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When Reki woke up, he was fully set on having a totally, one-hundred percent normal day. A day filled with normal activities, like working and skating and eating with his boyfriend at the A&W down the street. And a normal day—in Reki’s opinion—didn’t involve walking in on Miya watching porn.
Not just any porn, either.
It’s one of those live cam shows that costs more money than Reki makes in a month. And even if he did have excess cash to blow on something other than four years’ worth of student loans, he’s not sure he’d have the guts to search up interactive porn, anyway.
“Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?!”
Miya’s eyes are wide, his face red, his voice higher than Reki’s heard it in years. Reki realizes it must be just as mortifying for Miya as it is for them.
Actually, it’s probably more mortifying. Oof.
“We’re just here to drop off your new deck, man.” Reki tries to sound nonchalant, like there isn’t a prominent tent in Miya’s pants.“I didn’t see anything, promise.”
“I did.”
Goddammit, Langa!
Reki turns to glare at his boyfriend. He hopes he can radiate ‘please, shut the hell up right now’ well enough that Langa catches on.
No such luck.
“Was that Cherry?”
Reki turns back to Miya so quickly that his neck pops. He doesn’t know the answer Langa’s expecting, but Reki sure as hell expects a vehement protest along with a slew of threats.
Miya’s blush deepens instead.
Oh… oh no, no, no, no.
“Y-you can’t be serious,” Reki mumbles. “Please tell me you’re not serious.”
Miya squirms in his seat. It is not a protest.
“I didn’t know he was a camboy,” Langa says, like it’s all totally normal. “Were you looking for his stream, or just searching up guys that look like him?”
“Shut up! Just shut up and leave!”
Langa turns to Reki, and dammit, he looks so confused that it would be endearing if they weren’t talking about Miya watching porn of a guy that may or may not be one of their ever-suffering parental figures.
“Was it something I said? I mean, it seems pretty obvious that Miya’s had a thing for Cherry for a couple of years now. It only makes sense that he’d be searching up guys who look like him in an attempt to satisfy a long time fantas—“
Miya’s eyes go wide as saucers, and he throws a mug at Langa’s head, but Langa is good at everything, so he dodges easily.
Reki laughs, because the only other option is to curl into a ball and question what he had done in his twenty-three years to deserve this. Why did he have to even get out of bed that morning?
“What is it going to be next, then? The plug or the beads?”
A low, familiar voice comes through the speakers on Miya’s computer. The three boys jump and stare at each other for a few torturous seconds. The person laughs, and Reki tries to convince himself it doesn’t absolutely sound like Cherry whenever he thinks one of them has done something particularly stupid.
“If you want me to use these, you’re going to have to tip more than that, sweetheart.”
Reki looks at Miya like he’s hoping it’s all an elaborate prank. When he doesn’t receive a response, he turns to his boyfriend with every intent of escaping the hell they’ve found themselves in.
“Hey, we should go…” Reki trails off, his brows coming together. “Langa? What’s wrong?”
Langa’s normally pale cheeks are dusted with pink. His blush extends to his ears, and Reki follows it down his neck where it disappears into the collar of his shirt. His eyes are boring through Miya’s desktop like he can see what’s going on in the closed tab. Like he wants to see what’s going on in the closed tab. He isn’t blinking. His chest rises and falls in the same way it does when they get a little too carried away in the bedroom, and if Reki looks lower he can see—
“Wait, are you seriously turned on right now…?”
Langa blinks like he’s coming out of a daze and looks down at the same time Miya also notices the bulge in his jeans. His face gets more red.
“That’s more like it. Now, let me show my appreciation for such a generous tip,” maybe-Cherry says.
“H-he sounds…” Langa mutters, his voice coming to a halt at the moan that follows.
He turns back toward Reki with an earnest look. It reminds him of the time Langa had asked him to teach him to skate, and a part of it makes Reki’s stomach twist.
“Can we watch it, Reki?”
Miya makes a noise that’s either pure mortification or just him trying to strangle himself with his hoodie strings. Reki’s not sure, since he’s currently too busy trying to figure out a way to say ‘No, Langa. We can’t watch porn of maybe-Cherry while Miya’s in the room with us because it’s fifty shades of weird, and I’m actually starting to get kinda jealous,’ without sounding absolutely crazy.
And that’s when it happens, because fuck any hope of salvaging his plans for a normal day.
“Assistant,” the camboy snaps in that same voice Cherry uses with Joe. “Hand me the wand.”
Langa bites his lip. Reki is feeling more jealous by the second.
“Yes, your highness,” another, also familiar voice responds, and oh no, god no, because now Reki’s getting hard too.
“Just shut up and hand me the damn vibrator.”
If asked later, Reki’s not sure he’ll be able to say who moves first. All he knows is that one moment they’re frozen and staring at the computer, and the next the three of them are crowded around the screen, watching Cherry—because it’s definitely Cherry—throw his head back as he runs a vibrating wand along the shaft of his cock.
Joe, his assistant, is standing with his face just out of the frame, but his heavily muscled chest and signature tattoo are both fully visible, and Reki may have to personally confront his own long-time fantasy about one of their parental-figures, because Joe had pretty much been his bisexual awakening back in the day.
His jeans hang so low on his hips that Reki can nearly see the base of his cock, and now he kind of has to forgive Langa for the impromptu boner, because Reki’s anything but a hypocrite.
“Is this what you wanted? Perverts,” Cherry says much too conversationally for the situation.
Reki tears his eyes away from Joe’s Apollo's belt to Cherry as he clicks his tongue and drops the head of the wand lower, his eyes fluttering shut as it ghosts over his balls and down to the flared base of whatever he had just been paid to put in his ass.
“How big do you think it is?” Langa asks breathlessly.
Reki blinks and turns toward his boyfriend for clarification, because is he talking about what’s in Cherry’s ass or what’s in Joe’s pants, because Reki is also very curious about one of those. Miya answers instead.
“Let’s find out…”
Reki and Langa look at Miya with a mixture of shock, horror, and awe as he types out a message in chat and sends it along with a ridiculous amount of money.
Sharp, citrine eyes snap open so quickly that Reki realizes Carla must be annotating the chat for Cherry, but the thought is quickly replaced by white noise as Cherry narrows his eyes and drops the wand next to him.
“You want to know how big it is, huh?”
His lips tick up at one corner as he circles the base of the toy with his delicate fingers, twisting it and then tugging until his hole dilates and releases the silicone beads one by one. The three boys swallow in unison when the last bead pops free, and Cherry drops it next to the wand with a smirk.
“That was a big tip for so little a request, so I’ll make you a deal: one more request—within reason—free of charge,” he slips a single finger inside of his opening, lazily thrusting it in and out. “After that, no more freebies.”
Miya lets out a breath and looks between Reki and Langa like he doesn’t quite know what to ask for now, but they’re both just as dumbfounded. Hell, Reki doesn’t even know what constitutes as ‘within reason’ with these sorts of things. It’s his first cam show, after all, and he doesn’t think Langa has much more experience—
“Tell him to use the blue dildo,” Langa says decisively.
Reki gapes.
“Do you think he will?” Miya sounds skeptical. “It’s kinda big compared to the beads.”
“The purple one, then,” Langa amends.
Miya types out the request, and Joe hands Cherry the purple dildo. It’s small compared to the blue one but judging from the size of it in Joe’s hand, it’s probably around the size of Reki’s dick, which—speaking of the devil—twitches at the mere thought of Joe’s large hand wrapped around it.
Cherry applies a generous amount of sticky, white lube and spreads his legs wider, circling his rim and then pressing inside with his eyes firmly on the camera. His hole stretches to accommodate the toy, creamy lube beading up around his rim, and Reki’s face heats at the lewd sight.
He hears a low curse from Langa, whose cheeks are dusted the same shade of pink as Cherry’s hair, and a hitch of breath from Miya who’s gripping the arms of his desk chair with white knuckles.
He sinks the toy to the hilt—the toy the size of Reki’s cock—and lets his head fall back, sliding it slowly out before pushing back in at a turtle’s pace.
“Holy shit, he took it so easily…” Langa says breathlessly.
Reki’s arousal strains against the inside of his boxers, and he watches with bated breath as Cherry fucks himself more gently than Reki would be fucking him. Hands moving of their own accord, Reki leans over the keyboard and types out a message. Cherry cracks open both eyes and then rolls them, going back to the same torturous pace.
“He’s not gonna do it if you don’t tip,” Langa reminds him. Miya puts the same amount in again and hits send.
“Good boy,” Cherry says, and Reki’s cock leaps as he complies with the request to fuck himself faster.
Miya and Langa both adjust themselves in their pants, and Reki doesn’t miss the way his boyfriend’s hand lingers longer than necessary, as if he’s contemplating if it would be weird to stroke himself while they’re both in the room—and of course the answer is yeah, it would be super fucking weird, not that Reki doesn’t keep asking himself the same damn question.
Miya brings his hands to hover over the keyboard like he’s planning something, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. When he finally does let them drop and types out the next message, it’s attached to an even larger tip, and Reki’s face burns scarlet at Miya’s request.
'Not fast enough. Let your assistant fuck you with it, instead.'
Carla annotates the message in Cherry’s ear, but this time he opens his eyes and stares at his monitor like he’s sure his AI has somehow malfunctioned. When he verifies that, yes, that is exactly what Kitty_Boy_69 requested, he narrows his eyes and huffs a stray lock of hair out of his face.
“Not good enough for you, is it?”
Cherry arches a single brow. Reki has seen that look before and knows well enough that Miya is playing a dangerous game. In the back of the room, Joe’s fingers flex, the muscles in his chest and abdomen going rigid as he reads the message over Cherry’s shoulder. His face still isn’t in the frame. Reki wonders what he looks like at the moment.
Shocked? Apprehensive? Eager?
Cherry’s eyes lower slightly, like he’s considering the tip, and then silently—with the kind of annoyed resignation that only he could make sexy—pulls the toy from himself and holds it above his shoulder.
“You heard him, Gorilla,” Cherry snaps, spurring Joe to grab the dildo. “Let’s give the little kitten what he wants.”
Miya’s breath hitches at the pet name, something that does not go unnoticed by Reki; although, Langa looks too far gone at this point to have caught it.
Cherry turns sideways to give Joe access, spreading his legs and leaning back on his elbows. Only after he’s dropped down between Cherry’s pale thighs does Joe’s face come into view, and all of the breath leaves Reki’s lungs at the heavy-lidded lust in those rust-colored eyes.
He holds the dildo in his hand, and it looks so small in comparison. Reki suppresses a groan. Just how big is Joe? Does his cock rival the blue dildo? Would Cherry be able to take it?
He desperately wants to find out.
Reki leans over Miya’s shoulder and sends another message.
'Not the purple one. Use the blue one.'
Joe waits for Cherry’s huff and near-imperceptible nod before grabbing the more substantial toy and coating it in lube. He handles the girth of it with the kind of familiarity that makes Reki’s mouth go dry, and then presses the fat tip to Cherry’s rim, the muscles in his arm flexing like it’s with great effort he doesn’t slam it inside.
Reki knows the feeling. Were it Joe’s cock pressed flush to Reki’s ass, he’d be begging for it, practically gagging to have it buried inside of him as soon as possible. Fuck waiting. Fuck taking it slow.
Cherry’s rim is flushed, as it stretches to accommodate the thick toy. One centimeter, then another and another. The lube shines against him where the silicone cock slides inside, and Cherry throws his head back, a muscle working in his jaw like he’s stamping down every noise he wants to make.
Joe rests a hand on Cherry’s knee and spreads him wider, angling the toy up and shoving it inside until Cherry’s eyes fly open and he gasps in surprise. Reki makes a choking noise and catches himself on the back of Miya’s chair, his cock leaking against his boxers.
The last thread of self-control in the room flies out the window as soon as Joe starts to put his muscles to work. Miya palms his cock over his pants, and Langa shamelessly slips his hand beneath his own waistband. Reki curses quietly and does the same.
Cherry’s back arches, and Joe holds his legs open with one arm, using the other to slam the toy inside. It makes Reki weak in the knees, and his cock leaks over his knuckles. He’s fairly certain he’ll never be able to look at either of them in the eyes ever again, but in a way it’s worth it to see the look of heated concentration on Joe’s face when he drags Cherry to the peak of pleasure and then pushes him over.
He comes, and like everything else he does, it’s with the kind of elegant grace that makes it look less like porn and more like art. Reki is close enough that he could bring himself to completion as well, but Miya—bless his terribly horny, little black soul—sends in one last tip and request. Reki abruptly squeezes the base of his cock to stave off his orgasm, because he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt, that if Cherry chooses to comply, it’s going to be good.
Joe looks at the screen and goes still. Cherry just sits there and stares at the ceiling. Nobody breathes. For a moment, Reki is sure that Cherry is going to end the show, but then he sits up, and runs a hand through his sex-tousled hair.
“Well?” he says. His voice is slightly hoarse, and he’s looking at Joe. “I take it you’re not so primitive that you can’t read.”
Joe blinks at him. “I—are you sure?”
Reki crosses his fingers on the hand that isn’t wrapped around his dick and says a silent prayer.
“Kitten paid for a show, sweetheart. So, shut up and fuck me.”
He says it in a way that makes it sound like both a threat and a demand, and now that Reki knows Langa has a thing for Cherry, he files the exact tone away to try later when they’re alone.
Joe tosses the dildo to the side and hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans. Reki’s mouth waters, his fingers tightening around the base of his dick. He tries to remember a time when he was ever so hard in his life, but then Joe’s cock springs free and Reki makes a noise he didn’t even know he was capable of making.
In terms of length, Joe is tied with the blue dildo. But thickness? Joe’s long fingers barely touch as he coats himself in lube. Cherry has to be insane to be thinking about fitting it inside of himself, but then maybe that makes Reki insane too, because he would also very much like to try, given a gallon of lube and half a chance.
Cherry flips over onto his stomach, and Joe grabs his hips, pulling him so that his ass is raised. Cherry huffs and calls him a barbarian, but doesn’t protest.
“It’s never going to fit,” Miya whispers when Joe lines up to press inside.
Beside him, Langa mumbles something about Cherry being able to take it. Reki would probably feel more jealous if he weren’t using his vivid imagination to picture Joe in his stomach at that moment.
The noise that leaves Cherry’s lips as Joe breaches him sounds like it was punched from him, and Reki doesn’t blame him one bit for not being able to stamp it down.
Reki pulls his hand out of his pants and glances at Langa. He hooks a finger into his belt loop and tugs him closer, and Langa comes willingly, little by little until they’re pressed side to side. Reki makes sure Miya is still dazedly palming his cock, and then he tugs Langa’s pants down far enough to free his cock. Langa does the same in return, except he doesn’t wrap his fingers around Reki. Instead, he slides his fingers between Reki’s cheeks to circle the most intimate part of him.
Reki gasps but the sound is drowned out by Cherry’s incoherent moans as Joe holds him down and slams into him relentlessly, and if Miya knows what they’re doing behind him, he chooses to ignore them in favor of finally sticking his hand down his pants.
Joe pulls Cherry’s hair so hard; it forces his back into a sinful arch, and Reki aches at the very idea that it’s Langa’s finger sliding inside of him instead of Joe’s cock. He doesn’t feel bad about it, either. Not when Langa is surely thinking about Cherry and that perfectly pink little hole of his.
Langa pulls his finger out and moves directly behind him, spitting on his cock and sliding it into the space between Reki’s thighs. He groans into his hair and squeezes Reki’s hips hard enough to hurt, and Reki imagines that it’s Joe’s fingerprints that will be left behind in varying shades of purple.
Joe pulls Cherry into his lap and moves so that they’re facing the camera, and he spreads him wide so that they have a perfect view of the obscene way he stretches him. Reki’s hole twitches as Langa slides past it again.
Joe’s thrusts are becoming less controlled, his hips stuttering. He isn’t wearing a condom. Fuck, he’s going to come inside him. The thought makes Reki’s pulse speed, and he fucks back against Langa’s cock, squeezing his thighs more tightly.
Langa’s arousal throbs. He’s close too. Reki reaches back and shoves the tip right against his opening. He knows Langa won’t be able to fuck him properly without lube, but the spit is enough that the head can breach him.
Reki has to bite his lip to keep from crying out at the sting of it. He watches through a haze of tears, as Joe holds Cherry’s legs open for the camera and tugs him down onto his cock. Langa’s hips jerk forward, and Reki takes more of him, focusing on the outline of Joe’s cock in Cherry’s stomach.
“Fuck,” Joe grunts, and Reki’s balls tighten. “Gonna come, Kaoru…”
With that, Cherry’s eyes roll back, his pretty cock shooting jets of cum out over Joe’s thighs. Langa makes a noise into Reki’s hair. It’s accompanied by a hot burst as Langa releases just inside of his entrance. Miya whimpers as he, too, finds release.
From the angle, Reki can perfectly see the way Cherry’s ass shudders and tightens, and Joe curses loudly, his cock visibly pulsing as his pleasure crests.
That’s all it takes, no movement of his hand on his cock, no lazy thrusting from Langa behind him, Reki comes like he’s seeing god.
The stream ends before any of them have time to catch their breath, and it’s like the black screen breaks the spell. The boys scramble to right themselves and get on pretending that this never happened. Reki grimaces at the stickiness of his underwear, and grabs Langa’s arm to leave, but then a chime sounds from Miya’s computer.
They turn in unison just in time to see two messages flash across the screen. Langa’s eyes go wide, Miya laughs nervously, and Reki once again wonders why he couldn’t just have a normal day.
Daddy 🌞Thanks kiddo, I owe you one 👍
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Mommy 🌸Cute username, traitor. Next time the gorilla gives you access to his bank card, I expect you to pay double.
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