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Donghyuck has done this so many times before, but the blinking red light of the camera that sits over the sizeable monitor screen they got still remains so foreign to him. It’s just another day in the office for him – except, he’s naked with nothing but lipgloss and just the right amount of peachy pink eyeshadow on his eyes. His boyfriend, Mark, would love this.
The room is cold. Mark must have left the air conditioner on, but they will definitely need it one for what they’re about to do. The air feels arctic against his freshly washed skin and lengthy legs. This won’t last long because, after every session, he usually ends up with messy hair and a layer of sweat draping all over his body.
He begins to stretch and roll around the bed. A fresh change of sheets always feels the best and it reminds him that he needs to change the bedding of their room. The silkiness feels divine against his smooth legs as he closes his eyes and lets out a seductive moan.
Ping.
Ping.
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The familiar sound of the viewers’ donations reverberated through the room. He jolts up to look at the screen to see the chat is alive with comments and anticipation. Donghyuck forgot that he has gone live this entire time.
It’s show time.
“Hi, everyone,” he greets them with a coy smile. “Mark-hyung is a bit busy preparing. It’s just us.”
His back lengthens to reveal his curves, stiffened nipples and lax cock. The comments go berserk at the sight of his body. Donghyuck smiles deviously as the donation counter ticks rapidly. He experimentally puts a finger into his mouth and sucks sensually. His eyes never leave the lens of the camera. While looking innocent and coy, Donghyuck knows exactly what he’s doing and the effect of his action.
He tousles his fresh lock and threads his fingers through them before smiling sweetly, “I just dyed it. Do you guys like it?”
The chat is now moving at a neck-breaking pace and Donghyuck manages to catch a glimpse of a viewer who encourages him to show off his hole.
“You want to see my hole?” he smirks mischievously. “What if I get into trouble with hyung? Are you going to take responsibility for that?”
The chat goes wild once again, but not many replies were “yes”. The majority unitedly says they want to see his lover punishes him – that’s what they’re all here for. The fans pay good money to see Mark does unthinkable things to Donghyuck’s body, while the latter cries into the bed and accepts them. To be honest, he loves being punished by Mark, too.
It’s odd to say the very least. Neither of them expected to make a profession out of this. In fact, Mark was set up to be a lawyer and Donghyuck was doing just fine with his food science degree, but like a ship sailing in the vast ocean, they had no idea what they were doing with their life and a recession was glooming over their heads.
They say couples should never work in the same place as each other if they want to maintain a healthy relationship. For Donghyuck and Mark, it’s different. This was supposed to be a side gig to help with the mounting student debt, but eventually, their fanbase grew abruptly and it brought in the kind of earning that they could only dream of as broke college students. Aside from the ludicrous earning that comes with the job, Donghyuck likes having sex on camera and he enjoys seeing the person Mark becomes when they have sex on a live stream. It’s exciting to see his boyfriend, who is as meek as a lamb and so polite that it’s a crime, turn into a sexual deviant that oozes confidence and dominance. The mere thought of Mark in the bedroom makes Donghyuck’s dick throb.
“Aren’t you a bit too eager?” A voice chuckles.
Mark enters the room with nothing but a black Calvin Klein boxer hanging around his waist. Last summer, he was slimmer and packed with nothing but lean flesh. Ever since Jeno convinced him to join a local gym, Donghyuck notices the protruding muscles that ripple every time he manages to get his hand on his beau. Mark’s t-shirts are no longer baggy and hanging awkwardly on his body; instead, they are more fitted and clinging onto him like a second layer of skin.
Donghyuck doesn’t know if he has a strength kink, but just like everything in their life, it’s never too late to find out.
“The chat was asking to see my hole,” Donghyuck coyly says. He plays perfectly into the submissive role that the spectators love. It’s rather strange to see himself shying away from his usual assertiveness, but they have money to earn and bills to pay.
“So you’re just going to show off your hole to whoever asks you nicely?” Mark sneers, “what a fucking attention-seeking slut you are, baby.”
Mark’s fingers caress his jaws. Up close, his older boyfriend looks charismatic and overpowering. The way he stares down at Donghyuck makes everything seem more realistic than just a scene they do. It makes Donghyuck’s entire body tingle with excitement when Mark caresses his chin and brings him closer for a kiss.
Nothing is innocent about their kisses and they make sure to indicate it. Mark is in control and he makes it known to Donghyuck and their virtual audience. Teeth savagely biting and pulling on his baby’s plush lips. Donghyuck doesn’t fight back. Instead, he surrenders himself to Mark and allows the older to have the whole reign over what to do with his body.
“Since you love showing off so much, show hyung your tight hole, baby.” It’s not a request — it’s a command and Donghyuck obediently follows like a devoted cult follower and Mark is his leader.
On all four with his knees and palms sinking into the soft mattress, Donghyuck makes sure to arch his back and expose his luscious behind tauntingly. He knows his rim is slick and wet with lube. For added effect, he squeezes the muscle before releasing the tension. Judging by Mark’s chuckle alone and sudden slap that lands perfectly on his left cheek, Donghyuck knows he did well.
“Would you look at that,” Mark taunts, “our slut is just begging to be filled. He’s so fucking greedy. God, can’t wait to see this tight hole being stretched.”
Donghyuck moans. His dick is drooling a clear string of precum. Mark and his dirty talk tend to have that effect on him. His boyfriend, who could never get half a sentence out before turning into a shy stuttering mess before turning to Donghyuck helplessly for verbal aid, is confidently and abashedly spitting words of vulgarity and depravity.
The duality only turns Donghyuck on even more.
Two fingers because Mark knows Donghyuck can handle that much from the get-go. He doesn’t waste time — Mark hates dawdling and wasting time. Instead of letting Donghyuck adjust to the thrusting of his fingers, Mark shoves two more in. As they say, “don’t run before you can walk”, Donghyuck feels the instant expansion of his cavity as it’s being dilated by his darling’s four fingers.
“Baby, do you think you can take a full fist today? Do you want everyone to see how gaping your hole is after I have my entire fist inside it?” Mark encourages.
They’ve tested with fisting before, but it was under a more intimate circumstance where it was just them and the bedroom — no camera and onlookers. Donghyuck was afraid at first, but the euphoria of feeling Mark’s balled-up hand trespasses his intimate part made him shiver and cock spilled without a pause. Afterwards, they took a short teasing clip of how his opening is struggling to close.
He felt it for days after that.
The sudden thought of being fisted is arousing, but Mark appears to be going back on his words. The four fingers are withdrawn and Donghyuck needily whines for more. His ass is paraded pervertedly, as he presents his ready hole for fucking. This is supposed to just work for them, but Donghyuck is horny and Mark’s appendage is the only thing that could satisfy him right now. Being fucked by his favourite person on camera for money is Donghyuck’s favourite pass time.
“Hyung,” Donghyuck whines. Lube is leaking profusely from his effort of keeping his cheeks parted and ass proudly presented to the observing fans. “Need your dick please.”
“Fucking dumb needy slut. Good as nothing but a cock warming thing. Must be so good at it because your hole is still so tight and warm even after taking fake and real cocks every day.”
Mark laughs. It’s the kind of mocking laugh that makes you feel humiliated. It’s painful and sharp enough to stab your pride. Anyone would back away in shame, but not Donghyuck. He basks in the shaming and his toes curl at the snarky degradation.
Their friends have always told him how different they are. Donghyuck is a portrait of sunshine with a smile that radiates the energy of the entire galaxy, while Mark is a boring puzzle with several pieces missing; yet, he doesn't mind that one bit. Being with Mark brings a different kind of excitement – the kind that makes his gut lurches and somersaults from the mere thought of it. People mistake being safe as boring, but their relationship is adventurous in a different form.
That form is sex and intimacy. Sex with Mark is far from boring. Donghyuck has been with many people, but Mark makes him kneel on his knees for more. They understand the limits and where the boundary can be pushed. People think Mark is a push-over who lets his boyfriend run his life, but that's the superficial crust of their relationship. What's important is behind closed doors when Donghyuck gives Mark the rein to his body. He is malleable to Mark’s commands only.
“You deserve cocks,” Mark reprimands, “but you deserve to be fucked?”
“Yes,” Donghyuck breathes out.
Hand carding through Donghyuck’s hair, but the touch is neither gentle nor loving. Instead, Mark has gathered a handful of the younger’s wavy hair and yanks the lock back. Donghyuck’s spin and neck align into a fragile arch that is mesmerising and ephemeral.
Voice low and teasing, Mark hisses into Donghyuck’s ears, “No, baby. You don’t get to decide. They will decide for you.”
He forgot they have an audience to please. They eye the screen next to the camera where a flurry of comments rolls at an unreadable speed. Donghyuck doesn’t need to read it to know what his fans want. They are here to see one thing and that is to see Donghyuck getting fucked silly by dicks.
Ping.
Ping.
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“Our audience is being very generous to you today, baby,” Mark hums. “They all want to see your whorish hole fucked. Let’s give them what they want.”
Mark steps out of the room. Donghyuck finds his eyes following his boyfriend’s toned back and his inside is boiled with the urge to leave kisses and bite marks along the flank of Mark’s spine. Perhaps uniform red lines created by his trimmed nails would look amazing on the canvas of Mark’s skin.
“Baby, are you still with me?” Mark whispers as his knees sink into the supple mattress that Donghyuck has been sitting on. His hands are gingerly holding a black silk bag. “Colour?”
Eyes peering straight at Mark and a smile carved across his face, Donghyuck replies breathlessly, “Green. So fucking green for you, hyung.”
Their lips meet in a kiss that could only be described as an eruption of passion and heat with tongues pirouetting around each other in an allegro tempo. The taste of Mark is something Donghyuck could savour forever. He whines quietly when the other breaks away to remind him they have a show to put on and a hardcore following to please.
Donghyuck is pushed onto his back. Slender legs spread apart once again and facing the camera, he shivers when a finger glides across the crevice of his ass. A single digit is plunged back into his heat to test the wetness and judging by Mark’s pleased hum, there must be enough lube for the next act of their broadcast.
“Since you like having your little slut hole stretched to the max, I got you a present.” Mark dangles the object in front of Donghyuck’s eyes to make it known that it’s a minted toy he had just acquired. “Do you like it, baby?”
Liking it is an overstatement. Donghyuck has a plethora of toys; from mundane types, like dildoes and vibrators, to exotic types, like an automatic pumping cocksleeve and a dildo that follows the rhythm of the music. Some of them were brought by either him or Mark for their personal use, and some of them were given by sponsors. The toy Mark has in his hands is nothing out of the ordinary. It’s a plain black dildo with an average length and a slightly smaller girth. What is strange about it is the handpump attached to its base.
It’s an inflatable dildo.
Donghyuck has seen it, but due to his array of toys, he never felt the need to obtain one for experimentation. Seeing Mark holding it makes his heart leaps in anticipation. The possibility of being filled to the brim and not having control of when he could stop it excites Donghyuck. A part of him hopes, Mark will fuck him into the realm of overstimulation after his hole takes the dildo at its biggest.
Fingers ghost along the cords of his spines. Mark’s touch is feather-light, but Donghyuck couldn’t help but shiver. Muscles twitch and breaths stutter, he tries to contain the brewing excitement when he feels something smooth and cold against his muggy skin.
It’s not the toy that slips into his channel and worms its way up his passage. Something smaller and rounder – like an egg vibrator – is marching up towards his delicate erogenous region. Donghyuck finally gets his answer when a low hum of vibration reverberates across his body. The sudden stimulation renders him speechless as his fingers clamp the sheet for support. His phallus twinges and pearls of sweat begin to roll down his temples and back.
“H-hyung!” the younger boy cries. Mark is being unforgiving as he cranks the speed to the highest. It spears into the pleasure centre and Donghyuck is tearing up from the impending doom of release. “Too–fuck–too m-much.”
“Baby, you can’t cum just yet,” Mark chortles as the vibrator’s speed decreases drastically. “We haven’t even used our new toy yet.”
With the building up of a climax dies down, Donghyuck could finally catch his breath. However, that is proven to be short-lived as he feels something else coaxing his entrance to open up. Mark isn’t gentle with his method – Donghyuck doesn’t want him to be anyway since having his body being haphazardly used for sex by his boyfriend is a part of their fun. The toy sinks past his circumference easily. By now, the younger has taken enough phallic objects and toys without difficulty. Mark doesn’t wait for his boyfriend to get comfortable with the toy. Instead, the dildo is driven to the hilt and it sits snuggly within Donghyuck. The feeling is familiar but doesn’t dismiss the nudging sensation against his prostate. It’s hard to maintain composure and break away from the scene when his cock is threatening to spill from the internal stimulation alone.
“Look at you,” Mark praises, “taking cocks so well as always. I’m so proud of you, baby.”
“T-thank you, hyung.” The older chuckles at the breakage in Donghyuck’s words. His sweet baby is trying his best to stop the climax from snowballing out of control, but the effort is futile, especially with what he is about to do next.
Then, Donghyuck feels it. The sound of air rushing into the toy. It expands the silicone material and stretches his wall abruptly. Its bulbous head pushed the vibrator deeper into the sensitive depth and Donghyuck couldn’t help but let out a choked wail. Even with the vibrator operating on its lowest setting, the orgasm is looming over him, threatening to arrive without warning. His nimble fingers grasp the wrinkled sheet under him as the pressure against his prostate grows significantly. Eyes closed and nails digging into the mattress, Donghyuck whimpers pathetically as the dildo inflates and slams the smaller toy farther into his sensitive internal glands.
Rather than giving him the mercy and time he needs to adjust, Mark taunts him cruelly, “baby, I thought you can take more than this. This is nowhere near as thick as my fist. Maybe this is enough for today.”
Ping.
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The sound of messages flooding into their live chat is deafening. Donghyuck doesn’t need to take a glance at it to know the audience is expressing their disappointment. Tears line his eyelash as Donghyuck tries to compose. He is a people-pleaser by nature and a performer – sure, it’s depraved fantasy and sex acts that he is presenting, but it’s still a performance nevertheless. Besides, he is desperate to be fucked by a real cock – specifically, Mark’s manhood – and he knows for a fact, that his hole will be filled regardless by his lovely boyfriend on-camera or off-camera.
“M–ngh–more.” Donghyuck voice is small and barely audible amongst the sound of his own breathing.
“What is it? I can’t hear you.”
He repeats a bit louder and more coherent this time, “I need more. P-please.”
“I can’t hear you.”
“Please give me more.” Donghyuck grows more frantic by the minute. He makes an effort to flaunt his ass and flash his plugged cavity to the camera. “Hyung, p-please fuck my slutty hole more. I wa-want more. I–my hole can take more than this. Fuck me more. Gape my ass, please.”
Pleased with what he has heard, Mark begins to fill the dildo with more air. His gaze glows with fascination as he watches the muscle of Donghyuck’s rim widen along with the toy. Donghyuck mewls and the sheet in his grip is soiled with tears and drool. The head of the toy is ramming into his sensitive nerves. His lower stomach is weighted down from the inside. His breathing grows thinner as his lungs flail for gulps of air.
“Would you look at that?” Mark coos, pushing the toy deeper and rejoicing when his young boyfriend involuntarily gasps a tad louder for the observers. “I don’t think this is enough for my baby. Don’t you think his hole needs more?”
Ping.
Ping.
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Ping.
The sound of the chat is muffled by the crescendo of the egg vibrator. Donghyuck’s lower half is overcoming with zinging pleasure as his cock is now drooling ineptly with precum like a leaky faucet. The helplessness and lack of control he’s feeling are burning into his skin and it mimics the same high as one would feel from ingesting their favourite narcotic. No such words could describe the euphoria of being on his hands and knees as his favourite person in the world uses his body for their entertainment. Donghyuck feels like he could easily reach climax with this alone, but nothing could be the sensation of being penetrated by Mark’s shaft.
His knees buckle and his arms shake under his own body weight. The toy is jamming deeper and Mark isn’t showing any mercy with the pumping system. The toy continues to enlarge and pushes against his wall and weighing his lower tummy down. As curious as he may be, Donghyuck couldn’t will himself to open his eyes without tipping the fine balance of control over his orgasm.
“M-Mark-hyung,” he whines helplessly, “no–ah fuck–no–please–nghh–no more.”
“A bit more, baby. My pretty baby can take more for than this.” The older encourages him as he resumes to fill the toy with more air. As the dildo expands, Donghyuck finds it harder to catch a stable breath. His eyes squeezed shut as he reminds himself to inhale through his nose and exhale through his mouth slowly. “Look. Look at how pretty you are like this. Your tummy is so round and big, baby.”
He could feel it. His midsection is heavy and there is no doubt that his lower stomach is distended because of the toy. It has happened before, and Mark is aware that it’s one of Donghyuck’s favourite kinks. The thought of being stuffed to his very limit that his organs are rearranged and his stomach bloated to make room for a massive appendage is extremely arousing. However, Donghyuck doesn’t dare to look out of fear that he will climax from the sight alone.
“HYUNG!!!!!!!!” Donghyuck screams.
He doesn’t hold back; he couldn’t hold back his scream even if he wants to. The power of the vibrator has been wickedly amplified and the dildo multiplies in size. The combination is lethal and Donghyuck is hurled over the edge of the cliff of pleasure. His stiff length shoots ropes of white and stains the wrinkled sheet under him. Despite discharging whatever cum he has left, the orgasm blisters his skin as it burns deeper and deeper without an end in sight. No more much pleading he is spilling out, Mark refuses to put a stop to it. Unable to hold himself up anymore, Donghyuck collapses and that is when he feels it. His swollen tummy hits the ground first and the impact leaves him crying in pleasure. Donghyuck thrashes and sobs as the stimulation refuses to subside.
“Hyung, please no more. I ca-can’t–please–no more, hyung. I-I will do anything-uh uh ah–anything you want. Please make it stop. I will–fuck–good for you, h-hyung. It’s too–” Donghyuck blabbers between his bouts of sobbing. His eyes shed tears liberally as he begs for mercy, but when he makes eye contact with Mark, all Donghyuck could see is the sadistic lust and mirth.
Rather than stopping or turning down the vibration, Mark gives the pump a few more squeezes and smiles when his boyfriend’s cries grow impeccably loud. He could see Donghyuck’s eyes rolling back to his skull and toes curling into the sole of his feet as a reflex. Incoherent words and gibberish are leaving the younger’s lips as his body jerks violently in tandem with pleasure. The sight is stunning and Mark is truly enthralled. He wants to capture this moment indefinitely and let it be archived because the scene is beautifully played out just like how he wants. Donghyuck looks perfect like this – perfect for use and perfect for fucking.
Mark waits for him to use their safeword, but nothing comes. He waits for Donghyuck to shout out that his colour is red, but still nothing. The display of stubbornness and extreme resilience turns Mark on. Donghyuck may appear to be out of control, but this is what he wants – he wants to be pliant and willingly relinquish all the power he has.
The vibrator is buzzing at its highest setting and Donghyuck’s delirious thrashing ceases. He merely lays there, mouth-frothing and numb from the bliss of being overstimulated. His cock isn’t oozing with milky white slick anymore. Instead, a tidal of thin, transparent liquid is spilling from his cockhead. With every breath he takes, Donghyuck’s abdomen muscles constrict and push streams of squirting juice from his reddened and sore opening, but with the dildo nudging his midsection, the whole ordeal is becoming uncomfortable. His surrounding is damp and sodden with a mixture of his own cum, squirting and cold sweat. The sheet latches onto his flawless sun-blessed skin as he tries to move.
“Y-yellow,” Donghyuck croaks weakly, “hyung, I’m–ah–yellow.”
Mark swiftly kills the vibration and rolls his boyfriend onto his back. Donghyuck blinks blearily as he feels Mark sweeping his sticky bang away from his eyes. Disregarding the fact they are still rolling in front of an invisible crowd, his body is propped and rested against the older’s sturdy chest. The warmth of his boyfriend’s skin calms Donghyuck down and it brings him back to his sense. He did call out the yellow signal, but it feels like he threw the towel down.
“Are you okay, bub?” Mark asks sweetly. Voice smooth and low like rich honey dripping tantalizingly. The change in pet names means they’re out of the scene now. “Should we call it a day?”
Donghyuck is unwilling to end the scene here. “I need–just need a moment.”
“You did great, love.” The compliment enhances the blush on his cheeks. “You looked so pretty squirting around a fake cock. Imagine if I fuck you again, would you squirt like you just did?”
God, Donghyuck would love to squirt again on Mark’s thick and veiny member. The thought rekindles his appetite. His manhood shudders and hole flutters around the toys that are still embedded in him. Several sharp teeth grazing and nipping the junction between his neck and shoulder. The prickling sensation causes Donghyuck to moan and his eyes close out of reflex. He could hear the chat being revived from their brief interlude as the sound of donation once again floods their ears. His boyfriend takes the opportunity to pinch the protruding nubs on his chest. With nipples being plucked and rolled in between Mark’s adept fingers, Donghyuck puckers his lips for a kiss.
“Needy.” He hears his boyfriend remarks, but still dives in for a kiss.
This kiss is more carnal and loaded with thirst. The wet sound of their tongue clashing and spit swapping is obnoxiously loud and so filthy that it would make a conservative churchgoer goes maddeningly red. When their lips leave each other, Mark sticks out his tongue and Donghyuck eagerly wraps his plump lips around it. Without an ounce of shame, he obscenely sucks on it as he would do with any phallus-shaped object or his boyfriend’s manhood. It’s a racy sight of debauchery and erotic craze that makes their bodies tingle with lust.
“Can you fuck me now?” Donghyuck pouts, lips cheekily leaving an innocuous smooch behind. “With the vibrator inside me? I want to squirt on your cock this time.”
“Since you ask so nicely.”
The vibrator is roaring back to life, but this time it stays at mid-speed – just enough to leave Donghyuck breathless and bothered. He feels Mark twisting the release valve of the dildo and the toy shrinks significantly. In a haste, he grabs his boyfriend’s hand to stop the fake cock from deflating further. Mark makes a noise of surprise but obeys his order anyway.
“I want you to pull the entire thing out as it is. I want to feel my hole gaping from it,” Donghyuck begs. Mark doesn’t look convinced; not after his call for an intermission. “Please, hyung?”
That seems to do the trick because Mark doesn’t release any more air out of the toy. Instead, he grabs the jutting base of the dildo and experimentally pulls it. Despite losing some of its girths, the thing is persistently lodged inside Donghyuck. The more Mark tugs, the more it gyrates against the forgotten vibrator and digs it further into his prostate.
“Look at the screen, baby,” Mark urges him, “look how wide your hole is gaping.”
True to his words, Donghyuck’s entrance is dilated as it creates a suction around the body of the moving toy when he glances at the monitor screen in front of them. The black shaft snakes out torturously slow and with the last few centimetres of length left, Donghyuck pushes it out with a loud and wet pop. The remaining lubricant pours out and joins the mess between his legs.
Mark bends his legs into his chest to unveil his gaping rim to the camera. The chat goes crazy at the view. Yet Donghyuck couldn’t help but feels empty all of a sudden. The distension that was there is now gone and he misses being filled to the brim by a hefty cock – even if it was a fake cock.
Immediately, two fingers jam the wide opening and Donghyuck sighs into the fullness. It’s not enough, but it will do for now.
“Do you want to show everyone how cute you look when you ride me?” Mark strokes himself lazily.
Rather than answering the suggestion, Donghyuck lifts himself unsteadily and situates his quivering private part over the awaiting dick under him. The squelching of the lube as he sinks himself onto the length. The muscular perimeter locks and swallows Mark’s cock expertly and Donghyuck moans lewdly as his wall envelopes the penetrating phallus. The feverish heat of his boyfriend inside and the choking grip on his cock leave Mark panting weakly. No amount of toys could replace the real things.
The descent is gradual, but when he is finally seated on the manhood, Donghyuck rejoices from the fullness. He feels the tip pressing just shy of where his belly button is and grazing deliciously against his bundle of nerves. A satisfied smile unfurls across his face as he uses a finger to the bulging lower end of his tummy. Despite being split open and left agape by the dildo, Mark’s burly penis is enough to fill the void.
“So b-big, hyung,” Donghyuck cries, “you–ah–your cock i-is the fucking–ah yes–the best.”
Despite the fervent need to ride the older’s manhood more, Donghyuck is worn out from his previous orgasm and minutes into fucking himself on his boyfriend’s length, he slumps back in exhaustion. Disappointed and displeased, a choked sob escapes Donghyuck’s pouty lips as he rotates his hips to get himself closer to the needed climax. It’s not enough. He wants to be pounded and fucked dumb.
Mark goes back to his teasing self as he watches his boyfriend’s sullen face. “Is baby too tired to fuck himself? Lemme help you.”
Mark digs his heels into the mattress and bucks his hip upward. The motion drives his length right into his boyfriend’s prostate. Sore and sensitive from his orgasm, Donghyuck whimpers in Mark’s hold. Tears cascade down his pinkish cheeks as his lover fucks into his hole. The length is girthy enough to spear past his most sensitive part and the wall of muscle embraces it.
“Everyone, Mark-hyung is–ah–fucking m-me so good,” he weeps to the camera. The chat scrolls faster as the viewers send their reactions to the debauched scene. Donghyuck circularly rubs his bulging tummy with a dopey but pleased grin, feeling his hyung’s cock moving under his skin. “Do you g-guys see this? Hyung’s co-cock is so big that–ngh–it makes me–my tummy round–ah.”
Unbothered to restrain his pleasure, Donghyuck lets his chubbed-up cock spew. There is no cum left for the release, instead, pellucid squirting juice sprays unapologetically at the camera. His moans and cries increase ten-fold as Mark continues to pummel his hole. Donghyuck weakly lays in his boyfriend’s arms, back resting against his chest and listening to the drumming of his heart. The younger’s lanky legs are elevated and his hole is exposed to the spectators like a King boasting his prized treasure to his subjects. He wants everyone to know that only he – Mark Lee – could fuck this hole and the closest experience anyone could get to do this is through the lens of their camera.
By now, Donghyuck is exhausted and the gut-wrenching orgasm has left him limp and lifeless, but Mark doesn’t stop. His speed picks up and his thrusting only grows more powerful. With the remote for the vibrator in his hand, Mark lets the toy accelerates to its max speed. Donghyuck begins to babble disjointed words feebly. His tongue feels stout and pudgy in his mouth and a thin line of saliva dribbles down the corner of his parted lips. Donghyuck has been well and truly fucked dumb by his boyfriend in front of thousands of onlookers who are watching them through the camera.
Mark laughs mockingly at the sight, “look how fucked out he is. I bet if I breed him full of my cum now, he wouldn’t even protest. Is that right, baby?”
Donghyuck makes a noise that is akin to an agreement – too fatigued to even answer adequately. The velocity of Mark’s thrusts wavers. The vibration of the toy and Donghyuck’s tightness rinse out every last ounce of his restrain and bring him closer to his orgasm. With a loud grunt, his cock buries in the abyss of his sweetheart’s hole. They moan in unison as Mark douses his baby’s canal with his white viscous milk.
In the final act of their performance, Mark pulls his cock out and frees his length from the grip of the younger’s rim. The deposit of cum munificently trickles onto the sordid sheets. In an effort to leave a good impression before ending the broadcast, Mark smears the remnant of his release around Donghyuck’s puffy entrance and watches it flexes at the touch.
“That’s it for today, everyone,” The eldest of the two announces. He lays his boyfriend onto the sullied bed and the younger curls into a fetal position out of lethargy. “Thank you for tuning in for today’s show. See you all next time.”
Just like that, Mark exits the live broadcast and disconnects the camera. He unplugs the bright studio lights before heading back to the bed where Donghyuck has unfurled and dreamily looks back at him. Even in his drained state, Mark watches his sweetheart wink cheekily with a smile that tells him the younger is satisfied with their session. Not wanting to miss his chance again, Mark grabs the polaroid camera on their desk.
He instructs, “smile for me.”
Donghyuck obeys with legs folded into his chest to make sure his swollen and cum-laden entrance is in the frame. The flash blinds him momentarily, but he tries his best to maintain the pose. They wait for the film to fully develop before examining the final product together. The shot looks innocuous enough, but with his bare hole visible and a trail of white residue between his thighs, the picture is as sinful as it could get. This is for Mark’s viewing privilege only.
“You did great today, bub.” Mark kisses his damp cheek before nuzzling his neck affectionately. “Do you want me to run a bath?”
“I don’t think I can walk all the way there,” Donghyuck whines petulantly. “Carry me there?”
“Of course.”
“Hyung,” the younger calls out for his boyfriend, who has just turned away to pick up his discarded underwear.
“Yes, bub?”
“Thank you.”
“Anything for you.”
“I love you, hyung.”
“I love you too, Hyuckie.” Mark scoops up his spent body and they make their way to the door adjacent to their bed.
The sound of their kisses overshadows the running taps. They may have allocated a tad too much time to giggling and riling up each other, but that’s Mark and Donghyuck’s routine. They kiss, they fuck, but most importantly, they love each other. This is the kind of private ritual that the cameras and the viewers will never get to see. This moment is for them to share with no one else but each other.