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Sam quit his job.
It was great. The feeling was indescribable, and the look on the former boss, Morris’ face... Ooh…
When he asked for the “urgent return of Joja Corp Uniforms,” Sam had all three of his jumpsuits bundled up, ready to go, in a plastic Joja Co bag. He lifted the bag above his head and slowly swung it around like a mace until it picked up enough momentum to fling across the store. It landed with a soft crinkle directly on Morris’ desk.
His beady black eyes stared at the bag on his desk and then back to Sam as he inhaled a deep breath that would be used to threaten and scold. There could be steam coming out of his ears. Joja Pawn #3300090 was so pissed off.
Fucking awesome!
“ADÍOS BITCH!!!” Sam flipped him off with both hands for flourish, holding a strange stance that could be threatening but resembling a ticked-off praying mantis instead. Praying mantis’ could be threatening—whatever, It didn’t matter. Sam was satisfied. Shane even smiled for once, holding back a laugh as he conveniently invoiced stock near the confrontation.
And Sebastian was waiting right outside those damned sliding doors. Sam was stomping out of there, laughing before Morris could spittle back in his face. It’s over. He’s free!
Because his BOYFRIEND, his loving, compassionate, gorgeous BOYFRIEND, graciously offered him support. Did he mention his BOYFRIEND? Yeah. BOYFRIEND.
It feels good to think. To say. To dream. All about his boyfriend, S E B A S T I A N.
He thought he was crazy before— No, now? Now that he has Sebastian in his arms every night, blessed to kiss his lips at any chance— it’s so much worse.
It’s been three days.
The best fucking three days of my liiiiiiife!
Sebastian waited outside the sliding doors. Sam hears that disgusting chime-bell-jingle for the last fucking time as he walks out those doors and straight up to his boyfriend.
“How did it go? You look angry— Oh-“ Sebastian had stubbed out his cigarette by now, but it still lingered as he crossed the short distance and latched onto Sebastian’s arm.
“I could take you right here,” Sam says in a low voice, drawing his boyfriend closer by the solid grip on his forearm. “Thank you for allowing me to do this.”
“Woah?” Sebastian breathes out, mouth parted in shock.
Sam drops his arm, calming himself. “Sorry. That felt great. What an adrenaline rush! Woo! Let’s get out of here. I’m sure we’ll get trespassed soon, and,” The bright blue Joja walls keep him on edge, “I… I need..” When he focuses on the deep color of Sebastian’s eyes, his previous unbridled rage falls flat.
“Let’s go.” Sebastian nods, eyebrows raised in pleasant surprise, already understanding the meaning behind Sam’s unspoken words.
Sam quit his stupid fucking dumb ass ugly stupid dumb excruciating job, and now he’s going to ravish his boyfriend. His best friend. The man he was pining over and fantasizing over, the object of his week-long perverted goon session—his Sebastian.
And he wants me too! He loves me!
Sam was struck with such a strong sense of surreality with the turn of events. After they confessed, well, they didn’t confess before they— the sequence isn’t necessary—- When Sam was plastered to Sebastian’s bed, a sheen of sweat coating every part of his body, heart beating out his chest, cum leaking out of his ass— wait—
He couldn’t believe it.
Sam was in a sense of shock for hours. For days. Even now, as he pushes Sebastian down across the familiar black sheets, kissing him with every ounce of passion in his body.
“Fuck, would’ve—“ Sebastian can barely get a word out between Sam’s fervent kisses, “told you to quit— earlier if— it meant you—-“
“Yeah, yeah,” Sam holds his weight up his hands to look Sebastian in the eyes, “When are you gonna let me fuck you?”
“Sam.” Sebastian’s eyes grow wide, his cheeks reddening even further, “What’s gotten into you?”
“Nothin… You’re my boyfriend? Right?” Sam’s lip curls up slightly, “Right?” It only settles when Sebastian nods with a laugh, “When can I be inside of you.”
The amused smile drops off Sebastian’s, mouth parted in shock. Shouldn’t he be the one used to deadpan humor?
“You. Are insane.” Sebastian's arms curl across his chest as Sam lowers himself on top of him, letting his complete weight rest on his body. “Oofh—“ Sam tenses up his muscles momentarily, giggling when Sebastian groans underneath him.
“Lemme smash. Please. Can I at least suck your dick again?” Sam relaxes, hooking his arms around Sebastian’s neck, giving the best pouty face he can muster. Now that he knows Sebastian likes it, it’s unstoppable.
But… Honestly, Sam was trying to be light-hearted about it. He kinda assumed.. he thought, maybe, he would have, or could have, or they’d… Sam thought he would have fucked Sebastian in the ass by now. Maybe three days is too soon, but— I’ve known him for years. He said he’s wanted this for years— why hold back?
And he already took my fucking virginity, what else do I have to give him?! The day after Sam’s first encounter with The Light, he couldn’t walk right, let alone give Sebastian the ‘best dicking of his life.’ But the thought was there. Oh, it was there. Screaming at the barriers of his consciousness even as he winced sitting down.
#worthit
The day after that… Sam tried- pleaded, begged, but Sebastian told him, “You’re still limping. You want both of us out of commission? No way.”
“I am NOT limping.”
It didn’t work. But! Sam won a treat. Sucking cock was kinda fun. He liked feeling Sebastian’s heartbeat on his tongue and really enjoyed his expressions, the sounds— all too familiar.
If Sebastian had never started his second job as an audio-centric sex worker, he doesn’t think they would even be together. It’s ridiculous that getting them together took that big of a push, but Sam was so grateful.
He should thank Obsidian’s subscribers for supporting him in his work… their money is also going to… Sam.. now.
Sebastian is so generous.
“Suck my- God, Sam. You’re incredible.”
But not generous enough for Sam to pin him to bed like he had implied so heavily before. What is up??? Hello,???
“I’m incredible? I thought I was insane?”
Sebastian looked around to think, another sly smile, “You can be both.”
He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed answers. Now. Sam’s voice sounds weird to his ears, too soft and far too squeaky. “You know, you can tell me why you don’t want to. I won’t be mad. I just want to know. I thought you wanted…” Sam leans his head into Sebastian’s shoulder, hiding his face. The adrenaline has faded into something else. He feels a little… self-conscious.
Maybe Sebastian didn’t want this. Maybe he regrets it.
“Hey— stop that. I can see you overthinking. I know that face.” Sebastian foils his plan, lifting his chin up to have those dark eyes peer into his. “I want it just as bad as you. I’ll be honest. I have to record soon. I know I won’t want to after you get to me first. I’ll record something short tonight, and then we can… Hah,” Sebastian’s eyes rip off of his and stare straight up at the ceiling; he’s embarrassed—“if you want...”
“Mmhm, Okay.” Sam nods enthusiastically, knocking Sebastian’s hand off his chin. Sebastian’s embarrassment must fade as he smiles, carding his fingers through Sam’s hair instead.
Now that they were together, it dawned on Sam that Sebastian had held a lot back throughout their friendship. Sebastian would give him these (previously confusing) open looks, staring into his soul like Sam was the only person in the world—like Sam was his everything.
He barely grasped the concept of Sebastian’s longing through his own desires; it must have been awful feeling so strongly about someone an arm’s length away for years. Years! He never thought anyone would be infatuated with him, let alone his best friend, who witnessed his most awkward and embarrassing moments.
Still, Sebastian felt this strongly for years while stuffing it all inside. No wonder he took up that job. He had no outlet. Can you yearn through audio porn? That’s what it seemed like.
Sam loved it. He still loves it. He’ll listen to the audio Sebastian makes tonight and,
And….
Oh. Wait.
Hooooooold up.
“What if… hear me out,” Sam starts defending himself immediately when the lovey-dovey look on Sebastian’s face switches into alarm the moment he recognizes the tone in Sam’s voice, “Seb, just for a second, listen-“
“Spit it out.” Sebastian rolls his eyes. And he calls me sassy—
“Spit it out? Like you spat on me?” Sam rolls across Sebastian to flop onto his back, holding at his chest in a particular spot to prove even more of a point.
“I said I’m sorry— how long are you going to bring that up.” Sebastian grabs Sam’s wrist and rubs his hand over the spot as if it could dust off the spit from three days ago. Sam has already taken multiple showers and a bath (the one Sebastian drew for him, candles, gentle music, rose petals in the water, and all. He explained it was to relax his muscles after their fight. I didn’t know you needed flower petals for that.) The gesture is appreciated, though.
“Forever! You spit on me.” Sam quirked an eyebrow, deflecting, “I didn’t know you were freaky like that.”
“Tell me what you were thinking now before you forget.” Sebastian holds back a smile and tries to regain control, a serious look falling over him.
“Hey, I would not forget this! This is not the first time I—“
“Tell me now, or I will roll over and take a nap.”
Sam gasps so loudly it could echo between the basement walls, “That’s just mean,” He says, tsking, shaking his head slowly.
“Sam!” Sebastian breaks, smiling as he tugs on his arm, “Tell me.”
“Okayokayokay, So… what if.. like.. what if I was to…” Sam couldn’t find the words now that all the attention was on him, scanning around the room to avoid eye contact. It’s just too much. Being pinned under Sebastian’s gaze still has the same mind-bending effect on him.
“It’s okay…” Sebastian drops his hand off his arm to scoop his hand up in his grasp, thumb rubbing into the skin reassuringly, “…Just say it.”
Sam makes a pathetic noise that sounds close to a whimper, and his words jumble together in a string, “Whatdidyoumeanbylivecollabs?”
Sebastian’s thumb stops rubbing at his skin to squeeze his hand tighter, “Oh. I..” Now, Sebastian is the one stalling, dark irises flickering over Sam’s face as he tries to devise the words.
“It was just wishful thinking.”
Alright. So it wasn’t about Sam. It could’ve been anybody. Sebastian would have.. recorded with anyone? Is that what it is? Sam read this all wrong. Hhhhah, I’m not as special as I think.
“Woooaaah, what- no- that’s not- why are you deflating? Sam,” Sebastian interlocks his fingers with his, squeezing his hand a couple of times as he tries to get a better look into Sam’s eyes, “Man, I can’t be mysterious around you. I wanted it to be you. But that’s.. another level of pervert you did not sign up for. Forget about it.“
“Wait.” Sam meets Seb with wide eyes, that confirms it, alright, okay!, his confidence soars, “With me?”
“Yeah- don’t. Don’t rub it in- fuck.” Sebastian starts squirming away when Sam’s smile grows into a smirk, “Yeah, with you. I thought about it. If we’re airing it out… I’ve thought about many things. Who do you think I was picturing in my scenarios?” Sebastian crowds up his space again like he never left, the grip on his hand tethering them together.
“Sebastian…” Sam can’t form a thought besides his name, suddenly feeling small under his eyes. Sam had hoped that’s what spurred his intensely thought-out NSFW scenarios, that he was the target of his demented fantasies, but hearing it come out of Sebastian’s mouth felt like a punch in the gut. It awoke something deep within his consciousness that he couldn’t identify yet. The first crack of hot oil, the first raindrop on dry earth, it came unnoticed. With the hot warmth traveling down his naval, his attention was directed elsewhere. Sam felt like he needed to adjust his pants.
“See… I don’t know if it’s a good idea. I don’t think I’d be able to, uh, reign in it for the viewers…” Sebastian lets go of his hand to slowly trail his fingertips up Sam’s arm, pausing as they flit underneath his short sleeve and then back down his arm. The open teasing is something Sam doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to; it increased astronomically the moment they officially got together, “And speaking of viewers… Sam, do you think you could handle thousands of people listening to you cum?”
“Ohmmgosh—“ A wave of embarrassment breaks over him, raising his hands to hide his face in them.
“Yeah? Did you think about that?” Sebastian seems to be pleased, a sickening tone to his voice, “Listening to you whining… moaning,” he pokes an exposed part of Sam’s cheek between his fingers, “Wow, you’re red. It makes me think you like the idea.”
“Aah,” Sam rips his hands off his face and folds them across his lap, literally twiddling his thumbs, “What are you talking about?”
“Oh, shit,” Sebastian genuinely looks a little surprised, “You like it? You little voyeur, I didn’t think you’d be an exhibitionist, too.”
“Heyhey—“ Sam holds his hands up in defense, trying to ignore how hot his cheeks feel, “You can’t say anything. Nothing about being freaky or whatever. You’re the reason I’m like this.”
“Don’t blame me for it. You’re born that way, baby.” Sebastian shuts up the anxiety building in Sam’s brain from the confession with a kiss on his lips, pulling away before Sam can even think to kiss back.
Sebastian smiles and then rolls out of the bed, stretching his shoulders as he casually walks towards his monitor. He always leaves Sam wanting more.
“What are you doing?” Sam watches Sebastian boot up his computer, lying on his side to prop himself up for a better look. Something hopeful and equally demonic in his head tells him Sebastian is setting up to record with Sam—
“Well, I can see you’re prepared,” Sebastian pauses, looking through one of his desk drawers to gesture to the erection in Sam’s pants with a pointed look, “And we’ve got nothing else to do…” Seb continues to rifle through the drawers like he didn’t chuck ten bags of hot coals into the fire.
Sam shifts his hips on the bed, letting his legs open slightly. Sebastian’s words had an undeniably impressive effect on him. He reached down to palm the apparent lump in his jeans, and his sigh of relief caught Sebastian’s attention.
“Don't touch yourself until we’re live,” Sebastian says without looking, continuing to fiddle with the monitor as if he didn’t give Sam a direct order.
Sam lets out a pitiful sound of disagreement but slowly drags his hand off the pulsing tent in his pants. He was so turned on he honestly believed his jeans might rip. He catches Sebastian stealing a glance at him before he turns back to the monitor, a barely there smirk on his lips.
Evil.
Before they jump into it and hit record. Sebastian sits on the bed with him to talk seriously about what this could lead to. That thousands of people will literally hear Sam cum in real-time. It’s difficult for his brain to wrap around, especially with the salacious words that do nothing to help the throbbing in his pants. But a new, burning excitement courses through him all the same. Even more so when Sebastian tells him this means their relationship will be confirmed, and the fans will… talk.. a lot. A lot. A LOT. He really stressed that part. That people comment insane things and don’t read too much into it they don’t actually know us and—
“I know. Don’t worry. I won’t freak out. I want this. Can I be real? I kinda… I kinda like that so many people want us together. It makes me feel weird in a good way.” Sam backpedals, “And it’s just personas, not like they can see us or anything, haha.”
“You surprise me every day in the best way possible—“ Sebastian kissed any remaining anxiety Sam had away. He could only pull Sebastian in closer as they tangled together on the bed, held in each other’s arms.
After making out for what seemed like hours but was only minutes (and he’d do it again.) Sebastian had the live-streaming platform ready to go. Budding anxiety and equal amounts of curious intrigue flooded through Sam. His heart was beating out his chest, his shirt collar felt too tight, and suddenly he was a little sweaty.
And achingly hard. Sebastian wouldn’t stop commenting on it any chance he got as he set up the microphone, plugged in the cords, and loaded up the site, all at a painstakingly slow pace.
“Please, Seb.” Sam sat on the edge of Sebastian’s bed, desperately waiting for his cue to spring into action.
“Someone’s impatient.” Sebastian was tinkering with some wire that most likely did not need to be tinkered with. It was only to prolong the inevitable, tease Sam until he was begging. Over the few days they’ve made it official, he realized just how much Sebastian liked Sam in the palm of his hand, hanging onto his every word and action. And really, he should’ve noticed it bleeding into their friendship before…
“Well, yeah. It’s starting to get uncomfortable,” Sam’s fingernails dug into his palms as he shifted on the bed, crossing a leg over the other and wincing as his jeans creased against him.
“I bet. You’ve been rock solid for half an hour! That’s talent right there.” The slight laugh in Sebastian’s voice has Sam biting back a snappy response. He only resists because he already knows it only leads to more torment, “How’s your head feeling? Being so endowed must have some downsides.”
“Sebastian!”
“Okay, okay. You’ve been patient enough. I’m really proud of you for sitting through my whole lecture. You didn’t start staring off once!” Sebastian stands with his hands on his hips, face relaxed. But Sam notices him straining against his jeans and can see he’s also holding back. Why. Why. Please.
“Wait,” Sebastian’s dark eyes flit around the room before another evil smile spreads across his lips, “I need to post a live stream announcement. Do you want to show off for the viewers, Sam?”
He couldn’t hold in the sigh that left him at Sebastian’s words, regaining himself after closing his eyes for a short moment, “What do you mean?”
Sebastian looks him up and down, eyes narrowing on his chest, “Take off your shirt.”
Sam gasps, already feeling so bare under Sebastian’s gaze.
“If that’s okay- we don’t have to. I was thinking if we cropped out our heads, like my profile picture, we could-“
“Yeah. I want to.” Sam couldn’t follow Sebastian’s order any longer; his hand slinks across his thigh to squeeze himself through his pants; the slight relief makes his mouth part in another soft sigh.
“Okay. Yes.” Sebastian’s demeanor cracks momentarily, and heat rushes up his neck, tinting his face red. When he starts pulling off his hoodie, Sam follows suit immediately.
With a red shirt and black hoodie strewn across the floor, Sebastian is beside him on the bed before Sam can react, holding out his phone as he keeps his other hand curled around Sam’s shoulders.
“This okay?” Sebastian whispers into his ear, his breath puffing across the shell, cooling the hot skin.
“Mmf- yes.” Sam catches eye with himself in the camera, a sharp twinge in his stomach seeing himself in the lens. Seeing himself flustered, bothered, aroused, whatever, “Take the picture.”
In the lens, avoiding himself, he watches Sebastian’s eyes widen momentarily, confirming he was letting on too much. Sam watched his gaze drop to his lips before Sebastian tilted his head towards him, pulling him into a kiss.
…his tongue is so soft.
After Sebastian stops kissing the air out of him, he snaps the picture unbeknownst to Sam. When he stands up and starts fiddling with his phone, Sam’s brain needs moments to adjust to his abrupt absence.
“How can you do that…”
“It was easy. You weren’t paying attention. Don’t worry, I’m cropping it now.”
Sam wasn’t referring to his sneaky picture-taking skills, but rather the ability to kiss Sam until he’s panting and then walking off as if he was doing taxes.
Sebastian looks calm as he starts typing with his thumbs on the screen. Sam would be self-conscious that he wasn’t performing right if it wasn’t for the bulge in Sebastian’s black skinny jeans.
That looks like it hurts.
“Can I see it at least?”
“Yeah.”
Sebastian’s already cropped the photo and primed it for posting.
ObisdianVA:
NEW 18+ livestream FT. my beauitful boy
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Cropped just below Sam’s chin and angled down, the viewers wouldn’t get an ounce of their facial features but a full view of the matching tents in their pants. Sam’s rapid heartbeat increased tenfold.
Sebastian flipped the phone away from Sam’s bulging eyes only seconds after his vision adjusted to the phone’s brightness in the dim basement.
“That’s enough,” Sebastian kept his eyes glued to the phone, a small smile across his face, “I think we look hot. This might be my most popular livestream. No, I know it will be.”
“Mm,” Sam’s skin was hot to the touch when he held his arms around his chest, “They could see our hair…” From his small glimpse, the tips of Sebastian’s bangs and the long tufts of blonde mullet were left in the frame.
“Well, they know I have dark hair. They know you’re blond, so I think it should be fine, if it’s okay with you,” Sebastian's brows furrow together as he stares at the screen, “I can crop it more- do you think anyone would be able to tell it’s us?”
“No,” Sam exhales a deep breath, shifting his hips, chasing the rough seam of his jeans, how fucking pathetic, “it excites me.”
Sam was light-headed, already feeling too pent up to wait any longer. It can’t be blamed; he has wanted this for so long. Not as long as Sebastian, though, so why is he the one taking his sweet time? I can’t wait any longer, just fucking post it—
“It’s posted,” Sebastian graces Sam with his phone shoved into his face, his pale fingers shaking slightly, “Look at the engagement… are you sure? We can still cancel it. I’ll post a picture of my thighs or something. They’ll forget about it.”
Sebastian was excellent at concealing his emotions, but his nervousness slipped out in ways only Sam could identify. He would go on a tangent about how ready he’s been for ages, but the comments catch his eye and stunt his thoughts.
OrangeFanter • 6s
god has ANSWERED MY PRAYERS
TiddyGems •6s
MY PUSSY IS ON FIREE!!!!!!!!!!!!
HoneyAmber •5s
I just fell to my knees wwait wait wait
FrisbeeWolf3782 •4s
FUCK?-??1!’lwlend xbwvf
Gummy_Worm •4s
🫨🫨🫨🫨🫣🫣🫣🫨🫨🫠🫠🫠🥵🥵🤯🤯🤯😳😳🤭🤭🤭🫠🫠🫨🫨🫨🤪🤪🥴🥴🤤🤤🤤🥴🥴🥴😵💫😵💫😵💫🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️
BigPeach77 •3s
ohmygof he’s so hot toono they’re both hot
GlazedHoles938 •3s
IM RIPPING OFF MY SHIRT IN THE FROZEN FOOD SECTION AT WALMART!!!!!!!!!!
JumpingBees •2s
oh we’re so fucking back
MissKitty22 •1s
@BigPeach77 of course he’s fucking hot you think an uggo could get w Obsidian lmao
ThirstyBirdy •1s
my manifestations worked 🕯️🧘🕯️
Sam didn’t notice himself lifting a finger and scrolling down the fresh comments as they rolled in until Sebastian slowly moved the screen away, a worried look etched across his face.
“It can get a little intense. I’m used to it, but” Sebastian’s attention gets snagged by the comments too, his mouth dropping in shock, “Like, someone just said they wanted to suck your nipple.”
“What?” Sam isn’t sure he heard that right, “How do you know they were talking about me exclusively?”
“They didn’t specifically say who, but I’m not the one with pink nipples.” Sebastian keeps scrolling, face slowly contorting from shock to amusement.
Well yeah, Sebastian’s were more of a light tan, dusty rose color… what the fuck am I THINKING, “whatthehell.” The side effects of being extremely horny for over an hour consistently were starting to rot his brain.
Starting? Haha.
Sam shook his head at his thoughts, swallowing thickly before proudly and openly declaring, “They’re… freaky, but I can’t fucking say anything. I’m so turned on right now. If you don’t start on that stupid recorder and let me touch you, I’ll start howling! Snap the mic in two! I don’t fucking know! God!” Sam slaps a hand across his mouth before remembering that the basement is thankfully soundproof and that no one can hear his heart’s true woes. Or dick woes. Yeah, he’s suffering a massive case of dick woes. “Sebastian, please,” He whispers when he drops his hand.
“Alright.” Sebastian nods towards the black, red-lined gaming chair, “Why don’t you sit?”
Sam never thought he’d feel his dick pulse looking at a chair, but here he was. Once he was sitting in it, arms laid across the rests, back flat against the cool leather, he felt a jolt run through him. This is where Seb sat all those times, recording the sounds that echoed in Sam’s brain like a song stuck on repeat. For a small moment, he swore he could feel all the intense emotions radiating from the chair, but that was another deranged drunk-on-lust thought.
“Last chance to back out,” Sebastian ducked near his face, planting a kiss on his jaw as he rubbed his shoulder reassuringly, “I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
“I’m gonna bust in my pants, dude.”
“Okay, I’m pressing stream now,” Seb paused the shoulder massage to grab the mouse with one hand; the smell of his cologne wafts into Sam’s nose from the proximity, and the familiar scent made a whine slip from his throat, “I’m gonna press it, now.” Sebastian keeps taking glances at Sam and back to the screen, “I’m gonna start it.”
“Sebastian, start the fucking stream,” Sam speaks through gritted teeth, hands clenching onto the side of the leather seat so tightly it squeaks.
“Okay,” Sebastian shoots him one last deep look, eyes scanning his every feature before starting the live. As if a switch was pulled, Sebastian’s eyelids droop from their widened, alarmed state, his eyebrows raise, and the corners of his lips tug into a smirk, “Welcome. How is everyone doing tonight?”
There’s that voice. The trademark Obsidian voice. The same voice Sebastian used to say the vile things in the bedroom, the basement, directly into Sam’s ear.
Not even two seconds into the stream, Sam is already losing himself.
That should have been the sign that showed him how this would go.
The chat bar on the right corner of the screen flared violently. It was the only thing on the pitch-black screen besides Sam’s disheveled reflection, so that’s why he was so drawn to it.
Over nineteen thousand viewers. Holy Shit.
[sugartits]: YALLLIM SCREAMING
[pussysweet]: how YOU doing COCKY MFFF
[fizzyorange]: YOUREFUCKIJG CRAZY!!!
[honeyamber]: hhhhhhhhhgffffff
[misskitty22]: honestly im bricked tf up, and i don’t even got a shlong but i feel it spiritually yknow
[bigchungus]: I HATEYUO
[soconfusing]: WHYWOULD YOU ASK USTHAT
[okweup]: i think im having heart palpitations.
[girlslikeboyslikegirls]: IM SOHAOPY FOR YOU
Admittedly, It did nothing to dull the rushing blood south. Sam’s eyes raked down the screen as Sebastian stood behind the chair, hands resting motionless on Sam’s shoulders. “Those are some loud reactions! I see everyone’s having a great night. I hope we can make it even better for you,” his grip tightened on Sam’s shoulders momentarily. “I’m sure you’ve all noticed I’m not alone.”
[honeyamber]: ejjebefvmmmm
[sugarbear003]: im literally going to explode please i need to hear his voice
[thirstybirdy]: SUCK HIS DICK!!!!!!!
[bigpeach77]: right like Fucj speak UP🗣️
[ohyee_89]: his body tea
[churchgirl]: blonde happy trail I am LOOKING INTENTLY 👁️
[fizzyorange]: yeahha kinda want to touch his pecs
[sweetbrohella]: IMCRAWLING ON THE FLOOR
The comments fly up the screen so fast it’s hard to read each one. Focusing on only the most eye-catching and scanning as quickly as possible leaves him breathless. A strange, shuddering heat rolls up his spine.
Sebastian lifts one hand from his shoulder to angle the expensive microphone closer to Sam and places it back onto his bare skin, pinning him to the seat. Realistically, Sam could shake Sebastian’s hands off his shoulders and walk away with no issue, but the constant reminder of his presence is so grounding Sam couldn’t move if he wanted to.
“Introducing my special guest,” Sebastian’s fingernails rest on Sam’s clavicles with slight pressure, “You’ve already guessed! I must not be subtle, huh?”
Sam finds himself wanting to see their reactions to every one of Sebastian’s coy words, eyes already trained on the chat.
[yummerzz]: please if it was anyone else id unsub
[meowpurr]: love you obsi but the anticipation is going to kill me if I don’t hear his voice
[fizzyorange]: let me guess he sounds hot too
[yurt]: i rhink you like making Us SUFFER!!!???
[honeyamber]: mmnnnjhhhhsjh
[bigwheels]: YOUHAVE BEEN PINING FOR YEARS
Sam's hands haven’t loosened their grip on the chair. His leg is bouncing from repeatedly tapping his foot against the wood flooring, and his heart is hammering out of his chest. A particularly loud intake of breath must be picked up on the mic.
[wetngushy]: YALLLLHEARTHATBC I SURE DID
[princessdummy]: hold on
[gentlekiss]: wow his breathing is hot too
[sweettalk]: haha heyyy *tucks hair behind ear* heheh heyyyyyy
[yummerzz]: i heard that Sweet gasp hey beautiful
[honeyamber]: ffffhhaaaaaaaaaahaaa
[takeyouthere]: oh word?
“They like you,” Sebastian’s hand glides up from his shoulder to his neck, “And you haven’t even said a word.” His cold fingers rest against his pulse point and stay there. “How does that make you feel?” Sebastian’s other hand digs into the skin resting over his clavicle, “His heart is beating so fast… I think he’s enjoying it.”
Sam can’t hold back a soft groan, head lulling to the side to give Sebastian better access to his skin. This was crazy. This was insane. Sam was freaking out. But It wasn’t for any of the reasons Sebastian was worried about.
He has never witnessed Sebastian like this.
This persona, this role he’s playing. Not in person, maybe through his headphones— but not beside him, not pinned under his hands, not like this. The few (two) times they were intimate, Sebastian would take control and drive Sam up the wall all the same. But this? It was entirely different. The moment he began recording, something switched in Sebastian, almost like an alternate ego. This is what Obsidian was. This was Obsidian.
And he better get used to it quickly. Sebastian’s name danced on the tip of his tongue, waiting to be said. He can’t do that. Sebastian explicitly told him that under no circumstances should either of their names be uttered.
“Why don’t you say something? Say hello. I don’t want to keep anyone waiting,” Sebastian’s fingers left a cool mark on his neck after he moved them to tug on the shell of his ear. “Right?”
Areyoufuckingkiddingme. He’s the one who stalled for two hours doing fuck knows what with computer cords that probably don’t even hook into anything! He’s doing this purposefully: the voice, attitude, and teasing. Sam doesn’t know if it’s for the audience or more for him, but he doesn’t care. The only thing blaring through his mind is the need for some relief after being so agitated for so damn long.
“Please, touch me.”
The chat box exploded.
Sam couldn’t look for the first few seconds. His eyes screwed shut tight as Sebastian hummed approvingly behind him.
[realalpha127]: AWOOOOOOOOOOOO
[fizzyorange]: OH
[suzycakes]: imgoijg to die
[okaysolike]: IM LEVITATING
[gummiiworm1106]: YES
[valeriah]: this is sooowowowoww wooow
[honeyamber]: HHHHHFFFFFSFFWWWGVVVNN
[ponyboy]: HEWANFS YOU SO BAD
Okay. So, Sebastian doesn’t care that he’s enjoying himself and encouraged it from the start. They certainly don’t care, either. Why should Sam worry about it? He decides, as Sebastian tilts his head up with a gentle hand, that he won’t. That he’ll let go.
When they locked eyes, time seemed to go still, and his breath caught in his lungs. Sebastian watched him, studying his every reaction to this ‘surprise’ guest appearance. That alone was enough to blur his vision, but it nearly blanked after Sebastian finally spoke again.
“Where do you want me to touch you, baby?”
Sam could cry. Hearing the pet name grace his ears in that deep voice with a touch of rasp made his body weak. He involuntarily slumped back into the chair and relaxed his stiff, poised back.
“Anywhere, just please. ‘can’t wait any longer.”
Sebastian blinked twice in succession. After a tiny, minuscule lapse in his performance, he quickly regained composure, but seeing that glimpse spurred something on inside Sam.
“I will, but after you greet our viewers.” Sebastian dropped his hands onto Sam’s shoulders and gently shook him from side to side, “I’m sorry, I think he’s forgotten his manners. He’s losing a lot of blood flow to his brain.”
Sam starts laughing, unable to stop himself. Of course, Sebastian would still be an asshole as Obsidian. Can’t change that.
“Fuck you, it’s your fault.” Sam throws his arms onto the armrests, legs falling open to show off how bothered he is, “And, hey.”
After Sam addresses the viewers directly, the multi-colored usernames blend into one color due to the fast pace they stream across the pixels.
[myblueberries]: HI
[sweettalk]: HEYYYY
[yummerzz]: HEYYYYYYY
[honeyamber]: h
[milk227438]: HIIIIII
[fizzyorange]: TOUCH HIS DIIIIIIIIIICCCCCKK!!!!
“Heheh, heeey.” He speaks again—the chat speed increases after one word.
[princessdummy]: HI BEAUTIFUL
[iyearnipine]: oh yes hello there
[twinklespark276]: HELLOOOOOOO
[fuzzysocks23]: YOU SOUND SOCUTE
[yuryurmom]: FUCK HI WHATS UP
[fizzyorange]: TOUCH!!! HIS!! DIACK!!!
They get a chuckle out of him, even under the tense circumstances. Sam thinks he likes them. So far.
“Good job,” Sebastian pats his shoulders and releases his grip, “Now, you get what you want.” He uses the back of the chair to pull Sam away from the desk, enough room for Sebastian to slide from behind him to between his legs.
Another bout of choking on air seizes him when Sebastian looks up at him through his thick eyelashes, slender fingers tugging at his waistband.
“Can- can they even hear you from down there?” Sam stammered, fingernails digging into the leather armrests as Sebastian undoes his belt and roughly tugs it free from the loops.
“It’s not about me right now,” Sebastian yanks his jeans down to his ankles swiftly, earning a short yelp from Sam, “This is your introduction. Let’s give our special guest some special attention.”
[funkydudexX]: I CAN HEAR
[takeyouthere]: volume’s UP btw
[wateryoutlking]: YES
[yummerzz]: he’s going offomfg this is worth every penny I’ve ever spent
[thirstybird]: DONF YIU WORRY 🫠🎧
[honeyamber]: I’m Listening
Sam stops reading when fingertips pry underneath the hem of his boxers, attention snapping downwards as Sebastian pulls out his cock.
“I’m still not used to this,” Sebastian downright gawked, curling his hand around the base as it sprang out, “If you guys could see, wow. I don’t… ha..” Sebastian’s eyelids rest half-lidded as he stares at the tip, poking a finger at the bead of pre and smiling as the viscous string connecting stretches and snaps, “It’s big, is what I’m trying to say.”
“Ss-“ Oh- that could be so bad, control yourself— “‘Sidian, you can’t just say that,” Sam huffs, thighs shaking as Sebastian suddenly lets go of him.
“It’s true.” Sebastian stops staring at his dick to meet his eyes, “That’s why I’m going to have some fun with you, and then you’re going to help me take that,” Sebastian stops sitting back on his knees to reach for a big black locked box on the desk. How Sam did not notice that before vexed him, but it’s not on his mind right now, “Do you see this?” It’s hard to ignore it as Sebastian sets it on his thighs, facing him, “Open it.”
The lock is already unhooked, showing deliberate thought behind leaving it in plain sight. Even with an oblivious Sam, he could tell Sebastian was letting on less than he knew. Sam’s fingers tremble on the latch, eyes flicking between the silver metal, streaming chat box, and Sebastian’s piercing stare.
With a small squeak, the case reveals a velvet-lined interior and three black silicone dildos in various sizes. There’s also two small lube bottles, one that Sebastian grabs out of Sam’s view—Directly in Sam’s view, but he’s more focused on the silicone.
“Oh,” Sam looks at the contents, then at Sebastian, back to the box, and finally back into those awaiting dark eyes, “Oh, you want me to- you? Oh- hah,” Piecing everything together in his brain gives him more breathing complications, “Okay. Okay.” He’s nodding deliriously as if Sebastian will rescind the offer if his response isn’t fast enough.
“Good,” Sebastian removes the black metal box off his thighs and sets it back onto the desk, taking place between his thighs once more, “I bought these with you in mind.” Sam swears there’s a twinkle in his eyes— in the time it takes to blink, Seb had uncapped the bottle and started squirting cold lube onto his dick.
“Jesusfuck,” The back of Sam’s head presses against the headrest involuntarily as Sebastian gives him no time to react and begins pumping him at a steady pace, “You’regonna- kill me-“
Sam momentarily forgot they were recording and were being listened to by thousands of ears, biting into his bottom lip to hold the sounds trying to break from his throat.
“What are they saying? I can’t see from down here,” Sebastian says, keeping his unrelenting pace. He is so focused that he messily tosses the lube bottle onto his desk without removing his eyes from Sam. “Tell me. Read it for me.”
Sam knew it was part of the job. The interaction, the replies, but it still had his heart skipping a beat, “How can I- No,” Sebastian pauses, squeezing a still hand around the base, leaving Sam’s hips stuttering into his grasp, “Okay. They’re saying- they’re.. oh..,” Sam resorted to biting the inside of his cheek to keep in the stray moan from Sebastian slowly stroking up his shaft.
“And don’t hold back either. You know that’s what they want.”
Sam had to tear his eyes from slender fingers wrapped around his cock to the screen, vision blurry as his eyelids threatened to close from the feeling.
[suzycakes]: BIG???? OPEN WHAT????
[yurt]: WHAT IS GOINGON ?????
[twinklesparkk]: PLEASEEXPLAIN IN DETAIL
[yummerzz]: HOW BIG THOUGH
[gentlekiss]: YESDONT HIDE IT
[fagatron]: idk wtf going on i just know he’s grabbing on that thang HELLO
[honeyamber]: It’s Okay to be loud
[fizzyorange]: YESSSSSHHAHAHAHH
“They… like it,” Sam scans through the chats, feeling his skin impossibly heat up further, “They said it’s ok-ay-auh-“ Sebastian rewards him with a tighter squeeze and the flick of his wrist, “to be.. loud, and-“ Sam can’t resist the whisper of a moan.
[wetngushy]: ohno
[geebuzishere]: so he’s an angel too
[princessdummy]: HESOUNDS SO PRETTY
[honeyamber]: I’m so lucky to be alive right now
[yurt]: living up to the name beautiful;))
[misskitty22]: darling please tell us what you’re seeing right now
[twinklespark]: TURN IT UP🔊👂
How expensive was that microphone? Can it pick up the wet noises of Sebastian’s hand pumping over his dick, too? Most likely, definitely, and if the many hours of listening to Onsidian’s videos wasn't enough proof, the multiple comments about it confirm it twice.
“They want me to explain what’s going on…”
[82__xxx]: keep talking with that pretty voice
Sam shudders, thighs twitching as a short laugh leaves Sebastian. He’s been studying Sam ever since he laid his hands on him, watching him come undone.
“Then do it. Tell them what I'm doing to you.” Sebastian reduced to a slow, tight grip while pointedly staring up into Sam’s eyes.
“Ha-okay.” Sam clenched his teeth at the visual of Sebastian’s slender hand wrapped around his girth, eyes following the motion of his hand up and down, up and down…
“Now.” Sebastian removed his hand from Sam’s thigh to roll his palm over the tip in a circular motion, earning another sharp intake of breath from Sam, “Ok- he’s… touching me…. And…” his voice trails off into breathy pants as Sebastian’s canines poke out in a smile.
“You can do better than that,” Sebastian dropped his hand from teasing at the head to dig his fingernails into the meat of Sam’s thigh, “Remember our first time?”
“How could I fucking fffffFF-” Sam sounds like the wind had been punched out of him as Sebastian suddenly increased his rhythm to a brutal pace, the slick sounds echoing off the basement walls.
His eyelids fall into slits from the pleasure, and his leg involuntarily kicks out, but the pants around his ankles and Sebastian’s fingers gripping onto his thigh stop any motion besides the frequent twitches of his hips. It was now he realized Sebastian was kneeling on his dropped pants, keeping Sam’s feet firmly planted to the floor and his legs restrained, unable to move away. That couldn’t be on purpose— no—
“I want to hear you…” Sebastian pauses, thinking, most likely for a name to call Sam instead of his own, “Let me hear you, beautiful.”
Yes.
Sam whimpered pathetically, the loudest sound he’s allowed on stream, and even with his unfocused gaze, he could tell the chat box exploded. The text shot across the screen so fast it became a wall of white.
“Fuck, fine, I can- Ah, ha--I’ve done it before, I’ll do it again,” Sam began regulating his breathing to the best of his ability; finding the right words was difficult as Sebastian’s breath fanned over his slick skin, “He’s touching me, yeah, it feels good but he’s- doing this ffff-fucking twisty thing with every upstroke and Itssofuckedup-Mmmph-”
“If it’s ffffucked up, why are you thrusting into my hand?” Sebastian has the nerve to pitch his voice up and add a whine to it to mock Sam. This was not outlined in the precautionary guideline— that he would outwardly taunt him live to thousands of viewers.
But he liked it. Lightening bolts of pleasure panged through his stomach and traveled up his chest, his hands were trembling, “S-” His first instinct was to moan out his name, redirect, now, “sStop teasing me,” Sam sighed and nudged his knee into Sebastian’s side to grab his attention off his dick.
“Read off the screen,” Sebastian's eyes raked up his body until they rested on his and softened. "Just look for me.” His voice lost some of the teasing bite it had before.
It took effort to lift his head off the headrest from the pinned state and refocus his gaze. The coil in his stomach was wound tight; the leather armrests might tear from his grip, but if Sebastian wanted him to read, he would. Sam bit into his bottom lip; it was a blur of words, topics — he could only focus on bits and pieces of comments, the speed flowing at an alarming pace.
They were ravenous. Sam couldn’t believe the things these people were proudly spamming in the chat bar. Most of it was unintelligible mashes of keys, but the ones he could fixate on turned his brain inside out. Vile, utterly disgusting comments that praised Sam. Both of them. Explaining how long they waited for a moment like this—for him.
“Oh- my- god.”
“What does it say?” Sebastian taunts, pulling him back in and all of his attention, staring at Sam with what could only be classified as hunger, “Why don’t you tell them how similar you are, Tiger?”
Fuck.
Sam comes apart from Sebastian’s hands, loud and messy, live to thousands of dedicated viewers. It rocks through him in such an intense wave that his vision blanks white, his hands clutching the leather armrests to keep his twitching, lax body from sliding out of the chair. This was embarrassing, I can’t believe I just did that, I can’t believe I just came in front of—
Sebastian is off his knees and kissing him before Sam can open his eyes, melting into his lips after the initial shock. One of Sebastian’s knees is pressed against the seat between his legs, his hands braced on the backrest by Sam’s shoulders, closing him in with his presence. It’s just what he needed, a comforting touch, his soft lips. Sam sighs into the kiss, arms shakily wrapping around Sebastian’s neck.
Their lips smack as they break apart, a loud sound in the quiet basement that reminds him that others could hear it get picked up by the mic.
Sebastian studies him, only pulling away slightly, big dark eyes scanning over his features. Sam watches his brows quirk up in an undetermined emotion.
‘You good?’ Sebastian mouths instead of speaking, ‘Too much?’ He’s worried.
Sam slowly shakes his head, locked into Sebastian’s nearly black eyes.
‘Do you want to stop?’ Sebastian’s eyes flick toward the computer, returning to stare into his soul with tender concern. A sharp change from his previous provocative demeanor.
“No,” Sam squeezed his arms to bring Sebastian into another kiss; a sudden confidence overtook him, speaking clearly and unbridled, “I want this. I want you— give me the tissues, I need to talk to them—“
“What?” Sebastian’s eyelids pin back, dropping out of the quiet whisper with his voice coated in shock. He moves out of the way for Sam as he abruptly sits up from being a puddle on the chair to grab for the tissues on the desk.
Sebastian brings the tissue box closer to his reach without the perplexed look dropping off his face, “What are you going to say?”
“I- I- I got to talk to these freaks,” Sam wipes cum off his stomach, a slight manic infliction to his words, “I got a bone to pick,” he tosses the used tissues into Sebastian’s small metal trash can and misses, they land limply on the floor. Sebastian doesn’t even blink, still frozen in disbelief. It was obvious he didn’t expect this from Sam, but then again, he believed Sam was straight after humping him on the floor until they came like a depraved beast. So.
“You what?” Sebastian watches Sam pull up his boxers and kick his pants off his ankles with more aggression than necessary.
“You got all these people on here, and they like me too? Do they even know? Do they know?” Sam probably sounded deranged, but he couldn’t help himself. Ever since he found Obsidian's content, this was held back deep within him.
As much as jealousy wanted to rear its ugly head, Sam was beyond enthused people understood how great Sebastian was. Honestly, this was probably wonderful for his confidence in some fucked up way, Sebastian had been coming out of his shell more the last two years, and perhaps that wasn’t just from personal growth and Sam’s perpetual efforts. He had thousands of people waiting for his next move as Obsidian. And now, Sam, too.
It was an overload of information for his brain. Now that his lips were inches from the mic, Sam was pelted with various thoughts on what exactly to say.
“Heyyyy,” he sounded dumb, “how y’all doing?”
[amethystcronch]: i am fucking crazy but i am free
[yummerzz]: YOUUUUUUUUU ARE SOMETHING
[butterscotch]: im pregergante now
[misskitty22]: Damn boy
[fizzyorange]: yourmoans are a sweet summer song carried on a warm wind take me Away
[honeyamber]: what do you mean Tiger
The multitude of raunchy phrases rested in the back of his mind as he read over the new responses. Sebastian’s interest was piqued, leading him to casually snatch his stool from the other monitor and place it next to Sam so he could read the screen as well.
Sebastian’s hand found a purchase on Sam’s thigh: a solid, grounding presence. He glanced at Sebastian, and the moment they caught eyes, he mouthed, ‘You don’t have to,’
“Oh,” Sam kept his gaze level as he spoke out loud, “I’m not doing this for them. I’m doing this for me. Now, tell me-“ He dragged his eyes off Sebastian to narrow his eyes at the monitor, “You guys got to hear his deepest desires, and I need you to air them out all right now.”