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“Is this your first time on camera,” Mahito asks as if he didn’t scout Junpei from the videos he’d been making on his cellphone and uploading to different websites for the past few months. He pitches his voice just loudly enough that he can be heard from the cameras and microphones set up around the love hotel room they’re shooting in. “You look nervous, Junpei.”
Junpei nods. “I am,” he says, voice quiet as his fingers fist in the front of his t-shirt. “I-it’s my first time really doing something like this.”
This is filming with another person. It’s being in a hotel room with a man he barely knows, about to shoot his first real AV. And being so close to the incredibly handsome Mahito – who, with his body covered in tattoos that make him look like he’s held together by lines of stitches, should look scary, but merely makes Junpei ache to see more of him in person – is not helping.
Of course Junpei is nervous.
Mahito smiles down at Junpei, mismatched eyes curved up into crescents.
“Don’t worry,” he says in that surprisingly light voice. “I’ll take good care of you.” Mahito grips Junpei by the shoulders and then turns him around so that he’s facing the biggest camera in the room. “Now, let’s get started.”
“I-I’m Junpei,” he tells the camera as he sits in Mahito’s lap on the center of the bed. “I’m eighteen and I’ve been doing videos since my birthday.” He glances up at what he can see of Mahito – the sharp jut of his jaw, the smile on his face. “I-is that good?”
Mahito hums. “What kind of videos, Junpei?”
Heat burns in Junpei’s cheeks. “D-do I have to say it?”
“Of course you do,” Mahito says with a nod. “Don’t you want everyone to be able to see all of your charms?” He strokes one big cool hand down the side of Junpei’s body before sliding it between his legs to cup at the damp heat of his groin. He doesn’t grope Junpei beyond that, doesn’t try to touch him underneath his sweatpants, but Junpei’s startled gasp rings out loudly.
“So let’s try this again, Junpei: what kinds of videos did you make before I found you?”
Junpei licks his lips. “I-I made solo videos,” he confesses, voice already shaking from the hunger boiling in his belly. “I’d – I’d put things in m-my – ” He cuts himself off briefly and then tries to continue, stuttering from the force of his embarrassment. “In my-my pussy o-or my a-ass an-and then f-fuck myself until I came.”
Mahito’s dick twitches against Junpei’s ass. “What kinds of things,” he asks. “Fingers, toys, other things?”
“I used my fingers, mostly,” Junpei says, face burning with embarrassment. “I couldn’t afford toys.” That’ll change after this video, Junpei hopes. He’s getting paid a decent amount for this shoot – 60,000¥ – and that’s way more than what he makes a week at his part-time job at a konbini down the street from his apartment. “I-I also used uh… things around the house.”
Mahito’s fingers slide down to bracket both sides of Junpei’s clit, rubbing gently at him as if in reward. “What things, Junpei?”
Choking on a moan, Junpei’s hips jerk up in a desperate bid for friction. “M-my hairbrush handle,” he moans, head lolling back when Mahito pinches him sharply through his clothes. “Markers, a shampoo bottle, vegetables. Ah-ah — and a can of Pocari Sweat once.”
“Ah,” Mahito groans. “You’ve got such a slutty, hungry pussy, don’t you?” He slides his fingers down to nudge at the scalding hot heat of Junpei’s hole where he’s already wet enough to dampen the crotch of his sweatpants. “What hasn’t been inside of you already?”
Junpei whines at the nasty tone that leaches into Mahito’s voice. “Mah-Mahito,” he moans, feeling shameful tears prickle at the corners of his eyes. “Don’t say that!”
Mahito’s fingers press harder, managing a shallow push into Junpei’s body despite the two layers of fabric between them and his hole. He huffs out a shaky burst of laughter against the side of Junpei’s head when Junpei tries to get more of that touch despite the discomfort it must bring. “What else do we call this, then?” His fingers stretch Junpei out with little in-and-out thrusts that leave Junpei shaking against him. “The only thing you haven’t had yet is a real dick.”
“An-and sex toys,” Junpei stammers as if that makes everything better. “Y-you’re not special.”
Despite Junpei’s half-hearted but clearly horny rejection, Mahito’s dick, so hard against Junpei’s ass, gives another twitch.
“Aren’t I?”
Mahito pushes his fingers inside of Junpei even harder, ignoring the way Junpei cries out and shudders against him as his body is forced to accept Mahito’s fingers fucking inside of him and the slight scrape of fabric against his sensitive inner skin. “You’re the one falling apart on my fingers at the thought of getting my dick inside of you instead.”
“Mahito, please –”
“You came to a love hotel with a stranger,” Mahito reminds Junpei, an impish note to his voice. “You’re letting a stranger fuck you on camera. Your first time.” He bites at Junpei’s ear and relishes the shudder that vibrates through the boy’s body. “All because you’re such a cock-hungry slut that you wanted mine the second you watched my videos.”
That’s… not wrong. After Mahito’d started messaging him on Flitter, one of the first things he’d sent was a close-up video of his ridiculously thick and tatted up dick sinking into a lubed up and stretched out asshole. It’d been everything Junpei wanted in that moment and –
Now.
Junpei pants, flashing back to that twisted feeling of jealousy and naked need rattling through him as he watched Mahito fuck his co-star until they were squealing, clenching around him as they came. He wants that. In him. For him. Whatever.
“Tell the camera what you want,” Mahito says, the order sending shivers up Junpei’s spine. “Tell everyone what you want me to do to you.” He’s grinding his hand against Junpei again, no longer shallowly fucking him with the very tips of his fingers, but the pleasure his strong hands spark leaves Junpei a squirming, gasping mess as his hips jerk up in an awkward rhythm. “Beg for it.”
So, Junpei does.
“I want you to fuck me,” Junpei moans, squirming as Mahito’s fingers rub at his clit in tight circles that make him ache. “Oh fuck me, fuck me – Mahito, please – I want your dick in me.”
Mahito groans, fingers flexing against the soaked crotch of Junpei’s pants. “Where – where do you want it,” he asks, huffing the words out against Junpei’s ear. “In your ass? Your mouth? In your needy fucking pussy?”
Okay, so maybe Junpei is a slut, because the words that slide out of his mouth next are shameless in their desperation.
“All three,” he begs, canting his hips up so that Mahito’s fingers can rub him at a slightly better angle. “I wanna – I want you to stretch out all of my holes.” He’s so close to what seems like it’ll be a relatively satisfying clitoral orgasm. The thought of Mahito’s absurdly thick dick sinking into him until he’s gaping – “I want you to come in my ass.”
“Not your pussy,” Mahito asks. “You don’t want me to fill you up there?”
Junpei shakes his head. “I’m n-not good at remembering to take my birth control,” Junpei admits in a breathless rush of words. He can feel the familiar pulse of his approaching orgasm coming. It’s only a matter of time. “D-doesn’t matter what I want… I can’t get knocked up.”
Mahito laughs, the sound dark, and continues working his fingers in rough circles that make Junpei gasp and cry out. He pets Junpei through his first orgasm and then nips at his ear. “I’ll take responsibility if that happens.”
After a few minutes of trying to arrange the scene, Mahito gets Junpei down on his knees in front of the bed. They’re both fully dressed, however Mahito has his pants unzipped and his dick out, filling Junpei’s entire field of vision as he stares, cross-eyed, at the thing that’s about to enter his body.
“Have you ever seen a dick before,” Mahito asks. “Or sucked one? I need to figure out exactly how much teaching I have to do to make sure you do this right.”
Junpei gulps loudly, nervously. He shakes his head. “I’ve seen one before, in real life,” he confesses in a hushed, almost reverent whisper. “I’ve never sucked one before.” He blinks up at Mahito and at the phone aimed at his half-covered face before licking his lips. “But I’ve always wanted to try.”
Mahito gives Junpei a head pat for his admission, combing his fingers through Junpei’s dark hair. It’s a gentle touch that is at odds with the way his dick looks inches away from the tip of Junpei’s upturned nose. However, Junpei is more than a little bit touch-starved, and he presses his head up into the weight of Mahito’s hand, sighing softly as his mouth parts in anticipation.
This close, Junpei can see the thick lines of dark ink that wind around the shaft of Mahito’s dick. Even here, the tattoos look like stitches, keeping up his image as a patchwork porn star. Junpei wants to touch those lines with his fingers, wants to feel them underneath his tongue.
He starts with his fingers, tracing the very tips of them over the lines of stitching that curl around Mahito’s gigantic dick as if he’s afraid that he’ll hurt the man in front of him. Junpei sighs, and even to his own ears, he knows that he sounds thick with longing.
“This looks like it had to hurt,” he says after a long, heady moment passes, staring at the dick in front of him as if he wants to memorize every centimeter of it.
Mahito hums, watching Junpei watch his dick as it kicks upward, precome pearling at the tip. “It did,” he admits. “But I really fucking liked it.”
Junpei can feel his drool pool underneath his tongue as he stares at Mahito’s dick. He wants it in his mouth so badly that he can almost already taste it, wants to bury his nose in silvery blue pubes and inhale.
“C-can I –”
Junpei cuts himself off, too horny and embarrassed to continue.
“Can you what,” Mahito asks, a sneer on his face when Junpei glances up at him. He curls his fingers around his dick and starts stroking himself slowly, teasing himself as he spreads precome across his skin. “Don’t tell me you’re asking to suck my dick. What else do you think you’re down there for?” He rocks his hips forward, nudging at Junpei’s pursed lips with the head of his dick.
When Junpei’s mouth remains closed –out of shock, not rejection – Mahito scowls down at him and, using the hand that’d been tugging at his dick, squeezes at the hinge of Junpei’s jaw. “Open up.”
The pressure of Mahito’s hand against his jaw hurts, Junpei notes. But it also… feels good in a fucked-up way that probably says volumes about Junpei’s priorities.
“Pleathe,” Junpei slurs, mouth falling open as best as it can. He leans forward, pushing against Mahito’s grip on his face, “I wanna –”
The first taste of Mahito’s skin on his tongue makes Junpei moan and the drool that’s in his mouth already spills down to further wet the length of Mahito’s dick. It’s not that it tastes good – Junpei has no experience at all, but in any other situation, he’d be tempted to suggest Mahito eat just a little more fruit in his daily diet – but that it tastes like something he’s always wanted. Mahito’s precome is thick and musky, a little bitter as Junpei sinks deeper on his dick until the broad head of it taps against the back of his mouth and he gags a little, teeth scraping (lightly) over Mahito’s shaft.
Mahito groans at that and his hips jerk upward, pushing his dick more forcefully into Junpei’s unready throat. “Y-yeah,” he groans, hand shaking so much that the camera footage that’ll come will likely be unusable in the long run. “Just like that. Use your teeth a little more. Suck a little – yeah, c’mon –” He cuts himself off with a deep, satisfied groan and spreads his legs, giving Junpei more room to work, guiding Junpei’s head up and down until he chokes again.
This time… Junpei can’t pull himself up. Mahito fists his hand in Junpei’s hair and holds him in place, riding the shaking as Junpei shudders underneath him and tries to ride the short, sharp thrusts of Mahito’s dick down his spasming throat.
By the time that Mahito takes mercy on Junpei and pulls him off of his dick, Junpei is a mess. His lungs are burning, and both his jaw and throat ache. He can feel tears streaming down his face, snot dripping from his nose, and a nasty, prickling sensation in his stomach that makes him think that he was only a few moments away from vomiting. He’s also never been wetter.
Junpei sucks in air desperately until he doesn’t feel quite like he’s about to die, and then directs his best glare up at Mahito. “Do you want me to throw up on your dick or something?”
Mahito shrugs, and then laughs. “It wouldn’t be the first time.” He gestures at his saliva and precome-covered dick with an expectant wave of his free hand. “Now are you gonna get back to this or do I have to make you?”
The words send a jolt of heat pulsing down Junpei’s spine to where he’s fully soaked through his pants and underwear. He nods his head, moving mindlessly, and then leans in with his mouth open, tongue flopped out in a way that shouldn’t be attractive but that causes Mahito to groan appreciatively.
“Do this a couple more times and we’ll have you trained to take dick here too,” Mahito murmurs, watching as Junpei returns to sucking his dick. “But for a first timer… you’re not bad. Not at all.” He stares as Junpei hollows his cheeks and starts bobbing his head eagerly, taking in more of Mahito’s dick each time. When Mahito’s dick pushes against the back of Junpei’s throat again, he pushes Junpei down once more.
This time, Junpei swallows around him, throat flexing tight, hot, and wet and tries to will down the reflexive response to gag – or worse, to throw up. He focuses instead on the weight of Mahito’s dick on his tongue and in his throat, the way it feels to become a vessel for Mahito’s pleasure, and just sort of… drifts. His world shrinks down to the spill of his drool down Mahito’s dick down to his balls, the hand in his hair guiding him, the heat pulsing between his legs.
When Junpei tries to slide his hands between his legs to take some of the edge off, Mahito stops him.
“Hands off the clit,” he growls down at Junpei’s flushed face, fingers relaxing their grip on his hair.
Junpei slides off of Mahito’s dick with a sick, slick sound and scowls up at him. “That’s not fair.”
“You’ve already come once,” Mahito points out, voice dropping in tone until it’s almost a growl. “I know you’re not used to denying your needy pussy anything, but c’mon… don’t be greedy here.”
“I’m not being greedy,” Junpei insists, fingers fisting in the soft black fabric stretching across his thin thighs. “Why shouldn’t I touch myself as I get you off. It’d be so easy. I can multitask.” He feels a flush burn in his cheeks as he stares past Mahito’s dick up at his face. He’s whining and it’s on camera. But he can’t stop. Why shouldn’t Junpei be able to tease himself as he lets Mahito fuck his mouth until his jaw is sore? “Please don’t stop me, Mahito, I –”
Mahito shakes his head, the gesture causing Junpei to fall silent. “Sluts like you are always greedy,” he points out, smiling down at Junpei. “You need to learn how to be patient or else you won’t last long in this industry.”
Junpei, who knows half of his audience comes from people enjoy watching him come his brains out as he fucks himself on various household objects, raises his eyebrows. “Really?”
“Get back to sucking,” Mahito orders as he returns his hand to Junpei’s head and tugs him forward none-too-gently until his lips brush the flushed-red tip of Mahito’s dick.
With a faint moan of complaint, Junpei allows Mahito to feed him his dick. He goes easier this time, mouth falling open and throat relaxing as if his body knows that he’s to be a hole for Mahito’s dick. When he rolls his eyes up to check Mahito’s mood, the phone’s camera lens greets him, the unyielding black glass reflecting Junpei at his best-worst. Junpei squeezes his eyes shut and bobs his head faster, taking Mahito all the way into his throat until his nose brushes the damp hair at Mahito’s groin and his mind just… empties out.
At that moment, nothing matters more than being a good hole for Mahito. Nothing matters more than being good and having that dick fuck into his throat despite the fluttering resistance of his muscles. He can feel the heat between his legs, that hot pulse of arousal that reminds him that he’s still empty where he wants it the most. But this time, however, he doesn’t try to touch himself.
He can’t even bring himself to move.
A few minutes later, Mahito pulls Junpei off of his dick and starts stroking himself, big hand flying over flushed, tattooed flesh as he jacks himself off inches away from Junpei’s face. When he comes, he comes all over Junpei’s face without warning, semen splashing all over his skin and hair, making him jerk backwards.
Thankfully, Junpei’s eyes are still closed.
Junpei licks his lips clean before he talks, wincing at the bitter taste on his tongue. “Did you have to come on my face?”
“Of course I did,” Mahito says, grinning, “The audience loves a good facial.”
It takes a few minutes to reset the scene after Mahito’s impromptu facial.
Junpei has to wash his face, of course, but he also has to redo the makeup over his right eyebrow where it’s started to smear. It wouldn’t do for viewers to see the cluster of cigarette burns from a high school bully who’d always taken things too far. He scowls at his reflection in the mirror, hating every bit about how he has to do this in the first place, but then finishes his make up with the kind of speed that comes from having to redo it daily. He thinks and rethinks before wriggling out of his pants. He fists his fingers in the front of his shirt, contemplating taking that off too, but then hesitates.
If Mahito wants to strip him, he can. But Junpei isn’t quite that confident yet. Usually, when he films his own videos, he stays mostly dressed in an oversized shirt or hoodie rucked up to show his pussy devouring whatever he’s shoving into it. This will be another first, if Mahito wants it from him —
The first time that he shows his chest in a video.
By the time that Junpei comes back to the bedroom, Mahito has moved the cameras so that they have a better view of the bed, and he’s stripped down to his underwear. The tattoos are everywhere, distracting lines of ink stretching across his large, lanky body where he lies sprawled across the bedspread, gaze fixed on his phone as he scrolls. He doesn’t look up until Junpei comes closer, starting to climb onto the mattress.
“You sure took your sweet time,” Mahito says in a dry drawl.
Junpei frowns. “If someone hadn’t decided to use my face as a canvas,” he says, mouth twisting in a slight sneer. “Maybe I wouldn’t have had to touch up my makeup.”
Mahito snorts, watching Junpei crawl across the mattress. When Junpei is close enough to grab, Mahito does so, tugging him into his lap in a way that feels like a reversal of their first time coming together. “You know you liked it,” he says, mouth moving against the side of Junpei’s face. “Anyway, what’s the point of you wearing makeup. You’ll just sweat it off when I fuck you?”
Junpei is so not answering that.
“Are you’re going to fuck me?” Junpei asks, raising his eyebrows. “We’re doing a lot of talking for an AV shoot.”
Mahito manages to shrug without letting go of Junpei. His dick is hard, pulsing and hot underneath Junpei’s ass through the two thin layers of fabric between them. And there’s no mistaking it for anything else. The weight of it, the shape of it… Mahito clearly wants to be here, wants to be in Junpei…
So why is he not fucking Junpei?
Junpei squirms in Mahito’s lap, rocking down against the prominent curve of his dick where it presses against his clit through their boxer briefs. He wants to feel Mahito in him, wants to be spread open and fucked until he comes around him. He feels desperate.
Mahito laughs at him, of course he does. “Sluts like you always lose your minds when you don’t get what you want,” he says, stroking his hand up the back of Junpei’s left thigh up to the little curve of ass cheek that fills out his briefs.
“You’re so easy,” Mahito teases as he dips his fingers in the leg hole of Junpei’s briefs and slides them over Junpei’s soaked pussy without sliding them inside. He laughs when Junpei tries to rock down on his fingers and shifts them so that his fingers slide over Junpei’s slick labia and not inside of that hungry little pussy. “How have you not fucked anyone before when your pussy is this greedy?”
Junpei huffs out a frustrated moan against Mahito’s ear and then wrenches himself away, trying to get a better angle for his grinding.
“It’s not greedy,” he insists, staring up with eyes that feel wet and teary. “I’m not greedy.” He shakes his head, breath catching on a soft moan when Mahito’s fingertips finally nudge at his hole again. “An-and besides, n-no guys are falling all over themselves to fuck me.”
Mahito sinks one long finger into Junpei’s hole from the back, drawing out a shuddery moan from Junpei’s slack mouth.
“Their loss,” he says as he fingers Junpei slowly. “If I’d seen your videos earlier…”
When Mahito trails off, Junpei manages to collect himself enough to ask, “What? What would you have done?”
Mahito doesn’t answer immediately. He pulls his finger out of Junpei’s pussy and then tips him backward to lay sprawled across the bed with his legs spread. His underwear gets tugged off next and thrown aside so that Mahito can fit himself between Junpei’s thighs without that barrier of fabric between them.
“I would’ve kept you full,” he says, voice almost dreamy. He’s stroking his fingers up the soft and sensitive skin of Junpei’s inner thighs to his pussy, thumbs pulling his pussy lips apart and getting a good look at the hole that’s going to take him soon. “My personal fleshlight. You’d like that wouldn’t you, Junpei? Just being a hole for me?”
Junpei doesn’t even bother to pretend that he’s not into the idea of being Mahito’s toy. He whines, hands flying up to cover his face, and nods helplessly.
“Y-yes please,” Junpei moans, toes curling into the sheets as two of Mahito’s fingers enter him and curve upward, rubbing hard at his g-spot. “I-I want it. I wanna be your fleshlight.”
His pussy is so wet that every thrust of Mahito’s big hand against it echoes with a sloppy, slick sound. He keeps working Junpei’s g-spot, pulsing his calloused fingertips against the raised swell of that gland as the fingers of his free hand dig into Junpei’s thigh to hold him in place as he writhes from the nearly unbearable pleasure coursing through his body.
“You just wanna live on my dick, is that it?” Mahito says, sounding pleased as hell as Junpei moans underneath him and his pussy ripples around the fingers that are spearing him open. “You wanna take my cock on camera 24/7? Quit your shitty little job and let me fuck you until it’s the only thing you can do?” He ducks his head, silver hair spilling against Junpei’s skin, and drops a biting kiss against the fleshy meat of Junpei’s inner thigh that leaves him crying out and clutching at the sheets as he shakes. When Mahito pulls back, there’s a crimson smear of blood on his smiling mouth. “Is that what you want?”
Junpei doesn’t hesitate.
“Yesyesyes,” he moans, eyes rolling back in his head as Mahito’s hand doesn’t stop toying with his g-spot, rubbing at him with a merciless movement that makes his stomach twist with a sharp spike of pleasure. He feels tight and hot and open at the same time, like he could swallow Mahito’s hand up without any extra lubrication than what his body is already pouring out. “Please! M-Mahito – please!”
Junpei can’t breathe without wanting to go insane. The room smells like pussy, like his wetness on Mahito’s hand and puddling underneath his ass on the mattress, and his tongue feels thick in his mouth.
A third finger pushes inside of Junpei’s pussy and that’s what does it. The additional stretch makes Junpei squeal, and he reaches down to grab at Mahito’s thick wrist, holding his hand in place as he grinds against the fingers tap-tap-tapping against his g-spot.
“You gonna come for me?” Mahito asks, voice rough as he watches Junpei fuck himself shamelessly as if the cameras aren’t even there. “Gonna squirt all over my hand, Junpei?”
Junpei’s orgasm hits him like a fucking bus as the pressure that’s been building up inside of him this whole time snaps. He comes with a scream, crying out Mahito’s name as he squirts hard enough to soak Mahito’s hand, the front of his underwear, and the bedsheets beneath them. He goes limp against the bed, chest heaving, and stares up at Mahito with wide eyes, so out of it that he can barely think of anything else.
By the time that Junpei comes back to himself, Mahito has knelt between Junpei’s spread legs, staring at the mess of wetness at his groin, and looks at Junpei’s pussy as if he’s deciding how best to destroy it.
“Are you sure that I can’t come in you?” Mahito asks, fingers digging into Junpei’s thigh as he stares at where Junpei’s hole keeps clenching in need of fulfillment. “It should be fine. I haven’t gotten anyone I’ve filmed with knocked up yet.”
Yet.
Junpei feels his face twist with annoyance. As much as he wants to know what it feels like to have Mahito come inside of him when he’s being fucked for the first time, Junpei doesn’t really want the risk.
Huffing, Junpei asks, “Is my ass not good enough for you? I said you could come inside, remember?”
Mahito shrugs, broad shoulders flexing in a way that shouldn’t be as eye-catching as it is. “I know, I know,” he murmurs, the grip of his hand gentling into a back and forth sweep of rough fingers against Junpei’s sensitive skin. “I know you’d like it. ‘sides, I know I can come twice.”
The thought is tempting.
Junpei frowns, mouth pinching. “Are you sure?”
Mahito’s grin is wide, damn near ecstatic. “Of course I’m sure,” He promises. “I’ll take care of you. Trust me.”
While this isn’t the best decision for someone like Junpei who regularly doesn’t take his birth control unless he needs to not have a period for either of his jobs, he really does want this. Nodding while lying down is a little difficult, but Junpei manages to dip his head towards his chin before he glances up at Mahito from underneath his eyelashes.
“OK,” he says in a small voice. “You can come in my pussy… If you want it that badly.”
Smug as hell, Mahito leans down so that he can press a loud smacking kiss to Junpei’s still swollen mouth. It’s their first kiss, and it is far from satisfying especially in the context. He slides his hands underneath Junpei’s shirt, rubbing at his shaking sides , and then says, “I really do.”
After that, it’s just a matter of rearranging things. Mahito shucks his own underwear, freeing his dick to slap at his flat stomach, and then spreads Junpei out underneath him, staring down at Junpei as he decides what to do first.
“You wouldn’t let me do ass to pussy, would you?” Mahito muses idly, fingers stroking over the tightly furled pucker of Junpei’s asshole.
Junpei is quick to shake his head. That is a nonnegotiable.
“N-no,” he says on a shaky, slightly frightened exhale. “Wh-what? What the hell –” Junpei’s right hand flies down to swat at Mahito’s hand on instinct, as if he’s afraid the older man will steamroll past his objections and fuck him right then and there. “Of course not! That – that’s gross.”
Mahito huffs out a wordless disagreement, and then drops the not insignificant weight of his bigger body onto Junpei, pressing him down against the mattress. He stays like that for barely a moment, just long enough to make Junpei whine at him and push at his shoulders, and then he pulls back.
“Fine,” Mahito says, conceding gracelessly. “No ass to… whatever. Can I at least take your damn shirt off?” Of course, he asks this as he starts to ease Junpei’s shirt up, baring his soft stomach and small chest centimeter by centimeter until all Junpei can do is nod sheepishly and shift so that Mahito can ease the shirt over his head without fucking up his makeup or his hair.
Mahito whistles with appreciation when he finally sees Junpei’s chest.
“Nice tits,” he murmurs, petting Junpei’s side again, but not stopping until he can cup one of Junpei’s nearly nonexistent tits, the left one, in his big right hand. He toys with Junpei’s nipple until it hardens, the dark tip sticking up like a pencil eraser from the slight curve of his chest, and then ducks his head to suck it into his mouth with a lewd slurp.
Junpei feels his face burn. He’s lightheaded from the pleasure of it, from feeling Mahito’s blunt teeth scrape over his nipple and the tight suction at that peak. It feels like Mahito is drawing pleasure from him directly, stoking the heat between his legs with every pull of his lips.
“Ah,” Junpei cries out, hands flying to the back of Mahito’s head to hold him close. He feels as if he has to cling to Mahito, like if he lets go for even a second, the older man will pull away and deny him just because he can. And if he did that, well… Junpei would probably embarrass himself on video in another way. The most Junpei is willing to loosen his grip for is when Mahito moves to switch sides, sucking hard at his right nipple as his fingers toy with the saliva-slick left one. When Mahito bites him, teeth sinking in just hard enough that the sharp pain becomes electric pleasure that makes Junpei’s pussy throb, Junpei wails, hips jerking up against nothing as his pussy spasms in something that’s not quite an orgasm but not far from it.
Drool spills from one corner of Junpei’s mouth and tears well up in the corners of his eyes. He feels so good. Too good.
By the time Mahito finally pulls away from Junpei’s chest, Junpei feels fully out of it. He blinks blearily up at Mahito as the other man reaches for his dick and strokes himself slowly, smearing precome along the length of him. He watches, with wide eyes, as Mahito fits the fat head of his dick between Junpei’s legs and starts to sink in slowly.
It doesn’t hurt at all.
Mahito’s dick is stupidly big, of course, but Mahito has to have been right about calling Junpei’s pussy greedy because Junpei doesn’t have any trouble taking him. His dick slides into Junpei as if Junpei’s body was made for him, stretching him out so good as a groan echoes against his ear.
This is nothing like sticking the handle of a hairbrush or the neck of a plastic bottle inside of his pussy for his devoted audience. Mahito’s dick feels warm, the flesh giving underneath the desperate clench of Junpei’s body. The shape of him – as much as Junpei can focus on anything beyond the rush of blood roaring in his ears – is so much more pleasurable, the curve of his dick dragging over his g-spot just right every time that he pulls back.
Of course, Mahito fucks like the porn star he is. He’s brutal about his thrusts but somehow graceful about it, playing Junpei’s body like it’s an instrument only he knows how to use. He doesn’t cover Junpei’s body with his own, not this time, choosing instead to half-haul Junpei into his lap and fuck his pussy like that, with him spread so wide that his hips ache and there’s nothing hiding the deep in-and-out dive of his fat dick into Junpei’s pussy. Even with the cameras positioned as they are and no manual zoom, Junpei knows that there’s no hiding how easily his hole takes what Mahito has on offer.
“Ah-ah-ah,” Junpei can’t stop squeaking out these tiny, shuddery moans as Mahito fucks him, the sound barely loud enough to be heard over Mahito’s own grunts, the other man’s dirty talk (a running patter that Junpei can’t even focus on), and the slapslapslap of his balls against Junpei’s ass.
“Oh fuck, Mahito – f-fuck –” Junpei doesn’t even know what he’s saying, what he’s trying to say. Wrecked noises pour from his mouth and his fingers fist in the sheets underneath him, tearing at them as Mahito’s ridiculously large dick grinds against his g-spot and drives so deep inside of him that it almost hurts.
Groaning, Mahito’s fingers dig into Junpei’s hips, holding him tight as he fucks Junpei senseless. He’s panting too, mouth open and his thick tongue lolling out as he treats Junpei like his personal fleshlight.
“Mm… you feel so good, Junpei,” he says, groaning as the praise makes Junpei clench around him and squirm. “You were made to take my dick, weren’t you.” He slides one big hand down between their bodies, thumbing roughly at Junpei’s clit where it juts out all stiff and swollen from the thatch of ink-dark hair at his groin. “Tell me how much you like it.”
At first, Junpei honestly can’t remember what words are, much less how to use them. It takes him a moment to register that Mahito is talking to him and not to the camera, but when he does, the words just spill out of him.
“Y-your dick feels so good,” Junpei says, moaning loudly as Mahito keeps fucking him. “Y-you’re so big inside of me. I-I want m-more – oh fuckmefuckme.” If he could move, if he could do anything with his hands other than hold on to the sheets for dear life, Junpei would be clinging to Mahito, dragging him close and trying to get more of that pressure against his clit. “G-gimme more – please.”
Mahito, so much bigger and stronger than Junpei, manhandles Junpei further in response to his desperate pleas, pinning him tighter to the mattress as their hips collide and his dick hits that deep part inside of him that he’s only managed to hit a few times.
Junpei’s eyes fly open wide, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.
“Mah-Mahito,” he moans, shaking as he squirms underneath the weight of the other man’s bigger body. “I-it hurts.”
He knows that some people like having their cervixes hit, he’s read that much online. However, knowing something and knowing something are two different things and… it does hurt. There’s an ache within him that’s not quite at odds with the pleasure Mahito is stoking at the same time. He’s going to hate sitting down after this, that’s for sure, but… he doesn’t hate it. He just wishes –
“S-slow down,” Junpei moans, head rolling on his neck as he tries to focus on breathing instead of screaming his head off like he wants to. “Oh g-god, Mahito – please.” His back arches when Mahito slams into him harder, grinding against him and leaving him wailing, toes curling in the air as the other man shifts closer, spreads him wider, getting up on his knees and pistoning into Junpei so hard that Junpei can’t even register the sensation as individual thrusts anymore.
An orgasm builds low in Junpei’s belly, a slow twisting heat and pulse that leaves him panting, mouth slack as he sucks in air in frantic gulps. Mahito isn’t touching his clit, too busy holding his hips up as he chases his own pleasure to even think about giving Junpei more, but the way his dick strokes inside of Junpei’s body makes up for it. He can feel his body clenching, muscles rippling around Mahito’s dick and he’s so close, he’s too close –
The rhythm of Mahito’s narrow hips stutters for a moment and he hunches over Junpei’s body, dick jerking hard inside of him as he groans and comes. Junpei swear he can feel it, that extra wetness flooding him, and that’s what tips him over the edge this time, the fact that he’s let Mahito fuck him bare and come inside of him. Junpei moans, chest vibrating against Mahito’s, and then he goes limp against the bed, pleasure making him all weak and pliable.
Mahito lifts his body off of Junpei’s. He pulls his dick out of Junpei’s pussy with a quiet, nasty sound and stares down between his legs with an initially unreadable look.
“You didn’t squirt this time,” Mahito points out, sounding downright disappointed that he’s not soaking wet again. “What’d I do wrong?”
Junpei shakes his head and nearly chokes on his laughter.
“I don’t squirt on command,” he says, still laughing as if he can’t believe Mahito’s words. “And besides, you’re not the one who has to lie in the wet spot.” He tries to bring his legs together, to shield himself from Mahito’s hungry, curious stare, but Mahito easily stops him, bullying him into keeping his legs spread. “H-hey –”
“Bet I could make you come again,” Mahito says, as if Junpei isn’t trying to wriggle away from him this time. He uses the index and middle finger on his left hand to spread Junpei’s pussy lips wide open for a brief moment before Junpei tries to push his hand away. Mahito slaps at Junpei’s hand when he tries to cover himself up and then sinks his fingers into Junpei’s well-used pussy. Without warning or waiting, he hooks them upward until his fingertips once again brush against Junpei’s g-spot.
“Oh – fuck, no – don’t!” Junpei chokes on a cry and his hands fly down to try and pull Mahito’s hand away. “T-too much,” he cries out, shaking at the pleasure already building in his overstimulated body. “I-it’s t-too much, M-Mahito –”
“Shh,” Mahito says with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m trying to see what my new toy can do.”
With the hand not practically wrist-deep inside of Junpei, Mahito reaches for his phone amidst the sheets and then aims it at where Junpei can feel the steady sticky trickle of come sliding out of his body past the fingers spearing him open. The camera shutter is loud every time Mahito takes another photo, and Junpei flinches every time, wanting to cover himself.
After a moment, the camera shutter stops, but Mahito doesn’t put the phone down.
He’s recording.
“What does it feel like,” Mahito asks, eyebrows drawing together as he watches Junpei’s body twist and squirm across the sheets. He’s relentless about fucking Junpei on his fingers, grinding against his g-spot and drawing out loud, almost-pained cries from his slack mouth.
Junpei shakes his head at first, hair sliding across the slick sheets. “Nngh –”
“I can’t hear you,” Mahito says, voice lifting in a teasing lilt. He presses his thumb to Junpei’s clit and starts rubbing at it in a way that makes Junpei wail and try to shift away. “What was that?”
“I-I, i-it’s too much,” Junpei moans, miserable from the pleasure building up between his legs. “I can’t take it, Mahito. It’s too soon, I –” He cuts himself off with a shaky, desperate cry, hand flying up at the last minute to cover his mouth. “It hurts.”
Mahito hums to show he’s listening, but he doesn’t stop. “And do you like it?”
Despite everything, Junpei doesn’t hesitate to answer. “Yes.”
”Good.”
With that, Mahito pulls his fingers out of Junpei’s pussy, depriving him of that painful pleasure just before his orgasm can hit. When he raises his hand to Junpei’s mouth, it’s with an expectant raising of his eyebrows. He doesn’t need to use words to communicate what he wants Junpei to do next.
Junpei lets Mahito slide his fingers into his mouth, all the way to the back until they threaten to make him gag, and then he starts to suck, tasting their combined juices on his tongue. Of course, at this point, Junpei knows what his own pussy tastes like. He gets extra tips for shooting content like that, where he sucks his fingers clean and thanks viewers for paying him to play.
This… is a little different.
This is Junpei’s familiar tang, the musk of it strong in his nostrils, overlaid with the bitterness of Mahito’s come. This is making eye contact with Mahito, not a camera lens, as he sucks and sucks and sucks until the only thing that he can taste is skin and not spunk.
“I’m going to have so much fun fucking your ass,” Mahito says, smile cheery as he wipes his saliva-slicked fingers over Junpei’s cheek.
Junpei shudders, mouth dry at the thought of finally getting Mahito in his ass the way he’s wanted from the second he saw that video. But he’s got one last thing to say, he decides, mouth twisting with a faint frown.
“Don’t you dare try to stick your fingers in my mouth after you’ve had them up my ass.”
After Junpei hastily gulps down a few mouthfuls of water and Mahito checks the camera angles and makes sure his phone is ready to go, he finds himself on his knees on the mattress with Mahito’s fingers toying with his asshole.
The lube is thick, slick and sticky as Mahito teases him, wiggling the tip of one finger into his hole and then tugging it out before repeating the motion again. There’s no pain, no discomfort. Mostly because, while Junpei doesn’t play with his ass as much as he does his pussy – too much room for risk considering what his gimmick is – he’s no stranger to fucking himself there.
Heck, he sometimes likes it better.
Mahito doesn’t miss Junpei’s eagerness. “You would be an anal slut too,” he says, unhidden awe in his voice. He pets Junpei’s hole again, this time sliding his finger all the way in without hesitation. At Junpei’s quiet moan, he laughs. “You just love to be fucked, don’t you.”
Junpei nods, too far gone to think about the way that the motion drags his forehead against the sheets and ruins what’s left of his makeup.
“I love it,” he moans, toes curling as Mahito pushes another finger inside of him and starts to fuck him with slow, strong thrusts. “I-it feels so wrong and yet, so good.” He rocks back against Mahito’s hand, moaning as the fingers inside of him twist and rub against nerves that feel electrified. “M-more?”
Mahito’s laughter sends goosebumps prickling across Junpei’s skin.
“More,” he asks. “’More’ like my fingers or ‘more’ like my dick?”
“Yes,” Junpei says, the words not even close to a real answer. He reaches back and tries to hold himself open with one hand, offering his hole up to Mahito as if in offering. “Please.”
More lube spills across Junpei’s skin, the chill making him flinch before he feels the fat head of Mahito’s dick nudge at his asshole and start to press in with a slow but unyielding pressure. This too feels nothing like what Junpei is used to on his own and he has no idea how to prepare for or predict what will come next.
One thing he relishes, however? The discomfort that is part of the pleasure.
Junpei squeezes his eyes shut as he pants through the pressure of Mahito opening him up. He feels scraped raw and too full at the same time, but he loves it. He loves how it feels to have Mahito’s dick sink into his ass as if that hole too was made to take him. He can feel drool spilling past his lips to puddle underneath his cheek and, in any other circumstance, he’d be embarrassed, but with Mahito rearranging his guts like it’s his job (well it is), he can only lick his lips and whine.
“You really are good at taking dick,” Mahito praises, stroking his hands over Junpei’s trembling sides and back down to his narrow hips. He says it like he’s proud of Junpei, while he’s fucking the very breath out of Junpei’s thin chest. “Fuck – I’m not gonna last long with you squeezing me like this.”
Moaning, Junpei tries to rock back against Mahito’s near-punishing thrusts, chasing the pleasure Mahito is stirring up inside of him. He wants to touch his clit, wants to slip his fingers through the wetness he can feel between his thighs and finger himself in time to the rough in-and-out motion of Mahito’s dick in his ass –
But he’s both lust-drunk and exhausted. At this point, honestly, his body simply won’t cooperate in any meaningful way. All he can do is spread his knees apart a little wider on the mattress, arching his back to give Mahito more room to fuck him.
Junpei’s rewarded with a slap to the ass – something that can’t have felt good to Mahito considering how thin Junpei is – and then, finally, Mahito’s right hand slides down to rub at his clit in strong motions that leave Junpei wailing, quaking underneath him as his body tightens from the pleasure that tears through him.
Of course, Junpei comes first, asshole clenching around Mahito’s dick as pleasure makes him melt against the mattress, but Mahito comes next, pumping his come into Junpei’s weak body after only a few more thrusts. He collapses on top of Junpei, pinning him to the bed without a care for the way that the motion jostles Junpei’s tender body… or how it must look on camera.
“G-get off,” Junpei says, a miserable note to his voice.
Mahito grunts above him, but eventually (slowly) pulls out of Junpei’s body. He settles behind Junpei again and then spreads him open, playing with the mess of come and lube that he’s left behind. This time, when the camera shutter goes off, Junpei doesn’t flinch. However, it’s mostly from a lack of energy than any comfort with Mahito basking in smugness over how well he’s fucked Junpei.
“You did good,” Mahito says once he tosses the phone down to the side and returns to playing with Junpei’s asshole, idle motions meant to entertain him and not give Junpei any real pleasure. “Next time… next time I wanna see how you’d look with a whole crew.” He doesn’t say whether he means behind or in front of the camera, and he laughs at the way Junpei shivers and tries to pull away.
Mahito doesn’t let Junpei get very far.
“I won’t pay you for a gangbang just yet,” Mahito promises, hauling Junpei back by his ankle and rolling him over onto his back in a surprisingly smooth motion before settling half on top of Junpei’s body. “But the more shoots you do, the more money you’ll make. Don’t you want to quit your crappy job?”
Junpei shakes his head. “You don’t even know what I do,” he points out with a huff. “I could love my job.”
Mahito snorts. “Sure, sure,” he says, eyebrows raised in disbelief. “But do you love it as much as you love coming on my dick?” He doesn’t wait for Junpei to answer him verbally, taking his cue from the way Junpei goes red all the way up to his hairline and once again tries to pull away from him. “C’mon… don’t try to deny it.”
“I-I’m not,” Junpei says, hands flying up to cover his face. “I’m just… I’m happy with my job. I don’t want to quit right now.” He lets his gaze drift down the length of Mahito’s naked body. “Not even for you.”
Mahito laughs again, but pulls away from Junpei, leaving him alone on the bed. “If you change your mind, you know how to get in touch,” he says. He gets dressed while Junpei watches, and then collects the cameras, tucking them into a case in the corner of the room. “Someone will come by to pick up the cameras and close out the room in a few hours, so you can stay here until then.”
It’s more than Junpei’s expected, but he still has to ask. “No aftercare?”
Mahito laughs as if Junpei has asked something hilarious. “Not on your life, Junpei.”
The video goes live on Mahito’s OnlyCams channel two weeks later, on a day when Junpei has a full day shift at his job. The censorship is minimal, just enough to squeak by any standards in Japan without pissing off what international audience he might have.
During a lull in customers, Junpei watches a few seconds of the preview clips where they’re posted on Flitter. It’s a little weird to watch people talk about how jealous they are of Mahito for getting to fuck him or to read comments complimenting his dick-sucking skills even as a first timer, but Junpei feels a thrill of heat spike through his body as he scrolls from his R18 account and shamelessly likes tweets talking him up.
He’s got a nice little boost of followers from the video’s release as well, a couple hundred of Mahito’s followers joining his small following and a dozen sweetly horny DMs. There are a few dick pics in the bunch, that much is to be expected, but Junpei doesn’t block them immediately the way he usually would.
There aren’t any new DMs from Mahito.
That much is to be expected. Despite how much Mahito had talked about wanting to keep Junpei (on his dick, not as a boyfriend), Junpei hadn’t gotten his hopes up that Mahito would actually follow through. They’d talked once before, right after he’d paid Junpei and Junpei had reached out to ask if he was sure he sent him the right amount because it was 20,000¥ more than they’d agreed on. Despite the fact that they have a video coming out together… They didn’t even follow each other on Flitter.
Junpei didn’t expect better, but still –
It sucks.
The chime above the door goes off, and Junpei scrambles to tuck his phone in the little shelf underneath the cash register. He glances at the door just in time to see Mahito come into the konbini with a taller, broad-shouldered man on his heels who’s got more tattoos than unmarked skin. Their eyes meet through the glass divider and Mahito’s lips curve in a slow, smug smile before he crosses the konbini’s scuffed floors to stand in front of the register and rest his elbows on the counter.
“Fancy seeing you here, Junpei,” Mahito drawls. “Did you watch our video yet? It’s been blowing up online.”
Junpei feels his face burn, and he dips his head in a sharp nod. “I-I saw,” he says. “It looks good.”
Mahito grins and then jerks his thumb back in the direction of the huge, tattooed man he’d walked in with. “I was just telling Hanami that I had fun shooting with you,” he says. “If you’re interested, maybe you’d like to shoot with both of us sometime?”
Junpei glances at where Hanami is rifling through the ice cream freezer off to the back of the store and then back at Mahito. “Are you serious?”
“Think about it,” Mahito says. “It’d be good money and we’d work with a camera crew, so no one misses a second of your first time being DP’d.” He leans as close as he can without landing face first in the glass separating them, leering at Junpei the entire time. “You’ll like Hanami, I promise. His dick’s even bigger than mine.”
Junpei opens his mouth to reject Mahito outright, but then he glances over Mahito’s shoulder at where Hanami is carefully making his way through the konbini’s narrow aisles back to them. His gaze lingers at the front of Hanami’s cargo pants and the hard-to-miss bulge there.
“I-I’ll think about it,” Junpei stammers, feeling his face burn as heat starts to warm low in his belly.
Mahito giggles, clearly pleased with himself. “I’ll be looking forward to your DM.”