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It wasn’t supposed to go this far.
He’d heard the excuse time and time again, had read it in novels and textbooks detailing humanity’s shortcomings and failures, seen the little excuse more often than he cared to keep track of: it was never meant to go this far.
And this, too, he considered a shortcoming. For all the contempt he showed towards humanity, at the end of the day, Aotsuki Eito was human and he had human needs . He ate, slept, and maintained a decent exercise schedule. But that fourth thing— sexual desire— remained foreign to him. Kept hidden behind a thick fog even during adolescence due to a prickly condition he’d developed as a child.
Eito did not like being around other people. He did not like thinking about them, did not like seeing them, and did not like hearing them. His parents, once they learned about his aversion to the other children at school, tried their best. Attending school and club activities thereafter served more as exposure therapy than anything else. And after his parents died and left him with more money than he could ever think to do with, he tried, but there was only so much he could take. A face mask was a must when leaving the home, as well as leather gloves. His clothing covered every inch of his body, and glasses fitted with the wrong prescription helped ease the burden a bit, too.
This is all to say that because of this issue, he’d never been interested in sex. Once he learned about it in school, he had to excuse himself to throw up his lunch in the boy’s bathroom. As an adult, he learned to control his disgust a bit better and only gagged at the idea.
Still, he was curious.
Textbooks described it as pleasurable. That was why people did it. And it kept the population steady. What wasn’t there to enjoy?
Eito soon made a resolution to attempt it. Just to see what it felt like.
To do that, he needed to do some research. There was no way he could actually touch another person’s body quite yet, let alone have sex with them. So he figured— why not build some immunity?
Which is how he found himself on a cam model site. They were, in his mind, a reasonable step above the average porn you could find online without a paywall. Instead of something painfully rehearsed and practiced, prolonged with idiotic dialogue that served as useless set dressing for the main course, these entertainers were real. Camera quality ranged from blurry webcams to elaborate bedroom studios, decorated for an equally wide range of audiences. And there was no shortage of entertainers— Eito skimmed through four pages worth of people advertising something different. Some offered something casual. Others were intense. Most were alone, though a few thumbnails featured two or more people. He wasn’t interested in seeing couples do things to each other; his stomach could only take so much. There were even tags to filter his search: gender, sexual orientation, fetish, body type, hair color, eye color. This all felt more like a shopping trip than anything else.
A particularly colorful thumbnail caught his eye. Deep blue hair, cut in a sloppy way that practically begged for attention, and a few too many piercings for Eito’s tastes. From the looks of it, this person had just finished whatever show they had planned. He was tying a thin robe around his waist as he addressed the chatroom, still flushed and a little breathless as he spoke.
“— and thank you for tuning in again this week, cuties. I made this announcement earlier, but I’ll be away for the next week for a bit of R&R,” he explained, voice velvety smooth compared to the rest of his chaotic appearance, “but don’t miss me too much. In fact, a good friend of mine will be starting their weekly streams while I’m gone, so please play nice and show him some support.”
The stream of messages on the side of the screen seemed to explode with messages and emoticons. Hearts, smiley faces, and blueberries mixed with messages of encouragement and support continued in a constant stream as this person— TwistedViper— bid everyone a cheery farewell. Eito wasn’t a member of this person’s channel, so he, unfortunately, could not contribute to the sea of vulgar messages and tacky emoticons. But he could see the information listed in the description of the video, where his aforementioned “friend’s” username sat.
A quick trip to their page suggested he was, indeed, new. He hovered over towards his profile description, where his streaming schedule was already posted. Wednesdays at 8pm, with the occasional Saturday evening stream littered throughout the calendar month. He had a profile picture attached to his username, azure_rendevous.
The bottom half of their face was concealed by his phone as he held it up (to a mirror, Eito supposed) to take the photo, but the rest was uncovered. Blue eyes, much more vibrant than Eito’s baby blues, stared through thick eyelashes towards the viewer. Pale skin, but slightly sunkissed. Bright red hair, as bright and gaudy as TwistedViper’s, with a few streaks of black. His virgin hair color, maybe? Eito clicked on the photo for a better look.
He was shirtless. The faint scars on his chest told Eito more than what he was trying to learn, though that sort of thing hardly mattered to him. Bodies were disgusting no matter what they looked like. Even if this azure_rendevous person may be somewhat attractive to Eito, it didn’t remove the fact that he was human, with human bodily functions and the like.
And yet.
A week passed, and Eito found himself on the same site, on the same page, at the given time. 8pm showed on his wristwatch and laptop clock, and a few seconds later, a video popped up on azure_rendevous’ page. A bright red LIVE was stamped right next to the video title.
Eito entered the stream quietly. As promised last week, azure_rendevous was there, draped over a bed on his stomach in a hoodie and… from where the camera was positioned, Eito couldn’t see if he were wearing anything else besides a pair of socks. His backside was blocked by his shoulders, but Eito had seen his profile picture. He knew what was under that ratty sweater. Was he trying to be a tease?
The chatroom was, surprisingly, not completely empty. TwistedViper’s endorsement must have had some influence after all. He did say to play nice.
Eito was not a member, so he couldn’t message the chat here either. Not as though he wanted to, anyway. There were already a few messages sitting in the chat, painfully polite and drab, but it seemed azure_rendevous was in the middle of answering one message in particular:
is this your first time on cam?_
He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling. “Yeah, if it isn’t already obvious. I only have an idea of how this is supposed to go, but, ah— TwistedViper gave me a lot of pointers.” His cheeks turned into a rosy shade of pink as he dropped his voice to a mumble. “And stuff to use.”
That got a few people’s attention. Eito remained still, watching the chat fill with requests to see exactly what this “stuff” was. He had a few ideas: from the research he’d done, the massager wand seemed to be one of the most popular toys used for this sort of thing. How a bulky thing could feel good was a mystery to Eito, but so many swore by it. Too many, if you asked him. The world really was full of depraved degenerates.
azure_rendevous looked sheepish for a moment, before nodding. “Right, right. That’s what you’re all here for. I am too, if I’m being honest…”
He sat up, camera cutting off at his torso as he reached for something on the floor next to his bed. This angle gave a generous view of his bottom half, revealing that he was wearing something else. They were too tight to be boxers, and the cut of the garment wasn’t right for panties. They hugged his hips and clung to his thighs, highlighting a small backside... or what looked small. Eito wasn’t a good judge of body parts. They were all a bit revolting in his eyes.
But the others seemed to appreciate the size.
Cute undies ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!_
wat a tease… at least angle th camera 4 a better view :p_
a perfect fit for my lap_
There were other messages, but they were all more or less the same. The camboy had fished whatever it was he intended to use and laughed a bit bashfully as he read over the chat.
“Um… thank you? I don’t usually wear this kind of underwear on the daily. I think boxers are more comfortable, but if you all like them so much, I could get a few more pairs.”
He didn’t move to lay on his stomach again, instead reclining back against a few pillows set against a bed headboard. The camera was adjusted towards his lap, cutting off just above his mouth. Eito, despite himself, was drawn to the creamy white of his thighs as he spread his legs. Completely unblemished, besides a small mole on his left thigh. He’d been so distracted by it that he didn’t notice the toy azure_rendevous picked out until it was right between his legs.
It wasn’t a massager, like he predicted. This was smaller, slimmer, rounded and an obnoxious neon pink— a dildo. Clearly meant to go inside of him. The thought made Eito’s stomach churn. Surely, shoving something inside such a small, tight cavity couldn’t feel that great…
From this angle, he could only see azure_rendevous’ mouth to gauge how he was feeling. His lips were a soft shade of pink, but he didn’t look to be wearing make-up. They were just naturally pink, like some sort of doll. They matched the pink on his cheeks and neck, flush having bled so far down his body before disappearing beneath his hoodie. Eito’s eyes flickered between his mouth and the toy between his legs, noting how the sleeves to his sweater seemed too big . It made the rest of him look that much smaller.
His attention snapped back up to the streamer’s mouth when he made a breathy little noise. His bottom lip was between his teeth, wrist working the toy up and down along his cunt.
A soft jingle played through his earbuds, not unlike that of a bell. Someone had left a tip.
Those rosy lips stretched into a grin. “Thank you!”
Eito bounced his leg under his desk. He thanked them? Did he thank everyone who gave him a tip? He even smiled , and it wasn’t… completely horrible.
I’ll drop some more if you take off ur panties, the anonymous tipper wrote, quit being a tease_
“I’m not trying to be a tease,” azure_rendevous muttered, lips drawing into a pout, “This is just what I normally do by myself.”
hot hot hot hot_
You don’t play with yourself naked?_
How often do u jerk off_
i can help u feel way better than that ( °ヮ° ) lol _
And those were just a few comments Eito managed to read; the chat was moving faster now. Too fast to keep up with unless he focused, and he couldn’t care less what these degenerates had to say. He was much too fascinated with the pout on azure_rendevous’ lips and the way his free hand slid towards the hem of his underwear. He hooked his thumb under it but did not pull it down.
Eito’s hands twitched towards his keyboard until he remembered he couldn’t send messages. And even if he could, what would he say? Demand he take off his underwear and then… what?
Fortunately, there were plenty of other freaks who could request the same thing in his place. Two more generous tips were given before azure_rendevous finally gave another little laugh, clearly flustered.
He hooked his other thumb under the hem of his underwear and pulled them off, raising his legs to shimmy them down and off his feet. Eito leaned a bit closer towards his laptop screen, feeling his own face heat up.
He’d seen one before. Multiple, actually, from various textbooks. For the most part, they all looked the same, and they were all neatly labelled so it was easier to memorize the anatomy for exams. Eito never liked the medical term for it, vagina, but he didn’t like any of the other terms he’d heard to describe it, either. Terms that were currently flooding the chat as they showered azure_rendevous in vulgar praise and other filth.
And he must have been liking it, because there was a wet shine to his labia that even Eito knew the meaning of. He was aroused, but whether from the comments or the toy or the general situation, Eito had no idea. Maybe a combination of everything.
The streamer spread his legs again, keeping them bent at the knee. “I was trying to draw this out,” he brought the toy back to his cunt, rubbing it up and down again until it was shiny with his slick, “I usually take my time with this kind of thing.”
That statement only made Eito conjure scenarios just like this in his head, just minus the camera and audience. He felt bile threaten to rise in his throat as he pictured him spread just like this, taking his time, like he said, until he eventually pushed the toy inside of him and—
How do u usually do it?_
Eito stared at the message. It seemed azure_rendevous did too, pausing his movements as he chewed on his bottom lip for a moment.
“I like… using my fingers, most of the time,” he began, bringing the head of the toy lower, low enough to prod against his hole, “I start with one, then add— more.”
His breathing hitched as the dildo slipped inside of him. Not all the way, but just a fraction. A fraction he slowly pulled out before pushing it back in, all while he continued to talk in that breathless voice that Eito had to raise his volume to get more of.
“But I got a few toys recently and,” he swallowed, “this one’s been my go-to. It even vibrates, which— I don’t know how I’d gone this long without one.”
His laughter morphed into a soft moan when he pressed more of the toy inside. He’d drawn the hem of his hoodie up, revealing a bit more of his stomach and navel as he used his other hand to spread his cunt open. Eito was torn between puking and shoving a hand down his own pants. It was so pink . Softer compared to the gaudy hot pink toy, and stretched to take it almost easily . From this angle, it looked as if it were drooling.
God I wish that were me inside u rn_
turn it on plzz (,,>﹏<,,) i bet u sound so cuuteee ugh_
More requests for the same followed quickly after, along with a few tips to encourage him.
But he shook his head, biting at his lip again. “No way,” he said, “if I do that now I wouldn’t be able to last very long. This is— mmn — supposed to be a show. Just a bit more and…”
To emphasize his point, the streamer pushed the toy inside to the hilt. A noise left his throat that, surprisingly, wasn’t awful to Eito’s ears. In fact, none of the noises he made next were awful. They still grated against his ears a bit, but he could tolerate them. He found that he wanted to tolerate them, eyes glued to the slow and steady pace azure_rendevous used to fuck himself. His cunt made wet, slippery sounds at every thrust, but even those weren’t too terrible.
His free hand pulled his hoodie up even further, stuffing the hem of it into his mouth to give himself easier access to his chest. The same ugly scarring Eito remembered from his profile picture greeted him again, though it was considerably less repulsive. He was much too distracted with the way he teased his nipples, drawing the dark pink buds between his fingertips to pinch. He seemed to really like that, back arching into the touch with a muffled cry.
MORE TUMMY!!! ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻) ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)_
He’s totally getting into it lolol he’s even drooling_
turn it on alrdy!!_
i hope he squirts... ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) lemme clean u up after_
Though Eito didn’t think azure_rendevous was particularly paying attention to the chat anymore. He’d slipped further and further down onto the bed, in turn getting closer and closer to the camera. Everyone had a more than generous view of what he was doing to himself, of the wet mess running down his ass and smearing onto his thighs.
Eito chewed on one of his nails as he considered hitting the bright red Subscribe! b utton just next to the boy’s username. He’d be able to request something for himself if he did. He’d be able to talk to him. He’d be able to tip him, and much more than any of these little perverts could afford to. He could. He should .
He would.
Right after he popped his own pants open and clumsily grabbed at himself.
Eito watched with wide eyes as the boy took a moment to catch his breath, letting go of the fabric in his mouth. He didn’t mourn the loss of his stomach for long, though— he changed his position to instead face away from the camera on his knees, spread apart wide enough to fit his hand between his legs.
“Okay,” he announced breathlessly, “now I’m turning it on.”
Bright pink silicone sunk back into his wet heat and his finger fumbled with the end of the dildo for a moment before Eito heard a soft click.
The reaction was instantaneous. His hips bucked near wildly and he gripped one of the pillows tight, nearly letting go of the toy completely. Its quiet buzzing could be heard through whatever audio system he had set up, just under the sound of tips flooding in.
What did that feel like? Eito squeezed his cock just thinking about it. Having something inside of you already seemed like far too much, but for it to vibrate?
Watching the streamer pump the toy in and out again, Eito tried matching his movements. Every time he pressed inside, Eito would stroke downwards, as if he were the one pressing inside. He honestly didn’t know if he could survive anything like that as he was now; the thought of touching another body still wildly unnerved him. The whole process of sex looked too messy, and he hadn’t completely moved past the amount of slick gushing out of azure_rendevous’ pussy, but he was curious . Morbidly so. His schoolbooks provided a medical description of the stuff, but this was different. Eito wondered what it felt like, what it smelled like, what it tasted like. All of it would probably make him sick to his stomach, but— it was strange. He had never wanted to try these things before.
Eito was completely hunched over his computer by that point. His arm matched azure_rendevous’ pace stroke for stroke, eyes pinned to the space where the toy disappeared inside of his cunt. The quiet buzzing had grown louder and with it his moans did, too. They grew higher, with the occasional curse sprinkled between them when he happened to angle his wrist a specific way that must have felt particularly good. Eito drank it all in like a teenager in their parents’ liquor cabinet for the first time.
“Fuck,” the boy dropped his upper body onto his pillows, clutching at one while his other hand kept up its rough rhythm, “I— oh God, I—!”
The chat spoiled what came next. Everyone knew he was going to orgasm— or cum, as these disgusting deviants put it— except Eito. He’d certainly read about it, but he’d never seen one happen. Nor had he really felt one, himself. Every time he tried, he could never quite reach that so-called “peak” and was instead left dangling off the metaphorical edge until he eventually grew too frustrated to continue.
But that was before azure_rendevous. That was before he saw his thighs tremble and body seize until his arousal left him in wild spurts, making a complete mess of his bedsheets and hand. It was filthy, it was gross, and it was lewd .
The burst of pleasure was instantaneous, catching Eito off-guard as he made his own mess on his hand and floor. His breathing was ragged and his eyes blown wide in complete surprise. Did he really just..? Over an amateur cam model?
When he looked up towards his laptop screen again, azure_rendevous was slumped against the bed and pillows, hips positioned towards the camera from where he laid on his side. His hand fumbled with the toy inside of him until he clicked it off.
There was a steady stream of tips and new subscriptions flowing through the chat. Eito watched the dollar amounts and usernames fly by, idly wondering what any of these idiots were wasting their time for. These nothing donations weren’t fooling anyone.
azure_rendevous sat up eventually, his hair an even wilder mess than before and skin still lightly flushed. He removed the toy with a small wince before setting it aside.
“I never last long with this one,” he said, looking a bit embarrassed by the confession, “next time I’ll plan out some more stuff to do.”
that was plenty (˵ •̀ ᴗ •́˵) but i will be back for more next week!!_
More feet next time_
i’ll be here, wear somethin cute pls_
Definitely coming back princess!! <3_
More messages came with promises of tuning in again next week. His face was back in frame, so Eito could see the way his eyes seemed to smile before his lips did. He laughed again, tilting his head like a dog would towards its owner. “Thank you for all the support!”
Eito didn’t really know what quite came over him in that moment, besides a burning need to grab his attention. He had to do something. He was about to end the stream—
inherently_evil_xX subscribed!
inherently_evil_xX tipped $500!
And with shaky fingers, he barely managed to type out:
Thank you for a lovely time. I really cherished it. I look forward to seeing you again next week._
To which, miraculously, the boy smiled. A genuine smile, with all of his teeth and his rosy pink lips, with the little wrinkles forming near his blue, blue eyes.
“Goofy username,” he said, eyes flickering towards the camera as if to look straight at Eito, “but thank you for the tip!”
Aotsuki Eito wasn’t quite the same after that.