Filling In (Filling Up)

by pyrophobia

Summary:

Seonghwa started an OnlyFans while in university to help him and his roommate, Hongjoong, make ends meet, not anticipating his side-hustle to quickly spiral out of control, becoming his full-time job. His OnlyFans account gains him lucrative income, adoring fans, and a tight-knit team to help him grow even larger on the platform.

But as time passes, Seonghwa is starting to get burnt out, and his manager suggests changing things up by doing a challenge going around the platform. The only problem is, it requires a partner, something Seonghwa has refused time and time again with the same excuses-he doesn't have a partner, he doesn't trust anyone, he is afraid a collaboration will go south-shooting the idea down for the nth time.

Until one day his trusted photographer can't make it to their shoot, and Seonghwa is left to do it on his own, something he hasn't done in a while. But his roommate steps in, and offers to fill in for her last minute. Seonghwa is skeptical at first, since Hongjoong stays far, far removed from Seonghwa's profession, but when things go well-better than he could've imagined-Seonghwa doesn't see the harm in simply asking Hongjoong to help out a little more.

Notes:

heLLO everyone i am BACK after a rOUGH few weeks off. had a kidney stone (my 4th but dw they fINALLY referred me to a specialist). but i'M BACK and ready to cRANK out more fILTH and tRUST ME this may seem tame but the rest of it is filthy.

Chapter 1: Chapter One

Seonghwa frowns at himself, looking down at his soiled chest that’s still heaving from the intensity of his release. He glances up at the camera pointed at him, knowing it’s still capturing his every movement. There are lights scattered about, his computer on, but the room is mostly quiet–the apartment quiet–so he assumes he’s still alone.

 

He tilts his head to the side, arm reaching out to grasp at the wipes he has perched on the bedside table for this very circumstance, and quickly pulls out a couple to wipe his abdomen clean. His body responds with a slight jolt when the cool wipe makes contact with his heated skin. He’s still very warm, very sensitive as he swipes up his abdomen with one wipe before gently taking his softening cock in one hand to wipe it down lightly with the other.

 

Once he’s satisfied, he sits up, slightly wobbly on his legs, cuts the recording, and grabs a long, silk robe to throw over his body. He fastens it around his waist loosely before he turns his recording equipment off and crosses the room, making for the door.

 

He slips out of the staged bedroom, closing the door behind him, before he walks down the hall, only to be startled to see Hongjoong sitting in the armchair in the living room, headphones on, and laptop perched on the armrest.

 

Hongjoong looks over at him, unfazed by his loosely tied robe and disheveled state, and quickly tugs his headphones down, brows rising as Seonghwa comes further into the room, one arm wrapped tightly around his waist while the other reaches up to fuss over his makeup that he knows is smudged.

 

“You don’t usually film this late on Wednesdays,” Hongjoong says, and Seonghwa flushes, knowing that Hongjoong has heard quite a bit of his session this evening.

 

“I-I thought you were gone for the night,” Seonghwa says, biting his lip nervously. “I thought you went out with friends or were working late with Mingi.”

 

“I just forgot something at the studio,” Hongjoong says, and Seonghwa nods slowly. “That’s why I was later than usual.”

 

“I should’ve texted you–”

 

Seonghwa’s voice is apologetic, matching his expression. He always feels bad when he veers off schedule, thinking Hongjoong has gone out for the night so he has the apartment alone to pre-film, only to finish his recording to find Hongjoong has returned, and he has been subject to Seonghwa’s moaning and begging for God knows how long.

 

“It’s fine,” Hongjoong says, cutting him off, but Seonghwa still looks to the floor, feeling at fault for yet another mishap. “Noise canceling headphones,” Hongjoong says, raising his hands to grasp at the pair wrapped around his neck. “Couldn’t hear a thing once I put them on.”

 

“Once you put them on,” Seonghwa repeats, rolling his eyes when Hongjoong shrugs.

 

“Don’t worry about it,” Hongjoong reiterates, turning his head back toward his laptop. “Are you done for the night?”

 

“Y-Yeah,” Seonghwa says, because part of him thinks how loud he was makes it pretty obvious he is done, but he guesses Hongjoong couldn’t hear that.

 

“Good,” the shorter man says, running a hand through his dark hair. “I brought takeout home. If you’re hungry after… after all that.”

 

It’s slightly awkward, and it’s been years, yet Hongjoong still doesn’t know how to properly address it. But what straight man does know how to properly address his best friend and roommate taking dildos up his ass for a living?

 

“I’m starving,” Seonghwa says, trying to ignore the blush that has reached the tips of his ears to focus on how hungry he is after filming.

 

He hears Hongjoong laugh lightly as he goes into the kitchen, and begins rummaging through the multiple takeout boxes in the fridge to find what he's looking for. His favorite. Hongjoong always gets him his favorite. 

 

He grabs a water bottle from the fridge, nearly downing half of it in one go from how much he exerted himself earlier, before he returns to the living room with the bottle tucked under one arm and dinner in his hands, happily scarfing it down.

 

Hongjoong has put his headphones on again, but has one pressed behind his right ear, letting Seonghwa know he's listening, even if it's only half hearted. Seonghwa slowly approaches Hongjoong, and perches himself on the chunky armrest that Hongjoong isn't balancing his laptop on so he can see what the other man is working on, even if he doesn't understand it.

 

The shorter male doesn't seem to mind, and shifts over a bit, giving Seonghwa more room to sit comfortably–as comfortably as he can with half his ass hanging off the armrest.

 

“Is it almost done?” Seonghwa asks, making conversation, even if his mouth is full and his body is still sticky from sweat and other substances.

 

But it’s not that Hongjoong minds.

 

“Almost,” he replies, double checking that the progress he has made is saved before he closes his laptop, disconnecting his headphone from it to give Seonghwa his full attention.

 

Seonghwa rolls his eyes, because Hongjoong is always like this. But only with what he’s working on for himself. Hongjoong is always asking for a second opinion when he’s working on lyrics or a demo for another artist, and Seonghwa freely gives feedback that Hongjoong has told him time and time again that he is grateful for, but when it comes to Hongjoong’s personal music, he’s never been forthcoming with any details.

 

Seonghwa chooses not to dwell on the fact that Hongjoong yet again is hiding his personal work from him, and decides it isn’t worth pushing, given he has no room to talk. Seonghwa doesn’t exactly share his own work with his roommate–even if his line of work is just a tad bit different.

 

Hongjoong works for an entertainment company. He writes and produces music for artists of varying sizes, some Seonghwa has never heard of, others he has been following for years. Seonghwa knows Hongjoong is good at what he does. He knows there isn’t a song Hongjoong has created that he doesn’t like, but he guesses the ones he makes for himself, the more personal ones he likes to keep hidden.

 

And then there’s Seonghwa. Who also technically works for an entertainment company. Except his is an adult entertainment company. And Seonghwa hides most of what he does from Hongjoong out of respect for the shorter man.

 

It’s a strange arrangement from the outside looking in–a gay adult entertainer living with a straight music producer–but it hasn’t always been like this.

 

They met while in school, sharing a mutual class where they became friends, and even if they had completely different majors in university, their friendship flourished, and once they were able to, they decided to get a place together as roommates.

 

While living alone with your best friend is lovely, paying bills for said place is not.

 

They were on their own for rent, utilities, and basic necessities. Hongjoong was working part time at the record store while pursuing his degree, and Seonghwa had a shitty unpaid internship, leaving him overworked and without anything to show for it, and hardly any time off, and they were beginning to grow desperate.

 

So Seonghwa did what any desperate university student would do.

 

He made an OnlyFans account.

 

Even if he could create content and work basically anywhere at any time, he still had to put in a lot of effort to get the ball rolling. He created alternate social media accounts to pull in an audience with tags. He fussed over his room, trying to make do with what he had to create content that didn’t give everything away. And he had to work around Hongjoong. At least until he made enough money to warrant telling his roommate where his sudden increase of income was coming from.

 

It took an entire semester of staying up late, building up the courage to post more and more risqué content, and tip-toeing around Hongjoong to make enough to cover both portions of their rent, and have some left over.

 

And when he could comfortably afford their rent and some, he decided it was time to tell Hongjoong.

 

And that could’ve gone worse, looking back.

 

Hongjoong knew Seonghwa has gay. Hongjoong had met a few of Seonghwa’s flings while in University. But nothing could’ve prepared Hongjoong for when Seonghwa sat him down and showed him his OnlyFans page that displayed far more of Seonghwa’s body than Hongjoong had ever seen.

 

Seonghwa wanted to prove it to Hongjoong, and when Hongjoong thought he was joking about the whole thing, he didn’t hesitate to pull up his page and let him have a look for himself, only to have Hongjoong quickly shut the laptop, cursing under his breath about how he can’t just do that without warning him, and Seonghwa argued back that he did, Hongjoong just didn’t believe him and he had to prove it to him.

 

Seonghwa was nervous about Hongjoong’s reaction, and it took some bickering before Hongjoong finally got over the fact that he had been exposed to Seonghwa’s naked body and Seonghwa was surprised to hear Hongjoong didn’t mind.

 

He had told him it was Seonghwa’s choice what he did, how he made money, and as long as he wasn’t giving away too much personal information, Hongjoong was on board. Seonghwa could tell Hongjoong was still slightly uncomfortable about the whole ordeal with how nervous his voice sounded and how he refused to make eye contact, but again, that could’ve been the fact that he had just seen Seonghwa naked. After a few days and a few more conversations about it, Hongjoong seemed more than willing to accommodate Seonghwa’s new job.

 

And Hongjoong was accommodating. Very accommodating.

 

They worked out a schedule for Seonghwa to film and stream, a schedule that required Hongjoong to be out some evenings to give Seonghwa some privacy in their apartment. Seonghwa felt awful about this arrangement at the time, but it turned out to be the best thing that could’ve happened to them.

 

Hongjoong spent more time working on his school work and his passions, while Seonghwa spent his time building his OnlyFans persona, both achieving major success in their endeavors.

 

Hongjoong got an opportunity to intern with an entertainment company–a paid position–while Seonghwa slowly rose in popularity, eventually bringing in enough monthly income to warrant some major changes. Changes that affected the both of them.

 

And while they were both making good money, both able to comfortably afford to live separately, they kind of liked their living situation (even with the occasional hiccup that included some awkward tension), had an amazing friendship because of it, and Hongjoong and Seonghwa both agreed given Seonghwa’s line of work, he shouldn’t live alone.

 

But he needed a larger place, a place where he could set up a separate room to be his studio, and invest in better equipment. So they moved into their current place, one that was more luxurious, offering an added layer of privacy, and that had a third bedroom for Seonghwa to set up to be his permanent filming location. This made it even easier to create more content, and helped him manage his time better and rejuvenated his creative juices once he could separate his actual living space and his workspace.

 

And things only spiraled even more out of control from there.

 

“What are you thinking about?”

 

Seonghwa hadn’t realized he’d zoned out until Hongjoong breaks the silence, looking up at him curiously.

 

“Just thinking about work,” Seonghwa replies, because that’s what he always thinks about. “I have a zoom meeting with Hyun-joo tomorrow afternoon.”

 

“What about?” Hongjoong asks, reaching up to Seonghwa’s face to swipe a thumb over his cheek, rubbing away what Seonghwa can only assume is smudged makeup.

 

“We’re discussing next month’s schedule,” Seonghwa says. “Among other things. There’s been an uptick in subscribers recently which means more work for the both of us.”

 

“But that’s good,” Hongjoong says optimistically. “Especially since this is your full time job.”

 

Seonghwa sighs. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s good.”

 

Seonghwa had never meant for it to become his full time job. He thought he’d just make some extra income on the side while he was in college–if his page ever even took off–and then he’d stop once he no longer needed to, and had a normal job. 

 

But that was before he discovered how much he really could make.

 

Things quickly got out of hand, and soon he looked into hiring a manager for his page, to take some of the stress off of himself. That’s how he found Hyun-joo, a woman working for a company in the UK that has helped him tremendously, by not only helping him stay on a schedule and manage the subscribers he already had, but helped build even more of a following on the platform.

 

And although having a loyal following and making more money than Seonghwa had ever imagined he’d make is nice, there are some drawbacks.

 

One of them being the fact that Seonghwa doesn’t get a lot of time off.

 

He is constantly having to pre-record content, anticipate what his subscribers will want, maintain conversations with paying fans, keep up with special requests, fulfill services he offers, and more. 

 

He has to divide his messages up between himself and Hyun-joo, because it has come to a point that he can’t reply to them all himself. He gets an emailed list of content he has to produce for paying subscribers who have made special requests weekly from his manager. He does as much of the work he can by himself, whether it be filming or photos, but for his paid, pre-made content he does use an editor for his videos and regularly hires a photographer for his photosets.

 

He offers video calls, voice calls, and live streams that he does on his own, but his fans really appreciate the effort he puts into his one on one services. He tries his best to curate content for each individual upon their request, within reason, but sometimes it’s just a lot.

 

Even if he’s filming videos a month ahead, creating photo sets on a weekly basis, and buying new toys and outfits to keep things interesting, he doesn’t feel like he’s ever ahead of the game, or that he ever has a moment to rest. And as much as he loves pleasuring himself, he always has to find new and inventive ways to get off, add toys and outfits to spice things up, and sometimes push himself to do new or difficult things to keep his retention high.

 

And all of that is what takes the fun out of it. It’s what drains him. Makes him exhausted. While Hyun-joo helps take some of the mental stress off of him with scheduling and communication, he’s still constantly going and going, anticipating new subscribers, anticipating new requests, trying to stay ahead in an occupation that is so personal to his subscribers and he desperately wants to provide the exact content they request to the absolute best of his ability.

 

But he can’t complain. He doesn’t feel he has the right to. He has a luxury apartment, has loyal fans and followers, has had a generally pleasant experience–with the few, rare assholes he has had to block. And he doesn’t want to stop. It’s given him the financial independence and freedom he could only have dreamt of, and he’s slowly saving, investing, and planning for the future beyond OnlyFans, so he’s not ready to quit yet.

 

But he can’t say the constant work isn’t making him feel drained and uninspired.

 

He misses the days where it was exciting. Where he was exhilarated to get in front of the camera and film something. Where each message made him giddy with excitement. Where he put so much love and care into each photo he took, sent, and posted.

 

Now it feels like nothing excites him how it used to.

 

“Are you okay?”Hongjoong asks, eyes softening as he looks at the taller male perched beside him.

 

“I’m fine,” Seonghwa replies, sighing heavily, which makes Hongjoong press his lips into a thin line and give him a knowing look. “Just tired.”

 

“You should take a bath or something,” Hongjoong suggests, and Seonghwa knows he’s just trying to tell him to relax, but part of him knows he needs it for other reasons.

 

“Are you calling me stinky?”

 

“Well,” Hongjoong says matter of factly. “You do kinda smell like sweat and cum, but I wasn’t going to say anything.”

 

Seonghwa mockingly gasps at Hongjoong, scandalously pulling his robe closed. The shorter man laughs, and gently pats at Seonghwa’s back, encouraging him to get off the armrest and onto his feet.

 

“I meant it as a way to relax,” Hongjoong says, eyes never leaving Seonghwa’s face as the taller man shifts in front of him, squinting his eyes at Hongjoong as if he doesn’t believe that’s really what he meant. “You worked overtime tonight.”

 

Seonghwa sighs.

 

There is no overtime in this line of work. He’s always working.

 

“I still need to answer messages,” he says, dragging a hand through his dark hair.

 

He knows it’s going to be another few hours of answering messages. He’s been avoiding his inbox for the past few hours. Telling himself pre-filming is more important. He can get to them later.

 

“After a relaxing bath?” Hongjoong asks, and Seonghwa bites his lip, not answering him. Hongjoong sighs, knowing the adult entertainer is going to take his phone with him into the bathroom and answer messages from the warmth of his bathwater. “You work far too much,” Hongjoong huffs.

 

“So do you,” Seonghwa retorts, and Hongjoong can’t argue.

 

He may be able to come home in the afternoons at a reasonable time, but that doesn’t mean he always does. Not only to give Seonghwa more time to work on long filming or photoshoot days, but because he, too, is a workaholic.

 

Seonghwa doesn’t know how Hongjoong can say that–like he wasn’t just working mere moments before.

 

“Thanks for dinner,” Seonghwa says, moving to clean up his mess, but Hongjoong leans forward in his seat, stopping him.

 

“I’ve got it,” the dark haired male says, swatting Seonghwa’s hands away. “Go take your bath. And try to enjoy at least some of it.”

 

Seonghwa wants to argue, but Hongjoong is already standing up, gathering the half empty container and water bottle to dispose of.

 

“Thanks,” Seonghwa says softly, and Hongjoong mutters a soft don’t mention it between them before he is headed to the kitchen to clean up.

 

Seonghwa sighs heavily, going back into his filming room to grab his phone before he slips into the connecting bathroom. He turns on the water and pulls up his account on his phone, slowly letting the water heat up as he begins scrolling through messages before his toes even touch the water.

-

“I’ve sent you an email with last week’s requests,” Hyun-joo says, her tone even, eyes looking away from the webcam, obviously looking at her outline for the day’s meeting. “There were quite a few photo set requests last week, a few fetish requests that I need you to approve or deny, and one custom video request from your tip menu.”

 

“And my messages?”

 

“I’ll send over the list of casual requests for you to look over and some pricing I’ve suggested,” Hyun-joo says, looking at Seonghwa through her camera. “I also have a few one on one message requests. I’ve offered a few timeframes that we’ve agreed on, but I need you to pick which one works best for you before accepting payment.”

 

Seonghwa watches as the emails pop up on his phone. He opens them one by one, starting with the easy things, like approving requests. Seonghwa can see Hyun-joo adding things to his calendar, adding things throughout the next week amongst his normal schedule.

 

He looks through his files, seeing if he has any pre-made photo sets that will work with the requests he has so he can go ahead and fulfill as many requests as he can. His photographer is coming tomorrow to work on the requests he doesn't have on hand, as well as shoot some extras to save for later because he's always thinking ahead.

 

“I can fit the two thirty minute sessions on Wednesday afternoon,” Seonghwa says, and Hyun-joo is quick to add that to his calendar upon approval. “The shorter ones I’ll knock out Tuesday morning after my good morning messages.”

 

“And the custom video?”

 

“Fuck,” Seonghwa mutters, looking at his calendar. “I’ll film it Monday morning.”

 

“That’s two videos in one day,” Hyun-joo says, but Seonghwa doesn't have any other option.

 

“I film regular content Monday, go live Tuesday and Thursday, Wednesday is for my requests, Fridays are my photoshoot days,” Seonghwa says, and Hyun-joo gets it. She knows he’s busy. “I could film it after my photoshoot on Friday, but I’m usually exhausted then and like to be present in messages instead,” Seonghwa says.

 

“I guess it's the only time that works,” Hyun-joo says, adding it to Seonghwa’s calendar. “I’d rather it be on Monday than on a day you live stream.”

 

“I’ve gotta be able to keep it up,” Seonghwa says, chuckling. “I’ll skip my Monday workout so I can fit it all in.”

 

“Don't make that a habit,” Hyun-joo scolds lightly.

 

He knows she means no harm, and that his body is the star of the show. He knows he has to workout daily as a part of his job, just like eating healthy and keeping himself well kept are also job requirements.

 

“That looks like that’s essentially it for your schedule,” Hyun-joo says, noting that their paid content is all mapped out for the next week. “Email me updates on Sunday when your videos and photos this week are edited so I can disperse them and schedule extra content.”

 

“Will do,” Seonghwa says, rereading her emails one last time to make sure he’s got a good grasp of what’s required of him.

 

“I’ll continue to monitor your messages and update you on paid requests like normal,” she says, smiling brightly.

 

“Perfect,” Seonghwa says, so thankful he has her to take some work off his shoulders so he can focus on other things. “Anything else we need to discuss?”

 

Hyun-joo purses her lips, and Seonghwa knows nothing good ever follows when she makes that face.

 

“I do have something I wanted to suggest,” she says, and Seonghwa feels like he's been here before.

 

“I’m not doing a collaboration,” Seonghwa says, and Hyun-joo’s heard it all before.

 

She manages a few other adult content creators in the area, and she always tells him doing a collab here and there will do wonders for his page, but Seonghwa always refuses. Even if he's broadcasting his face and body online, he doesn't want to risk trusting someone in the industry who turns out to be untrustworthy.  

 

He’s seen it before. He’s heard the drama of creators turning on one another. He’s seen creators leak content and personal information. It's a cut throat industry, and he has made well for himself by himself. He doesn't want to risk fucking it up.

 

“I know you aren't willing to collaborate with other creators,” she drawls, and Seonghwa eyes her suspiciously, wondering what she’s coming up with in that brilliant head of hers. “But I’ve been seeing this challenge going around.”

 

This is new.

 

“What challenge?” Seonghwa asks, intrigued, but skeptical.

 

“It’s a challenge where you guess what dildo is in your ass by how it feels,” she says, chuckling, because it's kind of difficult to explain. “You have quite a few. I think it may be a fun game for you.”

 

“But I would be able to feel them in my hand,” Seonghwa says, knowing that wouldn’t be a fair challenge he could do alone.

 

“That’s where a partner comes in.”

 

“I don't have a partner and I’m not collaborating with another creator,” Seonghwa says, and that’s final.

 

“But you have friends. And that roommate of yours,” Hyun-joo says, and Seonghwa doesn't like where this is going. “No one else has to reveal more than their torso, or even a hand.”

 

“Just because an old friend from college does my photo shoots and edits my videos doesn't mean she’s willing to shove dildos in my ass on camera,” Seonghwa says. “And Hongjoong is straight. He may be subjected to the occasional moan and some slight indecency but that's all I want to subject him to.”

 

His expression is hard, his voice final, but it's Hyun-joo’s job to suggest these things. She’s not doing it to make him uncomfortable or force him into anything, she’s just looking out for his career. 

 

Seonghwa knows collaborating with another creator is a great way to gain exposure, and he's seen what good collaborations do for creators, but his own fear of things turning sour has always deterred him from trying.

 

“I just think it might be good for your career,” Hyun-joo says. “It could also be good for you.” 

 

“Hyun-joo,” Seonghwa says, his voice trailing off as he hears the softness in her tone.

 

“I’ve been working with you for almost a year. I know you’re getting burnt out,” she says, and she isn't wrong. Seonghwa can’t deny it. This career has him constantly going, without many breaks. “I think doing something like this may be exhilarating. It might be different, but fun to have someone else there, to do something new.”

 

Seonghwa can't say he isn't intrigued with having someone else present. He spends a lot of his time in solitude. While he does have friends he sees occasionally, his manager, photographer, and editor, as well as Hongjoong–and he can’t forget about his fans–he still feels very alone all the time.

 

His job isn't something he enjoys sharing with everyone. Only his closest friends know about it. And the ones that do know are much like Hongjoong.

 

Far removed from it. Keeping a respectable distance. Supportive, but never engaging.

 

And the work gets repetitive.

 

It’s almost mundane at times doing the same things over and over, and when he is spicing it up, he usually feels stress lingering in the back of his mind, wondering if he's doing the right thing, if he looks pretty, or if his subscribers would even like it.

 

He hasn't even had a lover in many, many months. By this time over a year. Not since he was in university. He hasn’t been touched or fucked by a lover in a very long time. Not that this would require someone fucking him, but it would require a lot of intimate touching.

 

But.

 

Having someone else with him is exciting to think about. It would keep him busy, and bring a whole new world of excitement out of him that he’s been missing.

 

But he doesn't have a single person in mind. Strangers are out of the question. And the people who have seen him naked in the flesh would never agree to such a thing. It would break the boundary between their friendship and professional relationship.

 

He couldn't dare.

 

But that doesn't mean it isn't intriguing.

 

“Will you at least think about it?” Hyun-joo asks.

 

“I am,” Seonghwa says truthfully. “And it doesn't seem realistic.”

 

“But you’re considering the idea?” she says hopefully, and Seonghwa begrudgingly nods.

 

“Wonderful!” Hyun-joo says excitedly, clasping her hands together as she flashes him a bright smile. “That’s all I could ask for. You’re quite stubborn.”

 

“So are you,” Seonghwa snorts, and Hyun-joo rocks back in her seat as she laughs.

 

“Maybe that's why we work so well together,” she says, giggling. “We just get each other.”

 

“Get on each other’s nerves you mean,” Seonghwa says, and she's rocking back in a fit of laughter again.

 

“Fuck,” she breathes, trying to calm herself down. “This is why you’re my favorite client.”

 

“And you're my favorite manager.”

 

“I’m your only manager.”

 

“So you think,” Seonghwa says mischievously, and Hyun-joo scoffs.

 

“Like anyone else would be able to handle you,” she replies.

 

Before Seonghwa can reply, his phone begins ringing, Hongjoong’s name lighting up on his screen, as well as a photo of the two of them together, from the day they moved into their new apartment, posing with excited smiles, still amazed that they were able to move to such a luxurious apartment complex right out of university.

 

“Who is that?” Hyun-joo asks, and Seonghwa smirks.

 

“Wouldn't you like to know,” he says with a wicked smirk. “And what if it's a manager I plan to replace you with?”

 

“Yeah right,” Hyun-joo says, rolling her eyes.

 

Seonghwa unlocks his phone, accepting the call, and places it on speaker.

 

“Say hi to Hyun-joo, Hongjoong.”

 

“S-Shit, you're still in your meeting? Uh–Hi Hyun-joo! Hope I’m not interrupting anything important!”

 

“Hi, Hongjoong!” Hyun-joo says back, smiling brightly. “You weren't interrupting anything. We’ve already finished. We’re just chatting.”

 

“I’m still sorry for interrupting,” Hongjoong says. “I just wanted to ask if Seonghwa wanted me to pick something up to eat on the way home.”

 

“No need,” Seonghwa says, jumping back into the conversation. “You bought dinner last night. I’ll cook something tonight.” 

 

“Are you sure?” Hongjoong asks. “It’s no issue.”

 

“I’ve got it,” Seonghwa assures him. “When will you be home?”

 

“An hour max,” Hongjoong replies. 

 

“Perfect,” Seonghwa says. “See you soon.”

 

Hongjoong bids a quick goodbye to them both before Seonghwa locks his phone and looks pointedly at his manager through his webcam lens. 

 

“With that, I must go,” Seonghwa says.

 

“Remember to update me Sunday,” Hyun-joo calls.

 

“I always do!” Seonghwa replies.

 

Once Hyun-joo logs off Seonghwa sighs softly. He makes his way into the kitchen, ready to whip something up quickly for himself and Hongjoong as he replays the conversation with Hyun-joo in his head repeatedly, wondering if it is worth it to collaborate with someone or find someone to do her suggested challenge with.

-

“I understand–please don’t apologize,” Seonghwa says, trying not to sound the slightest bit upset. “It’s not your fault, Ha-yoon.”

 

“But it’s so short notice,” she says, her voice riddled with sadness. “I know how much you need these photos! I can try to come later. We can figure something out.”

 

“Your boyfriend is sick, Ha-yoon,” Seonghwa says. “It’s best if you stayed home with him. He needs you right now, and you don’t know if he’s contagious.”

 

“Y-You’re right,” she says, his voice trailing off. “I’m so sorry. Maybe next week we can double our session. Find some way to make this up.”

 

“Don’t worry about it,” Seonghwa says, even if his mind is racing, trying to figure out what he’s going to do. “I’ll figure something out.”

 

“I’ll text you,” Ha-yoon says, and Seonghwa bids her goodbye.

 

He places his phone down on his vanity. His makeup brushes are abandoned in front of him, and he stares at himself in the mirror, shoulders slumped.

 

Ha-yoon, his long time friend and photographer, isn’t going to be able to make it today because of her sick boyfriend, and Seonghwa knows it isn’t her fault, but he’s completely fucked.

 

He doesn’t have a backup photographer, and he hasn’t taken photos of himself for photosets in a while. It’s extremely time consuming to do it all by himself. To set up the varying shots all over the room. To change in and out of different outfits. It will practically double the amount of work.

 

And it’s a million times better when Ha-yoon does it. That’s why he hired her. She captures him in a way he could never capture himself, and they’ve become so comfortable with each other. That’s one of the reasons he doesn’t have a backup. There’s no one like Ha-yoon.

 

Seonghwa feels defeated. He has multiple different outfits to get through today, including some fetish content, and he needed Ha-yoon to be here to help him. He knows there’s no way he’ll get through it all in one day by himself with all the other things he has going on. He always has to take so many extra shots of himself when he does it, never satisfied with his work when it’s him in front of and behind the camera.

 

He’s still lost in his thoughts when he hears a knock at his door, followed by the sound of it slowly creaking open.

 

“You dressed?” Hongjoong asks, his body hidden behind the slightly open door to his bedroom.

 

“Yeah,” Seonghwa replies, adjusting his robe to keep his bare chest hidden.

 

“I was just coming to ask when you and Ha-yoon expect you’ll be done,” Hongjoong says, leaning against the doorframe. “There’s not much going on at the studio today. I was going to go and work on my own shit to stay out of y’all’s way.”

 

“Ha-yoon isn’t coming.”

 

He doesn't mean to be short with Hongjoong, but he can't help it. He’s under a lot of stress.

 

“She’s–She’s what?” Hongjoong asks, head tilting to the side in confusion. “But it’s Friday.”

 

“Her boyfriend is sick.”

 

Hongjoong nods slowly, mouth forming a small ‘O’ as he does so. Seonghwa nods with him, looking at Hongjoong through the mirror, his back to his roommate. He picks up his makeup brushes, knowing that he has to at least try to get some photos done, even if he can’t get them all. He just hopes he can finish the rest of them by Saturday so he can edit them Sunday and have them sent over to Hyun-joo.

 

“Who is going to take your photos?” Hongjoong asks, and Seonghwa’s hands falter a bit before he replies.

 

“I’m going to have to do it,” he says, but it doesn’t come out positive in the slightest.

 

He sounds frustrated, upset, and defeated. He doesn’t want to feel that way. He doesn’t want Ha-yoon to think she has let him down or done something wrong pulling out so short of notice. But he’s just fucked.

 

Ha-yoon is an amazing friend, an amazing photographer and editor, and Seonghwa is forever grateful to have someone like her in his life.

 

But life happens. It’s his fault he hasn’t hired an alternate or kept up on his skills in preparation for days like these.

 

“You don’t have anyone else?” Hongjoong asks, and Seonghwa shakes his head. “Will you be able to do it on your own?”

 

Seonghwa nods. “I used to do it all on my own,” he says, adding the faintest hint of blush to his cheeks. “It’ll just take me a while.”

 

“Do you need help?”

 

“I’ve got it,” Seonghwa says, but he isn’t so sure about that. “At least I think I do.”

 

Seonghwa glances over at Hongjoong noticing the way the man has crossed his arms over his chest, and is staring at the fluffy carpet on the floor of Seonghwa’s room. He seems to be deeply lost in thought, and Seonghwa thinks nothing of it. He continues to apply his makeup, thoughts revolving around how he’s going to position his camera to get even remotely close to the angles Ha-yoon usually takes of him.

 

“What if I took them?”

 

Seonghwa drops his powder brush, brows knitting in confusion as he looks at Hongjoong through the mirror in front of him.

 

“If you what?” Seonghwa asks, wondering if he’d heard Hongjoong right.

 

“What if,” Hongjoong pauses, meeting Seonghwa’s eyes through the mirror, “I took them?” 

 

Seonghwa shakes his head a bit in confusion before he turns around, meeting Hongjoong’s eyes directly. Hongjoong doesn’t seem at all fazed by what he’s said, while Seonghwa is all kinds of confused.

 

“D-Don’t you have work?”

 

“A few of the other guys called out,” Hongjoong says, shrugging. “I was just going to bullshit and work on my own shit. I don’t have to go in today.”

 

“But you know what kind of photos I take,” Seonghwa says, trying to come up with another excuse. “You would see me naked.”

 

“I’ve already seen you naked.”

 

“But you’d be taking photos of it. Of my dick,” Seonghwa says, emphasizing the word.

 

He sees Hongjoong swallow, but it doesn't sway him. “If Ha-yoon can do it, I can do it.”

 

“Hongjoong,” Seonghwa says darkly, trying to explain that these photos aren’t normal photos. “I’m going to have to be hard. I’m going to have to touch myself. And you’re going to have to witness it.”

 

Hongjoong looks away for a moment, but doesn’t back down. “If she can do it, I can do it,” he says, sticking to his guns.

 

“But I can do it myself,” Seonghwa tries one last time. “It’s not that bad–”

 

“Just let me do this for you,” Hongjoong says, cutting off any other excuses. “I understand what you do for a living and I understand it’s what literally puts this roof over our heads,” he says, motioning around the place.

 

“You do your fair share…” Seonghwa says, his voice trailing off.

 

Yes, Seonghwa’s income does pay for the majority of their living expenses, but Hongjoong chips in with utilities and most household items, and never hesitates to order takeout for them without Seonghwa having to even ask. He’s a wonderful roommate, and Seonghwa is thankful to have him around, but that doesn’t mean Hongjoong has to do this.

 

“Let me at least try,” Hongjoong says. “We both have dicks, I understand how they work, I’ve seen your dick–it’s not that big of a deal.”

 

“Hongjoong…”

 

“I know you’re a bit of a perfectionist and I know you prefer when someone else takes photos or else you wouldn’t have Ha-yoon coming over every week to take them for you,” Hongjoong says. “If one of us is uncomfortable we can back out and do it your way, but at least let me try to help. This is your livelihood we’re talking about.”

 

“Having a few subpar photos isn’t going to ruin my livelihood,” Seonghwa says, rolling his eyes.

 

“But you’ll feel awful about it for weeks and it’ll ruin your entire schedule,” Hongjoong replies, and Seonghwa can’t argue with that.

 

Hongjoong may not know the ins and outs of Seonghwa’s work, but he does know Seonghwa.

 

“Can I let you look at a few of my posts to get an idea of what you’re getting into,” Seonghwa asks, and Hongjoong seems happy Seonghwa is letting him help out.

 

“Sure,” Hongjoong says, smiling.

 

“And if it’s too much you’ll tell me,” Seonghwa says, remembering how Hongjoong reacted the first time he saw his naked body plastered all over his OnlyFans page.

 

“Promise.”

 

“Alright,” Seonghwa says, opening his phone to pull up his page so Hongjoong can scroll through his posted images to get an idea of what he’s going to be required to capture. “My camera is in my filming room. You can go fuck around on it while I get ready. I’ve still got to finish my hair and makeup and then change.”

 

“How long do I have to cram before the test?” Hongjoong asks, taking Seonghwa’s phone.

 

“I’d say about an hour?”

 

“Perfect,” Hongjoong says. “I’m sure I’ll ace it.”

 

Seonghwa rolls his eyes. Hongjoong seems confident enough, and he is doing him a major favor by at least trying to help.

 

“You haven’t even looked down at my phone,” Seonghwa says, eyeing Hongjoong. 

 

“I’m going, I’m going,” Hongjoong says, turning away to head to Seonghwa’s filming room to get a feel for everything.

 

“You promise this isn’t weird?” Seonghwa calls, asking one last time.

 

“I promise I’ll tell you if it gets weird,” Hongjoong says, giving him a soft smile from his bedroom door.

 

Seonghwa nods, and with that, the other man is disappearing down the hall, headed into a room he hardly goes into. Seonghwa hears the door creak open and shut, and turns his attention back to his reflection in the mirror, wondering if he’s just made the biggest mistake of his life.

 

Just the day before he had told his manager he didn't want to subject Hongjoong to anything more than he already has, yet here he is, willingly exposing the more intimate details of his job to Hongjoong. And the intimate details of his body to Hongjoong.

 

Who seems ready and willing to help out, to his surprise.

-

“Are you ready?”

 

Seonghwa slips through the door, clad in a robe hastily thrown over his body to conceal what’s underneath. He notices Hongjoong sitting in his computer chair, fiddling with the settings on his camera.

 

“No second thoughts?” Seonghwa asks, knowing that Hongjoong has had ample time to decide whether he wants to back out or not now that he has seen what is required of him.

 

Hongjoong only looks up at him with a reassuring smile. “I’m fine, Seonghwa,” the shorter male says, standing up from his seat. “But I would like you to take the lead. I’m not sure where exactly you’d like to start.”

 

“We’ll start on the bed,” Seonghwa says, slipping his robe off his shoulders to reveal a black, sheer thong with frilly, sheer trim, and absolutely nothing else.

 

He’s confident in his body. He has long, smooth legs, a soft, plump ass. His waist is small, and the panties hug him in a way that makes it appear even smaller and his hips wider. He has long, delicate lines of muscle, and pretty facial features that his makeup only accentuates more. His dark hair is styled messily, and falls into his face, a go to look that gains him many compliments from his subscribers.

 

He’s used to men staring at his body, used to receiving comments about his body, but the way Hongjoong watches him in silence makes him feel completely out of his element.

 

Seonghwa avoids Hongjoong’s eyes as he moves over to the closet, picking out a black lace robe that hits midthigh, giving him at least a little cover, and something to work with. He pulls it over his shoulders, letting it drape over his body loosely before he turns around, seeing Hongjoong waiting patiently beside the bed.

 

Hongjoong’s face doesn’t wear the same reassuring smile it had moments ago, but it doesn’t look uncomfortable. The shorter man doesn’t say a word, and gently motions with his hand for Seonghwa to make his way onto the bed.

 

“We’ll start with some simple shots,” Seonghwa says, crawling onto the bed to get himself into position. “I’m pretty used to posing, but if there’s anything you want to change, feel free to correct me or make suggestions.”

 

“Okay,” Hongjoong replies, holding the camera up to his eye as Seonghwa gets comfortable.

 

He starts by turning his back to Hongjoong as he sits up on his knees. He may be showing his ass off to the other man, but it’s much easier to swallow than immediately snapping photos of his cock–no matter if it’s covered by a thin, sheer thong.

 

He lets the robe fall over his shoulders, bunching around his waist and elbows as it drapes over his ass, offering him a bit more cover, and letting him start off a little more tame. He turns his head to the side, his profile on display, and he hears the sound of Hongjoong capturing his first photo.

 

“Do I need to show it to you?”

 

“Take a few more,” Seonghwa replies, slowly changing his position. “Then we’ll make corrections if you need any.”

 

“You sound confident in me,” Hongjoong replies, a hint of cheekiness in his tone.

 

“I’m also confident in me,” Seonghwa retorts, and he hears Hongjoong release a short laugh before the other man is moving.

 

Seonghwa leans forward a bit, and Hongjoong moves toward his side to capture another photo, this time with Seonghwa leaning over, palms planted on the bed, back arched with the robe still draped over his lower half as he looks into the camera. Seonghwa smiles a bit as he looks down, hands reaching for the tong, reaching beneath the band to tug it off his hips, and he’s delighted when Hongjoong takes another photo.

 

“One looking at me,” Hongjoong says, and Seonghwa looks up, holding the same pose, yet this time looking at the camera, eyes sultry, and his lips slightly parted. “Perfect.”

 

Seonghwa rolls over once Hongjoong has taken that photo, and slides onto his stomach, the loose robe still haphazardly thrown over his body. He leans on one elbow, looking over at Hongjoong, who doesn’t need to be told when to take a photo.

 

He then turns onto his side, still lying on his elbow, but as he’s on his side, his body curves beautifully, and he even arches a leg, using it to shield his poorly clothed cock and accentuate the curve of his hip. He reaches down, toying with the band of his thong once more as Hongjoong captures him again.

 

Seonghwa is delighted that Hongjoong doesn't need to be told when to snap a photo. He’s delighted that Hongjoong is being proactive, looking for shots himself, not afraid to adjust to an angle he sees as a better fit.

 

Seonghwa takes the lead again, rolling over onto his back as he arches his back once more, fingers running through his hair, his arm covering the lower portion of his face, only his eyes on display. He keeps a lustful gaze as he looks to Hongjoong, who doesn’t hesitate to capture the moment.

 

“May I climb on the bed,” Hongjoong asks, and Seonghwa is momentarily surprised by the suggestion, but nods.

 

“Just don’t fall,” Seonghwa says playfully, pulling his legs up to get out of Hongjoong’s way.

 

“No,” the shorter male says, steadying himself on the bed, feet planted in a wide stance on either side of Seonghwa’s lower legs. “Stretch out again and run your hands through your hair.”

 

“Like this?” Seonghwa says, looking up at Hongjoong.

 

“Yeah,” the other replies, adjusting the camera once more. “You don’t have to look at me if you don’t want to.”

 

Seonghwa doesn’t. He hides behind his arms, letting his body be the main focal point for this photo. His robe is lying beneath him on the bed, nothing covering himself any longer. He knows his cock is most likely visible to Hongjoong in this position, but the other man doesn’t seem bothered by it at all. He is too focused on guiding Seonghwa through a new position–one Seonghwa has never done before.

 

“Then on your stomach,” Hongjoong says, and Seonghwa does as he’s told and rolls over between Hongjoong’s legs. “Rest on your elbows.”

 

Seonghwa does as he’s told, but the robe around his body pulls tighter across his shoulders, and he isn’t quite sure how it looks.

 

“Can I adjust your robe?” Hongjoong asks, and Seonghwa nods.

 

He feels the bed dip as Hongjoong squats, hovering over him. The man behind him tugs the garment down, and Seonghwa moves his arms, letting it fall loosely around his elbows so Hongjoong has more fabric to work with.

 

He feels Hongjoong’s fingertips graze his lower back as he tugs it down and fusses over it, trying to lay it in a way that looks natural. He tries to remain calm as Hongjoong’s hands brush over his ass, letting the garment gather around his mid back and drape over the curve of his ass, but still allows his cheeks to be tastefully on display.

 

“There we go,” Hongjoong says, straightening back up, wobbling a bit as he does so.

 

“Do you need me to do anything with my hands?” Seonghwa asks, unsure.

 

“No,” Hongjoong says, and Seonghwa hears the soft click of the camera. “Your back and ass are the focus of this shot.”

 

Seonghwa is glad he has his back toward Hongjoong so the other man can’t see the way he blushes. His roommate is talking about his ass, guiding him through several positions, and it makes Seonghwa feel something Ha-yoon could never bring out of him.

 

Because Hongjoong is a man. And Seonghwa is attracted to men. Because Hongjoong is viewing him intimately, something he hasn’t had another man do in his presence in a very long time. Because Hongjoong has touched a more intimate part of his body, something another man hasn’t done, and he’s reminded how much he enjoys being touched.

 

It makes him think back to what Hyun-joo said, that having someone else around might be exciting, and might help him get out of this uninspired rut he’s been in that’s been leaving him feeling burnt out.

 

And it’s true. Hongjoong is leading him to try things he hasn’t before, even in the first few photos they’ve taken together. As much as he loves Ha-yoon and everything she does, changing things up could be worth it every now and then.

 

“How about all fours?”

 

Seonghwa feels his face heating up at the suggestion. Hongjoong has said it so casually, and Seonghwa knows this is all normal. Hongjoong is just mimicking what he’s seen on Seonghwa’s page. Ha-yoon has seen him in this position and more, many, many times.

 

It’s just the way he says it. Voice calm, rich, and deep. Seonghwa has always thought Hongjoong has a nice voice. He has heard him on demos before, rapping or singing lyrics he has written. But he’s never heard Hongjoong say something like this. Something that carries a sexual connotation. And it’s directed at him.

 

But he knows Hongjoong didn’t mean it that way. He’s just a photographer directing his model. 

 

Like Hongjoong said, Ha-yoon does this all the time. Why can’t he? They’re both friends helping Seonghwa out.

 

Seonghwa pulls his legs from between Hongjoong’s and gets into position. He shucks the robe off, knowing it will get in the way of a position like this. With the barrier now gone, Seonghwa feels slightly more exposed as he arches his back and tilts his head to the side, looking back at Hongjoong who is still standing above him.

 

“Can I touch you?”

 

“O-Of course,” Seonghwa replies, trying to keep his voice even.

 

He feels Hongjoong lower himself, and soon he feels a hand tapping at his inner thigh, nudging his stance even wider.

 

“Lower your chest,” Hongjoong instructs, and Seonghwa does it almost instinctively, arching even further for Hongjoong, just as he asked.

 

“Arms forward,” Hongjoong says, and Seonghwa complies, but as he does so, his chest raises a bit, and he’s met with a firm hand on his back, keeping him down. “Reach forward like you’re burying your hands in the sheets.”

 

Seonghwa does so, gently gripping the comforter as Hongjoong moves away to capture the pose from several angles–one slightly above, directly behind, and off to the side, where Seonghwa can meet the camera with his eyes. Hongjoong then gets back onto the bed, leaning against the headboard as he leads Seonghwa through what to do next.

 

“Do you want to try one where you’re crawling toward me,” Hongjoong asks, and Seonghwa lowers his ass to the bed, sitting up on his heels.

 

Seonghwa likes the idea. He knows his subscribers may find it sexy, like a POV shot of Seonghwa coming toward them.

 

He’s surprised Hongjoong has even thought of it. It’s not something he’s done before, so he couldn’t have gotten the idea from looking at Seonghwa’s page. He doesn’t know if Hongjoong did some research elsewhere, or if the man just has an eye for this type of thing.

 

“We can try it,” Seonghwa says, turning himself around.

 

He turns around, seeing as Hongjoong has spread his legs and pulled them up, making sure they aren’t in the shot. Seonghwa tries not to focus on Hongjoong’s spread legs, on his crotch, or the way his jeans are pulled tight around his thick thighs.

 

He instead rocks forward a bit as if he really is crawling toward Hongjoong, as if he is going to crawl between Hongjoong’s legs and plop himself in the other man’s lap. He glances up at the camera covering Hongjoong’s face, and bites his lip at the idea, to which Hongjoong readily captures the moment.

 

Hongjoong has him repeat the pose with a few other facial expressions, to give Seonghwa some options before they switch things up again, trying out another position Seonghwa isn’t used to.

 

But as time passes, Seonghwa knows he has to guide Hongjoong into the more x-rated content.

 

At least he thought he’d be the one guiding them toward that.

 

“Just tell me when you’re ready to move on,” Hongjoong says, his voice somewhat shyer than it had been with all his directions. “With… You know.”

 

“W-We should probably go ahead,” Seonghwa says, shifting to sit up from the position Hongjoong had him in on his back with his legs spread. “We have enough shots in this outfit for a vanilla set.”

 

“How does this normally go with Ha-yoon?” Hongjoong asks. “Do I need to leave, or do you have to watch something?”

 

Seonghwa feels himself blushing again. He can’t believe he’s actually discussing how he gets hard for his photoshoots with his roommate. That his roommate is about to photograph his hard cock for him.

 

“She takes photos while I touch myself,” Seonghwa says, and it’s strange to say out loud. He’s so used to Ha-yoon, that it’s normal between them, but for Hongjoong it most certainly isn’t.

 

“Is that not awkward?” Hongjoong asks, and he seems genuinely curious.

 

Seonghwa chuckles, because at one point it was.

 

“Not anymore,” Seonghwa says, thinking back to the first few times Ha-yoon and he did these photoshoots.

 

He remembers how awkward it was at first, how it was difficult for him to perform when someone else was in the room, especially a friend like Ha-yoon. They couldn’t stop giggling about it all, about how they got there in the first place, with him being an adult content creator and her being his friend turned photographer. Eventually Seonghwa attempted to play some porn to help him out, only leading to Ha-yoon watching and asking far too many questions for Seonghwa to focus on anything other than laughing at her reactions.

 

“At first it was kind of funny–a little awkward, obviously–but we got through it,” Seonghwa says, smiling at the memories.

 

Hongjoong nods slowly, his expression unreadable.

 

“I guess just do what you normally do,” Hongjoong says, shrugging.

 

“You’re okay with this?” Seonghwa asks, not wanting to do anything without reminding Hongjoong he has the option to back out at any time.

 

“I’m fine,” Hongjoong says, rolling his eyes at Seonghwa for even asking. “It’s your job. You’re a professional.”

 

“I’m an amateur,” Seonghwa corrects, but Hongjoong brushes it off.

 

“You’re selling yourself short,” Hongjoong replies, and as much as he wants to, Seonghwa can’t waste any more time arguing.

 

They do need to get on with it. They have three other outfits to get through, and time is ticking on.

 

Seonghwa reaches down, eyes focused between his legs because he can’t dare look up at Hongjoong while he does this. He slowly drags his fingers up and down his cock, and it doesn’t take long for it to harden beneath the sheer black thong he’s wearing.

 

He glances up as Hongjoong moves in front of him, taking photos as he slowly warms himself up. He knows he has to look at Hongjoong. He knows he has to look into the camera, at his roommate, for the photos. 

 

Once his eyes make contact with the camera, Seonghwa feels his body heat up even more. He sees Hongjoong’s fingers click the button to take another picture. He knows the other man is taking in his body, looking for the sexiest shot he can take. And something about that just makes him feel hot.

 

His cock is fully hard, the tip peeking past the band of the thong. Pre-cum has gathered at the slit, and Seonghwa is almost embarrassed how easy it was for him to get this turned on in front of Hongjoong.

 

“Up on your knees,” Hongjoong instructs, and Seonghwa’s cock twitches at the command. “Tug one side of the thong down a bit around your hips.”

 

“Like this?”

 

Seonghwa does what Hongjoong instructed, and the thong slips lower, revealing more of his cock as he toys with the frilly band that curves over his hip.

 

“Perfect,” Hongjoong praises. “Look at me.”

 

Seonghwa looks at him shyly, slightly embarrassed, but Hongjoong only takes more photos, and easily guides him into the next pose.

 

“Touch yourself,” Hongjoong says, and Seonghwa raises a brow. “Anywhere. Hands in your hair, on your chest–something.”

 

Seonghwa does so, watching out of the corner of his eye as Hongjoong moves around him, snapping various photos. Seonghwa moves with him, changing positions periodically in his seated position.

 

They're moving so quickly, both so focused on their respectful jobs. Seonghwa keeps having to remind himself that he is the professional Hongjoong says he is, and that having Hongjoong as his photographer is no different than Ha-yoon. No matter how much hotter everything feels to have the man taking the lead.

 

“Hands and knees,” Hongjoong says, and Seonghwa quickly gets into position. “Can you roll your panties down a bit?”

 

Seonghwa nods, pressing his face into the mattress lightly before he reaches behind himself, pushing them down his hips a bit, but Hongjoong shakes his head.

 

“Not like that,” Hongjoong says.

 

“How do you want it?”

 

Seonghwa tries to fight the grimace that threatens to tug at his lips after he says it. Asking a man how he wants it while he’s fully erect, presented on the bed, ass up and ready is making a plethora of questionable thoughts swirl in his mind.

 

“May I?” Hongjoong asks, as if Seonghwa didn't just ask him how he wants it. As if Hongjoong isn't asking to maneuver him into the position he wants.

 

But Seonghwa is a professional.

 

“Be my guest,” Seonghwa replies, and he immediately regrets it.

 

Hongjoong places the camera to the side before he reaches on either side of Seonghwa’s hips, and gently tugs the fabric off. Seonghwa swallows as Hongjoong pulls it down, his cock springing free from its tight confines, as he rolls it between his fingers, keeping it loose around his cock. He feels Hongjoong gently release it, the elastic slapping against his ass, halfway down, but pulled tight over the fleshiest part of his asscheeks, and he knows the position leaves an indent on his soft, smooth ass.

 

And what’s worse is that he knows Hongjoong has seen his hole up close and personal. It’s exposed like this, his hard cock hanging between his legs, resting in the loose fabric that dangles between his thighs.

 

But Hongjoong doesn’t say a word about any of it. His hands don’t linger on Seonghwa’s ass longer than they should. He retracts them as soon as he’s satisfied with how his panties stretch across his ass, and retracts them.

 

“Stay just like that,” the other man says, grabbing the camera before he puts some space between them.

 

Seonghwa stays as he is, trying to fight off the inappropriate thoughts and calm the heat he feels growing with each passing moment. His cock is beginning to leak, and he hasn't had to touch it to keep himself hard–something he would usually be doing between shots with Ha-yoon around.

 

When Hongjoong is done snapping photos in this position, Seonghwa goes to pull his panties back on, hoping to hide just how turned on he is, but Hongjoong is stopping him with a hand on his ass, something Seonghwa never thought he’d feel.

 

“Don’t,” Hongjoong says, and Seonghwa listens.

 

He had gone into this thinking that he would be the one guiding Hongjoong, reassuring him, coaching him through this, but Hongjoong doesn’t need his guidance at all. And Seonghwa is eager to listen to him.

 

There’s something about how he says it, about how sure it sounds, about how firm his words and hands are, that has Seonghwa following every order Hongjoong has for him.

 

“You need a nude set, right?” Hongjoong asks.

 

“W-Well, yes,” Seonghwa replies.

 

“Then take them off.”

 

Everything Hongjoong says sounds so fucking sensual. It’s like he’s trying to drive Seonghwa insane.

 

But Seonghwa wonders if Hongjoong feels the same way. If his directness is to overcompensate for how he feels. If he’s so hyper focused on taking the best photos so he doesn’t get distracted by how Seonghwa is laid bare for him, following his every instruction, trying to be as beautiful and sexy for him as he can possibly be.

 

But Seonghwa doesn’t have time to think about that. He can’t think about that right now. Not with Hongjoong looking at him like that, waiting for Seonghwa to do something.

 

So he pushes them down, letting them catch at his knees. He spreads his legs further apart, the fabric stretching as he positions his knees wider. His hole is on display for Hongjoong now, smooth and pink and clenching around nothing. His cock hanging between his legs, hard and leaking onto the comforter beneath him.

 

He watches as Hongjoong begins taking more pictures, and he reaches behind himself, doing what feels natural, by placing a palm on his ass to squeeze.

 

“Like that,” Hongjoong says, praising Seonghwa for taking the lead. “Spread them.”

 

Seonghwa does so, using both hands to grip his cheeks and give them a rough squeeze before he pulls, giving Hongjoong a show.

 

He pulls one hand up, letting his fingers slide between his cheeks, covering his hole. He hears the sound of the camera going off, Hongjoong shifting behind him to get a better vantagepoint. He lets his middle finger press against his rim, only teasing himself, too nervous to slip it in no matter how badly he wants to.

 

“Do you normally finger yourself?” His curiosity is evident in his voice.

 

“If they ask,” Seonghwa replies, slowly pulling his hand away from his hole to slide over his ass.

 

“Did they?” Hongjoong asks, and Seonghwa thinks for a split moment that he wants to say yes. That he wants to finger himself in front of Hongjoong, while he watches earnestly, capturing the act while he guides him through it.

 

He can imagine Hongjoong telling him to slow down, when to add another, how to flick his wrist. He can imagine Hongjoong coming to capture his face as he reaches behind him, his brows knit together in pleasure, mouth hanging open, moaning as Hongjoong takes it all in.

 

He could get away with it. Hongjoong has no idea what the subscriber has requested. But Seonghwa can't. He couldn't do that to Hongjoong.

 

“No,” Seonghwa says, trying not to sound disappointed. “I just got a little excited.”

 

“Oh,” Hongjoong says, and Seonghwa may be overthinking it, but he can’t help but believe he’s heard a bit of disappointment in that one word. But Hongjoong easily carries the conversation away from Seonghwa fingering himself. Again, a conversation he never thought he’d have with Hongjoong.

 

“Why don’t you flip over? We can’t focus on just one ass- est.”

 

Seonghwa rocks back on his heels, lips turning down in a disappointed frown.

 

“I hated that.”

 

“You loved it,” Hongjoong says, lightening the mood with his terrible sense of humor that Seonghwa still finds a bit endearing, but he’d never tell Hongjoong that.

 

Seonghwa is thankful Hongjoong is such a good sport about everything. He’s thankful Hongjoong can easily crack a joke here and there, easing any tension. It speaks to the strength of their friendship more than anything, and brings Seonghwa back to reality, reassuring Seonghwa that they’re okay.

 

“Now lay back on one elbow and fist your dick or something.”

 

“Hongjoong!”

 

“Sorry,” he says, but there’s not a hint of sorrow in his voice. “Will you stroke your dick for me, please?”

 

Hongjoong has the audacity to bat his eyelashes at him.

 

Seonghwa grumbles curses under his breath, but does what the shorter man asks. He lays back on the comforter, propping himself up on one elbow while he uses his free hand to take hold of his cock, stroking it a few times as he continues to mutter under his breath. Hongjoong gets back to work, moving about the room to capture Seonghwa in his new position.

 

“Can you smile pretty for me?” Hongjoong asks playfully.

 

“You’re really not helping my boner.”

 

“But isn’t that a good thing?” Hongjoong asks. “Don’t we have several more outfits to get through.”

 

Seonghwa sighs heavily, head tipping back as he flops down on the bed, flattening his naked body on it.

 

“We should probably move onto the next one,” Seonghwa suggests. “We probably have enough for a vanilla and a nude set. Maybe even two depending on how many photos of each set were purchased.”

 

“Weren’t you supposed to look over my photos?” Hongjoong asks, and Seonghwa curses again.

 

“Fuck,” he says, sitting up. “We should’ve done this way sooner.”

 

“Take a look,” Hongjoong says, sitting on the edge of the bed.

 

Seonghwa sits up behind him, looking over his shoulder at the display as Hongjoong flips through the photos, letting Seonghwa judge them for himself.

 

Seonghwa is honestly surprised at how good they are, especially for it being Hongjoong’s first time doing such a thing.

 

“These are good,” Seonghwa says in disbelief. “I didn’t know you did photography.”

 

“I’ve dabbled in it a bit,” Hongjoong says. “Nothing serious. My real passion is music.”

 

“You’re good,” Seonghwa says, leaning back on his palms. “Your attention to detail is… impressive.” Seonghwa ignores the way his mind reminds him that the details Hongjoong has been focused on have been his body. “I might have to use you as an alternative for Ha-yoon sometime again.”

 

“Don’t get any ideas, Park Seonghwa,” Hongjoong says, narrowing his eyes at the naked man behind him. “I don’t get every Friday off.”

 

“But the ones you do–”

 

“We’ll discuss my contract later,” Hongjoong says, standing up. “You need to cool down and change into your next outfit or else we’ll be here all day.”

 

“I put you behind a camera once and now you think you run this whole shebang,” Seonghwa mutters, and Hongjoong only giggles, leaving the room for Seonghwa to freshen up and get into his next lingerie set. 

-

They finished well into the afternoon, taking ample photographs in each set in the off chance that some of Hongjoong’s photos would be unusable, but Seonghwa doubted that. 

 

He had other things to tend to, like communicating with paying subscribers and replying to comments on his scheduled post of the day, which meant he’d have to hold off on editing the photos until the next day.

 

But Hongjoong had other plans.

 

He volunteered to do the editing as well, or to attempt while Seonghwa tending to his adoring fans. He reasoned that he could get through a few of the photos, and then show Seonghwa his work when he finished for the evening to see if he liked it, and if they wanted to split the editing the following day to take some work off of Seonghwa’s plate.

 

It couldn’t hurt, so Seonghwa agreed, leaving Hongjoong in his room editing photos while he communicated with fans, replying to comments and entertaining people in his private messages until he ended his work day.

 

And when he came into Hongjoong’s room, dressed in comfortable pajamas, face bare of any makeup, he was surprised to see Hongjoong still diligently working on his photos, and doing an amazing job.

 

Seonghwa thought it might be a little awkward. Hongjoong took the photos, but taking them at a respectable distance–for the most part–and having to literally edit his dick were two completely different things. But Hongjoong kept it professional, explaining that it was no big deal.

 

He even cracked a few jokes, like saying he should consider professionally editing his dick pics from now on, or that the thought of editing Seonghwa’s penis a good four inches longer did cross his mind. For shits and giggles.

 

Seonghwa was thankful Hongjoong was taking this whole situation light heartedly. He easily calmed Seonghwa’s nerves with his helpfulness as well as his playfulness about it all. He knew their friendship was strong, but he never expected Hongjoong to step up and do something like this for him, and he’s beyond thankful for him.

 

Which means Seonghwa needs to contact Hyun-joo about compensation for his work. Even if Hongjoong never brought it up, not seriously, Seonghwa still wanted to compensate the man for all the work he had done, and a little extra for filling in on the spot and going above and beyond what Seonghwa could have ever imagined.

 

It’s Sunday evening, the photos have long been edited and sent over to Hyun-joo, but in his email he asked her to contact him at her earliest convenience to discuss something important, and he’s waiting around for her to finally wake up and get back to him, given the time difference.

 

Hongjoong is luckily out of the apartment, hanging out with some friends most of the afternoon. He had invited Seonghwa, but he blew him off, telling him he needed to take advantage of Hongjoong’s absence if he could. Hongjoong frowned at the way Seonghwa basically told him he had some explicit content to film, and left the apartment without him, but in reality, Seonghwa just didn’t want Hongjoong overhearing him discussing compensation with his manager.

 

He wanted it to be a surprise.

 

So he waits patiently for Hyun-joo to get back to him, nervous to tell her just what happened with the whole photoshoot situation.

 

When his phone goes off, he quickly answers it, hoping that they can discuss payment and approve of everything quickly so Seonghwa can surprise Hongjoong with compensation the following day.

 

“Did you block someone? Do I need to report someone’s account? Did you get hacked?”

 

Hyun-joo’s voice still sounds groggy from sleep, but he knows the woman checked her email from bed and immediately assumed the worst.

 

“No, no,” he says, trying to calm her down. “Nothing bad has happened.”

 

“What warrants you requesting a phone call on Sunday,” she asks, and Seonghwa can hear the way she shuffles back into her bed, relieved that nothing bad has happened to Seonghwa or his account.

 

“Have you looked at the photos I sent you?” Seonghwa asks, and the woman scoffs.

 

“What part of it’s seven in the morning on a Sunday did you not understand?” she asks, and Seonghwa chuckles. “I saw call me at your earliest convenience and thought something awful happened.”

 

“Take a look at the photos,” Seonghwa says.

 

“At seven in the morning?”

 

“Just do it, for fuck’s sake,” Seonghwa says. “It’ll make more sense once you see them.”

 

She huffs a short fine under her breath before she puts her phone on speaker. Seonghwa can hear the faint tapping of her fingertips on her screen as she pulls up the attached files and begins scrolling through them.

 

She gets these emails weekly, and is well acquainted with his body by now, and Ha-yoon’s usual photos and editing style, so it doesn’t take long for her to notice a difference.

 

“You got a new photographer and you didn’t discuss it with me?”

 

“Well… Not exactly,” Seonghwa says, knowing that most major changes like this should be run through his manager first.

 

When Seonghwa wants to make a change to essentially anything he’s doing in regard to his page, he’s consulting Hyun-joo, asking for her input, having her do her own research, or having her look over examples of other people’s work before making any decisions. Under normal circumstances Seonghwa would’ve contacted her the moment Ha-yoon let him know he couldn’t make it, but Hongjoong just so happened to come into his room, and things spiraled out of his control quickly.

 

“They’re pretty good,” she says, and Seonghwa can hear the approval in her voice. “Different, but in a good way. Who took them?”

 

“You’re never going to believe this,” Seonghwa says, laughing a bit because he still can’t believe it. “But Hongjoong took them.”

 

“He did what?” she asks in disbelief.

 

“Ha-yoon called out,” Seonghwa explains. “So I was going to try to take some on my own and see how it went. If they were complete ass I was going to call you for help, maybe see if the other camboys in the area you work with that had photographers that could help me short notice.”

 

“How does Hongjoong fit in all of that?” she asks, still confused how Seonghwa ended up going with him of all people.

 

“He just happened to walk into my room at the right time, noticed my distress–since it’s pretty easy to tell when I’m upset,” Seonghwa says, and she says a faint very true through the phone. “He said he would try and after some back and forth I decided what’s the worst that could happen.”

 

“You scar your straight roommate for life and have a nasty falling out,” she says, supplying him with an answer to his rhetorical question.

 

“Anyway,” Seonghwa says, ignoring her comment. “Things worked out, he’s not scarred for life, I have great photos, can stay on schedule, but I do want to compensate him for his work.”

 

“It’s only right,” she says. “He did save your ass.”

 

“I wanted to pay him what we’d normally give for our weekly session and editing,” Seonghwa says. “And a tip, for doing it so short notice.”

 

“That’s fair,” Hyun-joo agrees. “How much were you thinking?”

 

“That’s what I wanted to ask you,” Seonghwa says. “I don’t really know about tipping photographers. I was wondering if you had any ideas, and run it by you before I made a decision, since it would be different from our set rate we have with Ha-yoon.”

 

“Anywhere between five and fifteen percent is fine,” Hyun-joo says, and Seonghwa knows he wants to go for the larger amount. It’s the least he can do for subjecting Hongjoong to the torture of editing his literal penis for hours.

 

“Then I’ll do fifteen,” Seonghwa says, waiting for his manager to reply.

 

“Is this compensation for scarring him?”

 

“Sh-Shut up,” Seonghwa says, making her laugh. “I just want to say thanks. And maybe apologize for having him retouch my dick at least thirty times in one night.” He says that last part quietly.

 

“So things went well, I’m assuming,” she says, carrying the conversation in a different direction. “He just fell into it naturally, judging by these photos.”

 

“Y-Yeah,” Seonghwa says, mind replaying the events in his head. “I thought it would be weird, but Hongjoong was fine. He was super professional about everything, minus a few shitty dick jokes.”

 

“So he wasn’t put off by your naked body, or the fact that he was subjected to it for hours on end?” she asks. “Not even when you were touching yourself.”

 

“Nope,” Seonghwa replies.

 

“And this didn’t give you any ideas?” she asks, and Seonghwa furrows his brows as he tries to understand what she’s getting at.

 

“In what way?”

 

“A partner, Seonghwa,” she says, and he’s reminded of the challenge she had discussed with him a few days before. “Someone you trust.”

 

“That’s not…That’s not Hongjoong,” Seonghwa says, not wanting his manager to get any ideas. “He just did me a favor. I doubt he’d be comfortable shoving dildos in my ass.”

 

“He was comfortable staring at your dick for like eight hours straight, if not more,” she says, and Seonghwa rolls his eyes. 

 

“That’s not putting a dildo in my ass,” Seonghwa replies.

 

“It wouldn’t hurt to ask,” she says, emphasizing the last word. “He’s perfect for the job, if you ask me. And he seems pretty familiar with your body already.”

 

Seonghwa doesn’t really know what to say. On one hand he knows asking him to be in a video or live stream is a huge step up from taking and editing his photos. But on the other hand, she isn’t wrong about Hongjoong being the best choice. The one he trusts the most. The one he’s the most comfortable with. The one that knows his body well enough.

 

He doesn’t know what Hongjoong would say if he asked him. He doubts Hongjoong would be upset with him for asking. He doubts simply suggesting it would ruin their friendship, all things considered. He did find it exhilarating to have Hongjoong there. It was a welcome change.

 

What harm could he do in asking?

 

“I guess I could,” Seonghwa finally says, and Hyun-joo inhales excitedly. 

 

“You will?” she asks, her voice elated.

 

“If it gets you off my case about it,” Seonghwa says, chuckling at her reaction. “But if he says no or changes his mind, I won’t be asking anyone else.”

 

“I know,” she says, sounding displeased with the fact that Seonghwa still refuses to work with any other models in the industry. “I’m just happy you’re willing to try.”

 

“We’ll see if I can build the courage to actually do it,” Seonghwa says, eyes widening over the fact that he’s going to have to ask Hongjoong to appear on his page and do some very inappropriate things to his body.

 

“It’ll be fine,” Hyun-joo says, as if she isn’t asking him to do one of the most embarrassing things he has ever had to do.

 

If Hongjoong says no, he just knows he’ll be mortified. But he keeps reminding himself about his long shoot day with Hongjoong. Hongjoong would never make him feel like shit. He’d probably assume it was just part of the job. He might even feel honored that Seonghwa came to him first.

 

“We should probably have a plan for if he says yes,” Seonghwa says, thinking ahead.

 

If he’s going to convince Hongjoong to appear on his page, he should probably explain what he’s getting into, as well as how much he’d be paid.

 

“Oh, you’re right,” Hyun-joo says, and Seonghwa can hear her shuffling out of bed. “Let’s iron out the details. He does need to know he’d be paid handsomely for his work.”

 

“Of course,” Seonghwa says, grabbing a pen and paper to write down the specifics so he doesn’t forget. “Now, tell me more about this dildo challenge.”

-

“Hongjoong,” Seonghwa calls, coming into the kitchen area to see Hongjoong sitting at the table, laptop out in front of him, working on what the taller male assumes is his own music. 

“Hongjoong, can you hear me?”

 

The producer has his back to Seonghwa, his noise canceling headphone on, and Seonghwa assumes he can’t hear him over the music he’s playing. He approaches quietly, reaching out a hand to place on Hongjoong’s shoulder, trying not to scare the man.

 

“Se-Seonghwa,” Hongjoong says, flinching a bit as he turns toward his roommate. “Fuck, did you need something?”

 

Seonghwa chuckles as Hongjoong frantically tears his headphones off, giving him his full, undivided attention.

 

“I had something to give you,” Seonghwa says, hand reaching into the pocket of his robe. “And there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

 

“What is it?” Hongjoong asks as Seonghwa rounds the table, taking the seat directly across from him.

 

Hongjoong shuts his laptop, looking at Seonghwa curiously. Seonghwa feels anxious under Hongjoong’s intense gaze, knowing in just a few moments he’s going to be making the biggest request he’s ever asked of Hongjoong.

 

He decides to go with the easiest thing first.

 

“I wanted to give you this,” Seonghwa says, pulling out a thick, white envelope. “For your troubles.”

 

Seonghwa places it on the table and pushes it toward Hongjoong, who looks at him skeptically before picking it up and glancing inside to take a look at its contents.

 

“Seonghwa,” Hongjoong says, dropping the envelope in his lap. “Seonghwa, I can’t accept this.”

 

“It’s compensation for your work,” Seonghwa says, encouraging Hongjoong to take the money.

 

“I don’t need it,” Hongjoong says, putting it back on the table between them. “I volunteered to help. I didn’t expect anything in return.”

 

Hongjoong attempts to push it back in Seonghwa’s direction, but the taller man stops him with a hand on his own. Hongjoong looks at him with a frown, but Seonghwa isn’t going to let Hongjoong go unpaid for his help.

 

“That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve it,” Seonghwa says, pushing it back Hongjoong’s direction. “You did a full day’s work for me, so I’m giving you the same rate I’d give Ha-yoon, and a tip on top of it for filling in short notice.”

 

“Seonghwa,” Hongjoong says, but Seonghwa only gives Hongjoong’s hand a gentle squeeze.

 

“It’s impolite to refuse,” Seonghwa says teasingly, and Hongjoong huffs, pulling the envelope closer to him, eyes studying it.

 

“I’m just going to end up spending this on dinners for us,” Hongjoong says, and Seonghwa smiles.

 

“That means you’re accepting it?”

 

“Do I have a choice?”

 

Seonghwa wrinkles his nose as he smiles, and Hongjoong looks as if he’s fighting his own smile. Seonghwa sits back in his chair, knowing that’s only the first order of business. Now for the hard part.

 

“And there was something you wanted to ask me?” Hongjoong says, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest.

 

“Y-Yeah,” Seonghwa says, clearing his throat. “You see, my manager has been on my case recently about making some changes.”

 

Hongjoong hums in response, eyeing Seonghwa with an unreadable expression.

 

They’ve only had a few conversations about Seonghwa’s job at length. Most of them around the time that Seonghwa came clean about his profession and around the time that they were moving. It was a necessary conversation at the time to discuss finances and to create a schedule for them to both work around one another, but once everything was set in place, they didn’t really have a need to disclose much else.

 

Hongjoong knows about Hyun-joo, and has heard him vent about the occasional asshole or drama surrounding the website in general, but Hongjoong is still very out of the loop about anything concerning Seonghwa’s job.

 

“What kind of changes?” Hongjoong asks.

 

Seonghwa has been replaying this conversation in his head over and over, trying to think of all the possible scenarios that could play out. Ones where Hongjoong readily agrees. Ones where Hongjoong vehemently disagrees. Ones where Hongjoong gets angry at him for even asking.

 

Part of him wants to back out. To tell Hongjoong it’s nothing, to ignore it. That it has got nothing to do with him, and Seonghwa was silly for coming to Hongjoong about it.

 

But he’s already here. Sitting at this table. Hongjoong looking at him expectantly, waiting for Seonghwa to tell him what changes needed to be made.

 

“There’s this challenge going around that she suggested to me,” Seonghwa says, choosing his words wisely.

 

Hongjoong gives him a slightly confused expression.

 

“I’m sorry,” Hongjoong says, brows furrowing even further in confusion. “But I thought changes meant something more than trying out a challenge . I thought you needed a larger space, or to invest in new equipment, or maybe change your schedule around. Something that involves me.”

 

“I-It does,” Seonghwa says, voice nervous. “I mean, it could. I haven’t explained where you come into this.”

 

“I come into this challenge?” Hongjoong asks, cocking a brow at Seonghwa.

 

“It’s a challenge that requires another person,” Seonghwa says, explaining in more detail. “Hyun-joo has been trying to get me to work with a partner, and I usually shoot her down every time she suggests it, but with how things went last week…”

 

Seonghwa’s voice trails off. He feels too nervous to just outright say it. He shyly meets Hongjoong’s eyes, and notices that his brows are now raised, most likely putting two and two together.

 

“You need me to be in a video?” Hongjoong asks, and Seonghwa nods.

 

“She always suggests working with another creator, but I’ve never felt comfortable with that,” Seonghwa says honestly.

 

“But,” Hongjoong says, pausing as he tries to understand Seonghwa’s reasoning. “You feel comfortable with me?”

 

Another nod.

 

Silence falls between them, and Seonghwa waits patiently for Hongjoong to say something more. The other is leaning back in his chair, stare hard as he studies Seonghwa. The adult content creator feels small under Hongjoong’s intense gaze, but doesn’t say anything more. It’s all up to Hongjoong if he wants to entertain the idea further or not.

 

And if he doesn’t, that’s fine. Seonghwa asked. He got out of his comfort zone and asked someone he trusted. He can report back to Hyun-joo who will just have to accept it. And he can deal with the rejection. He understands why someone like Hongjoong would be wary about something like this. Even if he isn’t showing his face, Hongjoong has a lot to lose if someone were to find out it was him.

 

He may be just a minor producer and songwriter for a larger entertainment company, but his career is just starting out. He could be putting himself in jeopardy of losing his job if something were to happen. And Hongjoong wants more out of life than to be simply a songwriter and producer.

 

He has been working on his own music for as long as Seonghwa has known him. There’s potential for him to someday become an idol himself, a dream he has always spoken of in passing, but put on hold to build his career and give each of his projects his all.

 

Even if the short term may be fun, or the money may be enticing, Seonghwa understands why anyone would have reservations.

 

“What would this challenge entail?”

 

Seonghwa is surprised Hongjoong is asking, but that’s a good sign.

 

“It’s a challenge where I have to guess what dildo is inside of me blindfolded,” Seonghwa says. “If I handle them myself it would give me an advantage. That’s why I need someone else to…to handle them for me while I’m blindfolded to keep it fair.”

 

“By handle,” Hongjoong says, biting his lip. “You mean put them inside you.”

 

“Y-Yes.”

 

Hongjoong goes quiet once more. Seonghwa knows the other man is probably now mulling over the idea of inserting various sex toys up Seonghwa’s ass, and ass he knows pretty well by now, considering he took photos of it and edited said photos of it. Those are thoughts that have Seonghwa’s stomach doing flips just thinking about it.

 

“But I wouldn’t have to be on camera, really,” Hongjoong says. “At least not my face or anything.”

 

“Not at all!” Seonghwa says. “It could be whatever you wanted, really. It could just be your hands if you wanted, because I have to like… show my hole. But if you wanted to show more, like your torso or something, we could do that too.”

 

“Do you want to do this as a video, or like a live stream?”

 

Finally, questions that didn’t involve Seonghwa’s asshole.

 

“Hyun-joo suggested we do it as a live stream, that way we could make more money on tips,” Seonghwa says, and he knows doing it live would leave no room for error on either of their parts. “But we could do it as a video too, so that you could watch it back and have my editor cut out anything you don’t want.”

 

Hongjoong tilts his head, nibbling on his bottom lip as if weighing his options. Seonghwa nervously twiddles his thumbs in his lap, waiting for Hongjoong’s next question.

 

“I guess a live stream would be okay,” Hongjoong says. “We could get me a mask or something in case there are any slip ups. I don’t have many identifying features that would give away my identity right off the bat.”

 

Seonghwa’s looks at him with wide, surprised eyes.

 

“Are you saying you’ll do it?” Seonghwa asks, and Hongjoong smiles a little.

 

“I’m saying I’ll think about it,” Hongjoong says. “Is this like a one time thing? Is this all that’s required of me? How exactly do you plan to do this? Like, walk me through this.”

 

Seonghwa is surprised Hongjoong is even entertaining the idea further. He’s glad he worked out all the details with Hyun-joo before he spoke with Hongjoong, so he’s able to easily answer the man’s questions.

 

“All I’m asking for is the one video,” Seonghwa begins, leaning forward with his hands on the table. “From what I’ve gathered about the challenge, I would be blind folded, like I said before, and I would need you to prep each dildo and then insert it, and allow me some time to make a guess about which one it is.”

 

“What does prepping mean?” Hongjoong asks.

 

“I want you to put a condom on each one,” Seonghwa explains. “So that they have a similar texture. Then lube them up for me.”

 

“Will it hurt you?” Hongjoong asks, and he sounds genuinely concerned. “I’ve never done that before, so I don’t want to hurt you.”

 

But they will be using dildos Seonghwa is very familiar with, and Seonghwa is no stranger to pushing himself to his limits for content. But he finds Hongjoong’s hesitancy sweet. Hongjoong cares about him.

 

“I’ll prep myself,” Seonghwa replies to ease Hongjoong’s mind. “You won’t hurt me.”

 

“Before?”

 

“On camera.”

 

“Will I need to be there for that?”

 

It’s a valid question, and Seonghwa doesn’t really need Hongjoong to be there. He can easily prepare himself on camera without Hongjoong in the room, and call him in or send him a text when he’s about ready. That way Hongjoong doesn’t have to be present for that.

 

“You don’t have to,” Seonghwa says. “It’s up to you.”

 

Hongjoong nods, looking down at the table, still lost in thought.

 

“Is there anything else I should know before I make a decision?” Hongjoong asks, and Seonghwa nods.

 

“Hyun-joo suggested we do some sort of promotion for it on my page, to make sure there’s interest there,” Seonghwa says. “She suggested we do a photoshoot together so I could post it a week or two before we actually do it to gauge how my subscribers will react.”

 

“What if they react poorly?” Hongjoong asks.

 

“She and I both highly doubt they will,” Seonghwa answers with a smile. “She claims her other clients have been collaborating and bringing in their partners with success, and we have some overlapping subscribers. Even if there’s a few people who aren’t interested, they don’t have to watch the stream, nor do they have to tip anything.”

 

“I guess you’re right,” Hongjoong murmurs.

 

“And you don’t have to make a decision right now,” Seonghwa assures him. “You have plenty of time to think about it, and you can pull out whenever. I don’t mind at all.”

 

Hongjoong bites his lip. Seonghwa doesn’t want to be pushy in the slightest. He wants Hongjoong to take all the time he needs. He doesn’t want there to be any pressure–

 

“I’m in.”

 

Seonghwa stares in shock, mouth falling open, closing, and then falling open again, not knowing exactly what to say.

 

“B-But we haven’t even discussed payment,” he mumbles.

 

“I know you’ll pay me well,” Hongjoong says, grabbing the envelope that has been sitting between them to wave around. “You’ve proven that to me. I told you I’d always help however I could, and as long as I remain anonymous, I can help out however you need me to.”

 

Seonghwa’s face softens as he looks at Hongjoong. He’s holding that same, determined expression he held the morning he stepped up to fill in for Ha-yoon. He knows Hongjoong means what he says, and he doesn’t have any doubt in his mind that Hongjoong is going to stick to his word.

 

“You can back out at any time,” Seonghwa says. “But thank you. I know I’m asking a lot.”

 

Hongjoong waves him off, as if it’s no big deal, something Hongjoong has done to all of Seonghwa’s absurd requests since becoming an explicit content creator.

 

“Wow,” Hongjoong says to himself, looking down at the table. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a camboy.”

 

Seonghwa throws his head back as he laughs, because neither did he. Never in a million years did he believe Hongjoong would be making an appearance on his page.

 

“I’m going to have to update my resume,” Hongjoong says, giggling. “You’re really broadening my skills, Seonghwa. Freelance photographer. Editor. Porn star. What’s next?”

 

“The possibilities are endless for an adventurous, multi-talented man like yourself,” Seonghwa says, giggling.

 

“If my career ever tanks I have a backup plan,” Hongjoong says with a smile.

 

Seonghwa rolls his eyes. He’s happy the conversation went well–better than expected–and that Hongjoong doesn’t seem uncomfortable or weirded out. He is his laid back, charming self, like normal. Easing away tension effortlessly.

 

“I’ll talk to Ha-yoon about that photoshoot, and then once we have the promo shots we’ll plan a date for the stream,” Seonghwa says, wrapping up the conversation with more solid plans. “Unless you want to pull out. Don’t be afraid to, I’m not going to be mad.”

 

“You worry about me too much,” Hongjoong says, shaking his head. “I’ll be fine.”

 

“I know,” Seonghwa says, reminding himself that Hongjoong can make decisions for himself. He knows what he’s getting into.

 

“What you should be worried about is me coming for your brand,” Hongjoong says jokingly. “Watch out, Seonghwa, there’s a new camboy in town.”

 

“Oh shut up,” Seonghwa mutters.

 

“This apartment ain’t big enough for the two of us,” Hongjoong says, and Seonghwa wonders why he was ever scared to ask Hongjoong in the first place.

 

He’s perfect for the job.