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Kaelix wasn’t a teenager anymore, yet the odd reality was that he still found himself waking from wet dreams now and then. It was a perplexing situation for him; he wasn’t particularly prone to a high libido—in fact, he is a virgin navigating adulthood with a sense of duty and focus on his responsibilities. Each day was consumed by a whirlwind of tasks and deadlines, leaving little room for the distractions of romance or desire.
As he moved through a world where conversations buzzed with tales of love and sexual escapades, Kaelix felt completely indifferent. He had long convinced himself that being single was perfectly fine and that he was content with his choices. Yet, deep down, moments would creep in when he wondered about the warmth of someone touching him, the comfort of being held, and the thrill of genuine intimacy. It was a fleeting curiosity that he quickly pushed aside, unwilling to dwell on those thoughts.
Just then, a notification pinged, cutting into his reverie.
‘Nyansei’s Live! Please ♡’
Kaelix felt the heat rush to his cheeks, a rush so intense that he had to lean against the kitchen counter for support. The reality of his reaction to a notification from a camboy sent chills up his spine. Alone in his apartment, he was relieved that no one could witness his flustered state. The thought of someone catching him in such a vulnerable moment was almost unbearable.
It would likely be easier to explain if he had been drawn to a curvaceous woman; that scenario at least might make a semblance of sense to those around him. But this was different—it was a guy.
He wasn’t gay. At least, that’s what he repeated to himself. However, he couldn’t shake the undeniable fact that the man had a profound effect on him, igniting feelings he wasn't prepared to confront. In the solitude of his kitchen, he pondered how one person could elicit such a stirring in his heart and body, leaving him confused and intrigued all at once.
As he pressed the notification, a wave of anticipation washed over him. The loading icon spun for what felt like an eternity, heightening his nerves.
The scene came into focus: a well-lit, plain room devoid of distractions. The webcam’s frame captured just below his chin, offering a glimpse into the moment. Nyansei knelt gracefully on the bed, positioning himself closer to the camera to highlight his lower body. Unlike his previous streams, which showcased a full ensemble of intricate lingerie, he wore an oversized white shirt tonight. It hung loosely on his frame, draping just enough to enticingly cover his milky upper thighs—a classic yet provocative choice. It shouldn’t be too bad, he thought, trying to convince himself.
Yet as he shifted back, leaning slightly against the wall, the mood shifted dramatically. His face was framed, but obscured by a sleek black mask. Only his eyes were visible—deep sapphire orbs glistening with a mixture of vulnerability and desperation. Kaelix had always found his mole under his left eye charming—a small detail that made him even cuter.
In a bold move, Nyansei lifted both of his legs, pressing them tightly together and then effortlessly hooking them with one arm. The fabric of the shirt shifted slightly, revealing the truth beneath—he wore nothing underneath. His hole was gaping wide, raw and demanding, glistening with wetness that caught the light and made it almost sparkle, while the damp reflection on his inner thighs down to his ass amplified the overwhelming intensity. The combination of innocence and daring left a charged atmosphere in the room, as he prepared to embrace whatever reactions awaited him on the other side of the screen.
The live chat exploded in a frenzy—comments flooding in at a dizzying pace. Words tumbled over each other:
‘So wet already~.’
‘You want it so bad, don’t you?’
‘Come on, touch yourself for me.’
The screen lit up with the torrent of messages, each more impatient than the last, as if vying for attention. Kaelix’s eyes fixated on the chaos, his pulse pounding in his ears. His breath caught in his throat—how could anyone be this pretty?
Nyansei's voice was soft, almost whispering, but it carried a weight that made Kaelix’s skin tingle. "You see, I’ve already stretched myself out… I’m so sorry, everyone! I just couldn’t take any more!” His words spilled out in a breathless rush, making Kaelix’s heart race. He peeked at the screen, moving his head out slightly from his position, eager to catch every movement.
Suddenly, the comments intensified—words like ‘bad’ and ‘naughty’ flooded the chat, fueling the atmosphere. Nyansei’s voice grew more teasing, more provocative. “Wha—no! I haven’t cum yet!” he protested, his tone playful but edged with genuine frustration. Kaelix could almost see the pout beneath the mask, that irresistible hint of defiance.
His gaze was glued to the screen as Nyansei continued, voice trembling with anticipation, "At—At least, not with your command."
Kaelix’s fingers trembled as he stared at his phone, lost in the hypnotic rhythm of the scene. "You…" he muttered under his breath, eyes flickering over the screen. This guy—he really knew how to use his words, how to hit every erogenous zone with just words. It was almost too much.
Suddenly, Nyansei’s gentle voice came through his phone’s speaker again, as if reading Kaelix’s mind. “Know how impatient I am, so I’m gonna get started.” The words dripped with softness, a teasing promise that made Kaelix’s chest tighten.
And then—he appeared. A pink, transparent dildo, about eight inches—one of the fan favorites, Nyansei’s personal favorite—was revealed in his hand. Slowly, deliberately, he positioned it at his already slick entrance and pressed it in, head thrown back with a muffled whine that sent shivers down Kaelix’s spine.
He watched, transfixed, as Nyansei’s hole stretched and accepted the toy, swallowing it completely. His mouth parted slightly in surprise, a gasp caught in his throat. The slow, deliberate thrusts, the slight discomfort laced with pleasure, made Kaelix’s mind spin. The whines—those tiny, helpless sounds—sent electric currents straight into his groin.
Kaelix’s hips bucked instinctively towards the counter, his groan muffled in the thick air of the room. The scene was hypnotic—Nyansei’s slow, steady rhythm, the way he adjusted, the soft whines that seemed to crack open his composure.
"After a bit, it feels more comfortable," Nyansei murmured, voice thick with sensation, picking up his pace. “And then—”
“Ngh!” The flood of comments doubled, tripled, rushing in with a vengeance. Kaelix’s fingers hovered over his keyboard, trembling, and he finally typed:
‘You’ve hit your sweet spot, have you?'
His face burned hot at the sight of his username—K-nyan—blazing across the screen. It wasn’t like he was some devoted fanboy; he just… couldn’t help himself. Even with hundreds of other voices flooding the chat, hearing even the initial of his own name in that context felt almost illegal.
“W-Wait,” Nyansei stammered, voice shaky as he addressed his viewers, but his hand—completely out of his control—moved faster, abusing his prostate again and again. The sound of the toy slamming against his skin echoed in the quiet of the room, a relentless rhythm.
“It feels—feels too good!” he whined, voice cracking. “If you don’t slow down, then I’m—haa!”
Kaelix’s own body responded instinctively, grinding his bulge against the counter, eyes shut tight. He imagined him—Nyansei—spread out across the bed, legs together, trembling from the intensity. He pictured himself holding those legs, maybe resting his legs on his own shoulder as he pounded into him mercilessly, hearing the helpless cry that would escape his lips, his sweat-sticky bangs clinging to his forehead, voice hoarse and cracking from the surge of pleasure.
He didn’t know how long he had been lost in that fantasy—only the desperate pleas, the chants of “Want to cum,” and “Feels so good” of Nyansei yanked him back. His eyelids fluttered shut, the scene dissolving into the distant hum of his own racing thoughts.
It should disgust him. Watching. Fantasizing. Getting off on someone else’s pleasure.
He pressed on his keyboard, fingers trembling.
‘I fucking need you.’
Maybe it was the high—coming untouched in his pajamas—that made him type that, reckless and raw.
But Nyansei came too. His legs shook, finally falling apart, still wide open, cock twitching as his chest heaved in exhaustion.
“K—”
Just then, the audio cut out—Kaelix must have pressed the power button on his phone by accident.
He scrambled to unlock his screen, frantically typing his passcode. God, was he daydreaming again? Did he really hear that right? It was just a syllable—probably the end of ‘okay.’ But hearing it come from his mouth…
Nyansei was already sitting up, his sweaty face still showing the afterglow of pleasure as he neared the end of the stream, his expression relaxed and slightly exhausted.
“Thank you for watching and helping me, K-nyan~” he winked and giggled, and it made Kaelix’s stomach tighten.
He saw his comment. And his face burned hotter.
“Fuck. Sei.”