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"Hello, and thanks for tuning into First Time Hotline! Today's fresh meat is a xianxia enthusiast from the Henan area~ why don't you introduce yourself to the audience?" The tall man who stands on the other side of the camera, eyes laser focussed on him, directs the camera to zoom in.
Xie Lian smiles nervously, shifting on the black couch uncomfortably, peeling his thighs from the leather. He feels exposed in the flimsy inner robe that the studio must have bought from the cheapest listing on Taobao. It's see-through and scratchy against his skin. Combined with the feeling of the hole between his cheeks slick with oil, he feels rather uncomfortable.
"Hi, I'm 21 and a uni student and part time shop assistant at a bread store, and this is my first time doing something like this," he says shakily, trying to remember the general script that they had agreed on. The information was accurate, but the way it was said was guided by the writers. He waves to the camera shyly. "Um, you can call me Dianxia."
"So we're going to have a "defiling the Crown Prince" moment, huh? Pretty sexy," says Jun Wu through the camera, lip lifting in a smirk at the way the pretty young man looks so vulnerable on the couch. "So what made you decide to do this? I can't believe someone as cute as you are is still a virgin at your age."
"Haha, um, I need the money for my dad's hospital bills," says Xie Lian, fumbling a bit. The director had said it was okay to be truthful but not to be too upsetting. Hopefully that was okay. "I've been studying and working hard so I never had the chance to um, meet anyone and um, lose it."
"Well I’m most honoured to be taking your first time so you can pay those bills," says Jun Wu breezily. "Why don't you show the audience your virgin hole?"
In all his years as a porn director, Jun Wu rarely saw natural beauties as attractive as Xie Lian. He could hardly believe that the young man was a virgin, though the way he acted did give it away to be fact. To be able to defile such a beautiful man eighteen years his junior was something he would savour. Jun Wu's eyes follow the way Xie Lian looks down in embarrassment, blush dusting his cheeks as he shifts on that awful sofa, the robe clinging to his slim form.
Xie Lian draws his knees up onto the couch, before shuffling so that he is turned away from the camera. He bends over while using his palms to shift the robe up to reveal a plump bottom. Hands separate his own cheeks, revealing a freshly cleaned and recently waxed asshole, now glistening with a slight sheen of oil.
Jun Wu's mouth salivates at the sight. The rim is a dusky colour, in direct contrast to the paleness of the rest of the man's body. He gestures for one of the cameramen to zoom into it, to give the buyers of this video a nice good look at the hole he was going to break in.
"Very good," he purrs, standing up. He walks onto the set, wearing a button down and slacks. "Now you understand what needs to be done first, right?"
Jun Wu stands behind Xie Lian, who shifts back to face him. The cameras change positions and angles to follow suit, ensuring they could capture the best video according to Jun Wu's direction.
Xie Lian's heart hammers as he reaches for the closure of the man's pants. He can see that Jun Wu is already hard through the fabric, and he swallows drily. The bulge is formidably large, and he's conscious of the fact that cameras and lights are both trained on him.
He has no choice though, of course. Not anymore. Xie Lian unbuttons and unzips Jun Wu's pants with shaky hands, pulling the fabric down. Xie Lian has to hold back a soft gasp. Straining against the cotton, Jun Wu's cock looks even larger. Would it really fit inside him?
"What's on your mind?" asks Jun Wu gently, cupping Xie Lian's face with one hand when he sees the deer-in-headlights expression. It’s adorable how shocked he looks. Jun Wu is certain that Xie Lian really has never seen another cock, and especially not one as mighty as the famed, now-semi-retired porn star, the Heavenly Emperor’s.
"A-ahh, uhm, you're really big," stammers Xie Lian, eyes drawn to Jun Wu's cock. He laughs, petting Xie Lian affectionately.
"You can do it baby," he says, stroking along Xie Lian’s cheekbone. Xie Lian looks up at Jun Wu with wide helpless eyes.
Even if he can't, he has to.
Xie Lian hooks his fingers under the elastic waistband of Jun Wu's briefs before pulling it down. The huge cock bounces up, smacking Xie Lian in the face.
The sound that comes out of his month is much closer to a squeal than he'd like to admit. How humiliating! Jun Wu laughs at the way Xie Lian shys back from it.
"Now kiss daddy's cock," says Jun Wu. Xie Lian complies, pressing his pillowy pink lips to the tip of the cock. There's pre dripping out from it already, and it smears all over his lips from his action. Xie Lian looks up at Jun Wu, who hums and pats his head. Feeling emboldened, Xie Lian parts his lips and moves his mouth over the tip. The liquid tastes salty and bitter.
"Watch your teeth," warns Jun Wu. Xie Lian pulls off and readjusts the way his lips sit over his teeth, before trying again, swirling his tongue on the underside. He relaxes his jaw and throat as best as he can before trying to slide it in, the weight of it on his tongue. His hands come up to wrap around where his mouth has not yet reached.
"That's it baby, keep going," coaxes Jun Wu. The sight before him is obscene, to see such a delicate pretty boy's mouth stretching around his cock. Xie Lian's eyes are desperately seeking approval, and Jun Wu is altogether too happy to give it to him.
Xie Lian tries to breathe through his nose as he takes it down his throat. It feels almost impossible and it feels like it strains against him. The man's cock is huge and hard and long, veins running under the skin of it. He can barely wrap one hand around the circumference of it, and his jaw is sore. There's a point where he can't go any further, he feels, but his lips are still a bit of a way from the base of the cock. Xie Lian steadies himself, pausing.
Suddenly, Jun Wu threads his hands through Xie Lian's hair, before roughly snapping his hips to force the rest of the length down his throat. Xie Lian's eyes widen and he cries out, but it's obviously muffled by the cock in his mouth, only serving to provide more stimulation to Jun Wu through vibrations that wrap around him. Xie Lian's nose is pressed over and over against the dark curls of Jun Wu's happy trail as he chokes back cries, his throat fluttering around the cock and desperately trying to reject the trapped length.
"Fuck, your virgin throat is tight around my cock," moans Jun Wu. "Look at how well you take it. Your throat was born to be my cocksleeve."
Xie Lian tears up from the discomfort of Jun Wu's thrusts, trying to steady his breathing as his throat and jaw are forced open. He can only sit there on the couch and take the brutal throat-fucking. He tries to think about how much he needs the money for his dad's hospital bills to prevent himself from pulling off and walking away.
Jun Wu can tell that Xie Lian's mind is elsewhere from the way his eyes look so glassy, but it doesn't matter, he looks and feels so good being debauched like this. Xie Lian's throat constricts around his cock, struggling against his own gag reflex, and the knowledge that this is the first time he's blown anyone sends Jun Wu over the edge.
"Oh yeah baby, your throat feels so good, daddy's gonna cum now," he groans, but he pulls out, grabbing his own cock with one hand and aiming it over Xie Lian's open mouth and face. Thick ropes of cum land on Xie Lian's wet, pink tongue and paint across his nose and cheekbones, dripping viscously. He looks utterly filthy.
Xie Lian's throat and jaw are sore from the ordeal, and he feels dazed. He lets himself be guided by the much more experienced older man. He tries to think positively aside from the money. At the least, the man was quite good looking, chiselled jawline and handsome features, and experienced. Xie Lian could lose his first time in a way that was more beneficial than most people could relate to.
Jun Wu strips quickly, pulling off his shirt and pants to show his muscled abs and thighs, and pushes Xie Lian onto the couch so that he is lying on it, before forcefully opening his robe so his body is exposed. Xie Lian's cock is half-hard, and he grasps it in one enormous hand and strokes it, thumbing the tip. Xie Lian's dusky nipples are perky in the air conditioned room, and Jun Wu flicks at one, causing him to arch his back with a soft moan.
"Daddy's gonna breed you now, baby," says Jun Wu, lifting one leg over his shoulder and positioning his still hard cock at Xie Lian's entrance. He had been thoroughly prepared before this scene so that they wouldn't need to waste time to do it now. Jun Wu rocks his hips so the tip presses against the shiny rim, and Xie Lian moans from the contact. Once he finds purchase, Jun Wu is able to slide the rest of himself in, marvelling at the sight. The way the muscles clench, instinctively trying to reject his cock, feels incredible. He doesn’t let it push him out of course though, forcing his way in between the slippery walls.
Xie Lian cries out as it enters him. While he has been thoroughly prepared, the stretch still burns a little as the hard cock penetrates him, and his body spasms trying to push it out. He throws his head back when it's halfway in, already feeling full, and then Jun Wu still continues feeding his cock into his needy lower hole. He gasps when it finally bottoms out inside him, the weight of Jun Wu's heavy balls pressing against his rim. The strangled cry that tears itself from his throat is barely recognisable to his ears.
"Congrats on losing your virginity, Dianxia," purrs Jun Wu mockingly, watching the expressions flit past Xie Lian's face. "The crown prince of the land defiled so nicely…"
Xie Lian's inner walls are slick with oil, but still tight as a vise around Jun Wu's cock. Jun Wu's favourite part of this series was watching the changing expressions on the face of the one losing their virginity. Xie Lian's pretty face looked lurid with the way it twisted with shock and pleasure, his eyes rolling back a little and mouth slack. Jun Wu pulls out, feeling the way the soft rim drags on his cock, now not wanting to let go of him. Once only the tip is in, he moves it back and forth a bit, letting the soft skin catch around his head, causing Xie Lian to gasp in pleasure as the nerves are stimulated. Jun Wu rolls his hips a little bit more, tip of his cock massaging against the inside of Xie Lian's entrance, and then he shoves himself back in, to the hilt, drawing a scream from the younger man. Xie Lian's spine arches off the couch, his pert nipples raised to the ceiling. Jun Wu uses his free hand to pinch at them, and Xie Lian keens and bucks under him furiously, barely realising his own body instinctively reacting to the way he is being fucked.
Jun Wu loved deflowering virgins, but none were as delicious as Xie Lian. He was young and inexperienced but so earnest, and Jun Wu sincerely wanted to fuck him until he was satisfied. Even if it meant fucking the younger man until he passed out on that couch. From his beauty, to the way he reacted, all of it was going to be burned into Jun Wu’s memory.
"Your hole is gobbling up daddy's cock so hungrily," says Jun Wu. "Does it feel that good?"
"Y-yes, daddy," says Xie Lian shyly, and something in Jun Wu snaps when he hears it coming so sweetly from those pretty lips. He pulls the leg over his shoulder up straight, pointing Xie Lian's toes to the ceiling, before using his body's weight to slam himself into Xie Lian, causing him to sob. Jun Wu's other hand is still wrapped around Xie Lian's cock, and his wrist pulls it in practiced tugs to give it some much needed relief. Drool trickles from the side of Xie Lian's mouth and his eyes roll upwards as he continues to make pleasured noises, overstimulated. He can almost feel the weight of the thrusts of the huge cock in his throat and sternum, and the knowledge of it causes him to clamp down. The slick sound of their copulating also fills the air along with Xie Lian's sweet little moans and Jun Wu's soft grunts from the exertion of his pace.
"I'm cumming," stutters Xie Lian, thighs trembling as he clenches around Jun Wu so hard it hurts a little, and then his cock spills, cum splashing onto his own face and abdomen. Jun Wu ensures that the cameras got the closeups, as he also wanted to relive this later when he would watch the edited video.
Xie Lian barely has time for reprieve before he is pulled into another position, this time with Jun Wu seated on the couch and Xie Lian riding him, slim chest pressed to muscular one, so that the camera has a good view of where they are joined. Xie Lian is bounced on Jun Wu’s lap repeatedly, causing him to cry out as the cock is pushed deep inside him.
Jun Wu flips the two of them over so that Xie Lian is the one seated, leaning against the back of the couch, and then Jun Wu pulls those slim long legs up and folds them to Xie Lian’s chest, pinning them there with his knees and muscled thighs. Xie Lian gasps, plump lips forming an “o” shape as he’s driven into repeatedly, wind knocked right out of him.
“Gonna breed you real good,” says Jun Wu, “daddy’s gonna show you his favourite position, the mating press.” Hearing this, the camera men behind him rearrange themselves so they can get a good angle. Jun Wu presses down his muscular thighs and bottom against Xie Lian, pinning him hard to the cheap leather. He keeps his thrusts unyielding and deep, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, jostling the young man under him. His enormous hands grab onto the slim waist, nearly able to completely encircle him with just his two hands, using it as leverage. One hand comes up and before Xie Lian has time to react, it slaps him right across his face.
Xie Lian’s head snaps to his left. His muscles clench down around Jun Wu’s cock, body unwittingly reacting to the shocking casual violence. He doesn’t remember agreeing to this, and his face smarts from pain, but he’s too far gone now to demand answers. Jun Wu’s smile never leaves his face, lips tugging upwards with the barest hint of cruelty, and then his other hand comes down on the other side of Xie Lian’s face, causing Xie Lian to snap his head to the other side.
“Little slut,” Jun Wu growls as Xie Lian’s body thrashes under him, his inner walls clenching around him as he’s slapped a few times, head rolling side to side as he just takes it. The look of dazed betrayal in Xie Lian’s eyes only causes Jun Wu’s cock to throb from pleasure.
"Daddy’s gonna cum, baby boy," warns Jun Wu through gritted teeth, and he thrusts in deep before releasing inside Xie Lian, who squeals from the sensation of the warmth flooding into him.
Jun Wu flips them around on the seat again, pulling Xie Lian off him and turning him to face the camera. Xie Lian’s back is pressed to the muscular chest, and his knees are hooked over the crook of Jun Wu’s elbows, completely exposing his cock and hole to the camera. Jun Wu’s hands and forearms come up to the sides of Xie Lian’s head, hands resting over each other on top of his head.
Jun Wu bounces Xie Lian on his lap, thrusting up hard with his hips while keeping his head and shoulders in place with his hands and forearms. Xie Lian’s toes curl from Jun Wu's strokes and the strange feeling of safety, like being in a small space. He can also feel his cock, now hard, bobbing up and down, drops of pre dripping from the tip, but he isn’t able to move his head down to look. Instead, he’s forced to stare into the lens of a camera as Jun Wu drives his cock inside him.
The noises coming from where the two are joined are obscene from the combined lube and the load Jun Wu had released inside Xie Lian, slick slide of velvety skin inside soft pliant walls. Despite himself, he can only helplessly moan as he’s fucked into. He feels a mild sense of shame from being demeaned like this in front of the camera and feeling enjoyment from it, but it’s short lived as Jun Wu presses against his prostate with each heavy thrust.
“Oh, oh, daddy,” moans Xie Lian, raspy voice trembling, and Jun Wu falters for the barest of seconds, hips stuttering as he cums inside the younger man. That time had not been intentional, but the way Xie Lian had brokenly moaned while clamping down on him had drawn a climax from him before he could react. He keeps his thrusts going though, working through his own release, cock hard still as he’s used to it from years and years of this line of work.
Jun Wu presses a kiss to the nape of Xie Lian’s neck, causing him to shiver and tighten around him.
How cute.
Defiling virgins and playing with their thoughts and feelings, there really was nothing more exciting than that in Jun Wu’s eyes. He kisses and bites at the lobe of Xie Lian’s flushed ear, tugging on the soft skin.
Xie Lian cries out, body oversensitive from the recent orgasm but unable to resist, forced to go with the flow. He feels filthy, his own cum all over his body and Jun Wu’s release dripping out of him, slight layer of sweat on his skin, legs spread as the camera records the thick, hard cock slickly sliding in and out of his rim that’s now red and stretched.
His brain feels like mush and his throat is dry, his body feverish from their activity. He wonders vaguely who might watch it. Thankfully he doesn’t know many people, but he’s worried that someone he knows might eventually find out and blackmail him. It’s a distant worry as of now though, pleasure flooding through his body as Jun Wu continues to slam up into him and mouth kisses down his neck. The contrast between the soft affection, slight pressure on his neck as he’s held in place, and filthy way he’s being fucked into has Xie Lian internally conflicted on how he feels about Jun Wu. His body, however, is honest, and it spasms as another orgasm rocks through him, causing him to clamp down on the cock inside him.
“Fuck you’re tight, baby,” breathes Jun Wu, working Xie Lian through the orgasm. When he stops shuddering, opting to collapse against the hard muscled torso behind him, Jun Wu changes their positions again.
Xie Lian is lifted up and dropped onto the couch on all fours, his chin pressed onto one arm of the sofa, hands flat against the leather. Enormous hands grip onto his hips and Jun Wu thrusts into him again, taking him from behind, balls slapping against his perineum. Jun Wu’s hands slide over the curve of Xie Lian’s rump, massaging it, letting his fingers sink into the softness. Then he lifts it and the hand comes down hard against the skin, causing it to jiggle. Xie Lian cries out as Jun Wu alternates spanks between his bottom’s cheeks, the skin reddening from his slaps, never slowing down the pace of his thrusting. Xie Lian can’t help but clench down each time he’s hit, body instinctively reacting to the pain with rejection, but betrayed by the fact it’s being held in place and penetrated already.
“You like this, baby?” asks Jun Wu.
Semen slides warmly out of him and down his balls as it’s jostled in and out, and Xie Lian can feel his thighs and lower back shaking as he tries to keep in position. There’s a camera angled to the side of his front to get a close up of his facial expressions. Despite knowing this, he can’t keep control over his facial muscles. His jaw is slack and mouth open, tongue lolling out to the side and trailing saliva, and he realises that the soft whining sounds have been coming from him. His eyes are half-lidded as he tries not to glance at the lens directly from under his lashes.
Jun Wu’s hands massage his reddened stinging bottom, and then one hand pulls at his hair so that he’s lifted off the arm of the sofa. Xie Lian’s scalp prickles from the tug on his hair.
“Daddy’s asking you a question. You gonna be a good boy and answer?” asks Jun Wu, bizarrely polite for the scenario, but there’s an edge of steel below the surface. Even as his head feels like it’s been filled with cotton candy, Xie Lian knows that he doesn’t want to get Jun Wu angry.
“Sorry, daddy,” gasps Xie Lian, feeling himself clench fearfully, constricting around Jun Wu’s thrusting inside him. “L-love it when you’re rough, with me, daddy. Feels so good.”
“That’s a good boy,” says Jun Wu, letting go of his hair suddenly, and Xie Lian’s head jerks forward. Enormous hands grip his waist again, encircling him and keeping his pelvis angled upwards, as Jun Wu braces himself in place and slams in harder, pulling Xie Lian backwards at the same time.
Xie Lian gasps, clamping down in spasms from the praise, and he climaxes again, cock spilling out some liquid all over the leather seating. Jun Wu grunts and thrusts hard one final time, spilling inside Xie Lian. He pulls out, and Xie Lian wobbles on his knees as he buckles towards the seating. He can feel cum drip out of his still-twitching rim, sliding down his thighs.
“Sho… sho good,” mumbles Xie Lian, drawing a smile to Jun Wu’s face. Xie Lian is vaguely aware of cameras clicking as photos are taken, mainly for use as promo pictures for the video they shot. Sometimes Jun Wu picks him up and arranges him, easily carrying his lithe form, other times sitting him on his lap again.
At the end, Jun Wu embraces Xie Lian, pulling him to him before kissing him. Xie Lian lets Jun Wu slide his tongue into his mouth, pressing against his own tongue wetly. He’s vaguely aware this is the first time he’s kissed Jun Wu through the whole shooting process. He doesn’t hear the click of a camera either. It feels comforting and warm in those strong, muscular arms, Xie Lian’s nipples pressing against the hard planes of his chest. His cock twitches slightly, but it’s spent, otherwise Xie Lian would have gotten an erection again from the affection. If he wasn’t already senseless, he would have been kissed that way.
Jun Wu pulls away, string of saliva connecting their lips before it snaps, and then he’s pressing a kiss to Xie Lian’s sweaty forehead.
“You’ve been so good for me, and well-behaved boys get rewarded,” says Jun Wu. “Why don’t you get yourself cleaned up first?”
Xie Lian’s wrapped in a towel and led to the shower, and Jun Wu opens the door for him, gesturing for him to head in. When Xie Lian turns to close the door, Jun Wu is right behind him.
“Together?” asked Xie Lian, a little confused.
“Mmhmm. You’re not in any state to clean yourself,” says Jun Wu, winking. “Why don’t you let daddy take care of you?”
Xie Lian averts his gaze shyly, causing the other man to laugh. His cheeks are already reddened from their earlier activities, but he allows himself to be pulled into the shower and gently washed by Jun Wu. It’s chaste for the most part, apart from when Jun Wu inserts two fingers to scoop out any remaining semen, and by the end of it Xie Lian feels squeaky clean.
“You’d be good in a soapland fantasy video,” notes Jun Wu as he dries off Xie Lian with a towel. “Maybe next time, eh?”
Xie Lian’s silent for a moment as his head is massaged. “There won’t be a next time.”
Jun Wu cocks a brow. “Really?”
“Really.” Xie Lian nods.
An easy smirk curves Jun Wu’s lips. There was no way he’d let Xie Lian go this easily. Even though he had committed to being more of a director now and only participating as a porn star lead in the First Time Hotline video series, (since deflowering virgins was a bad hobby of his) he is willing to create a whole series of videos just for Xie Lian. He can see a diamond in the rough. The young man before him is exactly to his tastes, and he wants to savour him and make videos of and with him more than once. Besides, how is Xie Lian so certain his father would make such a speedy recovery? No… he is certain Xie Lian would be back, willingly. He just had to be patient.
“Of course,” says Jun Wu amicably as the two of them get dressed. “The offer is always there if you wish to take it.”
Jun Wu taps on his phone, sending Xie Lian his payment online. “And of course, your compensation. With a little something from me.”
“Thank you, director,” says Xie Lian.
“I’ll send you a copy of the finished product,” promises Jun Wu, and Xie Lian nods, but his mind is already thinking about him going home and sleeping. He really couldn’t care less about the video anymore. “Shall I drive you home?”
“No, it’s okay,” says Xie Lian. He doesn’t want the man to know where he lives, to be honest. “I’ll catch the subway.”
“Let me know when you make it home,” says Jun Wu, and Xie Lian nods.
Jun Wu ruffles Xie Lian’s hair a little. “See you round, Xie Lian.”
And then he leaves first.
* * *
It takes a few months to edit the film, with Jun Wu personally overseeing this one. He intends to keep all the footage and photos regardless, because it’s honestly his favourite video yet. His favourite photo is of Xie Lian, sweaty and snuggled into his side, bottom raised towards the camera, and he often looks at it, marvelling at how small and vulnerable the younger man looks tucked into his arm.
When he finally watches the final video, Jun Wu is pleased that he’s able to produce such a satisfying porn film. It exceeds every expectation he had set, and he feels reinvigorated to continue directing and creating. There were some expressions Xie Lian made that he wasn’t able to see on the day, but after watching his own creation, they’re seared into his mind. He doesn’t often need to masturbate, but when he does, he cums to those blissed out expressions on Xie Lian’s face, enjoys watching himself deflower Xie Lian time and time again. It’s almost an addiction, one that he savours, as sex and porn had gotten stale without someone as exciting and stimulating as Xie Lian.
Jun Wu vows that next time Xie Lian calls, he will have a soapland themed porn video script ready for him. He also didn’t get to play with some specific parts of Xie Lian’s body, and he intends to make up for that thoroughly next time.
He sends off an email with a download link to the video to Xie Lian, double checking that his details are in his signature. Jun Wu is certain the man will call again. With hospital bills as the reason, he has to, and if he doesn’t, Jun Wu will simply force his hand.
Xie Lian’s often on Jun Wu’s mind, after all. Even when he films others or with new virgins, he finds himself thinking that it would be so much better if he could just have Xie Lian as his star, with him as the other lead. He finds himself flicking through the pictures from the shoot, but he also rather wants to kiss and snuggle him.
Jun Wu’s fairly confident that Xie Lian will contact him again, and he reminds himself to be patient.
* * *
Xie Lian receives an email from Heavenly Realm Studios regarding the film he had… “acted” in. He swallows thickly. The money he had received from that was hefty, and he was able to more or less pay a lot of the more expensive bills that were outstanding, with much to spare. But he still had more bills coming left, right, and centre, eating into the buffer faster than he expected. He had lied to his parents, telling them that he had found a temporary second job tutoring and was able to make a lot of money from that. Even this lie of having a second job had them concerned that he wouldn’t be able to keep up with his studies. If they knew he was in a porn video, they really probably would run him out of the house first, then drop dead of shame…
The video link sits untouched in Xie Lian’s inbox for a few days, before he finally plucks up the courage to have a look at it. He blushes madly at the way he looks so… debauched throughout the whole thing, lustfully crying out and shaking his hips. His stomach churns a little when he watches himself getting facefucked and slapped and he remembers the slight shame of being filmed, but for the most part, the encounter was favourable as it was one of intense pleasure.
He looks so… happy there, free of worries as he enjoys being railed by Jun Wu. And he was paid a rather considerable sum for that one video, completely unlike his grind at the bread store. He could do it one more time, right? It wouldn’t hurt? He had felt so good, gotten paid, and all by an attractive man who one could not even guess to be thirty-nine years old. There weren’t any downsides to this, were there?
Xie Lian chews on his lower lip for a bit, before he pulls out his phone and dials Jun Wu’s number.
Jun Wu is in the middle of filming another episode for First Time Hotline when he notices his assistant hurry towards him. He tries to subdue the smile on his face as he pulls out from the gasping man underneath him, casually wiping himself off then wrapping a towel around his hips. It had gotten boring anyway. The other guy’s moans were the usual over-the-top porn fake, but it had annoyed Jun Wu a lot.
“Let’s pause for now, refilm in a few minutes,” says Jun Wu. He answers the phone with a broad smirk as he walks out of the room.
“Jun Wu from Heavenly Realm Studios, who am I speaking to?” asks Jun Wu innocently, as if he hadn’t been waiting for this call for months. He had instructed his assistant to memorise Xie Lian’s number, which had been provided when he had signed up many months ago, and that no matter what he was in the middle of, to be interrupted should that number call, or the assistant would risk getting fired.
“Um, it’s me, Xie Lian…” Xie Lian’s voice trembles slightly.
“Oh, how good to hear from you. How’s everything?”
“Good… ah… I was wondering… that offer you said… is it still… on the table?”
For a moment, there’s only Xie Lian’s nervous breathing over the line.
Jun Wu’s voice is controlled even as he feels triumphant.
“Of course,” he says, baritone voice smooth. “Let me send you the details.”