the insulting kind, he doesn't care about those. Worse.
daddy_long_legs: Love your show as always. You look lovely. But Banging Chris just started streaming and his schedule's erratic, so I have to go. Have fun xx
Minutes after this comment was posted, Hyunjin lost almost half of his viewers. A few people have been mentioning this "Banging Chris" in his chat, mostly asking Hyunjin if he knew him because he was also korean—as if korean people all knew each other—to which Hyunjin said no and resumed his camming smoothly as per usual.
This is the first time someone blatantly tells him that they are leaving his live to watch another camboy.
Hyunjin gets so upset that he pulls the worst simulation of a dry orgasm that has ever blessed this earth and ends the live abruptly, not even thirty minutes in although his streams usually last around an hour. Making a mental note to apologize to his fans on Twitter later, he cleans himself up as fast as he can before deciding to check out whoever the fuck it is that's stealing his viewers.
He doesn't even have to look him up, though, because his stream is very much visible on the home page of the camming website, a fat "BANGING CHRIS — TOP #2" plastered on his thumbnail right under Hyunjin's own. Hyunjin clicks on the stream.
The first thing that happens is that he begrudgingly recognizes that the guy is strikingly handsome. He's got sharp, masculine features, his glimmering eyes highlighted with dark eyeshadow, a strong jaw and a big nose that really complements the rest of his face. His lips are pretty, pink and naturally pouty. What catches Hyunjin's attention the most at first is his hair, though, a bright electric blue color that really fits the slight pink undertones of his skin.
Hyunjin will never say it out loud, but this Chris guy is definitely at least as attractive as he is, in a different way. Hyunjin's always loved to play up his pretty boy charms, looking like a prince one second and like a mischievous succubus the next. This guy, though, has more of a... "chill" vibe to him. Like you could talk to him about anything and then watch him jerk off as a bro, or something. He looks like the locker room fantasy of every gay boy in highschool, like the quarterback with a big cock that everyone secretly checks out in the showers.
But at the same time... he looks too sweet for his own good. Not the kind of quarterback who'd call you a faggot on the field or shove your head into a toilet. The kind that would innocently say hi to you every morning in the locker room and offer to teach you how to squat, thinking that you're checking out his ass in the showers because you're trying to be as buff as him. The handsome, lovely, painfully oblivious friend everyone falls in love with.
Yeah, that's what "Banging Chris" looks like.
And the way he smiles as he reads a comment in the chat, all oddly-placed dimples, crescent-shaped eyes and pearly white teeth, only comforts Hyunjin in that mental image.
It's odd, though, because after several minutes of just watching Chris do nothing but interact with the chat, excitedly responding to comments in a very pure, non-flirty way, Hyunjin almost forgets that this is supposed to be an adult camming website. He's been streaming for well over twenty minutes and he's still fully dressed, jamming to a song and mouthing the lyrics happily while he reads the chat.
A chat which is, by the way, 80% people telling him about their day and 20% viewers asking him about how he's been doing with work.
"Great," Chris responds, his tone cheerful and friendly. "I wrote a new song, actually, would you like to listen to it?"
The blue-haired camboy's eyes widen when he sees about three notifications pop at once with people tipping him with the exact same message: PLAY SONG. He flushes, looking very much embarrassed, and starts fiddling on the side with what Hyunjin guesses to be a computer. "You guys shouldn't have, I was gonna play it for free !"
Hyunjin can't believe what he's looking at. He's been tipped before to do very basic things, but he's never been one to tell people that they shouldn't have given him money. It's his job. Who the fuck turns down extra money on the job?
Before he can keep raking his thoughts for an answer, Hyunjin hears a nice beat coming out of the stream. Chris jams happily to the music, lips jutted out in a small pout, and when the chorus comes up he starts full-on dancing in the most endearing, definitely not sexy way Hyunjin could possibly imagine, flailing his arms around and shooting guns with his hands.
Who the fuck is this guy?
Someone in the comments asks him what the song is about. Hyunjin could clearly decipher some less than catholic innuendos, so he half-expects Chris to reply in a way that'll finally allow him to get into the serious stuff.
But he blushes. He fucking blushes.
"It's uh—" he stutters, smile creeping on his lips. "It's about driving. Motorcycles and stuff. Yeah."
The chat immediately goes insane as people—rightfully—call his bullshit, the promiscuous lyrics sending out a clear message that is most definitely not about driving. But Chris insists, smiling harder and laughing nervously with every comment he reads like a teenager, as if he wasn't currently streaming on what is basically a porn website.
One comment in particular asks him if he's going to "ride like the motions of the ocean" tonight--quoting his song--and Chris loses it, physically cringing as he buries his face into his hands and leans back into his desk chair with a pathetic scream. Hyunjin notices that he's wearing a crop top, and a sharp pang of jealousy hits him when he realizes that Chris is ripped, prominent abs peeking out and a gorgeous V line disappearing into his tight jeans.
He spins in his chair, melting with shame for a few more seconds before he rolls back closer to his computer. Then, face flushed, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes, he stares up at the camera with his full, plump lower lip trapped under his teeth.
"I mean, I can... if that's what you guys want," he speaks up in a voice so soft that instantly shakes something inside Hyunjin. It hits him and it's deep, low, hot, the way his aura shifts all of a sudden from the cutest, purest boy on earth to something still somehow endearing with a small hint of sin.
Hyunjin can't fucking believe his eyes when the tips start coming. Hundreds of tokens in the span of a few seconds, people in the chat begging to see him fuck himself, the viewers bursting completely as if they've been edged for years. Hyunjin himself has been watching for well over fifteen minutes and it's an absolute relief when Chris stands up, rolling his chair out of frame and sitting on the edge of his bed instead. The camera now shows a clear view of his body, and Hyunjin despises the way it makes his throat dry. Thick thighs, bulging pecs, broad shoulders... Chris's fingers travel up his thigh to rest lightly underneath the hem of his crop top, and it's frustrating because he's covering up the only hint of skin that his viewers get.
He still looks embarrassed as ever, blush spreading at least down to his neck. Hyunjin finds himself wondering if it spreads any further.
"How should I start?" Chris asks, and Hyunjin nearly chokes when he sees one of his fingers subtly slip under the waistband of his pants. "Here? Or do you want me to... go straight to playing?"
More tokens. Dozens of people asking him to play with his cock first. It doesn't look like Chris has any specific goals or pricing for what he does, doesn't even look like he waits for people to tip him before he does things. His eyes are lidded and his cock visibly hardens in his pants, impressive shape starting to bulge out of the tight fabric. Eyebrows furrowed, Chris lifts up his shirt and places the hem between his lips to keep it in place. Hyunjin's jaw drops at the sight of perfectly toned muscles rippling under pale skin as Chris's breathing seems to pick up.
And he has a navel piercing. Jesus.
A strong, veiny hand pops the button of his pants open and unzips them, before almost immediately pushing his boxers down to let his hard cock spring free. The chat is way too fast to read, but as soon as Chris wraps a hand around himself, his eyes dart back up to where Hyunjin knows he can read the chat. From this angle, he knows that he isn't looking at himself. He isn't checking whether he looks good, isn't making sure the camera's catching everything properly, he is just staring at the comments and trying to follow.
When Chris's cock instantly twitches in his hand, Hyunjin finally gets it.
Chris isn't doing this for the money. Or at least, not just for that. The attention, the praise, the desperation, people begging to see and hear him, worshipping every inch of him... it turns him on. Makes him hungry for more. He may be keeping up a pure, shy, innocent boy act, but there isn't a doubt in Hyunjin's mind that this arouses him. And he gets it, Hyunjin himself loves his work, he finds pleasure in doing what he does, but to be completely honest, he never looks at the comments when he's touching himself. As vain and egocentric as it might seem... Hyunjin looks at himself. He looks at his reflection in the camera, makes sure to spice up everything: the way he moans, the way his face twists in pleasure, the way his body reacts. He doesn't usuallt pretend, but he adds the smallest bit of sparkle to his performance and that's what does it for him.
That's what tips him over the edge, knowing that he's making a show of himself for hundreds of strangers to see, pretty and shameless and obscene. It's also what his viewers love about his streams.
Hyunjin realizes that Chris and him are very different in the way they do their job. There is something so fucking raw about Chris. Nothing about the way he breathes or bucks his hips into his own fist looks exaggerated, nothing about his live feels like a performance, nothing about the way he bites the hem of his shirt harder while reading all the filth people say about him seems like a lie.
Chris doesn't need to act sinful to look sinful, and it's probably what draws people to him so much.
Hyunjin feels his own cock twitch between his legs and it makes him acutely aware of the fact he hasn't come despite having fucked himself five ways to Sunday on stream. It makes him panic, and he closes the tab, tearing himself away from whatever sorcery had him absolutely hypnotized by Chris's cam show.
What a fucking mess.
***
The flame flickers in copper and blue. It sheds golden light on Hyunjin's face as he watches it dance, absentmindedly, nothing but white noise around him that feels so, so far away.
"So... you gonna light that up, or...?"
Hyunjin snaps back to reality, eyes darting up to look at the stranger staring at him. He remembers that the lighter is in fact, not his, and that said stranger has probably been waiting for him to light up his goddamn cigarette while he was too busy zoning out.
"Yeah, fuck, sorry." Hyunjin flicks the flint wheel again, finally bringing the flame close enough to burn the tip of his cigarette. He inhales, takes the cigarette out of his lips, and blows out a thin cloud of smoke. "I clocked out for a sec. Thanks."
He hands the lighter back to the stranger, who smiles at him. "No big deal. Anything for a pretty face like yours."
Hyunjin raises an eyebrow at him and snorts. His life has made him eerily numb to compliments, so much that he only knows to react in ways that would feel condescending if people didn't constantly interpret his behavior as what they wanted it to be. So when he laughs, breathily, staring the smaller stranger up and down with a smirk before walking back to his table, the stranger takes it as a teasing, flirtatious way of playing hard to get.
When really, Hyunjin honest to god just scoffed at his attempt at flirting.
It's just how he is. It's always been like this. No matter how mean, arrogant, vain, humiliating Hyunjin can get, he is always seen as witty and playful. It's his power, his strength, it's what makes him so fascinating in people's eyes.
And it's exactly the reason why Hyunjin has never stopped for one second to consider changing his ways. His life was an endless vicious cycle of sinking deeper into his superiority complex until it became the only thing he knew.
"So as I was saying," Hyunjin begins as he plops down next to Jisung, finally back at their table after scavenging the bar for a lighter. "I just don't get it. His schedule is a mess, his shows are random, he acts like a fucking virgin half the time and only starts showing hole like, forty minutes in. At least. He's hot and all, but since when do people pay camboys to tell them about their day?"
Jisung chuckles, "I mean, sex workers all work differently. Maybe his thing is bonding emotionally with the clientele? Porn with feelings and shit?"
"That's bullshit. No one gives a fuck about bonding with porn actors."
Jisung frowns and leans forward. "I disagree. I think a lot of people on those camming websites are fucking lonely. And y'know how it's always more satisfying to fuck someone you have feelings for? I think it might be the same. The 'out of your league' image might be working for you, but some people just wanna have a bro they can jerk off to while talking about their feelings and shit, if y'know what I mean. And that Chris dude might be it. He tells you nice things, asks you about your day, talks about things he's passionate about, and then he helps you get off. How could people not fall in love with him?"
Hyunjin blinks.
Yeah. Okay. Maybe Jisung has a point. A tiny one.
But Hyunjin is stubborn, as much as the rational part of his brain tells him his friend may or may not have come up with the smartest possible explanation for Chris's success—which always surprises him, coming from the same Jisung who usually acts like a five year-old crossed with a dumb jock crossed with a squirrel. So Hyunjin does what he does best. He persists, blindly, until he either changes the person's mind or they give up on trying to go against him.
"He's just so fucking annoying, Sung," he groans, taking another drag out of his cigarette. "In one of his lives—"
"You've watched multiple ones?" Jisung teases, a shit-eating grin on his face.
"Shut up," Hyunjin bites back, "anyway, in one of his lives, someone... told him he had a big nose, right? And he— he was like twenty minutes in, and he went 'you know what else is big?' and I thought he was going to finally start getting down to business." He angrily stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray. "But then he said it was his feet. His fucking feet. And I thought hey, maybe it's business ! Maybe it's to attract the fetishists ! Good fucking call, Chris ! But then he proceeded to show his feet in the ugliest fucking mismatched dinosaur socks I've seen in my entire life. Not stockings, not lace, not even bare feet—thick-ass dinosaur socks, Jisung."
There's a brief moment of silence where the two of them just stare at each other, and Jisung looks like he's one more word away from bursting out laughing, lips pursed and quivering. "Damn," he says shakily, "obsessed much?"
"I'm not—" Hyunjin lets out a frustrated huff. He never manages to get his points across Jisung's thick fucking skull. Certainly because he's the only person who doesn't take any of his bullshit. It's also why he's so comfortable talking to him, but he wouldn't admit out loud even with a gun pointed at his head. "You're not helping."
"Helping with what?" Jisung scoffs, "You're still number one, you make a shitload of money, what am I supposed to help you with? Boost your ego so you stop fucking whining? If you want more viewers, there's only one solution."
"That." Hyunjin points at him, eyes wide open. "That's what I need your help for; a solution to keep my damn viewers, what is it?"
Jisung grins. "Fuck better."
It's hilarious, how easy it is to push Hyunjin to the brink of insanity when it comes to his work. Every vein on his forehead looks like it's about to pop as he stares back at Jisung with his mouth dramatically agape. "You fucking— bitch ass—" Hyunjin's chair scrapes against the floor as he gets up. "I'm outta here."
"Drama queen," Jisung teases, but doesn't try to hold him back. They've been here for a while anyways, and Jisung thinks he's done a good enough job at listening to Hyunjin's newest crisis. "Get home safe. Text me."
Hyunjin flips him off.
***
It's been half an hour.
Hyunjin has done everything in his power to ignore the notification that pinged and appeared on the side of his computer window, indicating that Chris's show started. He cleaned up his toys, sketched for about two minutes before giving up, tried to get into a TV show, and even made himself a face mask for the first time in what? Three months?
And now he's sitting awkwardly at his desk, scrolling down his Twitter feed, hand fidgety on his computer mouse.
Chris is live. Right now.
Hyunjin doesn't have anything to do, he has no show scheduled for today, no plans with friends, nothing. But he's already spent far too many hours watching that newbie's streams, and so far he's been pretty good at convincing himself that he clicks out of the website as soon as the steamy stuff starts out of disgust. Not because he's aroused. Not because Chris makes his guts stir.
Yeah, it's just disgust—because he despises him.
It's too late, anyways, Hyunjin can't join the stream to find more shit to scream at Jisung about now, because if he does he'll inevitably find Chris with his hand down his pants. And Hyunjin doesn't want that. Ew.
...But what if it was for business?
Right. What if it was just a marketing strategy: knowing your competition better to figure out ways to crush it?
Yeah. Competitive analysis and market research—or however the fuck commerce and economy work.
Hyunjin opens the camming website for science. He clicks on Banging Chris's thumbnail for science. And when his eyes fall upon a gorgeous, shirtless blue-haired man sitting in his desk chair with a veiny hand wrapped around his fully erect cock, Hyunjin gasps. For science.
Chris's eyes are transfixed on the chat again, and he doesn't know how he does it—how he stays so focused on his own pleasure while reading the rapidly moving stream of comments.
If Hyunjin writes a comment right now, will Chris see it? Will he bite his lips harder, stroke himself faster, twitch in his own hand? What kind of things would he have to tell him to arouse him?
Pushing his blonde hair out of his face, Hyunjin realizes that he completely zoned out again. The anger comes crashing back in, and he soon finds it insufferable that Chris doesn't once look away from the comments, doesn't once look at himself.
So he makes an impulsive decision that he immediately regrets when he sees the giant, bright message that appears in all caps on top of the stream.
HYUNE SENT 100 TOKENS WITH THE MESSAGE: "watch yourself until you come."
Hyunjin may or may not have forgotten that he was only anonymous as long as he didn't interact.
"Fuck," he hisses when the chat goes absolutely feral, and shortly after, Chris freezes entirely, his eyes wide like saucers. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
"Is that— is that the real Hyune?" Chris frowns, and the chat is flooded with more messages as the sound of a double-click echoes and everyone knows exactly what he's doing. "Holy shit. No way. You're watching me ?"
Hyunjin wants to die. He wants to bury himself eight feet underground and never come out. He's got a raging headache, curled up in his desk chair with his fingertips massaging his temples in hopes that the past few seconds will be erased from history.
And it gets so much worse when Chris purses his lips and leans back against his desk chair, his cock an angrier red that Hyunjin remembers, then looks right underneath the camera where Hyunjin knows his image is broadcasted right back at him.
"Well, since you asked," Chris chuckles, "I can't possibly say no to you, now, can I?"
The blue-haired man inhales sharply, and forces his eyes still. Red slowly dusts every inch of his skin as he starts stroking himself again, the mere sight of his own body enough to fluster him.
"God, it's so hard to keep looking, this is torture," he grunts, giggling nervously. "Especially knowing that this is what Hyune is seeing. Fuck— he's like a wet dream for me— for all of us, I bet."
The twitch in Hyunjin's pants is blatantly ignored in favor of focusing on the way Chris pumps himself faster the more he talks about him. He grows redder and sweatier by the minute, and his chest heaves as his breathing picks up and what was low, deep groans starts to merge into broken whines.
A wet dream. Chris thinks of him as a wet dream, and Hyunjin is sitting here, pathetically stalking his show wondering why people like his content.
"Hyune," the camboy moans, and Hyunjin shivers from head to toe. "Hyune, are you still there? Are you still watching?"
As if hypnotised, the blonde's fingers immediately dart to his keyboard to write him a comment, but when he sees the speed of the chat full of horny spectators—he tries to ignore the fact they're going insane about how fucking aroused Chris looks because of him—he decides to do things differently.
HYUNE SENT 100 TOKENS WITH THE MESSAGE: "come for me."
Chris whimpers—fucking whimpers, and throws his head back as he jerks his length faster, squelching sounds obscenely loud. Black nails scratch down his inner thigh until he reaches his balls and plays with them as he rubs the head of his cock. Chris doesn't look like he's trying to drag out the show anymore, he's not even trying to last any longer although coming right now might mean stopping his stream earlier. He doesn't look like he cares.
There's only bliss and pleasure on his face as he grunts and writhes in his seat, and it isn't long before he spurts ropes of white cum, drops landing all over his abs and dribbling down his fist as he milks himself dry.
Holy fuck.
Hyunjin is hard. Painfully so. He lets out a sigh long enough it's a miracle if there's a single molecule of air left in his lungs. But it's not over, apparently, because just as Chris grabs a few tissues to wipe the cum off his abs, a message pops on the stream again.
DADDY_LONG_LEGS SENT 200 TOKENS WITH THE MESSAGE: "Lick the cum off your fingers. For Hyune ;)"
The blue-haired camboy flushes even redder as he reads the message. He laughs—god, his dimples—before hesitantly looking back at the camera. The eye contact, although virtual, is oddly intrusive and Hyunjin jolts in his seat. He feels like he just got caught peeping through a door lock.
But then Chris leans back. His cock is visibly softening on his muscular thigh, and his navel piercing shimmers as it catches light. His skin is pink, gorgeous, glistening with sweat, and when he tilts his head to the side with a coy smile Hyunjin can't help but think about how much he'd love to lick up the vein on the side of his neck, to kiss the gorgeous mole on his chest.
And then Chris speaks and it sends Hyunjin's mind into overdrive.
"Say please?"
Dozens of donations pop up on the screen. Hundreds of tokens, but Chris doesn't budge. He waits, patiently, focused on reading everything although he glances at the camera every now and then.
Hyunjin loses it.
HYUNE SENT 500 TOKENS WITH THE MESSAGE: "please."
Barely a second after his donation, Chris's smile widens and he brings his hand up to his mouth. He sticks his tongue out and gently slides his cum-soaked fingers down the pink muscle, spreading white all over. He pushes three fingers inside and curls his lips around them, sucking them clean, eyes trained on the camera in a way Hyunjin never, ever thought he was capable of doing—not with the way his eyes sparkled when he laughed, not with the way his ears flushed red when fans called him pretty, not with those dimples that made him look every bit like the nice guy who doesn't get the girl in every romcom.
Chris made Hyunjin beg and pay him fifty bucks just to see him suck on his fingers and now all Hyunjin can think of is how the fuck does that guy do it?
He forces himself into a freezing cold shower after the cam show is over and goes straight to sleep, trying to chase the lingering images of Chris out of his head.
He fails—waking up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat with his hand on his leaking cock, absolutely desperate for release. And as he touches himself, he doesn't even try to hold back the plethora of images from tonight's stream, the way Chris's entire stance seemed to change as soon as he found out Hyunjin was watching, the way he made him throw his money at him without a second thought—
Hyunjin comes in a matter of seconds with a firm decision in his mind.
He needs to meet Banging Chris.
***
Hyunjin wakes up to two terrible news.
One: he fell asleep without cleaning up and can now feel the horrible stench of his dry cum rising from his drenched boxers.
Two: he is no longer number one on the camsite.
He quickly figures out that yesterday night, Chris's stream racked up over a thousand views, especially after Hyunjin's donation. And speaking of donations, they seem to be the reason why he was catapulted to number one overnight, because the fucker made a shitload of money in a matter of minutes from the amount of people who went insane over Hyunjin's presence in the live—and also the fact Hyunjin greatly contibuted, but he won't admit it.
In essence, not only did the worst imaginable thing finally happen... it's all Hyunjin's fault.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Before he knows it, Hyunjin's clicking on Chris's profile.
hyune: We need to talk.
bangingchris is writing...
bangingchris is writing...
bangingchris :
bangingchris is writing...
bangingchris :
bangingchris is writing...
bangingchris: When and where?
hyune sent a location .
bangingchris: that's a three-hour train ride
hyune: You can stay at my place and go back in the morning.
bangingchris: who says you're not a creep? are you even the real hyune?
hyune sent a picture .
bangingchris is writing...
bangingchris:
bangingchris: I'll be there tonight
Tonight? Shit, that's bad timing, Hyunjin's supposed to send a gift to one of his most loyal followers as a special patron feature—the guy got to pick a theme and location to get pretty pictures of Hyunjin taken in that context—and if he doesn't do it, god knows how much lower he might drop in the rankings...
But then, Chris might come in handy. Maybe if he's as smitten with Hyunjin as he looks, he'll even take the damn pictures for him and Hyunjin won't have to play Red light, Green light with his phone countdown every time he needs to snap one.
There is however, one more problem. The location.
The patron picked a sex club.
***
Never in his life has Chris been happier to get out of a train.
And it wasn't even because of where he knows he's headed afterwards—though the prospect of seeing The Hyune in real life did make him all giddy—but essentially because the entire ride was spent three seats away from a baby that screeched like a Banshee for the better part of three hours, loud enough that even Christopher's soundproof headphones with the entire Nirvana album on full volume didn't manage to conceal.
Stepping out of that circus was the best part of his day and something tells him it's only going to get better.
Pulling up Hyune's location on his phone, he rakes his fingers through his blue hair, wind tickling the sliver of bare skin under his crop top, and he heads straight for the bus station the app recommends. He prays that there are still buses at this hour—it is past seven p.m. after all—and does a little cheer when he sees that the last bus is only a few minutes away.
Right then, he notices a teenager sat on the bench, staring at his blue hair, ripped jeans and navel piercing with a frown on her face as she chews loudly on a piece of gum.
"You're not from around here, are you?"
Right. Chris may have forgotten that the train station happens to be in ass part of this town which, despite being close to a big city, definitely leans more towards the stuck-up kind of population you'd find in a village with more farmland than roads and more... plaid flannels than electric blue hair. Still, Chris doesn't want to be patronizing, and he's never been the type to talk back to a teenager with zero knowledge of what life looks like outside school and home. So he bites back whatever comment he had and smiles instead, readjusting his backpack.
"No. I'm not."
He gets to Hyune's place after a thirty-minute bus ride, and right away it feels a little more familiar. More roads, streetlights, city noise, beer cans and cigarette butts recklessly thrown in the middle of the road when trash bins are right fucking there—a true delight for Christopher's big city-accustomed eyes. But most of all, what he notices is that they're not only closer to the centre, they're also in a fancy part of town, and he's standing in front of an apartment complex that looks about twice the size of the one Chris lives in.
Jesus. Camming really does help with money when you're as successful as Hyune, huh?
He only got a little taste of glory the previous night, with donations flowing from every corner, comments fast enough that this time he genuinely couldn't follow, and a big fat "NUMBER 1" plastered on his profile as soon as the live ended. By then, Hyune had certainly left the stream already, because no matter how much Chris continued to tease him he didn't get a reply, and one look at his profile was enough to see he had logged off.
But what a wonderful surprise it was to find out in the morning that Hyune had sent him a message.
We need to talk.
Usually, that sentence would scare the everlasting shit out of Chris, make him think he did something wrong, or that he was about to receive some very, very bad news. But coming from Hyune? It sounded like an opportunity. An opportunity to see that man he's admired from afar for years, the man who inspired him to start camming, the man he's fantasized about far more often than he'd like to admit... And frankly, if Hyune made him come all the way over here to beat him up, he'll take the beating. Anything to meet Hyune. Anything for someone so ethereal.
His finger shakes so hard that he misses the doorbell twice before actually managing to ring. But as soon as he does...
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
"What the fuck are you staring at?" Hyune asks, thick eyebrows knitted into the pretty frown Chris has ever seen in his life.
His pretty brown eyes twinkle with something mysterious as they study Christopher's figure. Lean fingers pushing a strand of blonde hair behind his ear, he wets his lips—fuck, his lips—and grabs Chris by the wrist to pull him into his apartment.
Far too flabbergasted by the person before him, Chris doesn't even take in the luxurious apartment he walks into, instead following Hyune's every move as he takes a few steps back to ogle Chris some more.
"Yeah, this won't do," he decides, and abandons Chris to salivate over him in the middle of his living room as he disappears into what Chris assumes to be his bedroom.
Hyune's bedroom. Hyune's bedroom where he films himself. Hyune's bedroom where he films himself jerking off and playing with toys and—
"Put this on," Hyune orders, and Chris instinctively drops his backpack to the flood with a painful thud to catch the black... thing Hyune throws at him.
It's a shirt. A plain, black dress shirt that definitely looks like it'll be too tight and sheer on Chris, but the demand suddenly makes Christopher's brain malfunction as he looks back at Hyune and finally registers what he's wearing.
A dress. Hyune is wearing a black vinyl dress short enough to show off his gorgeous, fishnet-clad legs all the way to the thighs—they look so fucking soft—and as if it wasn't enough, he paired it all with black, cat-like eye makeup that compliments his dark eyes in the sexiest way. Chris is about to melt into a puddle of horny.
"Are you a skirt or a pants kinda guy?" Hyune asks, holding a piece of black leather in each hand.
Chris remembers to close his mouth after an eternity, gulping before he shurgs and finally stops ogling Hyune's outfit. "Pants are comfier, but whatever fits."
The skirt absolutely doesn't fit, and while the pants take some convincing, Chris does eventually manage to zip them up. They hug his ass and thighs uncomfortably close and squeak with every step he takes as they get out into the chilly night, but he doesn't find it in him to protest when Hyune's clearly very adamant about taking the lead here. Though he is a little curious about one thing...
"Where are we going?"
"Sex club," Hyune blurts out, as nonchalantly as possible, as if it was the most casual location one could take a new friend he meets for the first fucking time. "Need to take pics for a patron and you're gonna help me. Do you smoke?"
"Wha— I— No thanks, I don't smoke, but— didn't you... didn't you say we needed to talk?"
Hyune shrugs, plopping a cigarette in his mouth before lighting it up. Chris's cursed mind immediately jumps to one particular live where Hyune fucked himself on a blue dildo the exact same color as Christopher's hair while he casually smoked a cigarette.
"We're gonna talk. Over there, while you help me with my pictures. Or are you too chicken to go to a sex club?"
"I'm not, it's just... I've never..."
"Please, drop the act, I know you're not as pure as you pretend to be," Hyune cuts him off, grabbing the hem of his dress to pull it down and god, if Chris doesn't stop thinking about sex with Hyune every time he moves—
"I'm not acting," Chris finds himself protesting and it catches Hyune off guard, the man finally slowing down enough to let Chris catch up to him. "Other than camming, I don't have a very... sexual life. I've never been to a sex club. Let alone to take pictures for a patron, and especially not for a stranger... I don't even know if your real name is Hyune."
The blonde turns around, piercing gaze falling on Chris as he exhales gray smoke into the cold air. "Hyunjin. Is your name Chris?"
"Christopher," he nods, "though you can call me Chris. Or Chan."
"Chan," Hyunjin repeats, lips stretching into a soft smile that makes Christopher's heart jump in his chest. "That's cute, I like that. Chan."
The name rolls off his tongue so perfectly Chris can't help but want him to repeat it over and over again. But he can't ask for that, not without sounding creepy, so for the time being... he can at least get him talking in hopes that his name comes up again.
"What did you wanna talk about?"
Hyunjin exhales. "How do you do it?"
Chris blinks. "Do what?"
"The goody-two-shoes, innocent boy image. Everyone seems to fucking love it."
The older man stops in the middle of the street. "The... the what?"
"You know what I'm..." Eyes flickering up to the road, Hyunjin grabs Christopher's arm to pull him to the sidewalk before he gets run over by a car. "You know what I'm talking about. Those first twenty minutes of your streams where you act like some sort of... idol, or whatever, talking to them, saying the dirtiest fucking shit and then acting like you didn't realize what you were saying, all before you drop the act and finally fuck yourself for everyone to see. Like every other filthy fucking slut on that website, including me."
"You're not filthy—"
"Answer my question." Hyunjin's hold on Christopher's arm tightens, and the older man quickly realizes just how much Hyunjin seems to tower over him, his long legs giving him a clear height advantage. "How do you do it?"
"I don't, Hyunjin, I just—" Chris clears his throat, desperately trying not to let his eyes wander somewhere other than Hyunjin's eyes in the close proximity of their faces. "I just act natural. Joke around. Do my thing. And people seem to like it."
"Bullshit," Hyunjin spits, lips puckered around the words in the most hypnotizing way. "You know what else is big? Small packages have big surprises? Say please?!"
Oh.
"Just how many of my streams have you watched?"
Hyunjin's eyebrows quiver. Chris swears that he hears him inhale sharply for a second, but before he can dig any deeper, Hyunjin's already turning around and picking up the pace again, making the shorter man have to jog a little behind him to catch up.
"We're almost there," Hyunjin grumbles.
This ought to be fun.
***
If it weren't for the blinding red lights dancing around the club, the main dancefloor would be plunged in pitch black darkness.
Chris has trouble following as Hyunjin easily navigates through the crowd, making a beeline for the bar and leaning against the counter with a taunting grin on his face.
"Want anything to drink?"
Chris shakes his head. "No, thanks. I don't drink."
"Boring," Hyunjin drawls, "not that I'm enabling you, or whatever. Don't go asking people to cancel me." God, he's insufferable. He's lucky he's so fucking pretty. So pretty, in fact, that the barman comes to an immediate stop in front of him as soon as he spots him, completely ignoring the line of other people who have definitely been waiting longer. "I'll have a glass of red wine. Make it a double."
As soon as he collects his glass of wine, Hyunjin disappears in the crowd again, leaving Chris to pay for the drink in utter panic before hurrying to find him in the club. He struggles, the dark club being packed at this hour hardly helping with finding the pretty blonde, especially since his height doesn't seem to be helping in this case.
Chris is pretty sure he lost Hyunjin after a while, until he spots a little mop of blonde hair sitting in the distance and chatting excitedly with someone else.
When Chris finally reaches them, Hyunjin's new... friend seems displeased, to say the least. "Boyfriend?" he asks.
"No," Hyunjin retorts, and suddenly Chris feels like he's intruding. But then Hyunjin... looks at him, really stares him up and down, and... "New toy. Trying to see how long he keeps up the cute front before he breaks."
The stranger raises an eyebrow, sizing up Chris as well. "I'll leave you two to it then." Then, he shoots Hyunjin a look. "Find me if you get bored."
Hyunjin chuckles, body rocking back and forth, which makes Chris realize just where he's sitting.
He's on a sex swing.
"Come here," Hyunjin demands, and it's almost embarrassing how easily submission to this man's orders comes to Chris, instantly approaching him. He still stands at a fair distance, and it doesn't seem to make Hyunjin happy, the blonde's long fingers latching onto Christopher's belt buckle to pull him closer until he's literally standing between Hyunjin's spread legs. "So... you think I'm a wet dream?"
Chris gulps, recalling the lust-drunk confession that had spilled out of his mouth when he'd found out Hyunjin was watching him. His gaze flickers down, acutely aware of where his crotch is pressed up against Hyunjin's own, and he feels like his entire body's on fire.
"Yeah," he admits, "you're... really pretty."
"Pretty? Is that all you think about me?" Hyunjin teases, fingertips travelling down the open collar of Chris's shirt.
"I— No, I'm sure..." Chris clears his throat, desperately trying to focus on anything but Hyunjin's hand moving dangerously south. "I'm sure you're really s-smart, too."
Hyunjin's eyes widen.
"That's not what I— Oh for fuck's sake." Hyunjin rolls his eyes so far back they might as well pop out of his skull. "I give up. You must be a fucking saint when you're not jerking off for the world to see." He practically throws his phone at Chris, who only luckily manages to catch it in flight. "Just take my pictures. Use flash."
On those words, he slowly leans back on the swing eyes trained on the blue-haired man as he slowly, slowly crosses his long legs, thick muscular thighs on display under his tight dress.
Careful not to catch anyone else in the frame, Chris takes the first picture and nearly pops a boner at how absolutely stunning Hyunjin looks. And as if he wasn't already driving Chris insane, Hyunjin decides to take it up a notch. Eyelashes fluttering, he shoots the camera a look as sultry as can be and swipes his tongue across his mouth, a layer of saliva glossing over the pair of plump lips adorning his gorgeous face. Then, all glossed up and sinful, Hyunjin spreads his legs—fucking spreads his legs—and Chris swears he nearly drops the phone to the ground.
He doesn't want to take pictures anymore. Doesn't want to be a bystander, doesn't want to watch. He doesn't have to. Hyunjin is right there, right in front of him, free to touch if he'll let him.
And something tells Chris that deep inside, Hyunjin wants to be touched.
So he takes a step closer.
"What are you doing?" Hyunjin asks, frowning.
"I have an idea. For the pictures."
Chris swears he feels Hyunjin tense up underneath him when he swipes his thumb on his lower lip, pushing past the rows of teeth to rest the digit on his tongue. The way Hyunjin's eyelashes almost flutter shut, the way his legs spread a little wider and his mouth almost instinctively closes around his finger... it all tells Chris that he's nowhere near against this.
Still, he asks, "is this okay?" and Hyunjin nods in a heartbeat.
Hyunjin's eyes start to water and he's not sure if it's because of the flash or because of Christopher's thumb pushing in deeper and deeper with every picture. He can feel the other clubbers' eyes on them, can feel that they're being watched, and god if it doesn't make the whole thing even more enticing.
"Ever gave a real life show?" Chris asks, and Hyunjin honest to god whines around his thumb.
His glass of wine is long forgotten on a nearby table, hands fondling everything they can reach on Christopher's body as Hyunjin enthusiastically takes him deeper into his mouth and sucks his way back, and leaves a little kiss on the tip, never breaking eye contact.
It makes Chris combust, once and for all.
The force of the kiss pushes the swing so far back Hyunjin nearly collapses, instead falling right into Christopher's arms. He tastes of a wonderful blend of cigarettes and red wine, and Chris couldn't possibly think of a more fitting taste for Hyunjin.
Intoxicating and addictive. Perfect.
It isn't long before Hyunjin's taking over, though, pushing Chris back until he plops down on an armchair and climbing on top of him, never separating their eager mouths. Smiling into the kiss, Chris can't help but relish the hunger he feels in every one of Hyunjin's moves, ears heating up at the mere knowledge that other people are looking, watching. He knows it's why these clubs exist, to watch or be watched, but still, fuck. He's so embarrassed he could die, but he doesn't want it to stop.
"Take me home," Hyunjin asks, desperately grinding on top of him, dress riding up his thighs until his pretty underwear is completely exposed, but only to Christopher's eyes.
Chris isn't ready to go home. "We're not done with the pictures."
"But Chan."
"Patience."
Leaning closer to taste Hyunjin's neck, Chris pulls the phone out again, aiming the camera at both of their faces to snap a few pictures while he absolutely devours Hyunjin, sucking hickeys all the way down to his chest. The strap of Hyunjin's dress falls easily as Chris pushes it aside to take a nipple into his mouth.
"You have no idea," Chris breathes, hot air tickling Hyunjin's skin where a wet patch of spit still drips down his nipple, "how many times I've dreamed about this." His hands travel down and close around the blonde's ass, squeezing the supple flesh like he's always craved. "Every time I've touched myself watching you, every time I've streamed while thinking of you, every time I've imagined you lurking in my comments, saying all sorts of filthy things to me, fuck."
"Chan," Hyunjin moans, barely focusing on the phone anymore, absorbed by the way Chris touches him just right.
Hooking his hands under Hyunjin's thighs, Chris lifts him up like he weighs nothing and drops him back on the sex swing, never once taking his lips off his body. "Your patron's gonna have a nice surprise. Two for the price of one, and..." Chris drops to his knees, crawling between Hyunjin's legs to kiss, lick, worship his thick, beautiful thighs. "Hyune getting off on a sex swing."
Instantly reacting to the implication, Hyunjin's thighs tremble around Christopher's face and he almost looks... bashful, for a moment.
"God, I knew you weren't a fucking saint."
"I never said I was," Chris chuckles, dimples on display as he kisses his way up Hyunjin's inner thighs, the younger man spreading them so easily it seems like natural instinct. "I just like making people wait." Hyunjin tangles his fingers in the blue curls of Christopher's hair, desperately pulling him closer, but he doesn't budge. Eyes trained on Hyunjin's frustrated expression, he keeps moving from one thigh to the other, peppering the skin with open-mouthed kisses. "I mean it."
"Don't make me wait." Hyunjin tightens his hold on his hair, urging him to just... touch him. Really touch him.
Chris smiles. "Say please?"
"Fuck you."
"You're gonna have to ask a little nicer than that."
Hyunjin groans, the swing following the roll of his hips as he chases Christopher's touch. "Please."
"Good boy," Chris growls between his legs, the vibrations shooting pleasure straight into the pit of the blonde's stomach. "Can I call you that? Do you want to be a good boy?" Hyunjin nods frantically, a swipe of Chris's tongue on his painfully hard clothed cock tearing a whine out of him. "I want words."
"God, yes." Hyunjin pulls Chris in, caging him with his legs around his shoulders and he looks so, so desperate.
In the darkness of the club, they can barely see what's going on around them, but needless to say they can feel the gazes on them, feel the atmosphere grow heavier around them. Moans echo in every corner of the room, only slightly muted by the ambient music, but Chris doesn't hear them, doesn't listen. All his ears can focus on are the ragged breaths and whines coming out of Hyunjin's mouth as he pushes his crotch closer.
Chris finally decides to "get the message".
"Fuck," Hyunjin groans, relief audible in his voice when his painfully hard cock is released. The rational part of his brain would've made him a little bashful, to be exposed in front of so many strangers, if it wasn't for the fact every nerve in his body could only focus on Chris's touch.
It's nothing Chris hasn't seen before, having religiously watched one too many Hyune streams, but god does his mouth water at the mere feeling of Hyunjin's cock, hard and leaking, fitting perfectly in his hand.
He wonders how far he can fit it in his mouth.
"You're so big," he practically moans, kissing his way down the blonde's length with a careful hand massaging his tip, spreading precum everywhere it needs to be. "Can't believe I have you all to myself."
Hyunjin chuckles, glancing around him and catching a few eyes that immediately look away in shame. "Not exactly."
"They can watch, but not touch," Chris insists, laving his tongue over his balls, relishing the taste of salt on his skin. "Just like all of your viewers. I'm living their fucking dream, right now."
"What about yours, though?" Hyunjin inhales sharply at the dark glint in Christopher's eyes as he slowly starts sucking on his tip, plush lips a true delight on his needy cock. "I bet— shit— I bet I'm living their dream."
Dimples shine on Christopher's cheeks for only a moment before they hollow out and he sinks down, down, down, taking as much of Hyunjin's length as he can and it's the blonde's cue to shut the fuck up and enjoy. And if the way his moans grow louder and higher in pitch in no time is anything to go by, he revels in every second of it.
Hands tangled in Christopher's curls, it isn't long before Hyunjin starts bucking his hips, swing following underneath him over and over again as he gradually takes control and fucks Christopher's throat until the blue-haired man's a drooling, crying mess, whimpering around his cock like he's the one getting pleasured.
"I'm gonna come," Hyunjin warns, eyes rolling back and knees giving out underneath him. "I'm—"
Chris... stops.
He pulls his lips off of Hyunjin with an obscene pop and stands back up, casually tucking Hyunjin back into his panties. He lets the waistband snap back into place with a painful sting, a shit-eating grin on his face. To say Hyunjin is confused would be a major understatement, but to his demise, it isn't long before he understands.
"Told you I like to make people wait."
On those words, Chris grabs Hyunjin by the hand, pecks his lips and drags him out of the club. The blonde follows with an expression of utter confusion on his face that would've been cute if it wasn't immediately followed by fiery rage.
"You know I fucking hate your guts, right?" Hyunjin barks but never lets go of Christopher's hand, obediently letting him lead the way.
"Don't be a sore loser, you'll be number one again in no time, I'm sure."
"I wasn't talking about—"
"So you didn't invite me to come all the way down here right after I made number one just to study your competition?"
The silence that follows has Chris holding back his laughter hard enough to hurt.
How the tables have turned. And to think just moments ago it was Hyunjin taunting him.
After a few seconds, he finally protests, "I don't know what you're talking about. You don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't worry, in a few minutes you'll be able to thoroughly study your top competitor." Hyunjin opens his mouth to speak but Chris is quick to shut him up, pulling him in for a kiss at an intersection right before casually asking, "Your place is this way, right?"
Looking stunned as ever, Hyunjin just nods.
***
Hyunjin quickly finds out that real-life Chris is exactly like camboy Chris. He starts out slow, gentle and sweet, looking as endearing and pure as can be.
Then, you blink, and all of a sudden you're staring at the most sinful creature in the universe.
As soon as he puts his mind into it, Chris is absolutely fucking filthy. Hyunjin knows as much: one, because he's watched an embarrassing amount of his streams; and two, because he's sitting naked on top of him in his bed right now and he looks like sex on legs.
"Chan," Hyunjin whines and he hates how desperate his voice sounds, but he's still painfully hard under his dress and he needs a cock in him right this moment. "Just—"
"I know, baby," he whispers, grinding their clothed dicks together as he draws nice little circles over Hyunjin's hips, "I know what you want, and I'll give it to you, I promise, but first..." He grinds a little harder, wrenching a high whimper out of Hyunjin. "I'm gonna use you. Prep me."
Hyunjin wants to cry, and he's not sure if it's from relief or frustration, because Chris takes his hand and squirts lube all over his fingers and he knows exactly what that means. He's fucking ecstatic at the idea of having Chris on his cock, but a part of him knows he won't just let him come like that, knows that he's got a lot more in store for him, and Hyunjin's pretty sure he's going to burst in his fucking panties if he doesn't stop the teasing.
"You know what?" Hyunjin growls, and on those words, he grabs Christopher's waist with his clean hand and flips him over, slamming him down on the mattress. "Two can play at that game."
After the initial surprise, Chris smiles. "Knew you had it in you."
Chris sounds heavenly when he moans.
He feels warm and tight around Hyunjin's fingers, and if the way he clings to him is anything to go by, Hyunjin seems to be doing things right, curling the two digits in and out of his pretty hole, taking his sweet, sweet time. Hyunjin's already sweating—as he always is whenever he does anything at all—but he doesn't care, nothing could deter him from fingering Chris for-fucking-ever just to give him a little taste of his own medicine.
Just a little longer, he keeps telling him, over and over and over—
"Hyunjin, I'm ready."
"So am I," he smirks, kissing Chris's neck as he starts fingering him fast and hard, abusing his prostate and reducing him to an absolute puddle of whimpers and pleas for more.
He only gives in beause he can't hold back any longer himself, and if Chris felt good around his fingers, needless to say Hyunjin nearly ruins the condom as soon as he sinks into him. It's a little infuriating that he can't feel the wetness, but as sex workers they certainly know better than to push these boundaries too soon. So instead, he listens, listens to Chris moan, listens to the squelch of the lube, listens to the sound of skin slapping, and it's almost as good as feeling it.
Almost. But he wants, needs to feel how wet Chris is, so he puts all of his weight his left arm and knees and reaches for Chris's length with his free hand.
"Oh god," Chris immediately reacts, hips jolting back and forth between Hyunjin's fist and his cock. "Oh my fucking god, fuck."
"What was that—" Hyunjin starts, trying to catch his breath as he thrusts relentlessly, "about using me?"
Chris chuckles, and as if Hyunjin weighs nothing, he switches their positions again and sinks his greedy hole back on the blonde's cock. "I am using you. My pretty little dildo."
Motherfucker.
Hyunjin can feel his high approach dangerously with Chris riding him like a champ, hips rolling so beautifully he almost looks like he's dancing. Eyes glazed over with lust, he doesn't look nearly as taunting and cocky as he did earlier, and it tells Hyunjin everything he needs to know. He snaps his hips up repeatedly until Chris wavers, collapsing forward with a whine as he finally lets Hyunjin take him as he pleases, arms tightly wrapped around him, cock thrusting into him at an animalistic pace. Soon enough, Chris's eyes are rolling back and he's shivering from head to toe on top of Hyunjin, his cum staining the blonde all the way up to his neck from the force of his orgasm. There's a sense of pride in making Chris come first and it shoots a wave of pleasure straight into Hyunjin's gut, then it grows, grows, grows until—
"Hold it," Chris orders and his voice is firm enough that Hyunjin freezes although he's burning up inside.
"I can't," Hyunjin chokes out, hips almost moving on their own to chase the high but it's almost like Christopher's got him nailed to the bed with a simple order.
"You can. I've seen you edge yourself countless times to make streams last longer, you can."
"God, you're the worst," he growls and watches helplessly as Chris lifts himself off his cock.
"You'll think I'm the best in about a minute, give it time."
"Screw you."
Chris tuts him—fucking tuts him—and before Hyunjin can register what's going on, there's a lubed-up finger prodding at his hole while Chris rolls on a condom with his free hand.
Hyunjin comes the second Chris thrusts a single finger into him.
It's humiliating. Under Christopher's pleasantly surprised stare—though he tries to act disappointed—Hyunjin wants to dig a hole and bury himself in it, never to come out. But he can't seem to stop, more loads of cum filling the condom still wrapped around his length every time Christopher's finger moves and fuck, it feels amazing. It's just one finger, so even if he's sensitive it's nothing too painful and Chris manages to fuck him through his orgasm. He slides a second finger in as soon as Hyunjin's hole feels a little more relaxed around him, not even letting him breathe for a split-second. His cock's still hard, bobbing on his stomach with every thrust, still aching because of how long he was edged and how adamant Chris seems on not giving him a second's rest.
"You didn't hold it," Chris comments, leaning close as his voice drops several octaves by the time he speaks again, "bad boy."
No, no, not bad, good. He's good—
Chris bites down on his shoulder, hard enough to sting but not enough to leave too big a mark, and Hyunjin writhes under his touch, squirming pathetically as he lets himself be claimed and marked over and over again.
"Please fuck me," Hyunjin begs, "please, please, please, fuck me, Chan, please."
"See how nicely you can ask when you try," Chris teases and as soon as he takes his fingers out, Hyunjin's already hooking his legs around his hips and pulling him in. "Shit, is this what you want?"
Chris draws little circles with his tip around Hyunjin's rim, hole clenching around him every time he so much as pushes in slightly without really going in.
"Yes, fuck." Hyunjin clings to him for dear life, desperately rolling his ass against his tip but Chris doesn't budge.
"Tell me you want it."
"I want it, I want your cock so fucking bad, Chan, please."
"Good boy," he whispers again and instantly sinks in, wrenching a low grunt out of Hyunjin from the force of his thrust. "So good, so perfect, just for me..."
Semmingly struck with an idea, Chris pushes himself up, sitting back on his knees with his cock still buried deep inside Hyunjin. He grabs Hyunjin's phone from the bedside table and—
Oh.
"What are you doing?" Hyunjin laughs, suddenly feeling a little bashful being fucked out of his mind on camera. Ironic, really.
"Remembered you weren't just mine," Chris responds with a smile, trying to keep the phone as steady as possible, filming Hyunjin as he continues to fuck him. "Can't waste perfectly good POV content, can we? Especially when you look this good getting fucked."
"You're a pretty wonderful sight, too, if you ask me— ah," Hyunjin ends his sentence with a string of staccato moans as Chris repeatedly brushes against his sweet spot, "right there, right there, don't stop."
"Fuck," Chris grunts, hips stuttering, "you look a little too good on camera. Too bad this phone's gonna be shaking all over the fucking place because I sure as hell am going to fuck you properly."
"Less talking, more doing," Hyunjin teases and reaps exactly what he sows.
With Chris a little too out of reach for his taste, Hyunjin can only claw at the bedsheets as he gets pounded just right over and over again, until he's got nothing but Chris's name on his lips, lips that crave to be kissed, bitten, licked all over just to be full of Chris in every fathomable way. But the show comes first, and if Hyunjin laid limp as a starfish just a minute ago, now he's doing everything in his power to make sure both Chris and whoever sees this video lose their mind. Shooting his most sinful eyes at the camera, playing with his nipple, rolling his hips at just the right angle to make sure they can see how Christopher's thick cock bulges in his lower belly... He's got his camboy mode on, but the only thing he doesn't have to play up this time is how incredible he feels; his moans are already loud enough as is, still fisting the bedsheets as hard as he can.
"You really do know how to put on a show," Chris comments, a little out of breath. "God, you're fucking— fucking perfect. Shit."
"I wasn't number one for nothing," Hyunjin teases with a cocky grin.
Chris chuckles, "I never should've ranked that high. I don't deserve your spot, especially not after this."
"You're q-quite the sight, too. Wish you could see yourself."
Smiling, Chris sets the phone back on the nightstand, propping it up against the lamp so the camera's still got them in frame. "Guess I'll have to wait until I'm done with you."
With both hands finally free, Chris grabs Hyunjin's legs and wraps them around his hips, leaning in to press their bodies flush against one another as he continues fucking him. Hyunjin immediately catches his beautiful lips in a heated kiss, all tongue and spit and heavy breaths.
"Are you close?" Chris whispers into his mouth.
"Yes," Hyunjin whimpers and he hates the way his voice cracks around the word, but it doesn't matter. He's kissing Chris, finally, tasting that pink tongue he's daydreamed about more times than he'd like to admit, and he can feel the cold steel of his navel piecing against his belly with every thrust because they're close enough to melt as one, holding onto one another for dear life.
Chris dips down to suck a hickey into his neck and Hyunjin comes again with a scream, quickly followed by the other camboy who barely holds out for a few more seconds with Hyunjin's ass squeezing his cock tight. Their orgasms seem to last absolutely forever, until they're both shaking from overstimulation and collapsing against one another.
After a while, Hyunjin finally finds the strength to speak again. "Oh my god."
"Yeah," Chris exhales, "oh my god."
***
Their little homemade movie goes viral on Twitter.
Fans of both "Hyune" and "Banging Chris" collectively lose their shit, and the little pair watches their numbers climb through the roof on the camming site, battling for the number one spot as it ping-pongs between the two of them. Every now and then they'll put out new collabs and Hyunjin pretends it's only due to popular request, like Chris isn't the best fuck he's had in his entire life, like he doesn't miss him immediately every time he kisses him goodbye at the train station.
It's a little infuriating, frankly, how quickly Hyunjin grows attached to the damn guy, a true sunshine on legs until he isn't, until he turns into some sort of feral beast as soon as he puts his mind to it in the bedsheets.
Hyunjin stops calling it "popular request" when Chris moves in, a few months later. Jisung teases him about it for weeks, calls them "the gayest pair of u-haul lesbians", his words.
Eventually, they make a common account.
And without a second thought, they call it "Banging Hyune".