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“Holy fuck,” Jeongin calls out, when Changbin steps out of the dressing room.
Changbin laughs. He looks down at himself, then back up at Jeongin. “You really like it?”
Jeongin stares at him. “You’re hot as fuck, hyung.”
Changbin turns to the mirror on the vanity, where he had sat and gotten his makeup done minutes ago. He observes how the black lace of the lingerie set he has on complements his skin tone so well, how good his chest looks in the bra, how big his ass looks in the tiny panties that can barely contain his cock.
“You’re right,” Changbin grins. “Thanks, Innie.”
Jeongin’s another pornstar at his and Chan’s production company, a sweet, young guy who dropped out of university. He landed a job with them after a hookup with Chan one night. Chan was so blown away by his phenomenal sex skills (according to Jeongin) and asked if he was interested in doing porn right after Jeongin pulled out. Jeongin never fails to crack up when he tells people this story. Changbin easily took a liking to the younger man, treating him like a younger brother – but perhaps he shouldn’t draw that comparison when Jeongin’s dick is going to be near his face today.
“Can’t wait to stick my dick in you, hyung.” Jeongin says, waggling his brows lecherously. He doesn’t want to say anything just yet, but he can already see Jeongin chubbing up in his boxers.
Changbin snorts. “I can tell you didn’t read the programme notes, Innie. “
Jeongin squints at him. “I became a pornstar because I didn’t want to use my brain, hyung.”
Rolling his eyes, Changbin retorts, “It’s because you’ve got no brain, idiot. You’re gonna be fucking my chest today.”
Jeongin’s jaw drops like it’s his first time hearing of this today, probably because it is. “Fuck yes!”
Changbin laughs amusedly, plopping down onto the couch next to Jeongin. The green room is spacious for the actors to get comfortable before having to shoot their scenes. “You’re such a kid.”
Jeongin pouts. “Don’t say that, especially when I’m going to come on you later.”
Changbin pulls a face. “Let’s stop this line of discussion then.”
To save them from saying any more stupid shit, Chan pops his head in through the door to the green room. He’s the director for today, which Changbin always appreciates. Chan’s a perfectionist – he’s serious about making things look good, but is always kind to the actors on set that day. “Let’s go, guys.”
Chan disappears quickly, leaving Jeongin and Changbin to quickly follow. They both shrug on robes to keep themselves covered, but Changbin takes the opportunity to make fun of Jeongin for already being hard from just seeing Changbin in lingerie.
In the brisk walk down the hall to the studio, Changbin briefs Jeongin on the programme notes – brief make out scene, Jeongin admires Changbin’s body, then he fucks Changbin’s tits. Jeongin asks Changbin to repeat when he throws out the word “feminization”.
Changbin laughs. “Call me things like pretty and babygirl. Y’know?”
“Ohhh,” Jeongin affirms. “Gotcha.”
The studio is small, set up with a bed and enough decor to pass as a bedroom. Chan’s already taken his seat at the director’s chair, and is quick to get to work. “Okay. Jeongin, I want you in just your boxers on the bed. Changbin’s gonna walk on from stage right. Changbin, change into the other robe we have for you, then sit in Jeongin’s lap. I’m sure you know what to do from there.”
“Got it,” Changbin says, while the stylist takes his robe and hands him a translucent white one, that doesn’t hide his body at all. He shrugs it on, ties it tight around his waist, and signals to Chan that he’s ready.
“Alright, counting down: 3, 2, 1, action!”
Changbin takes a deep breath, then, making sure the boom mic can pick him up, he sweetly says, “Babe, I have a surprise for you!”
“Yeah? What is it?’ Jeongin calls out, acting nonchalant while he’s almost naked on the bed.
Changbin confidently struts the three paces onto the set, showing off the lingerie, and stands pretty in front of Jeongin. “I put this on just for you… Do you like it?”
Jeongin’s jaw drops, like he’s seeing Changbin dressed like this for the first time. He smiles as he looks him up and down, pleased with his supposed surprise. “Fuck, yeah. Come here, baby.”
Jeongin motions for him to come with his index and middle fingers, and Changbin finds it stupid hot. He sits in Jeongin’s lap, and lets Jeongin run his hands down his sides. “You’re so sexy, baby.”
Like he’s unwrapping a gift, Jeongin undoes Changbin’s robe to admire Changbin’s body even more. Changbin gulps, acting nervous to deliver the line, “Do- Do you think I’m pretty?”
Jeongin’s eyes roam over his body hungrily. “You’re the prettiest, babygirl.”
Changbin whimpers. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Jeongin’s eyes grow wide with the name, but recovers by pulling Changbin in for a kiss. It’s messy from the start, as Jeongin kisses him with a desperate ferocity that gets Changbin hot and bothered already.
Changbin knows that his content doesn’t do too well with a general audience. A buff dude in lacy lingerie acting submissive doesn’t necessarily appeal to everyone, but both him and Chan know that they have a niche audience – one that’s willing to fork up the cash to see Changbin’s well-endowed chest (which he’s very proud of, mind you) in pretty lace while he acts cute and asks for kisses.
Jeongin’s strong enough to manhandle Changbin to lay back on the mattress, before climbing on top of him. The look in his eyes is animalistic, as he takes the sight of Changbin in. His hands are stupidly large, and heartily squeeze whatever parts of Changbin he can get a grip on – his sides, his thighs, his biceps. Changbin feels positively worshipped like this, his heart fluttering as Jeongin admires his body.
He moans, throwing his head back slightly. He’s legitimately turned on by this, which makes it easier for him to get hard. Jeongin’s large hands cup his chest, fondling him, and the pressure of his palms rubbing up against his nipples makes Changbin cry out.
“Babygirl is sensitive, hm?” Jeongin coos, that sick, twisted teasing side coming out. Changbin reckons he’s learned well from Minho.
Changbin lets out a high-pitched whine when Jeongin gropes his chest particularly rough, to get a response from him. “Y-Yes, Daddy.”
“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” Jeongin’s tone is earnest, and it makes Changbin’s heart flutter. Changbin gasps when Jeongin roughly squeezes his chest, then leans down to press his mouth to one of his pecs.
“W-What are you doing?” Changbin puts on the innocent front, eyes growing wide as Jeongin mouths at his pec. He nips lightly, and Changbin squeaks.
Jeongin flashes Changbin a wicked grin. “Marking you up, babygirl. Don’t want anyone thinking they can have you when you’re only mine.”
Changbin moans, cock twitching in his panties, which he’s sure the cameras around them have caught.
“Daddy,” Changbin gasps breathily, holding the back of Jeongin’s neck to hold him closer, revelling in the feeling of Jeongin’s teeth grazing over his skin, as he sucks and bites a mark into the soft flesh of his pec. The wet little noises from Jeongin’s mouth as he does this makes Changbin melt.
Jeongin bites down on a new spot on his other pec, his hand sliding down over Changbin’s crotch to rub him. Changbin moans, revelling in the pressure on his cock. It feels so good, when Jeongin presses his palm into his hard length. His head spins with pleasure, and Jeongin takes his time marking his chest up.
Only pulling away when he’s satisfied, Jeongin smiles to himself. When Changbin looks down at his chest, he sees that his pecs are littered in red-purple bites. “Holy shit.”
“All mine, baby,” Jeongin cracks a grin, knowing and prideful. “So pretty for me.”
“Do you want to fuck my tits, Daddy?” Changbin asks, pulling his lips into a small pout, his eyes wide and pleading.
“Yes, fuck.” Jeongin says it like it’s a relief. He hurriedly gets his boxers off, then paws at Changbin’s bra. “Get this off too.”
Changbin laughs, sitting up to undo the clasp of his bralette, stripping himself of the lacy garment and tossing it aside. Jeongin grabs the lube conveniently placed on the nightstand, then straddles Changbin’s torso. With his hands on either side of Jeongin’s head to support himself, Jeongin pops the cap off and squeezes an egregious amount of lube all over the valley between Changbin’s tits. It’s cold when it hits his burning-hot skin.
Jeongin’s the worst, rubbing his hard length across Changbin’s skin to spread the lube around. A cocky grin is plastered on his face, and his voice is stupidly hot as he commands, “Hold your tits together for me, babygirl.”
Changbin whimpers, his hands pushing in the supple flesh of his pecs so they envelope Jeongin’s length. It’s a snug fit for him, but when Jeongin finally starts moving, Changbin feels like he’s going to lose his mind. He hopes it’s tight enough, hopes this feels good enough for Jeongin – but the way Jeongin moans and curses is more than enough assurance.
Jeongin’s balls slap against his chest, while his cock slides between his pecs. Jeongin’s face is scrunched up in concentration, and it’s so fucking hot.
“Daddy, hnnghh– Daddy, fuck–” Changbin lets his voice go high-pitched and breathy as Jeongin fucks his tits, enjoying the way Jeongin looks so pleased, so aroused, so into him.
“I’ll fuck your tight little pussy next time too, yeah?” Jeongin offers. This, embarrassingly, makes Changbin so turned on that he comes, thinking of the next time Jeongin might take him from behind, or make sweet love to him on his back. Changbin’s cock twitches helplessly in its lace confines, spurting come all over his soft stomach, dirtying his lingerie.
“Fuck, babygirl,” Jeongin groans, his voice a low growl. “You feel so good, so tight– So good for me. Shit.”
Changbin moans, a little dazed as he comes down from his orgasm, “Make a mess of me, Daddy. Come all over my tits, yeah?”
Jeongin lets out a guttural moan, his head dropping as he thrusts faster into the space between Changbin’s pecs. “Fuck, yeah– Shit–”
Changbin doesn’t expect it, when Jeongin blows his load all over him – it lands on his chin, his lips, his neck, and most importantly, all over his chest. The mess of white streaked across his chest is the thing that the camera zooms in on, and when it flicks up to capture the mess on Changbin’s face, he darts his tongue out to taste it too. Jeongin gawks at him, and Changbin’s lips quirk up into an amused smile. Chan’s call of “Cut!” startles him out of his moment with Jeongin.
“Good job, both of you,” Chan says. “Doesn’t seem like we need to refilm any scenes. You two can recover and head out, but no rush – we’ve got no other shoots today. Thanks guys!”
Changbin blows Chan an exaggerated kiss as he steps out of his chair, causing Chan to fluster and blush before he dips out of the studio. Jeongin and Changbin laugh to themselves.
“You did good, Innie,” Changbin grins, as Jeongin moves his weight off of him and rolls next to him. Changbin takes the opportunity to rest his head on Jeongin’s chest. Jeongin’s more cuddly after an orgasm, so he relents, and plays with Changbin’s hair.
Jeongin hums. “You were so hot, hyung. We should do that more often.”
“For our jobs or in our own time?” Changbin looks up at Jeongin, incredulous. He and Jeongin have hooked up a couple of times outside of work, and it was always phenomenal. Changbin assumes that’s how they have such good chemistry on camera.
“Both?” Jeongin posits.
Changbin presses his lips to Jeongin’s chest, smiling. “Sure thing, baby. Anything you want.”