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broke, horny, and depressed: the holy trinity of college students. gyuvin’s got the first two down pat, and he’s about to be the third if he doesn’t find something good to jack off to on this fine friday evening. he’s already hopped onto his favorite porn site but a sea of lewd thumbnails taunts him as he scrolls through video after video, dick mostly limp with indifference where it rests still in his motionless hand. he tries giving himself a couple pumps just to set the mood, hoping to wake gyuvin junior up a little, but his half-hearted attempts end with his dick flopping soullessly back into his palm, not even a twitch of interest.
“you’re really failing me now, buddy,” gyuvin says, staring sadly down at his lap. no response. he sighs and scrolls down a little further. all of the cocks and holes and faces are starting to merge together into one big soup of sex that’s gone cold sitting on the stovetop. it’s not like gyuvin really needs to get off, he’s not a porn addict or anything, but it’s been a couple weeks since he came and he figures that there must be some horny energy built up in his teenage boy self that should be taken care of while he has the chance.
one thumbnail finally catches his attention. the bottom is pretty, slim and delicate, cat ears perched on top of his blonde locks with a tail to match in the back, if gyuvin is seeing things correctly. he clicks on the video and his dick immediately stirs to life with the sweet moans that pour from his headphones, the way the bottom writhes under the larger and more muscled top, entranced by their teasing yet tender dynamics onscreen. gyuvin strokes himself in rhythm with the creaking of the bedframe, length rapidly hardening in his hold, and starts to feel a familiar heat settling into his lower stomach with the promise of a mind-blowing orgasm in the near future.
halfway through the clip, gyuvin’s mind starts to wander, a common occurrence whenever he’s trying to enjoy his sexy little me-time. usually it’s some mix between his brain displaying a powerpoint presentation of top ten most embarrassing moments of my entire life, in chronological order or list of people who would be disappointed if they saw me masturbating right now but tonight gyuvin finds himself fixated on the background of the video he’s watching. the setting looks very…familiar. not that it reminds him of any specific place he’s been, but it just appears to be some regular old college dorm. the sheets are messy, the posters hanging from the wall are askew, and there are some empty cans and bottles stacked up on the nightstand. it’s comforting, in a way.
the bottom finishes with a wail as he’s manhandled into the mattress and fucked within an inch of his life. gyuvin is still staring at the tower fan sitting in the corner of their room, the shape of it oddly recognizable, and he realizes that it’s the same brand and model that he and his roommate recently bought for the living room because their air conditioning just conveniently broke down earlier that week. the top is close now, too, and he pulls out to cum all over the bottom’s chest, painting his flushed skin with streaks of white. gyuvin idly palms at himself as his attention returns to the couple, now enjoying their post-sex cuddles, and suddenly the idea hits him.
“ricky,” he calls, pulling off his headphones with his free hand to let them dangle from his neck, then louder again when only the low hum of his pc monitor running answers him. “rihhh-cky!”
“yups,” comes the faint response from somewhere else in the apartment, followed by the shuffling of fuzzy cat-shaped slippers against hardwood floor.
“come here,” gyuvin yells.
the footsteps get louder, and a moment later his roommate’s blonde head peeks through the doorway. “what is it?”
“hey, ricky, look,” gyuvin says, gesturing at his pc screen, and ricky sighs, stepping into the room so he can see what gyuvin is referring to. it takes a moment for him to register the scene displayed before his eyes, squinting slightly in the dim crimson red of gyuvin’s fuckboy lights, until he can make out the shape of two naked figures detangling from each other in preparation for another round. the camera starts zooming in on the cum leaking from the bottom’s gaping hole and ricky makes a repulsed noise, abruptly twisting around with one hand held over his face to block his field of vision.
“what the fuck,” ricky mutters, swiftly heading for the door, but gyuvin is faster and prevents his escape with brawny fingers encircled around his wrist. this reminds him that his other hand is still wrapped around his hard cock, mostly hidden under the table, and he gives it a gentle squeeze as consolation for the past several minutes of neglect.
“okay, forget the porn,” gyuvin wheedles, tugging a begrudging ricky closer, “take a look at their room.” forget the porn is easier said than done when the bottom isn’t crawling on top of his partner with every intention of riding dick but ricky humors gyuvin anyway, albeit with an annoyed huff. his pupils skirt around the screen, taking in all the background details, until his dark brows furrow in slight confusion.
“...do we know these people?”
“well,” gyuvin starts, and ricky’s entire face instantly scrunches up. “no—”
“don’t fucking tell me,” ricky interrupts him, staring incredulously at the screen. the bottom is now fully engaged in reverse cowgirl, camerawork getting shakier with each jerky movement of the bed, both faces blurred at the edge of the frame. “is that—is that hanbin-hyung and hao-hyung?”
“fucking hell,” gyuvin sputters as ricky whips his head around to gawk at him, “no, it’s not—that’s not hanbin-hyung and hao-hyung. do you really think i’d be sitting around watching our friends have sex?” ricky is silent for a beat too long. “well, i wouldn’t.”
“sure,” ricky says, and then, “is that the same fan we have in the living room?”
“you’re missing the point,” gyuvin insists, “which is that they’re just filming in some random crusty bedroom, not like, a fancy sex dungeon set. i don’t think they’re even using a real camera. it’s probably just one of their phones.”
ricky looks more perplexed by the second. “yes,” he says, slowly, “amateur porn exists, gyuvin. they’re not all professional actors.”
it doesn’t seem like he’ll stumble upon gyuvin’s brilliant idea any time soon. gyuvin decides to cut right to the chase. “how much do you think people would pay to see us fuck?”
ricky’s eyes suddenly flicker in realization, and just as quickly become devoid of all light. “goodbye, gyuvin,” he says curtly, and starts to pull his arm away from gyuvin’s grip, without much success. he glances down at where their limbs are attached, and it’s then that he finally catches sight of gyuvin holding his own dick under the desk. “oh, for fuck’s sake,” ricky hisses, and gyuvin’s fingers slacken just enough so that he can yank himself free, shivering in disgust with the motion.
“to be fair,” gyuvin grunts, and pauses for a moment to palm lazily over his reawakened erection. it feels extra good when he hasn’t moved his hand in a while. “why else did you think i was watching porn?” he tips his head back against the headrest of his padded chair, letting a breathy moan slip past his parted lips as his thumb glides over the slit of his cock just right. ricky flinches and looks away.
“you’re a freak,” he tells gyuvin, and stomps out of the room. it doesn’t take long for gyuvin to cum after that, spilling all over his hand in record time. that video really must have done wonders, he thinks, reaching for the box of tissues sitting on his desk, and files away the link for future purposes.
according to gyuvin’s calculations (naver search), the top earning creator on his favorite porn site rakes in about ten times the amount he pays in tuition every year, which is already a hefty sum. per month. some lucky motherfuckers are out there whacking it in front of their laptops every tuesday night for thousands in cash, and gyuvin wants in. but he’s not going to do it alone.
enter ricky, gyuvin’s roommate of one year and counting. ricky has a lot of admirable qualities, gyuvin supposes, such as always paying his share of the rent (and gyuvin’s too, on one occasion, what a chad), unloading the dishwasher without being asked, and owning a car. but none of those are reasons why gyuvin wants to drag ricky into the wank your groin and bank your coin business with him.
here’s the thing: ricky is hot. not even your average one night stand at the bar kind of hot, but the drop-dead gorgeous, would cause wars between ancient civilizations kind of hot. sultry feline eyes, plush cherry lips, lithe figure crafted by the divine artists. gyuvin’s not saying he would personally pay a pretty penny to see ricky live streaming on friday nights, but he would personally pay a pretty penny to see ricky live streaming on friday nights.
granted, gyuvin himself is a pretty good-looking guy too. having ricky in front of the camera with him is just the cherry on top, and thanks to gyuvin’s irresistible charms, a little convincing is enough to get him on board.
(“a little convincing” as in nearly a week of nonstop groveling, bribery, and on one desperate occasion, something that could probably be considered a threat. gyuvin will beg seventeen times and that’s it, but apparently all it takes is fourteen tries before ricky finally cracks.)
“stop making that face,” gyuvin says. he doesn’t look up, eyes focused on the task of tinkering with the tripod in his hands, but he can practically smell the sour attitude rolling off ricky’s sullen expression in thick waves. “people are going to think i forced you into this.”
“you did force me into this,” ricky mutters, tucking his chin into his knees. not true, actually, because right when gyuvin was on the brink of giving up, he coincidentally mentioned in passing that their next door neighbor jiwoong was hot and they should get to know each other better sometime, and then suddenly ricky decided that he would help gyuvin out after all. “loosen the knob on the right to adjust the legs.”
gyuvin follows ricky’s instructions, crowing triumphantly when the legs of the tripod pop down and he can stabilize it against the end of his bed. they chose to film in gyuvin’s room, because all of this was his idea, and also because your room is already beyond nasty, to quote ricky’s words. (it’s not that bad, honestly, although gyuvin has to admit that his sheets do need the washing they’ll get after this recording.) he mounts his canon eos onto the tripod, a camera that he bought back in middle school in hopes that it would one day shoot some pretty sick car videos, but he supposes that porn is the second best thing it could be used for.
ricky is still perched hesitantly on the edge of gyuvin’s bed, watching him struggle with the camera while making no offer to help. gyuvin finally gets the settings right and peers through the viewfinder to focus on his roommate. “hey rick, look at me.”
predictably, ricky ignores him, head turned to stare through the window like an indoor cat longing for the great wilderness. gyuvin takes the shot anyway, capturing the sharp outline of ricky’s side profile and the defined ridges of his collarbones. “stunning,” he calls out, “one more.”
at gyuvin’s prompting, ricky tilts his head to look into the camera, lashes fluttering in a half-lidded gaze and cherry lips slightly parted. gyuvin nearly misses the shutter, pointer finger suddenly heavier than lead as it fumbles frantically for the button and presses down on it way too many times. “that was uhh,” he says, squinting at the display screen to review the dozens of photos he’d just taken, and his mouth goes dry. “that was good. pretty good. great, even.”
ricky snorts softly in laughter, the tense set of his shoulders beginning to fall. “are we doing a photoshoot now? i thought we were just filming.”
“i’m just making sure that everything’s set up correctly,” gyuvin bluffs. “the angle looks…yep. it’s fine.” he rushes to hit the record button and clambers into bed next to ricky, who suddenly seems shy again now that the camera is rolling. ricky looks up when gyuvin’s hand closes around his wrist, tugging his entwined fingers apart from where they’d been unconsciously fidgeting in his lap.
“relax,” gyuvin murmurs, and leans in.
ricky immediately leans back, an awkward distance suspended between them. “sorry, sorry,” he mutters, realizing his blunder, and places his hands on gyuvin’s chest to lightly push him away, face turned away to avoid eye contact. “just…give me a minute.”
he looks awfully affected already, ears flushed pink despite them not having done anything yet. gyuvin barely holds back a laugh. “you know we have to touch each other, right?”
“i know,” ricky snaps. his voice goes a little squeaky at the end. “we didn’t talk about this, though. i don’t know what we’re doing.”
gyuvin blinks, baffled. “what’s there to talk about? let’s just fuck and post it online.”
there must be some sort of miscommunication here. gyuvin doesn’t get why ricky is so flustered, burying his heated cheeks into his hands with a muffled groan. “why?” he teases, trying to pry ricky’s fingers from his face, “are you a virgin or something?”
“no,” ricky says, indignantly. he lets gyuvin wrestle his arms away, pinning his hands securely to the mattress beneath them. “you know what, forget it. let’s just fuck, or whatever.”
he still looks unsure, plush bottom lip caught between his teeth. “we don’t need to have sex right away, if you don’t want to,” gyuvin suggests. “it’s our first time doing this together, so we can just make out or something, okay? people probably still want to see that.”
ricky nods, slowly. “okay,” he echoes, and when gyuvin taps a finger under his chin to bring their faces closer again, this time ricky lets him close the distance.
gyuvin has thought about kissing ricky before, on occasion. sometimes it’s a brief idea when he catches sight of his roommate’s plump lips wrapped around a straw, sometimes it lingers in his mind late at night when he’s restless in his sheets with a hand fisted around his cock. he thinks that ricky would be soft and sweet, his kisses sugary and sticky like the strawberry-flavored lollipops often swirled around his tongue, and he wonders what kind of pretty noises ricky would make with his mouth kept too busy for any bratty little remarks.
actually kissing ricky, gyuvin soon discovers, is everything he had imagined and more. their lips meet clumsily at first, the angle not quite right thanks to gyuvin’s overly enthusiastic approach, but then he tilts his head with one hand wrapped around the back of ricky’s neck and something instantly shifts. fingers dig into the width of his shoulders as gyuvin licks and nips at the pair of lips pressed against his, heat melded between their tongues, and when ricky clings to him tighter their weights end up toppling over, gyuvin pinning the smaller boy to the bed with ease.
ricky is surprisingly pliant under gyuvin’s lead, letting the younger boy’s mouth work persistently against his own without more than a breathy mewl that gyuvin eagerly swallows down. he gives his hips an experimental grind, seeking some sort of friction, and receives a satisfying response in the shudder of ricky’s body beneath his. humping against a thigh isn’t the best way to get off but something about it feels too good to stop anyway, and gyuvin can’t bring himself to part from ricky even with the ragged pants that fill the space between their lips after each kiss.
“gyuvin,” ricky whimpers against his mouth, sounding a little ruined already, and at last gyuvin pulls away to give them a much-needed break. his chest heaves with the effort, warmth throbbing between his legs, and he slumps against ricky with a spent sigh.
“was that good?” gyuvin checks, one hand wandering below the hem of ricky’s shirt to squeeze the dip of his waist. a small gasp escapes ricky, squirming when fingers drift across his belly in search of a sensitive area to tickle.
“get off me,” ricky mutters, instead of answering the question. he tries pushing gyuvin away to no avail. “fuck, why are you so heavy?”
it’s more like ricky is just unusually weak when it comes to any physical contest with gyuvin, putty in his hands despite matching his performance in the gym. gyuvin bites down lightly on the lobe of ricky’s ear, teeth catching against metal and provoking another yelp out of the blonde. “tell me,” he demands, “i wanna know.”
ricky flings an arm over his face, embarrassed. “it was—it wasn’t bad, okay? i didn’t hate it.”
gyuvin grins. “you sure?” now he’s just being annoying on purpose. ricky clearly enjoyed the experience, judging by the tent in his sweats that he’s trying to hide with his knees pressed tightly together. a socked foot knocks against gyuvin’s chest, throwing him off balance as ricky whines something about the camera still rolling, and gyuvin finally remembers why they were making out in the first place. he sits up, leaving ricky boneless on the bed as he walks over to the tripod to review the footage they just took. a distinct sound is heard when his finger hits the record button, and both of them freeze at once.
“don’t tell me,” ricky begins, head jerking upward with his eyes narrowed, and gyuvin can only offer a sheepish smile in return. sure enough, a red light winks at him from the display screen, indicating that the camera just started recording. “kim gyuvin!”
gyuvin clears his throat, one hand clasped awkwardly behind his neck. “hey, that was good practice, right?” he tries, and barely manages to dodge the pillow that comes flying at his head. ricky storms past him in a huff, shoulders bumping roughly as he squeezes out the door, and leaves gyuvin standing dumbly in his room with his palms still tingly and lips swollen red.
well. maybe not, then.
since the first attempt was a bust, gyuvin catches ricky the next saturday afternoon and drags him into his room for another shot at filming, claiming that he’s made the proper preparations this time.
those proper preparations, apparently, include an entire original script and cheap roleplay outfits to really sell the act. ricky argues back and forth with gyuvin for the better part of an hour, refusing the frilly heaps of fabric forced into his arms, until they eventually settle on a compromise that leaves the maid dress and lacey thong shoved into the back of gyuvin’s closet somewhere—for what future purpose, ricky has no idea. the blonde does, however, reluctantly accept the cat ears and thigh high stockings that came along with the whole ensemble, even if he feels a little ridiculous wearing them, but gyuvin seems so pleased about convincing ricky that he really doesn’t have the heart to change his mind.
it has nothing to do with the fact that gyuvin is dressed up in a neatly trimmed suit and wire framed glasses, at all. ricky watches gyuvin humming happily to himself as he meddles with the camera again, picking absentmindedly at one of the silk bands hugging around his legs, and wonders why he hasn’t just offered to pay gyuvin’s half of the rent already to save himself all this trouble. the threads of the stockings are already starting to unravel between his fingers by the time gyuvin waves an arm to beckon for ricky’s attention, nudging the tripod to get him in frame.
“the camera’s recording, right?” ricky asks, pointedly, and gyuvin double-checks with a thumbs up as confirmation before joining him on the bed. the freshly ironed material of gyuvin’s dress shirt strains across his shoulders as he adjusts his belt, and ricky lets his eyes flicker down briefly to gyuvin’s fingers wrapped around the leather, then just as quickly flicker back up.
“nice suit,” ricky says, reaching out to wrap a hand around the tie hanging from gyuvin’s neck, “you should wear it to an office.”
gyuvin smirks a little, leaning into it when ricky tugs him forward. “yeah? wanna try some roleplay in the workplace?”
“i’m saying you should get a job,” ricky replies flatly.
he stays still when gyuvin fusses around with the cat ears perched on top of his hair, making sure that they’re sitting perfectly right. “this is my job,” gyuvin says, tucking a stray strand of blonde behind the headband, “and yours, too. have a little more faith in us, will you?”
ricky keeps his mouth shut, only because gyuvin does seem pretty serious about this whole camboy thing, and ricky doesn’t want to burst his bubble just yet. the lack of views they’ll get and the zero digits added to gyuvin’s bank account can do that later, he figures, but for now ricky might as well just entertain his roommate.
and besides, gyuvin is…attractive, or something like that, if ricky can forget the fact that he lives with the guy and has to hear him gaming with his friends on sunday nights. it’s the whole reason why ricky agreed to this in the first place—he wouldn’t say that he has feelings, but he has eyes, at least.
“okay, gyuvin,” ricky says, signaling that he’s ready for their scene to begin, then amends when gyuvin frowns at him, “i mean, shim bin.”
the screen names they had decided on were kim kitty and shim bin, gyuvin insisting that they swap last names to “maintain internet anonymity,” even though ricky pointed out that there was no way anyone was going to bust a nut to some guy named shim bin. gyuvin nods, satisfied, and turns to look directly into the camera.
“so, ri—kim kitty,” he starts, and ricky has to roll his eyes because it sounds like gyuvin’s reading the lines straight off of a flashcard. which he is. ricky’s pretty sure that it’s actually showing in the camera frame. “you come here often?”
gyuvin wiggles his eyebrows at the word “come.” ricky cringes.
“yes,” he says stiffly, “i actually live here. this is my apartment.”
gyuvin gives him the peeved middle-aged mom stink eye and jabs a finger at the flashcard he’s holding off camera, which ricky is supposed to be reading out loud. ricky sighs, then leans in to squint at the messy handwriting scrawled across the paper.
“you’re so big, my tight little hole—the fuck,” ricky snorts, “did you get the cards mixed up?” he reaches across the bed to snatch the wad of notes from gyuvin’s hand and flips through them. “why did you write a whole book for this? this is porn, gyuvin, not your ticket to the grammys.”
“oh, for fuck’s sake,” gyuvin groans, throwing his arms up in exasperation, “people like a little dialogue! we gotta keep things interesting.”
“you wrote an entire plot from how we met in our past lives as star-crossed lovers, got married and had seven kids, then died in a tragic car accident when the brakes failed,” ricky deadpans, scrutinizing each flashcard, “i don’t know if most watchers are gonna stay hard long enough to get through all of that.”
“it’s method acting, ricky. we have to immerse ourselves into the roles. put a little spirit into it, will you?”
“that is not what method acting means,” ricky tells gyuvin, and gyuvin just stares at him for a moment, lips pressed firmly together in a tight line, before something in him clearly gives up. ricky startles as gyuvin lunges across the bed and starts yanking at his shirt. “watch it, that’s designer,” he whines, trying to fend off gyuvin’s grabby hands.
“okay, well, just get naked and jerk it for twenty minutes and then we can call it a day, since that’s what you want so badly,” gyuvin huffs snootily, crossing his arms over his chest, “like this isn’t going to pay your rent.”
“it’s going to pay your rent,” ricky corrects him, patting down the wrinkles in his two hundred dollar t-shirt he had bought earlier this week to make a point, “are we forgetting that i only agreed to do this for your sake?”
his cat ears are lopsided from their scuffle and gyuvin reaches out to fix them again, ricky hissing when the accessory is jammed a little too aggressively around his head. “complain all you want once we’re famous,” gyuvin says, and ricky sighs. he leans over gyuvin to pluck the stack of notecards from his hand, setting them aside.
“forget the script,” ricky says, hooking a finger through the loop of gyuvin’s tie to bring their faces together, “and we can just have sex like normal people, alright?”
normal people who film themselves having sex and post the videos online for everyone to watch, that is, but gyuvin seems to forget the camera as he surges forward to mesh their lips together. he kisses ricky just as eagerly as he did the first time, now familiar with what makes the older boy gasp and shudder in his embrace, and somehow ricky finds himself halfway straddling gyuvin’s thighs while they make out. large palms cup themselves around ricky’s ass, pulling their bodies flush together, and gyuvin lets out a needy little noise as ricky settles fully into his lap.
ricky nearly startles when a hand slips under his shirt, the tips of gyuvin’s fingers brushing over his navel and traveling higher to run along his ribcage. he’s already breathless as gyuvin fondles the light swell of his breasts, chest heaving shallowly under his touch. “is this okay?” gyuvin murmurs against his mouth, too softly for the camera audio to pick up, and ricky can only arch into the warmth of gyuvin’s palm with a broken mewl.
“you’re so sensitive,” gyuvin comments, loudly enough for the camera to hear this time. ricky wants to protest but a mean pinch to one of his nipples renders him stupid, hips stuttering in gyuvin’s lap as gyuvin twists and kneads the bud between his fingers. “it’s cute.”
ricky doesn’t know why his body responds so easily to gyuvin’s ministrations, handled like a puppet dangling from strings as gyuvin plays with his chest, but something about this feels like a fighting game and he doesn’t want to lose. a choked moan escapes gyuvin when ricky grinds his hips down, feeling the shape of gyuvin’s dick fatten where it’s nestled against his ass.
“you’re pretty sensitive yourself,” ricky taunts, and a challenge flares in gyuvin’s gaze. he shoves ricky against the mattress in one swift move like the six-foot-something, broad-shouldered boy weighs nothing, back hitting the sheets with a heavy rebound as gyuvin crawls on top of him. impatient fingers work themselves beneath the waistband of ricky’s shorts, yanking them down along with his underwear, and ricky shivers when his arousal is exposed, pretty cock leaking between his legs.
the look in gyuvin’s eyes as he takes in the sight presented before him can be described as nothing else but hunger. “gorgeous,” gyuvin breathes, and ricky isn’t sure if he’s just saying it for their invisible audience anymore. he blushes at the praise, head rolling back so the camera doesn’t capture his flustered expression.
on the nightstand next to gyuvin’s bed are the items that he had prepared for their filming, a single condom and an almost empty bottle of lube. they reach for the condom at the same time but ricky gets there first, so gyuvin lets him take the little foil packet, settling back against the pillows to get comfortable. “i was going to put it on myself, but okay.”
ricky gives him a funny look as he tears open the packaging, nimble fingers working swiftly around the edges. “what the hell are you talking about? i’m the one using the condom.”
“it’s fine, you can just cum on the sheets,” gyuvin snorts. he grabs for the protection, but it doesn’t budge from ricky’s hold. “seriously, i don’t mind.”
“you’re not making any sense right now,” ricky says, and only when he begins to position himself between the younger boy’s legs does gyuvin realize what’s going on. he sits up straight in a flash, clutching ricky’s wrist tightly in his grasp, and laughs nervously at the confused blink he receives.
“you thought i was going to bottom?”
ricky scoffs, affronted. his arm flexes against gyuvin’s constraint, but remains in place. “yeah? why should you get to top? i’m the one doing you a favor here.”
“i have the bigger dick,” gyuvin says matter-of-factly, as if that determines everything. he snatches the condom away from ricky, the width of the band stretched between his fingers to prove a point. “besides, the condom’s an extra large. it’s not going to fit you.”
it’s funny that ricky thought he would top in the first place, considering he’s been letting gyuvin toss him around like a doll this entire time. even now ricky doesn’t make any objections until gyuvin undresses himself, unbuttoning his shirt and shimmying his slacks down his thighs. ricky’s eyes flash wide open as gyuvin’s cock is released from his boxers, and no wonder gyuvin wanted to get into the porn business.
“oh hell no,” ricky spits, scrambling against the sheets to scoot himself away, “get that thing away from me. you’re not sticking it in.” he knows that a lot of men buy extra large condoms just to show off, but gyuvin isn’t exaggerating about his size, and ricky is actually a little offended that gyuvin expected to fuck him with that weapon he calls a dick. gyuvin laughs, trying to tug ricky closer to him, only to be met with a series of nyang nyang punches to the chest. “fuck off, for real.”
“calm down,” gyuvin says, because he’s not the one about to take a third leg up the ass, “we’ll go slow. i won’t hurt you, i promise.”
there’s a question in his eyes when he smooths his hands over the inside of ricky’s thighs, spreading him apart, and despite all the fuss ricky is still frustratingly turned on and in desperate need of gyuvin to take care of him. he nods, barely perceptible to the camera, and a thumb dragged over the tight pucker of his entrance has him clenching, body going taut with a sharp gasp.
“wait,” ricky blurts out, clinging to the arm between his legs, “i’ll finger myself.”
gyuvin’s fingers so are much thicker and rougher than ricky’s own, more knobby around the knuckles, and ricky is scared that he’ll cum too fast if gyuvin is the one who preps him. the other boy just shrugs, sitting back on his haunches so he isn’t blocking the camera’s view of ricky. it’s embarrassing for sure, fingering himself with the lens directly pointed at his exposed ass and gyuvin’s steady attention burning into the side of his face, but ricky bites down hard on his bottom lip and slips a hand down to rub over his hole.
one finger goes in easily enough, and he stuffs a second and a third digit alongside the first soon after to ease the mounting pressure building inside. the quick movement of his fingers is too hasty and it hurts a bit, stings of pain running along his back, but ricky is so horny by now that he can hardly feel it anymore. he glances away from the camera he’d been smoldering at to see gyuvin still intently watching him, a hand wrapped around his cock as it pumps up and down in languid strokes, and ricky decides that he’s had enough of entertaining himself.
“gyuvin,” ricky implores in a sweet whimper, placing his hands behind his knees to spread them wider, and shim bin be damned, he just wants gyuvin. a generous amount of cold lube drips down his taint and ricky flinches, hips jerking off the mattress, but in the next second they’re held in place so gyuvin can tease the tip of his length against ricky’s waiting entrance.
stars explode in the back of ricky’s skull as soon as gyuvin begins pushing in, because three fingers were definitely not enough to accommodate the thickness of gyuvin’s cock. the lust in ricky quickly turns into anger with each additional inch that presses against his walls, cursing gyuvin for being so stupidly huge. “i hate you,” ricky seethes, blunt nails digging thin red lines down gyuvin’s back, and gyuvin understands ricky just well enough to know that what he really means is i want more. one final thrust sends his cock all the way in, hips slamming against the older boy’s ass, and ricky feels the ache so deeply that it’s making him dizzy. “i hate you, i hate you, i hate you,” he sobs.
“you love my cock, though,” gyuvin points out, and ricky can’t even deny it, the heat of his insides hugging perfectly around the length that fills him up so well. gyuvin is big enough that he doesn’t have to search for ricky’s prostate, already forced against the sensitive bundle of nerves no matter how he moves, and ricky has never been so overwhelmed in his life. “look at you, taking me like a good boy.”
ricky should cringe at the stereotypical porn dialogue but instead all the air is punched out of his chest as gyuvin heaves his body upward, grabbing his chin and twisting it around to show off his ruined expression to the camera. he must look like a mess—eyes glossy from unshed tears, hair clumping in sweaty strands over his forehead, lips puffy and slick with his own drool. his cat ears are crooked and gyuvin doesn’t bother trying to fix them anymore, solely focused on rutting into the warm sleeve around his dick.
“i’m not going to last long,” gyuvin admits with a shaky grunt, and ricky would make fun of him for being a minute man if he wasn’t about to pass out from the constant assault of pleasure wracking his body. the younger boy’s hips still for a couple of seconds, grinding in messy circles instead of slamming his cock in and out, and even through the condom ricky can feel gyuvin throbbing against the depths of his lower stomach when he cums with a low whine.
ricky’s orgasm hits immediately after with gyuvin’s hand wrapped around his dick, spilling all over his own abdomen as he trembles throughout the release. not a moment after the last wave of arousal ebbs from his body does the soreness sink into his muscles, and ricky falls limp against the bed with a weak moan.
“kim gyuvin,” he mutters, because those are the only syllables his tongue can form right now, and ricky winces when gyuvin pulls out, careful not to jostle him too much. gyuvin slips off the mattress, footsteps padding around the room before he returns with wet wipes to gently clean the mess of slick on ricky’s stomach. almost as an afterthought, he gets up again, and turns off the camera.
later that night, gyuvin visits ricky in his room. in one hand is the fresh cream bun he had asked for, in the other hand is a strawberry milkshake that he didn’t ask for, and on gyuvin’s face is a big, fat smile that could only have meant he won the lottery or something.
“i posted our first video,” gyuvin tells ricky proudly, holding out the bread to feed him a bite, “just wait until we’re internet celebrities.”
that gives ricky pause. it’s only been a couple of hours since they finished filming, and gyuvin spent most of that time outside buying the dinner that ricky had requested. “already? did you even edit the video?”
“no need for photoshop, baby,” gyuvin says, throwing him a cheesy wink, “you’re perfect just the way you are.”
ricky lets his forehead drop into his hands, fingers massaging against his temples. “no—not fucking photoshop, gyuvin,” he groans, “i meant the footage. did you cut out all the takes we messed up?” gyuvin stares, blankly. ricky can feel all the blood rushing to his head. “oh my god,” he demands, throwing out an arm to whack gyuvin blindly in the chest, “delete the video!”
gyuvin fumbles for his phone, swiping clumsily through the apps to log into whatever cursed porn site where he was uploading their content. he taps around a few times, then falls silent. “hey,” gyuvin says, and when ricky looks up, his roommate is grinning. he holds up his phone, showing ricky the little numbers on the screen.
“we just got our first subscriber.”
the video they filmed remains online, and it seems to go viral overnight with tens of thousands of clicks, sending subscribers flocking to their account. their comment section ranges from horny to amused to just downright obscene, but the overall response is unmistakably clear: viewers want more.
within the next week, ricky receives three transactions to his bank account. the first one is his own cut of the subscriber money, the second one is gyuvin’s half of the rent, and the third one is just ten thousand won with a note that says something stupid like treat yourself, babygirl.
wordlessly, ricky accepts all three of them.
“user fatpussy163,” gyuvin reads out loud, “says that you have pretty lips.”
ricky makes a noncommittal noise, still half-asleep at the kitchen counter and trying not to face plant into his bowl of cereal. it’s seven in the morning, not even fully light outside, and gyuvin is reading the comments on their porn like it’s the daily newspaper. “they wanna see you give me a blowjob,” gyuvin continues, and ricky gives up on trying to scoop the soggy wheat flakes from the bottom of his milk. they’ve all practically disintegrated by now, anyway.
“lemme see,” ricky mumbles, arm outstretched, and gyuvin hands over his phone. he squints at the rows of posts, trying to find the one that gyuvin had been reading. “there’s no comment like that. you just want me to suck you off.”
“tons of our fans are saying it,” gyuvin insists, snatching his phone back. “who are we to deny the people what they want?”
and so ricky comes home from six long hours of classes to that damn tripod sitting in their living room, gyuvin already waiting nicely for him on the couch. “change of scenery,” he explains, like their viewers would even care, “gotta keep things fresh.”
gyuvin is lucky that he’s hot, and also sweet and caring and funny sometimes, or ricky would have taken the camera and shoved it up his ass by now. still, upcoming exams have been causing him stress recently, and the prospect of fucking out some of that tension doesn’t seem all that bad—at least, that’s what ricky blames for how easily he lets gyuvin convince him into everything. ricky positions himself in front of gyuvin, kneeling obediently at his feet, and watches as the younger boy strokes himself to full hardness.
“open up,” gyuvin murmurs, guiding his cock to hover inches away from ricky’s face. ricky nearly goes cross-eyed staring at the dick in front of him, then glances back up at the rest of the man it belongs to, and the gaze that meets him is steady and commanding, half-lidded in arousal. ricky swallows and shifts a little, knees knocking against each other with the movement.
okay. so maybe gyuvin can be good at… sex, or whatever it is they’re doing right now. ricky hesitates for just a moment before he lets his lips part open, pink tongue peeking out of the crevice of his mouth, waiting for a taste. gyuvin taps the head of his cock against ricky’s plush bottom lip, but he isn’t satisfied with the pathetic show that ricky is putting on.
“wider,” gyuvin says, voice sharper this time, and ricky flushes, remembering all the times that his friend has made fun of him for his tiny mouth and even tinier bites. he stretches his jaw open further, as much as he can manage, already wincing at the cramp settling in.
drool is starting to pool under ricky’s tongue and it’ll drip down his chin if he doesn’t have half the brain to swallow, an embarrassing display of poorly concealed anticipation, and he burns when gyuvin makes a noise of appreciation. ricky allows it when gyuvin pushes his head down, holding him firmly in place by the neck. his lips are nearly, finally wrapped around the length teased before him, when—
“here comes the airplane,” gyuvin sing-songs, as if suddenly possessed by some inane spirit, obnoxiously wiggling his dick in front of ricky’s face in a spoon feeding motion. just like that the mood is instantly ruined, the heat building up within ricky’s core completely dissipating. he recoils with a disgusted scrunch of his nose and glares up at gyuvin only to receive a vacant stare in return.
“what?”
“i’m going to bite your dick off,” ricky tells gyuvin, and gyuvin yelps in terror when he actually tries, hurriedly prying the blonde’s head away from his crotch and wincing at the imprint of teeth along his shaft. one hand fists into ricky’s hair and wrenches his neck backward, forcing him to look gyuvin in the eye.
“hey,” gyuvin scolds sternly, all of a sudden serious again, “behave.” he gives ricky a little warning shake, handling him like a naughty kitten throttled by the scruff, and when his hips press forward again the tip of his cock meets no resistance in the soft, wet cushion of ricky’s mouth. spit gathers between his lips, easing the slide as gyuvin gives a couple shallow thrusts to test his gag reflex, and almost immediately hits a barrier when ricky seizes around his dick with a muffled choke.
“that’s all you can take?” gyuvin asks, his tone filled with mock disappointment, and ricky desperately wants to prove him wrong. he pulls off with a small hiccup, wrapping his fingers around the base of gyuvin’s cock where his mouth can’t reach, and swallows down the length with another determined bob of his head.
tears gather in ricky’s eyelashes at the intrusion pushing down his throat, neck bulging with the effort, but the hand petting through his hair makes the dull ache a little more bearable. “better,” gyuvin praises lowly, and an experimental roll of his hips has ricky heaving for air. he squeezes his eyes shut and wills himself to take it when gyuvin’s cock bullies its way in and out of his mouth, slowly beginning to loosen with each drag against his tongue. ricky is so hard now that it hurts, and he moans unabashedly when gyuvin’s heel presses between his legs, offering some pitiful relief to his clothed erection.
“move for me, baby,” gyuvin instructs him, grinding his foot down to make ricky writhe at the stimulation, “come on.”
ricky ruts back and forth, focus shifting between the cock stuffed down his throat and the heady pressure against his own dick. he doesn’t have much experience giving head but he must be doing something right with his tongue, judging by the way gyuvin groans and twitches in his mouth. a warning tap to the hollow of his cheek signals that gyuvin is close, and ricky only sucks harder to bring him over the edge, jaw straining to fit around his cock.
“fuck,” gyuvin gasps, grabbing ricky by the back of the head to pull him off, but ricky keeps his lips stubbornly wrapped around gyuvin’s dick and just barely manages not to gag when cum spills down his throat. he lets up when the last bits of gyuvin’s release has been milked onto his tongue, sitting back on his thighs with a contented smirk, and wipes off the excess drool from his face.
gyuvin shoves his palm underneath ricky’s chin. “spit,” he orders, but ricky is already swallowing down his mouthful of cum, cringing slightly at the less than pleasant taste. his legs are practically numb when he pushes himself off the ground, ignoring the pins and needles pricking at his skin as he crawls into gyuvin’s lap, and brings their lips together in a sticky kiss. he snickers when gyuvin grimaces at the salty tang of his own cum, tongue smacking against his lips in disgust.
“that’s what you get,” ricky says, grabbing gyuvin by the wrist and persistently tugging the younger boy’s hand between his legs, “for cumming in my mouth.”
gyuvin gets the hint, fingers sliding beneath ricky’s waistband to wrap around his cock. “no one told you to swallow, baby,” he says, slowly jerking ricky off with no sense of haste behind his movements, “you’re the one who wanted a taste.”
ricky just whines instead of denying it, hips rocking into gyuvin’s loose, calloused fist. “slut,” gyuvin adds after a second, leering at ricky with a boyish grin, and ricky bites down hard on the ridge of his shoulder in retaliation. he makes an awful noise when gyuvin’s hand squeezes around his cock, tight and punishing. “watch it,” gyuvin growls, and digs his thumb into the slit where precum is dribbling from the swollen head.
it’s enough to make the knot in ricky’s stomach explode, heat pulsing throughout his body in steady waves. “cumming—i’m cumming,” he sobs, entirely at the mercy of gyuvin’s hand working over his cock, and the wet sounds of skin and slick only become more lewd as ricky finishes all over his fingers. he slumps against gyuvin, exhausted, but gyuvin keeps fondling his spent dick, thumbing over the sensitive tip just to make ricky cry and squirm in his lap. “stop it,” he begs, voice raspy and sore, and gyuvin finally pulls his arm away.
ricky barely has the strength to shriek when gyuvin brings his hand to his face, tongue darting out to lick away a stripe of ricky’s cum still smeared between his fingers. “you’re so gross,” he mutters, hiding his reddened face against gyuvin’s chest, and his roommate just laughs, wiping his sticky hand off on ricky’s shirt and receiving a punch to the shoulder in return.
“your cum is sweeter,” gyuvin tells him, “must be all those sugary drinks you always have. you drink way too much sugar, by the way.”
“i’m cutting back,” ricky mumbles, salt on his tongue from the sweat trailing down gyuvin’s skin, “only two drinks per meal.”
“that’s still too much.”
“you know all the money i’m earning from this is going straight to fueling my sugar addiction, right?” ricky says, and gyuvin just blinks at him, head cocked to one side.
“earning from what?”
“this,” ricky says, making a vague gesture toward their naked bodies, and gyuvin’s brow wrinkles. he wraps his arms around ricky, dragging them both to flop sideways onto the couch, and the blonde squeaks when his nose nearly smashes right into gyuvin’s lips. “wait,” he realizes, “the camera’s still on.”
“don’t care,” gyuvin mumbles, tucking his face into ricky’s neck, “i’m tired. you sucked my soul out through my dick.”
“flattering,” ricky snorts. he lets a hand play absentmindedly with gyuvin’s messy brown strands, brushing them back with his fingers. “hey, don’t fall asleep on me.”
despite his words, ricky’s eyelids are drooping as well, and when gyuvin uploads the video there’s an extra two hours of footage of them napping on the couch, cuddled up against each other in their sleep. surprisingly, it’s the end of the video that viewers seem to like the most—ninety percent of their comments are fawning over the adorable scene, while the remaining ten percent are just unhinged, as usual.
“i wish kim kitty would bite off my dick,” gyuvin reads from his phone, “kim kitty, what do you think about that?”
“go away,” ricky yells, yanking the shower curtain shut where gyuvin’s face has poked through to invade his personal space. the hot water pouring over his head isn’t enough to drown out the sound of gyuvin making a fuss outside the bathtub, demanding to know his response, and ricky briefly contemplates buying a nice little studio apartment for himself, far away from this guy. he ends up flinging open the curtain again to grab gyuvin’s arm and wrench it inside the shower, receiving some satisfaction in the startled scream gyuvin lets out.
“the only dick i’m biting off,” ricky hisses, still clutching gyuvin’s soaked arm in his grip, “belongs to shim bin.”
gyuvin makes a pleased noise, as if that’s anything to be happy about. “you’re free again next saturday, right?” he asks, water dripping off his sleeve and beginning to form a small puddle on the bathroom tile, “our subscribers want to see us live stream.”
he’s not even trying to be subtle about the fact that he’s staring at ricky’s ass through the shower steam. ricky ignores him, turning around to massage shampoo into his scalp. “maybe, maybe not,” he lies, like he won’t clear off his whole schedule for gyuvin’s dumb little plans.
gyuvin sees right through him anyway. “so you’re free,” he confirms, holding up three fingers in an ok sign, “perfect.”
the scheduled time for their live stream comes around, and that’s when it becomes painfully obvious that gyuvin and ricky have absolutely no idea what they’re doing.
“i know what i’m doing,” gyuvin insists, attaching the webcam he’d just bought to his computer. “we’ve been in this porn business for what, three weeks now? we’re basically professionals, ricky.”
“you’ve lost it,” ricky mutters under his breath. he seems anxious about streaming in front of a live audience, subconsciously picking at the back of his wrist, and gyuvin grabs his hand to let the red marks scratched into his skin fade away. their fingers remain clasped together as he finishes adjusting the webcam, sitting back to observe their own faces on the screen. “i wouldn’t call arguing with your own subscribers in the comments section professional.”
gyuvin chooses not to respond to that, because fuck user juicyhole41 and their stupid opinions on the state of the economy. “hey,” he says instead, squeezing ricky’s hand to get his attention, “we look sexy together.”
rounded doe eyes stare into the screen. sharp feline eyes stare back. gyuvin pulls a dumb face just to make ricky giggle, loosening some of the tension from his shoulders as they shake up and down. “we do,” ricky admits, their contrasting features the perfect complement to each other. he shifts back and forth on his knees, trying to get comfortable on the mattress, and flinches when gyuvin’s hand drifts over his thigh.
“feeling okay?” gyuvin checks, and he’s not just referring to the seconds ticking down to when their live stream begins. ricky scowls at the display of innocence gyuvin puts on, head cocked to one side in mock concern, but he bites his lip and nods.
“yeah.”
“good,” gyuvin says, and reaches for the little remote hidden in his pocket. the moment his thumb presses down, ricky gasps and jolts forward, fingers curling into the sheets. a faint buzzing fills the room, not particularly noticeable but just loud enough for gyuvin to hear if he listens for it. he flicks his thumb again to the second setting out of curiosity for how ricky will react, and watches in amusement as his roommate doubles over at the unexpected stimulation.
“you said just the first setting,” ricky accuses him through clenched teeth, sounding betrayed. the buzzing is definitely more intense now, probably loud enough for the webcam to pick up, and gyuvin quickly switches the vibrator back to the lowest level. “fucking liar.”
“whoops, sorry,” gyuvin says, not sorry at all. ricky glares, a very nonthreatening fist pulled back in a weak attempt at intimidation, but the timer counts down in three, two, one…
the screen of gyuvin’s computer blinks, indicating that their live stream has started. “hey guys,” gyuvin greets their audience with a casual wave of his hand. ricky is still busy adjusting to the toy in his ass, so the younger boy takes over speaking for the both of them. “it’s shim bin and kim kitty, on live for the first time.”
right away, a flood of comments begin pouring in. gyuvin scans his eyes over the various remarks, gathering a general idea of what viewers are saying, and lets out a huff of laughter in response. “nah, we’re not doing anything crazy today. just chatting a bit, getting to know our subscribers. although,” he adds with a sly grin, holding up the remote in his fingers and waving it in front of the camera, “kim kitty might have a surprise he wants to show everyone later.”
ricky lifts up the bottom of his hoodie, allowing a tiny peek to show that he isn’t wearing anything underneath. the comments explode again, demanding to see more, but gyuvin waggles a finger at the screen. “not yet,” he scolds their audience, “what happened to hello, how are you? no one wants to know how our day is going?”
“shim bin woke me up at six in the morning to go work out with him,” ricky mutters, leaning forward to read through some of the comments himself, “if anyone’s wondering how my day’s going.”
“you asked me to open a can for you yesterday. you needed that gym trip.”
“that has nothing to do with strength,” ricky argues, “our can opener is just broken.”
“oh, but suddenly it isn’t broken when i’m the one using it.”
“i wanna see shim bin take off his shirt,” ricky says loudly, instead of continuing the argument. he hooks a finger into the neckline of gyuvin’s top, pulling it aside to reveal his collarbones and a sliver of his chest, letting the audience ogle at his exposed skin. gyuvin smirks, fingers already wrapped around the hem of his shirt to undress himself.
“of course you do,” he says.
“that was a comment, dumbass,” ricky shoots back, but his eyes remain fixed on the screen as gyuvin tugs his shirt over his head in one smooth, unhurried motion, making a show out of flaunting his lean physique and nicely defined muscles. he wriggles from side to side like a dog rolled over onto its stomach when ricky feels up his abs, fingers running over his midsection with an appreciative hum. “not bad.”
gyuvin makes an offended noise at that, grabbing ricky’s wrist to drag it over the solid planes of his chest. “not bad? you know i look great.”
“cocky, much?”
“hard not to be when you stare at me like that.”
their bickering is interrupted with a small ping, indicating that they’ve received their first tip from a viewer. gyuvin cranes his head to see the accompanying request, thanking user bigballs02 for their donation. “kim kitty, sit on shim bin’s lap,” he reads, and ricky obediently climbs into his embrace, shyly tucking his face into gyuvin’s neck with his back facing the cam.
more tips begin to trickle in, viewers eager to see gyuvin and ricky fulfill their demands. gyuvin lets his hands wander up the front of ricky’s hoodie, settling around the slender dip of his waist and giving it a firm squeeze. “the vibrator?” he repeats from a question in the chat, “it’s only at the lowest setting right now. but our kim kitty can handle more than that, right?”
gyuvin lifts ricky in his lap, fingers digging into the flesh of his ass and pulling his cheeks apart to tease the sight of the vibrator nestled into his hole, just for a second before it’s hidden from view again. the comments go crazy, promptly flowing with more donations and plenty of subscribers begging for gyuvin to raise the vibration level. one hand plays with the base of the toy as he pretends to mull over the requests, thrusting it back and forth in short, torturous motions, and the side of his neck is soaked in drool as ricky whimpers and pants into his skin.
“you can take it, baby,” gyuvin murmurs lowly into his ear, and ricky just nods. his hips twitch when gyuvin flicks the remote up one notch, buzzing increasing in intensity with the new setting, and gyuvin can see the damp spot on ricky’s hoodie where his leaking cock is rubbing against the inside of the fabric. he shuffles down the waistband of his shorts to let his own cock slip free, gripping it in one hand while the other yanks up the hem of ricky’s top, and both of them moan when gyuvin ruts forward to slide their lengths against one another.
his fingers are long enough to fit around both of their dicks, and gyuvin shifts to one side so the camera can see. “kim kitty’s cock is so cute,” he coos, pointing out the obvious size difference, “he’s so cute everywhere, isn’t he?”
only gyuvin can see the way ricky flushes at the compliment, but the chat box fills with agreement anyway. ricky is close now, already on edge from the vibrator, and he’s dripping all over himself and gyuvin with each thrust of their cocks rubbing together. it makes the glide of skin against skin smooth, slick with precum as ricky fucks himself against gyuvin’s hand in sloppy movements, and he lets out a feverish mewl in chasing his release.
“gonna cum already?” gyuvin tuts his tongue, fingers constricting around their cocks, and ricky is forced to halt his grinding with a sad little noise of dismay. “i don’t recall you asking for permission, kitty.”
“i wanna cum, please,” ricky whimpers, wide, glassy eyes directed toward gyuvin. gyuvin grabs him by the chin and twists his face toward the camera, showing off his teary expression for viewers to decide whether or not he deserves it. the reactions are mixed—some comments want him to cum, others want him to be edged for a little longer—but gyuvin can’t resist the pleading look ricky gives him.
“can you go for a second round?” he asks, stroking his thumb over the head of ricky’s dick, and the older boy eagerly bobs his head up and down, desperate for whatever will grant him his orgasm right away. “if i let you cum now, then you have to cum untouched on my cock.”
“i can do it,” ricky insists, and gyuvin holds him in place for the camera to see when the blonde falls apart, waves of pleasure wracking his body as he spills sticky white between their bodies. the look on his face is truly a work of art, eyes rolling back through his fluttering lashes and lips slack with bliss, and gyuvin is briefly consumed with jealousy at the thought of having to share the image with their viewers.
he’s the only one who can touch ricky to make him feel like this, though, and gyuvin reminds their audience with a kiss pressed to the center of ricky’s chest, still heaving from his orgasm. “good boy,” he whispers, echoing many of the comments praising ricky.
the vibrator is still on, quickly working ricky into oversensitivity with a pained shudder, and gyuvin switches the power off before easing it out of his gaping hole. he tries messing around with ricky a bit, wiggling the toy back and forth to make him squeal, and receives a harsh pinch to the nipple for his antics.
“cut that out,” ricky snaps, and it’s funny how quickly he reverts back into being a brat when he’s no longer fucked into submission with something filling that needy hole of his. gyuvin sets the vibrator aside on the sheets only to replace it with his own fingers, driving three of them in deep straight away to test how well ricky was prepared, and ricky is immediately right where gyuvin wants him to be again. “ahh—gyu— ”
“you guys wouldn’t believe how tight he feels around my fingers,” gyuvin says, spreading ricky apart to show the audience how pink he is inside, “feels even tighter around my cock. i could finger him for hours and he’d still be too tiny to take it without crying like a bitch the whole time.”
“not true!” ricky protests, a small hiccup catching in his voice when gyuvin scissors his fingers wide open, “you—ngh—you talk too much shit for someone who cums the second he sticks it in.”
“and you’re awfully chatty for someone who can’t string together a proper sentence when he’s stuffed full of dick,” gyuvin counters.
his back hits the mattress with a heavy thump, a pettish shove to the chest knocking him down. “you’re the one who needs to shut up,” ricky says, crawling on top of gyuvin. he peers back at the screen as he steadies gyuvin’s cock against his ass with one hand, then glowers down at him with the same piercing gaze. gyuvin swallows, suddenly feeling very hot.
“are you going to ride me?” he realizes, fingers settling around ricky’s hips to help maneuver him into position. ricky just huffs in response, leaning across the younger boy to grab the bottle of lube sitting on his pillow, and gyuvin is practically vibrating with excitement. “yippee,” he says, and ricky pauses at that, mouth curling in disgust.
“did you just—” his arm abruptly changes directions, stretching back to reach for the computer instead. “alright, cut the cameras.”
ricky gets yanked forward by the waist before he can move away, nearly thrown off balance as gyuvin jostles him roughly in his lap, and all the wind is knocked from his chest when the head of gyuvin’s dick presses against his rim. “lube,” ricky chokes out, the friction too much for him to bear. he stays still without being asked, quivering in place while gyuvin slicks up the length of his cock, but seconds pass and no pressure meets his waiting entrance.
impatient, ricky wiggles his hips. a loud slap to the side of the ass has him clawing at gyuvin’s shoulders, frantically grounding himself with a thin moan. “i thought you wanted to ride me,” gyuvin says, something mean biting into his words as he raises an eyebrow, unmoved by ricky’s pillow princess mannerisms, “so ride me.”
ricky looks caught, betrayed by the consequences of his own actions. he lowers his hips, gingerly, and tries to align gyuvin’s cock with his hole, but it slips from his grasp and rubs between his cheeks instead. on his second try, ricky manages to fit the tip past his rim, but even with the advantage of gravity the rest still won’t slide in.
“fuck me, please,” he whimpers, begging for assistance. the unimpressed scoff he receives from gyuvin makes ricky feel pathetic, ears burning in shame at his own helplessness, but he finally finds relief in gyuvin’s hands clutching around his ass. any chance of going slow and gentle is thrown out the window when gyuvin slams his hips upward, bottoming out in one strong thrust, and ricky swears he can feel it all the way up to his throat.
the chat from their live stream is pinging nonstop by now, viewers sending a constant surge of comments, but gyuvin can hardly bring himself to care with ricky’s velvety heat hugging around his cock. he’s so aroused that it hurts and being buried inside of ricky only makes the ache in his stomach coil tighter, each tiny shift against his walls so much more intense than the last time when they used a condom. it was actually ricky’s idea to get tested and have sex without protection, embarrassedly mumbling something about how viewers would probably want to see him get creampied, and gyuvin didn’t need any convincing to play along with his little fantasy.
“fuck,” he gasps, bouncing ricky up and down in his lap, “you feel amazing.” judging by the way ricky clenches around his cock, he clearly likes being fucked without a condom as well. moan after moan squeezes past his lips with each thrust of gyuvin’s length against his walls, and if ricky didn’t think that they were professional pornstars before, then he definitely sounds like one now.
“慢, 慢一点,” it takes gyuvin a second to register that ricky is babbling in chinese, as if gyuvin’s dick has scrambled all the inner workings of his brain before he remembers to use korean, “slow down!”
“like this?” gyuvin can’t help being a tease, abruptly switching from pounding roughly into ricky to grinding his hips in deep, smooth circles. ricky squirms on his cock, trying to adjust to a whole new set of nerves being discovered by the change in rhythm. “was that what you wanted, baby?”
“you’re so fucking annoying,” ricky hisses, and gyuvin stills the motion of his hips entirely, causing ricky to wail in frustration. “why’d you stop?” he whines, restlessly rocking back and forth in search of hitting his sweet spot, “hurry up and keep fucking me.”
“fuck yourself,” gyuvin tells him, no longer in the mood to keep entertaining ricky’s fussy demands. “or can you not cum without making me do all the work?”
ricky glares. he reaches for his cock, fingers longing to close around the aching length, but gyuvin slaps his hand away. “untouched,” he reminds ricky.
the expression that greets gyuvin is straight out of his dirtiest sex fantasies, all wide and glassy-eyed and trembling at the edges. ricky is visibly annoyed and that makes his movements clumsy and messy, unable to find a good angle or pace when he tries to ride gyuvin with shaking thighs that can barely hold up his own weight. a couple more unsatisfying thrusts and tears come tumbling down ricky’s cheeks, a sob ripping through his whole body as he throws his arms around gyuvin and clings to him for support.
“you need me,” gyuvin points out the obvious. ricky only sniffles wetly into his neck, refusing to admit it, but he can’t hold back a high-pitched moan when gyuvin rams his cock forward, right where it makes ricky lose his fucking mind. “you should be more honest with yourself, you know.”
“d-die,” ricky tries to form the word on his tongue, but then gyuvin forces his hips down at the same time that he ruts upward, and it’s all over for ricky. the very last bit of his reserve snaps and he’s cumming, squirting all over gyuvin’s chest with an orgasm so intense that he thinks he loses consciousness for a moment. as the black fades from the edges of his vision, ricky is vaguely aware of the warmth flooding inside his stomach and gyuvin’s moaning in his ear, along with the fingers intertwined between his own.
only once the room has subsided into nothing but heavy breathing and dull creaks of the bedframe does either of them realize that the live stream has gone quiet. “ah,” gyuvin says sheepishly, lifting his face from ricky’s shoulder, “our webcam fell.”
ricky would hit him if he had the strength, but all of his limbs have turned into jelly, so instead he just lets out an exasperated groan and resolves to give his roommate a good throttling later. “my bad, guys,” gyuvin says to the audience, and ricky flinches even when the younger boy lifts him as carefully as possible, softening cock dragging against his sensitive walls. he goes limp against the mattress as soon as gyuvin is no longer supporting his weight, slick leaking from his puffy hole and smearing between his thighs in a sticky mess.
gyuvin leans over to adjust the cam, angling it toward ricky’s ass. “look at how well i fucked our kitty,” he says, using his thumbs to spread ricky apart and show off his ruined hole to their viewers, gaping and filled with cum. “don’t worry, i’ll take extra good care of him tonight.”
it takes gyuvin several awkward seconds to turn off the live stream, nose stuck right into the lens as he fumbles around with the settings until the screen goes blank. then he flops back into bed, nearly crushing ricky underneath his weight. “that was good, right?” gyuvin grins, invisible tail wagging as he cuddles the smaller boy, practically smothering him against the sheets, “we were super hot on camera.”
“i think my ass is broken, gyuvin,” ricky says, “i’m not kidding.”
“okay, miss drama queen.” gyuvin caresses the side of his face, poking ricky’s cheek where it smushes against the mattress. “will a fried chicken delivery and sweet home marathon fix it?”
ricky only mumbles something incoherent in response, which means yes. he lets gyuvin carry him to the bathroom, slumping against him in the shower so the sweat and cum and other nasty bodily fluids can be gently cleansed from his skin. as they settle onto the couch, ricky’s current favorite show playing on gyuvin’s laptop and a spread of freshly ordered fried chicken laid out on the table, gyuvin can tell that something is bothering ricky, but he doesn’t pry and waits for the other boy to speak first.
that moment comes during a commercial break, when hesitant fingers brush against his arm. gyuvin glances up to see ricky staring at him with a conflicted gaze, and peers back at him with expectant eyes. “gyuvin,” ricky says quietly, his voice nearly drowned out by the chattering of an advertisement, “i don’t think we should do this anymore.”
gyuvin bends over to lower the volume. “do what?”
“the whole porn thing,” ricky says, “i don’t want to keep filming.”
a slight lull drags between his words, each of the syllables sticking to his tongue. ricky looks nervous, as if worried that gyuvin will be upset at him, but to his complete surprise gyuvin is nodding in agreement.
“yeah, i was going to ask if you wanted to stop too,” gyuvin says. he watches the look on ricky’s face flicker between a few different emotions as he processes the information, eventually landing somewhere between confusion and relief. there’s a bit of yangnyeom sauce staining his bottom lip, from when ricky insisted that he wanted to try a bite of gyuvin’s spicy chicken and then complained that it was too hot, and gyuvin reaches over to wipe it off with his thumb.
“but i thought you wanted this,” ricky says, scrunching his nose when gyuvin licks his thumb clean instead of using a napkin, “are you…finding someone to replace me?”
it’s cute how indifferent ricky tries to appear, the casual tone of his question given away by how he stares at gyuvin for an answer. gyuvin laughs, shaking his head. “i mean, it was fun when we were just messing around with the camera,” he explains, “but doing the live stream and seeing everyone comment in real time…it made me realize that i kind of hated it. like, who even are those people, you know? there could be some gross old bald guy jerking off to us. even worse, he could be wearing socks and sandals.”
“i don’t think being bald or wearing sandals are the worst types of people out there,” ricky starts, but gyuvin keeps rambling on.
“besides,” he admits, “i don’t like sharing you with an audience.”
gyuvin stares straight ahead at his laptop, suddenly engrossed with a commercial for some fancy new brand of kitchen sponge. from the corner of his eye, he can see ricky’s mouth parting open, a sweet little ‘o’ formed in the pucker of his lips. “does that mean—”
the advertisement ends, and the drama comes back on. “hey, it’s song kang,” gyuvin interrupts, excitedly slapping ricky’s forearm, “holy shit, is he naked?”
ricky shoots him a funny look but leans forward, squinting to get a closer view. “what about your rent?” he asks once the scene with song kang has passed, settling back against the couch cushions. gyuvin slips his arm around ricky’s shoulder, tugging the blonde to rest flush against his chest, and the line of his mouth flattens in a barely repressed smile.
“nah, don’t even worry about it. my parents are freakin’ loaded,” he says.
ricky blinks. he always reacts a little slowly, which gyuvin thinks is a fault of the entire world around him moving too fast, but then the realization hits. “you tricked me,” he yells, and gyuvin just cackles, fending off the fluffy kitten punches that come flying at his face. “i thought you were broke! i offered up my ass to keep you off the streets!"
“i never said anything about my family,” gyuvin points out, “and you enjoyed it, no?”
he catches one of ricky’s wrists and brings it to his mouth, biting down hard on the pinky finger. ricky yelps, snatching his hand away, and is distracted enough by the indents of teeth in his skin to stop fighting. “what are you, a dog?”
gyuvin ignores the comment, closing his hand around ricky’s fingers to make him stop inspecting the mark. “also,” he says, “i think our subscribers really liked us, but you have to admit that we were kind of bad at being pornstars.”
ricky snorts. it starts out small at first, shoulders shaking up and down a couple times, but then he’s cracking up so hard that he’s keeling over from the effort, and gyuvin has no choice but to laugh along with his squeaky giggles. “gyuvin,” ricky wheezes between gasps for air, “we were really, really bad at being pornstars.”
gyuvin grins, entranced by the peek of gums whenever ricky laughs and feeling a little dopey around the edges. “let’s just not film it the next time we fuck,” ricky says, finally starting to calm down from his outburst, and taps his finger on gyuvin’s keyboard to turn the volume back up.
“next time?” gyuvin pounces on the suggestion of something more. ricky rolls his eyes, but gyuvin doesn’t miss the pink dusting his cheeks.
“or whatever,” ricky says, nudging gyuvin to hush him when the characters onscreen are talking, “don’t get your hopes too high.”
the next video gyuvin uploads onto their account is a few months later, and it’s a little different from the rest of their content: Hi Guys! Sorry We Quit Porn. Here is a Couple’s Vlog You Can Still Jack Off To, Though, Where I Take My Boyfriend Out On Our First Date [NOT CLICKBAIT!!!]