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It would be a totally normal thing for Suho to indulge in porn or any adult content every once in a while, if the camboy he was obsessed with wasn’t his best friend.
In his defence, he didn’t exactly know it was Sieun - at least at first. But he figured it out pretty quickly. Like very quickly.
It started about a month prior when he received a message from a friend, a link to a video followed by:
*Link*
Hey doesn’t this look like your friend haha
6:42 pm
???
Yeah right ㅋㅋㅋ
Who is it?
6:43 pm
No idea just some random camboy
Thought he looked a little like your friend lol
6:43pm
Pervert
6:43 pm
He clicks on the link without much thought, curious as to what it is and when the page loads after a short moment, his thumbs freeze where they hover over his screen.
The page loads on a video of a man perched on his bed, unsuspecting if Suho didn’t already know it was a camboy video, and the man is clad in a pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt, only visible from the shoulders down.
In a slight daze, Suho thinks I have the same shirt, what a coincidence.
The man in the video doesn’t speak, the video only thrums with the quiet rustle of his body shifting on the bed, that is until he releases a low hum, the deep sound sending a trail of goosebumps down Suho’s spine. He reaches for his earphones a moment later. Just in case.
He watches curiously, what about this looks like Sieun, you can’t even see his face.
The man’s hands find placement on his knees, his legs tucked underneath his bottom and he shifts slightly, parting his thighs teasingly. His hands begin to trail up the flesh of his thighs, which Suho now observes are very thick, and one stops just short of his crotch while the other continues its path, quickly disappearing beneath the cotton of his shirt.
Suho’s eyes track the movement of the hand in a daze, like he's hypnotized by the unknown man and his breath catches simultaneously with the boy in the video when he pinches a nipple between his fingers. Suho finds himself wishing the shirt wasn’t obstructing the view.
“Mmm,” The camboy’s voice is a little louder than a murmur, the deep sound carried through Suho’s ears with a sweet tang. He clicks his volume button once, increasing it with a bite of his lip.
The hand beneath his shirt shifts again followed by another quiet sigh of relief as he takes the bud between his index finger and thumb, Suho assumes, and tweaks it softly. The hand just shy of his crotch moves to cup himself, palm massaging barely over his cock until it visibly hardens in his sweatpants, and Suho feels his own twitch in interest.
He chews on his bottom lip as he matches the boy’s actions, moving his free hand to rest over his slowly hardening member with a flutter in his stomach.
Would it be wrong to imagine this as Sieun?
The video proceeds with the man teasing himself some more, slowly working himself up until he finally gives in and hooks his fingers around his waistband and tugs the clothing down, revealing each inch of tan skin until he kicks them off from his ankle.
He’s not wearing any underwear and Suho groans. “Fuck…” his hand dips beneath his waistband and grasps his aching cock, a bead of precum smearing across his tip.
He watches the mysterious boy intently as his cock stays hidden behind the too big t-shirt, but his hand circles the length anyway, slowly pumping himself through the item of clothing and a dark patch forms where the head of his cock oozes wetly. His thighs sit fat and full in Suho’s watchful eyes, and as if the camboy can feel his gaze, he spreads his thighs wider and finally reveals his cock, moaning softly as it brushes his shirt.
Suho’s grip on his cock tightens when the camboy gives a few lazy strokes to his own before bucking forwards, fucking his fist with a teasingly slow pace. “Hah… Oh fuck…” Suho moans at the voice in his ear, choosing not to dwell too long on the fact it sounds familiar for his own sanity.
There’s no way, right?
He rewinds it anyway, hand jerking his cock faster with each passing second and the camboy releases a string of moans, the sound wrapping around his brain like a spell. The name slips out before he can catch it. “Fuck, Sieun-ah…”
He curls his hand in a tight fist, eyes hooked on his screen where the camboy does the same, hips now frantically thrusting forwards into his grip. He pulls the shirt up to his chest and holds it under his chin to reveal his plump tummy, using his hand to tweak and flick at his perked nipples with cries of pleasure, breaths coming out in harsh pants and gasps, a curse spilling from his lips every so often.
It’s when the man slumps forwards using his arm for support that Suho’s breath catches and he spills all over his hand with a whine - the camboy hangs his head low as he moans out before raising his head to reveal his face adorned with a mask, but his eyes, big and captivating stare into the camera in a pool of lust and desperation, brows furrowed behind his dark hair. “Nngh, please… please- fuck! S’close, fuck I’m coming-” He comes over his hand in a mess of thick spurts, lashes fluttering and Suho can see the pink flush peeping from under his face mask.
Okay so maybe his friend was right, it does look like Sieun. But that doesn't mean it is, right? It also sounds like him, but that’s just a coincidence, right?
But those eyes. Suho would recognise those eyes anywhere, he sees them nearly every day, pines for them nearly every day.
He barely registers what he’s doing when he clicks onto the profile of the camboy, the layout showing the profile picture of a black cat, real fitting, he thinks. The username reads ‘kittsey’. Nothing that would be a dead giveaway.
He scrolls down the list of videos which he discovers date all the way back to just over a year ago and he watches them one by one - he tells himself he just wants to check, but an hour and two more orgasms later, he comes to his conclusion.
The camboy is Sieun.
~.~.~.~
Despite his inner battle with himself, Suho found himself making an account and following Sieun’s channel shortly after his discovery. He definitely does not have the notifications turned on.
As he sits and eats opposite his friend, he stares in wonder, how is this the same boy that fucks his hand and humps his pillows on camera?
Sieun chews boredly on his food, chopsticks pushing the untouched food around in his bowl with his usual deadpan stare, nothing like the Sieun that writhes on his bed, squirming and begging into the emptiness of his room as he curls three fingers into himself, moaning so sweetly for his viewers.
Suho finds it quite impressive, really. How he acts so nonchalant and innocent, unknowing to the fact Suho knows his dirty little secret.
But he also feels guilty. That he’s perving on his friend without him knowing and getting off to him.
And it goes on for a month. He tunes into every livestream, which he does a lot less than uploading regular videos, but Sieun seems to like the live attention every so often - the comments flooded with praise and filthy words.
But it all comes crashing down from one mistake, or blessing, really.
Sieun would usually have zero interest in other people’s phones, he barely has interest in his own, but Suho’s phone buzzes relentlessly where it sits abandoned on the table beside him, the owner occupied with the dishes.
“Sieun-ah, could you check who’s messaging me please? My hands are wet,” Sieun hums in response, taking the device in his hand and skimming over the stack of messages, but something else catches his eye, a notification:
Kittsey uploaded a new video.
Well fuck.
He blinks wordlessly at the evidence clear as day that Suho watches his videos. Not only that but follows him. But hey, maybe he doesn’t know it’s him? It’s not like he’s shown his face in any of the videos.
A shadow casts over him as quick as it disappears, the phone gently taken from his hand from a now available Suho and when the taller takes in the array of notifications, his breath catches in his throat. Judging by the distant look on Sieun’s face and the crimson glow of his ears, Suho figures he saw the notification.
“Sieun-ah… I can explain,” He avoids his gaze, looking anywhere but at Suho with a lump in his throat. He swallows nervously.
“You…” he takes a breath. “You know…? How long have you known?” He finally wills himself to look at his friend and he regrets it almost immediately, eyes darting away.
Suho sinks to his knees, hands subconsciously reaching for Sieun’s thighs. “I don’t know, maybe a month? I- Sieun-ah I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me-“
“Did you like them?” The question surprises them both and Suho’s breath audibly hitches, fingers curling against the sides of his thighs.
Suho nibbles on his lip in careful consideration, this could go two ways; he admits it and Sieun thinks he’s a weird and dirty pervert, or he lies and makes it awkward.
“Yes…” he drops his forehead to Sieun’s knee, eyes screwed shut.
“Hm. Did you come for me, Suho-yah?”
That was not a direction he considered this conversation would go, and he releases a whine before he can catch it, lifting his head to meet Sieun’s waiting gaze. “Yes,”
“Good boy. I can’t even be mad at you, baby. I was thinking about you every single time,” Suho’s jaw nearly drops to the floor and his cheeks prickle with heat, Sieun’s piercing gaze doesn't falter.
“Yeah?” His hand curls around his thigh, squeezing lightly. “What were you imagining in that pretty head of yours?” He raises from the floor, hands finding purchase on the back of Sieun’s chair, face inches away - Sieun goes a little cross eyed as he looks back at his friend, the latter wearing a smug grin on his face.
“Thought about your hands all over me, making me feel good, doing me right. Think you could, Suho-yah?”
The taller licks his lips, Sieun’s eyes tracking the movement, and inches a little closer, their breaths mingle together. “Guess there’s only one way to find out, baby,”
Sieun pulls him in by the front of his t-shirt wordlessly, lips crashing together in a frantic push and pull - Suho hums in contentment, pressing back against Sieun’s plush lips and angling his head, deepening the kiss while Sieun prods with his tongue, successfully licking into Suho’s mouth.
Neither care when their teeth clash once or twice, and Suho’s hand finds Sieun’s neck in a steadying grip, drawing a low moan from the boy when he uses the hold to tilt Sieun’s head back from under his chin, breaking the kiss with a curse.
“Take me to bed, hyung,” Sieun flutters his lashes innocently, contrary to the sinful look in his eyes and the deep flush across his cheeks. His lips are a little puffy and shiny with spit, and Suho bites back a groan.
“Yeah, hyung can do that,” Without another word Suho pulls Sieun to his feet and they pad towards the latter's room. The air is thick in its silence but not the uncomfortable kind, it hangs heavy with expectation, awareness of what they are about to do.
They barely make it through the door before Sieun is pushing Suho against the door with a soft thud, closing it in the process. The outside world no longer occurs to them - it’s just them in this room.
Lips are connected in a rush, hands roaming around one another's bodies, grasping and tugging at clothing, and when Sieun dips his hand under the hem of Suho’s shirt the man pauses, pulling away. “Wait,” his lips tug into a grin. “I want you to record us, Sieun-ah,”
Sieun mirrors his expression, finger hooking in one of the belt loops of Suho’s jeans. He tugs gently. “You’re a freak. A sick pervert,” he murmurs against Suho’s lips, already trying to coerce him into another kiss.
“Says the camboy, moaning and touching himself for strangers online. Teasing people with your cute little cock. I know they all wish they could get their hands on you like this, but you’re all mine. Can’t wait to make you fall apart, baby.” he presses his face into Sieun’s neck, placing hot kisses across his throat and down to the juncture by his collarbone, nibbling at the skin.
Sieun hums in content, fingers lacing through the strands of Suho’s hair. “Then do it, hyung.”
The taller one gives one last nip to his neck, a small bruise blossoming in its wake and levels his face with him, noses barely grazing. “Set the camera up, pretty, and I’ll get to it,” his voice comes low, thick with arousal, and when Sieun parts from him to cross the short distance of his room he delivers a smack to the smaller’s ass, smiling at the small yelp he receives.
Sieun sets up a tripod by the foot of his bed, Suho watching with a heavy stare; he feels like he’s seeing the behind the scenes of all of Sieun’s videos, and Sieun, suddenly thankful his phone was safely tucked in his pocket, slips the device out and places it on the stand, opening his camera with practiced ease.
He glances over his shoulder at the other man as his thumb presses record and Suho pulls him closer by his waist, walking him to the edge of his bed. Before he can push Sieun down, the man switches their position, now standing in front of Suho and pushing him assertively on the bed.
Suho hits the mattress with a slight bounce and his breath hitches as Sieun clambers on top of him, ass hovering over his crotch and hands pressed firmly to his hard chest, forcing him to lay flat.
“Might as well give the camera a little show, right?” Sieun drops his hips down and Suho’s head flies back with a groan, hands darting to steady the man by his waist.
“Fuck, Sieun-ah,” with a slow roll of his hips, Sieun presses his ass to the clothed centre of Suho’s crotch, feeling the length perk up at the sudden attention. Without breaking the steady roll of his hips he works up, he slowly pulls his shirt from his body, holding eye contact in the process. Suho only breaks it when his eyes flicker down to Sieun’s now bare upper body. He groans at the sight.
“How are you real, baby? So fucking sexy,” Sieun chews on his lip, his grinding hips only falting slightly.
“You don't think it’s gross that I’m not…”
Suho furrows his brows, confusion clear on his face. “Not what, sweetheart?”
“I’m not, you know…skinny?” Suho almost snarls at the words, flipping Sieun onto his back in an instant, pulling a soft gasp from the boy.
“You’re a fucking dream, Sieun. I’d love your body either way, but fuck, I’m so obsessed with you, you have no idea,” his mouth latches onto one of Sieun’s perked nipples and he cries out in pleasure, and he feels Suho smile against his skin. “So responsive, so good for me,”
Sieun feels and hears the truth in his words, and so he lets the insecurity slip away. He receives endless praise on his body from countless strangers online, but the only opinion he really cares about is Suho’s, they could never compare.
He arches into the touch of Suho’s hand as it caresses down his side, and then it drags the waistband of his pants down before he can process the action. He almost snaps his legs shut in instinct, but Suho is quick to stop him with his hands to the underside of his knees, pushing his legs up and to his chest.
“Hold ‘em,” Sieun does with a small whine, and Suho’s hands trail the backs of his thighs, squeezing and feeling up the thick flesh and muscle. “Fuck, your thighs are insane. I would love to feel them squeeze my head while I eat you out for hours, but that can wait for another day, pretty.” Suho wears a proud smirk to accompany his words, and Sieun flushes a deep red.
The next thing Sieun feels is a hand slide down and press against his exposed hole. “Can’t wait to fuck this perfect ass,” he slaps his hand against the hole softly, then moves to trace a finger along the underside of Sieun’s cock, the length leaking angrily in response.
“All bark and no bite, hyung. You keep saying all this shit and yet you’re still fully clothed and there’s no dick inside me,”
Suho sucks his teeth. “Such a brat,” he pulls his shirt from his body a second after, hands moving swiftly to unbuckle his belt with his tongue to his cheek. “Can’t wait a few minutes, hm? So impatient,”
“Yeah, well I’ve only had my hands and a few toys to keep me company, but it looks like I just got a new one to use whenever I please, isn’t that right, Suho-yah?” Sieun quips, lips curled in a teasing smile.
Suho returns the smile but it appears more like a smirk, cocky as ever. “Oh I’m gonna fuck that attitude out of you, sweetheart,”
“Well you better hurry, you’re wasting my storage,” Sieun’s gaze turns to his phone for a brief moment, confirming the recording is still rolling.
With one last huff, Suho pushes his pants down and kicks them off somewhere to the side, hands quickly landing on Sieun’s waist and flipping him without much care. His hands kneed the fat of Sieun’s ass and he licks his lips hungrily. “Lube, baby,”
Following Sieun’s response, Suho finds the lube next to a box of condoms, conveniently his size he notices, in the drawer of the bedside table and wastes no time smothering two of his long fingers, lining one up to Sieun’s awaiting hole. It surprises him when it slides in with no resistance and Sieun releases a soft hum, eyes fluttering at the intrusion.
“Add another, Suho-yah,” he pushes back on the fingers when Suho adds another, feeling the tips just graze his prostate and he mewls, cock twitching pathetically. “That’s it, baby,” he reaches back blindly in search of Suho’s hand, sighing in content when he finds it and Suho interlocks their fingers. “Another, hyung,”
“Baby, fuck, you’re taking them so easily,” Suho watches his three fingers disappear in and out of Sieun’s hole with a glint in his eye, and he lets out a whine at the man’s next words.
“Fucked myself in the shower this morning, got so worked up about seeing you today,” he drops his forehead to his forearm with a moan when Suho’s fingers curl and hit his sweet spot, pleasure licking up his spine. “That’s enough, hyung. Need you now,”
Suho complies with zero complaints, drawing his fingers from Sieun’s entrance with a small schlick. He plucks the condom he grabbed earlier from the bed and rolls it onto his aching cock, giving it a few strokes with a low hum.
He takes a step back from the bed before pulling Sieun down to meet the edge, bending him perfectly over the side of the mattress, and then he presses the hot tip of his length to Sieun’s rim, pressing with just enough pressure to not breach the ring of muscle.
“Hyuuung, stop teasing,” he wriggles his hips impatiently, trying to push himself down onto Suho’s cock, but to no avail.
“All those times you refused to call me hyung, and now look at you, whining it like it’s my name,” he plunges into Sieun with a sudden thrust, and the man keens, a cry torn from his throat.
“Fuck!” Sieun’s body jolts with the force of the thrust, jaw going slack. “Yes yes yes- hah, mmgf,”
Suho’s hands clamp around his waist in a bruising grip and pull him back on his cock over and over, the room quickly filling with the sound of skin slapping. His length slides in and out of Sieun with a wet sound, and Suho releases a string of curses.
“Feel good, sweetheart? You’re taking it so well,” Sieun moans in response, arms almost buckling under his weight as Suho continues to piston his hips and he feels a hand trace the curve of his spine, and then the touch is gone, replaced by the sharp sting of a slap against his ass. “Wish everyone could see you like this, letting your hyung take such good care of you. Can’t decide if I want you to let the world see me ruin you or keep it all to myself,”
“Fuck, can’t let them see you, Suho. ‘M too- ah, too selfish. Don’t wanna share what’s mine,” Suho fucks him with more vigor at his words, moans spilling from his lips repeatedly.
“Yeah that’s right, I’m all yours, baby.” He delivers another slap to Sieun’s ass, the red print already forming beneath his palm. A sick part of him hopes it will bruise.
Sieun’s breaths come in sharp pants, eyes stinging with unshed tears as Suho’s cock catches his sweet spot, jamming into it relentlessly. He can hear the lewd sound of lube squelching and the slap of Suho’s balls against his ass, and his body thrums with pleasure.
As Suho fucks into him and grips his waist, Sieun’s ass bounces with the force of his thrusts, the fat creating a jiggle that makes Suho whine in the back of his throat. His mind blanks.
“Sieun-ah, let’s date, what do you say?”
“Seriously? While you’re- hmf, fuck, while you’re inside me? You wanna ask me out now?” Despite the absurdity of Suho’s timing, Sieun can’t help but smile, his cheeks warming to a rosy pink.
“Hyung’s a little impatient, baby. What better time is there?” He kisses along Sieun’s shoulder and hooks his chin over, trying to catch a glimpse of his flushed face.
“You’re crazy…”
“Well?” Suho’s fingers find one of Sieun’s nipples and pinches, the buds still puffy from their earlier assault. Sieun whimpers in response.
“Yes, yes, fuck, I’ll be your boyfriend,” he whines out when the full feeling of Suho’s cock is gone, and he’s abruptly flipped onto his back, large hands manoeuvring his legs to rest over an equally large pare of shoulders.
“Need to see your pretty face, need to mark up these thighs too,” teeth latch onto the flesh of Sieun’s thigh and he hisses at the sharp pain, and then Suho places a kiss over the marked skin, moving on to another area - he kisses and licks, suckling bruises and leaving bite marks across the span of both thighs, and Sieun already feels tomorrows ache settling in.
“Hyung, baby, fuck-“ his eyes roll back as Suho pushes back in to the hilt, circling his hips in torment, drawing a whimper from his kiss-swollen lips. “You’re such a fucking tease,” he grits out, rolling his hips down.
“And there I was thinking I finally fucked the attitude out of you,” he pulls out slowly, slapping the head of his cock on Sieun’s hole before diving back in, angling straight for his sweet spot.
“Ah! Yes, good boy, Suho-yah. Keep fucking me just like that,” Suho’s cock kicks and Sieun bites his lip to stop a grin from forming, eyes gleaming with amusement. “So good for me, Suho. You’re doing such a good job, baby,”
Suho hangs his head with a whine, bottom lip caught between his teeth in an attempt to hide his embarrassment, but Sieun catches the flush of his cheeks in time. He feels Suho’s length twitch with every word and he clenches once, pleased with the noise he draws from the other.
“‘M so fucking close, baby. Fuck, you gonna come with me?” Sieun nods frantically, hands reaching above his head to grasp at the sheets. Suho’s pace doesn’t let up, he snaps his hips in a desperate chase for his climax, eyes hooked on Sieun’s pliant body - his flushed face, bangs damp and sticking to his forehead and the gorgeous curves of his body, tummy plump and messy with the smear of precum.
Suho takes two fingers to Sieun’s lips, coercing the boy to take them in his mouth where he swirls his tongue between them, sucking and licking at the digits.
Suho turns his head to the side, fingers hooking behind his lower teeth and says, “Stare into the camera, baby. Let it see you make a mess,”
Drool drips to his chin, eyes lidded as he watches Suho ruin him, mirrored back to him on his phone and a choked moan muffles around Suho’s fingers. “Suho-yah, Suho Suho Suho,”
His stomach coils in a tight knot, his final straw being the rough hand that wraps around his weeping cock, the fingers in his mouth retracted to cup his balls, massaging and sending a jolt of pleasure through his body - he comes in thick ropes, landing messily across his stomach and some reaching his chest. His legs burn in the best way as the underside of his knees sit upon Suho’s shoulders and the taller presses wet kisses down his thigh.
At the sight of Sieun’s release, Suho stills, teeth clamping down on the fat of Sieun’s thigh as he comes into the condom, cock twitching endlessly. Sieun heaves in breath after breath, a dazed look in his eyes when he turns his head back to the man above him, blush still ever-present on his face.
“God, you’re so beautiful, Sieun-ah.” Sieun smiles, a full show of teeth and a crease to the corner of his eyes, and Suho’s heart leaps in his chest, overwhelmed with sudden adoration for the other man. He gently releases Sieun’s legs from their position, rubbing a soothing hand along the bitten skin of his thighs. “I’m sorry, baby, I think I got a little carried away.” His kisses at the marks softly, a slight frown taking on his features.
“It’s okay, Suho. I think it’s hot,” Sieun rakes his fingers through the damp strands of Suho’s hair, trying his best to tame the messy locks with a smile. Suho huffs a laugh, though still feeling slightly bad.
“Let me clean you up, love,” Suho brushes the hair from Sieun’s face tenderly before disappearing, returning shortly after with a damp cloth and a bottle of water. “Drink some water, baby.”
He wipes down Sieun’s body carefully, being extra gentle on his intimate areas before he pauses with a quiet ahh.
Sieun watches as Suho pads over to his phone and stops the recording, his lips curling up in a lazy smile despite his exhaustion. “That is not being posted,”
Suho gasps dramatically. “You don’t wanna post our sex tape for the world to see? I’m hurt,” he settles down next to Sieun and props himself on his elbow, head resting on his hand. He draws shapes on Sieun’s chest with his finger idly, eyes finding the latter’s to find he was already looking at him. Cute.
“What made you start the whole camboy thing?” Sieun takes a moment to think, he’s not really sure but he tries to come up with an answer anyway.
“Hmm, I don’t really know, I think the main reason is I was just super horny- don’t laugh!” Suho breaks into a fit of laughter, completely not expecting the response.
“Jerking off wasn’t enough for you?” Sieun grimaces, rolling away to face the opposite direction to sulk and Suho coos, throwing an arm over his waist. “I’m only teasing, baby. I’m kind of glad you did it, I got some real fun nights out of it,” he voice lowers to a murmur, laughing again when Sieun’s ears turn red.
“You’re insufferable,” he turns back to face Suho, a questioning look on his face. “How did you know it was me? I never show my face,”
Suho grins proud. “Your eyes, Sieun-ah. I’d recognise those eyes anywhere. You also wore my shirt a couple of times, which by the way, looks so cute on you, your voice, and then your bed-“
“Okay, okay, I get it,” his face burns in embarrassment. He had no idea it was that obvious.
They talk late into the evening until their eyes start feeling heavy, and Sieun curls up to Suho’s chest, a blanket thrown lazily over their naked bodies.
And once Sieun drifts off, Suho definitely does not send the video to himself.