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— Your sugarless Americano.
The barista pushed the tall cup with a straw towards Yeonjun, and he smiled. Not because, of course, caffeine was like his cigarette, and he needed it at all costs to survive that morning, but because that boy was adorable, and Yeonjun couldn't hide that he was falling in love with someone he didn't even know the name of.
In terms of height, Yeonjun would say he was a few centimeters shorter, but his presence and the way he carried himself made him seem fifty centimeters shorter than the original. He had long hair that reached his narrow shoulders, a fringe falling over his sweet and innocent eyes, and a shy smile that melted Yeonjun completely. He was as beautiful as a porcelain doll, but so, so shy that Yeonjun sometimes had to bite his own lips to hold back the desire to compliment him, knowing he would collapse if he did.
He handed over the bill that held a handful of coins in his long and delicate hands, and for a fraction of a second, Yeonjun averted his gaze from the action to look at the handsome face, smiling when he found the curious gaze with big eyes above him. They locked eyes for milliseconds before the barista dropped all the coins on the counter, and his ears turned red like a tomato. He cleared his throat and pulled down the brim of the beret that was part of his uniform to hide his shy gaze.
Yeonjun smiled again and took his order.
— You can keep the change.
He could have stayed to pick up the coins, but this situation happened almost every day, and Yeonjun knew that if he wasted his time bending down to help, and thus potentially engage in a conversation, the barista would stand up and hide inside the kitchen, pushing someone else to serve in his place. Yeonjun didn't want that. He would stay there for a few more minutes and make sure that the barista was gazing into the distance as he usually did.
— You were late for the meeting. — Kai said with that disdainful expression of someone who hated waking up early, his sunglasses at eight in the morning explaining absolutely everything.
— This is the perfect place.
Yeonjun sat down and aimed for a diagonal line that fell perfectly on the barista, who was busy counting coins, as if he could charge him if there was anything missing; Yeonjun knew he wouldn't. Like magnets, the sweet eyes searched the café for him and landed directly on him, only to look away at the exact moment.
For the tenth time, Yeonjun smiled.
Huening Kai sighed.
— Did you hear what I said?
— Of course not. — He brought the straw to his mouth, and the unsweetened bitter coffee had a sweet taste that made him smile while sipping.
— I'm never scheduling a meeting in this damn cafe again. — Huening crossed his arms.
— You can start the discussion, I promise I'll pay attention. — Yeonjun blinked, cleared his throat, and settled into his chair, facing his best friend and manager.
Kai removed his sunglasses, dark circles surrounded his eyes, but Yeonjun knew it was just because he hadn't had his precious ten hours of sleep that his body longed for, making it feel like he had only slept two hours. He was as dramatic as Huening.
— First, put a cap on that enormous head of yours. — He pushed the accessory across the table, and Yeonjun laughed. — Do you think no one recognizes you with that shameless face? What if another fan like the one in the Thai restaurant showed up?
— It was funny. — Choi chuckled, adjusting the cap on his head, pulling the brim down a bit more to hide more of his face.
The act reminded him of the barista, and his eyes automatically searched for him, pleased to find him serving a father with a child, smiling sweetly at the little girl. Yeonjun felt silly, smiling with the straw between his lips.
— Yeonjun!
Kai scolded under his breath, his eyes red with anger, and all Yeonjun did was give a sheepish smile.
— My bad.
— Dude, do you even know his name? You've been into this for months!
— I can't just walk in like that. — He sucked in air between his teeth, crossing his arms. — I'll scare him.
— Since when do you care if you scare someone? You're Choi Yeonjun, the porn star, you usually make some kind of impression.
— I know, but he's... different.
— You mean a virgin?
Yeonjun's shoulders tensed, and a shiver ran down his spine. He glanced briefly at the boy and then returned to his own table, closing his eyes as he shook his head in denial.
— Let's change the subject.
— It's about the event, Yeonjun! — Huening rubbed his face in frustration. — That's what I want to talk about, and let's get it over with because I need to sleep for another two hours and complete the damn ten hours of sleep and finally be a happy person!
Huening Kai was right, Choi Yeonjun wasn't just a porn star; he had just become one of the biggest on the platform, and it was a significant milestone. Yeonjun started selling adult content on his own when he graduated from high school; he needed money to pay rent and live away from his parents' house. All he had was a dark backdrop, a white leather armchair, his old Canon camera, and the full libido of a young adult.
Yeonjun had always been the kind of guy who was a bit narcissistic about his own body and didn't really mind exposure. It was a different sensation, not just being naked in front of a thousand people but exposing all of his intimacy, his knowledge of his own body, and personal experience to thousands of people. Yes, thousands; Yeonjun had thousands of views, and from the start, his feedback with money was great.
He improved his setup, paid for a gym to stay in shape, and managed to hire his best friend as his manager. Huening Kai didn't hesitate at any moment. There were never any secrets between them, and, in fact, he felt more comfortable taking care of the important part of his best friend's work because the world was full of opportunists, and Yeonjun's fame was big enough for someone to think about pulling scams.
His fans were very generous, always understanding when Yeonjun couldn't provide content due to personal reasons, donating absurd amounts in his live streams, paying for extra photos and unique videos. The previous night, Yeonjun's channel reached 4 million subscribers, which catapulted him directly to the second position on the podium.
It was a significant milestone, and it happened exactly during the opening week of the new planned studio that he and Kai had managed to purchase. A space dedicated to his work, separate from his home and personal life; it was just Choi Yeonjun's place, the porn star, to do his job. His fans needed a special gift, as it was all thanks to them.
— Do you have any ideas?
— I thought about doing a live and letting them decide.
— That's going to turn into chaos. — Huening pursed his lips.
Huening Kai was serious about his own work, and Yeonjun was grateful for that, because if it were up to him, nothing would go smoothly.
— Trust me. No one knows more about what they want to watch than they do themselves, don't you think?
— Well... — He leaned back in his chair, thoughtful. — You might be right.
— I always am. — He smiled confidently, and Kai rolled his eyes.
Unfortunately for Yeonjun, the end of the conversation indicated that they had to leave for Huening to get some sleep, which meant he had to say goodbye to the cute face behind the counter. As he stood up, he looked at the guy, and Yeonjun quickly smiled, nodding gently as if thanking him for the service.
He repeated the gesture, crossing his hands in front of his body as if he was robotically starting to feel shy, only straightening his posture when the two men were outside the establishment.
— Have you considered the possibility that he acted that way because he knows you?
Yeonjun stared at his best friend struggling with the car keys, as he had bought a new one and definitely hadn't gotten the hang of it yet. He furrowed his eyebrows and stopped for a few seconds. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and shook his head.
— Nah, he's not the type to watch that kind of content.
— As if you really know him. — The blonde pointed at himself, frustrated by the keys that wouldn't fit into the car lock. — Look at me, do I look like someone who manages the career of an almost porn actor?
Choi narrowed his eyes.
— If the answer is "yes," don't you dare. — Huening grumbled. — Yeonjun, let's face it, these days, who doesn't know you or, like, have a wank?
— He doesn't do those things.
— Which only confirms my point that... — Kai pulled the door handle and it opened, making him stagger back a bit. — He's a virgin.
Yeonjun felt that sensation again and swallowed hard.
— He's not... — His voice faltered. — He's not a virgin, okay?
— But you wish he were, don't you? — Huening Kai laughed, and Yeonjun fell silent. — I was just kidding, you horny bastard! Get away from my car; I want to go home!
Yeonjun removed his hand from the car, watching his friend start the engine with a few sputters before it really took off without so much as a proper "goodbye." He knew in advance that it would be that way. Kai was not a pleasant human to be around when he was tired.
Huening Kai had a constant habit of reading Yeonjun and saying things that built a skyscraper in his head, and Yeonjun definitely didn't want to admit that he was starting to think about the possible virginity of his coffee shop crush. I mean, not that virginity was a crime, but in the world Yeonjun lived in, virginity was almost... rare.
To be honest, Yeonjun had never been with anyone who wasn't already completely experienced in the subject. He had few romantic entanglements, as his job didn't allow for a committed relationship. He had had one or three partnerships that earned him good views, but nothing more than that. Maybe it was exactly the boy's innocent and gentle look that attracted him, so far from the constant lust that Yeonjun was immersed in that it made his stomach churn.
And even though Yeonjun firmly believed that the boy had never even opened a porn site in his life, he also agreed that he wasn't a virgin, he couldn't be. He was beautiful, with an enchanting sweetness and smile. If he wasn't already committed, he had something going on with someone who unfortunately wasn't Yeonjun.
But that didn't stop him from trying.
"Meeting scheduled for 11 PM ;)"
He posted in the community on his profile, and within seconds, his phone notified him with repeated likes and comments.
— Excuse me.
The trembling voice was followed by a light, almost imperceptible tug on the hem of his blazer, and Yeonjun could hardly contain the huge smile that spread across his face when he found the delicate face with beautiful eyes directed entirely at him. He thought his heart was going to leap out of his mouth with the speed it was beating, and Yeonjun could swear that if Huening Kai were present, he would see hearts coming out of his eyes.
In the sunlight, the skin became even paler, and the lips glistened with a thin layer of gloss. Yeonjun became obsessed with staring at them shamelessly.
— Can I help you? — He raised both eyebrows as he turned around completely.
He looked so small and delicate that way, as if Yeonjun's presence grew as his diminished. He took a bunch of keys from the small pocket of the brown apron and extended them to Choi, held in his delicate hands.
— Are these yours?
Instinctively, Yeonjun put his hands in his empty pockets, scratching his neck awkwardly when he realized the keys were missing. He smiled crookedly and allowed him to pour the bunch into his palm.
— Thank you very much. — He jingled them to make noise, and the guy was about to leave. — What's your name?
Yeonjun didn't want to show how eager he was to receive the answer when he turned around again. The movement released the scent of shampoo in the air, and Yeonjun almost bit his own lips.
— Choi Beomgyu. — He smiled with his eyes. Damn... — Manager Choi.
— Thank you, Beomgyu. — He smiled slyly. — I appreciate your kindness.
— The pleasure is mine, sir.
It was innocent, completely innocent; everything Beomgyu said slid sweetly with a velvety voice, but Yeonjun's mind was anything but innocent.
He watched him bow one last time before turning to head back into the café. His neck was flushed with embarrassment, which made Yeonjun repress a smile by pressing his lips, walking towards the car as if the world were rosy, and a rainbow hung over his head.
He had purposely forgotten, of course. If there was one thing Choi Yeonjun was good at, it was acting and scheming plans. Kai was right; he had been at this for months and didn't even know the guy's name. Well, he managed to fix that more easily than he had imagined.
And now, Choi Beomgyu flooded his mind as if there was nothing else to think about.
It wasn't a lie; as soon as he stepped his feet at home, he poured message after message into Huening's chat as if he could be online when he should have been in his tenth dream. But Yeonjun didn't care; he needed to share the entire experience and sensations with his best friend. When he finished, he was panting and smiling, as if he had taken a beating and liked it.
Yeonjun thought for a few minutes about stalking Choi Beomgyu on all the social media platforms he could find, but he knew that Kai would do it for him as soon as he woke up because, despite complaining about Choi's inattention, Huening Kai was as curious as Yeonjun about Beomgyu and was the biggest gossipmonger on the face of the earth.
Currently, Yeonjun spent part of his time studying for the upcoming college entrance exams. Not that he didn't like his job, but now he had the opportunity to go to college and cover his own expenses, all of them. Honestly, he really wanted to experience the most important phase of a young adult's life that he had missed. His face was buried in books when Kai entered his apartment with a huge bag and an even bigger smile.
Sure, Huening and his 10 hours of sleep were like glitter in a little pot.
— Guess who came to feed you because your diet is rubbish? — He raised his eyebrows, pushing Yeonjun's books off the table to make room for the bag.
— And who told you I haven't eaten already?
— Boy, you're wrong. — He furrowed his eyebrows, focused on taking the small containers out of the bag. — It's almost 11 PM, and you probably haven't even had lunch; you get so focused on expanding that giant brain of yours, which is already enormous, and you forget the world. — He paused, squinting while smiling. — You haven't forgotten about Beomgyu, have you?
Yeonjun dropped the pen on the table, brought his hands to his face, and slumped in his chair, hiding the smile that had appeared on his face. Lately, he had been grinning like an idiot for no reason, and it was ridiculous to see, but Yeonjun had never felt so good in his entire life. Being in love was so great that he didn't even bother denying it.
Kai made him eat a complete meal full of protein and fiber, just like an angry mother. Yeonjun admitted that he hadn't eaten anything all day because he needed to finish that exercise list to feel complete, and that meant complete focus.
While he fixed his hair and the setup, Huening set up the camera with the tripod and the monitor where the comments would soon appear for both of them to access. Just before 11 PM, Yeonjun was already seated in his new black leather armchair, looking quite attractive in an unbuttoned white shirt. Kai started the live stream by turning on the camera and lowering the ambient light, and Yeonjun patiently waited for the live to fill up.
It didn't take long; his fans were punctual, and at 11, more than half of his usual viewers were already there. So Kai signaled for him to start for real.
— Yes, I'm here, and to your disappointment, I'm dressed. — He laughed at the camera, combing his hair back as he moistened his lips.
Yeonjun felt so confident in front of the camera that he felt excited by his own image. It might be the highest level of narcissism ever achieved by someone, but he didn't feel the least bit embarrassed. It wasn't exactly a character; of course, there was a difference between Choi in his daily life and the one in front of thousands of people, but there was a bit of the actor Yeonjun in the real Yeonjun, and it was probably in the sexual and self-confident part.
Because Yeonjun exuded sex appeal on and off-camera, and no one could deny that.
— So, what are your suggestions? — He raised his eyebrows, and Kai started reading the comments with an agenda and a pen in hand. — User "soobinwhite" commented: "raffle one of your fans to film with you." — Yeonjun covered his mouth in a habit of laughing loudly, tilting his head back. — Do you think it's a good idea?
The question was directed entirely to Huening, although it sounded like it was for both of them, and Kai seemed thoughtful. Yeonjun wouldn't decide anything without the consent of his manager and producer. His best friend would take on all the responsibilities, and it was up to him to make the final decision because, for Yeonjun, everything was entertaining.
— I'm truly grateful for your support; it has opened incredible paths in my life. As a token of my gratitude, we'll do it like this... — He paused to read some of the comments before settling into his chair with a beautiful smile on his face. — This raffle will happen, and the winner will film with me, but... — He looked at Kai from the corner of his eye, and he raised one eyebrow. — I'll shoot it from a P.O.V. perspective. — He clapped his lips with a smile, as if holding back laughter, because a deluge of comments flooded the chat, and Kai nodded as he noted it in his agenda. — You've always asked me for P.O.V., and, well, the time for that moment has come.
Yeonjun looked one last time at his best friend, who extended the small notebook to him.
— All right. — He scanned Kai's cursive handwriting and nodded to himself. — A form will be attached to the community tab, and you can fill in your details for the raffle. It's important that you're aware your image will be used, and a contract will be signed because, of course, our producer is a pain in the ass with OCD. — Yeonjun laughed at the middle finger he received from behind the camera. The chat was filled with laughter. — Blah, blah, blah, bureaucracy. I won't read this boring stuff to you; you'll know it if you win the raffle, for sure. — He crossed one arm while the other still held the notebook. — Five percent P.O.V. and the rest of the scene. — Yeonjun raised both eyebrows. — Did you hear that, didn't you? No total P.O.V. for you this time. He's a hard guy to negotiate with. — He explained, and Huening rolled his eyes. — The raffle takes place tomorrow at the same time, without a live, because I'm a busy man, you know. — He laughed. — But my dear producer will record the raffle and announce the results.
Yeonjun and Kai spent a few minutes reading as many comments as they could for feedback, and everyone seemed extremely excited, just as Choi wanted.
— I wish everyone good luck, and I'm looking forward to meeting the winner. — He smiled slyly.
Huening ended the live stream while Yeonjun took the opportunity to rest his head on the armchair. He was sleepy, extremely tired, and he felt that if he stayed in that position for any longer, he would only wake up the next day.
— This is going to be crazy. — Kai murmured.
— It sure is. — He agreed, still with his eyes closed. He smiled. — But you know I love a little craziness.
— And all the work falls to the hot blonde here.
Yeonjun laughed and raised his upper body.
— We received a lot of donations today.
— Yeah. — Kai shrugged. — We can order a pizza.
— Shut up, we can order a hundred pizzas if you want!
Huening laughed, pulling him by the wrist.
— Then let's go now!
Yeonjun had to wait for a long two days until the raffle form was closed. He was anxious, very anxious, and he got restless when this kind of project or collab happened because it was always a new experience, and Yeonjun was obsessed with that feeling. The community tab was buzzing, just like his social media. Many congratulated him on the milestone, while others praised his courage. Yes, it took a lot of courage because "getting involved" with a fan, even for work purposes, was very risky.
Kai gave an extensive monologue of nearly forty minutes discussing the pros and cons of going ahead with this idea. He was very meticulous and cautious, and that's why Yeonjun decided to proceed. He knew that Huening would ensure it was a healthy and good experience for both parties, without any risks. There were medical tests to be done before the recordings, a profile survey because, according to Kai, "they wouldn't just let anyone into the studio," and by profile survey, Huening didn't mean just stalking an Instagram; Kai went much deeper, looking into possible criminal backgrounds.
A series of factors kept Yeonjun and Kai awake for two days, but it would be worth it in the end.
— Did you fall out of bed?
His surprised reaction upon seeing Huening sitting at the same table they had always sat at in the café long before him was met with pursed lips and an expression Yeonjun couldn't decipher due to the sunglasses Kai was wearing.
— Go to hell. — He grumbled. — I didn't even sleep, preparing the post for the result of the damn raffle, over a million responses, the site crashed, what the hell is this? How many perverts are after you?
Yeonjun just laughed because Kai hadn't slept well in those two days, which meant a lot of frowns and bad moods. Huening would announce the raffle result at that moment and wait for the winner to respond to his message within a 48-hour period. After that, if they weren't contacted, they would do a new raffle. While the winner didn't appear, Kai would gather more information about them.
— What's the name-...
— I don't talk about work without my peach tea. — Kai raised his palm in front of his face before Yeonjun could sit down.
— Come on, Kai? — Choi glanced sideways at the counter and mumbled. — There are two minutes left for him to arrive.
Huening took off the sunglasses to make his best I-don't-give-a-damn face, and Yeonjun appealed to a look of pity, complete with a pout and all.
Kai sighed while rolling his eyes.
— Sit down, kid. — He crossed his arms. — But know that I don't give a damn.
At the very moment Yeonjun sat down, the café's bell rang, and it was almost inevitable not to feel that nervous pit in his stomach when Beomgyu walked through the door. He was wearing an oversized mint green hoodie and white shorts with matching sneakers. His long hair was tied in a low ponytail near the nape of his neck, with the fringe falling over his beautiful eyes. He passed by Yeonjun's table, nodding with a simple "Good morning," and leaving a trail of sweet perfume and shampoo scent behind.
Yeonjun bit his lip to contain a smile, running his hand through his own hair until he grasped the back of his neck and looked at Kai's grumpy face.
— Oh my God, I feel like throwing up with you like this.
— I do too. — Yeonjun put his hand above his stomach. — Dude, it's a bizarre feeling.
— Hooray for the romantics. — Kai waved his hands in celebration with a tone of gloom. — And my tea?
Yeonjun watched Beomgyu take the place of the other barista, and he didn't even bother responding to Kai, standing up and adjusting his clothes before heading to the counter. He had been waking up early lately and spending hours styling his hair and choosing the right clothes. Yeonjun thought it was just a self-esteem boost, but in the end, he realized he wanted to look attractive and well-presented in front of Beomgyu, even if it was just for a brief moment in the day, and he was always wearing the same combination of the uniform: a brown apron that matched the beret on top of his head and a beige cream button-up shirt.
— Good-... — Beomgyu's voice got stuck in his throat when he looked up to see. — Morning. — He added, biting the corner of his lip and lowering his head. Yeonjun noticed that habit when he was nervous and found it cute.
— The same as usual.
Beomgyu nodded, typing on the monitor.
— And for your boyfriend?
— My... boyfriend? — He furrowed his brow. — Him?
He pointed to Kai, who was typing on his notebook, and Beomgyu nodded again.
— We're not... — Beomgyu slightly widened his eyes.
— I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... — He quickly shook his head. — I just thought...
— It's okay; people often get confused. Peach tea, size G. — Yeonjun took out his wallet, assessing how much Beomgyu's hands were trembling on the monitor. He smiled. — Huening isn't my type.
He took the money out of his pocket, wrapping the bills around the coins as he usually did. As soon as the barista extended his hand to take the money, Yeonjun gently clasped Beomgyu's wrist with one hand to keep it from moving, while the other hand made sure no coins would fall, pouring the amount as it usually happened. Beomgyu stared at him, a blush taking over his ears, and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed as he looked at Yeonjun from below.
Yeonjun had some dirty thoughts with that look and the way Choi's wrist was ridiculously small in comparison to his hand.
— You are totally my type. — He smiled softly, tilting his head to the side.
Beomgyu swallowed hard, lowering his head while suppressing a smile with pressed lips. His neck and ears were turning red, and Yeonjun lost himself in the beauty of the scene. A customer approached the counter, and Beomgyu cleared his throat, waving his hand around his face because he felt very warm at that moment, and Yeonjun seized the opportunity to step away.
He returned to the table, and it felt like his back was burning with Beomgyu's gaze on him. His heart raced, and he couldn't help but keep smiling.
— You seem like you're about to climax at any moment if you look at him, Yeonjun. — Kai grumbled, sliding his fingers on the touchpad. — It's a serious case of infatuation. — He denied it, clicking his tongue. — Poor guy, he got lost.
— Don't annoy me. — Yeonjun laughed as he pulled a chair up next to his best friend to sit. — Tell me, who won?
— My tea hasn't arrived yet, but considering your libido is making this cutie produce the best peach tea of his life right now, I'll let it slide. — He shrugged. — It's someone called "Beomeow." — He pursed his lips. — I've sent a message after posting it in the community, but he hasn't even seen it.
— And on Instagram?
— Low profile. — He sighed. — Cat pictures, flowers, and... more cats. You know, there are so many people wanting this chance, and we randomly chose a low-profile person who takes their time to respond? We need to schedule a meeting, sign the contract, do the tests-...
— Kai. — Yeonjun interrupted, and Huening sighed. — Relax, dude; it hasn't even been ten minutes.
The blonde nodded.
— You're right.
— And the background check? Criminal record?
— I'm on it. — He typed quickly. — But it's easy; the problem is that we don't have a photo of him.
— What's the problem with that?
— What if he's ugly, Yeonjun?
— Huening Kai! — He covered his mouth to laugh loudly, while Kai just smiled.
— Looks do matter in your performance.
— My performance? My performance is great, no matter who I'm with. — He raised an eyebrow. — You know that.
— Please, don't bring up stuff from when I was heartbroken.
— There was no alcohol that night, Kai.
— You're right. — He pouted, slumping his shoulders. — Just my loneliness after I got dumped. — He mumbled sadly. — Your performance is great.
— If you want to repeat it. — He bit his tongue while teasing his best friend.
— It was a lapse, Yeonjun. — He rolled his eyes. — Not even if you were the last man on Earth, and I was in heat. You won't have that silky global blonde in your sheets again.
— Pity me.
— I would if I were you.
Unfortunately, Beomgyu wasn't waiting at the counter when Yeonjun went to pick up their orders, as he would typically be. Even though Yeonjun had searched the café for him with his eyes, he couldn't find him.
Kai took the tea cup in his hand, sucking the straw four times in a row aggressively. He sighed while swallowing, with furrowed eyebrows and puffy cheeks.
— This is really good, damn it. — He grumbled, sucking four more times, staring fixedly at the notebook while keeping the same expression. He swallowed everything and bit his lower lip. — You know what? I'm going to spam the chat.
— But, Kai-...
— Shut up, Yeonjun; I have anxiety and haven't slept well for two days; just let me be! — He typed quickly, and Yeonjun watched message after message being sent, one after the other, without stopping. Suddenly, Kai grabbed Yeonjun's forearm as he was about to take a sip, forcing him to look at him. — He's replied.
— Dude, calm down.
— Shh. — Kai shook his arm before resuming typing. — I'm sending more messages.
— Don't you think this will make him give up or, like... hate you?
— Who cares? I'm the manager here.
Yeonjun closed the notebook, and Huening opened his mouth in shock.
— You need to sleep, Kai. — He stood up and nodded. — Come on, let's go.
Was Yeonjun anxious? Yes! But, to be honest, nothing was as important as Kai's well-being when he was in such a state. Yeonjun knew his friend needed rest, and there was no better place for Kai to sleep than on the couch in his house.
When he bought it, Yeonjun chose it for the color rather than its comfort. It matched the coffee table and the painting on the wall. However, when Kai needed to sleep on it after locking himself out of his house by accident, he ended up staying at Yeonjun's place for a week, crashing on the couch as if there were no tomorrow.
Sleeping was quite a challenge for Yeonjun lately. Despite releasing all those hormones during recordings every day, he was naturally calm and, ironically, very romantic. This meant that Yeonjun rarely saw malice in people outside of the camera. For him, sex was a culmination of all the lust and sinfulness in the world. It was a place where he felt comfortable being genuinely dirty.
But since he met Beomgyu, Yeonjun felt tormented.
It was because Beomgyu's innocence affected him deeply, not just his shyness. It was because Beomgyu was so naive, sweet, and delicate. Those lovely eyes, those red lips... Yeonjun lost count of how many times he had dreamt of grabbing Beomgyu's cheeks with one hand while using the other to keep him in place by the waist. He imagined how his face would turn red along with his neck as he gasped against his lips, with furrowed brows and those sweet eyes completely focused on him.
Yeonjun could go crazy over that, and not even masturbating more than once a day resolved that daily problem.
— The message!
Huening threw the blanket over Yeonjun, who woke up startled. His eyes wandered aimlessly until they landed on Kai in the darkness on the floor of the living room, illuminated by the laptop screen. The clock showed it was almost 7 PM, and Yeonjun's stomach was grumbling with hunger. He grunted as he slumped back on the sofa.
— Huening Kai. — The name came out dragged and sleepy. — Get over it.
— He replied.
Suddenly, Yeonjun sat up.
— He replied?
Kai stayed silent as he typed, his brows furrowing.
— Kai.
Silence.
— Huening Ka—
— Shhh! — He looked at him. — He said he can't meet me because he's working a lot.
— And now?
He didn't respond, but Yeonjun kept looking at him.
— Hue—
— We're going to make a video call.
Kai got up in one go, and Yeonjun blinked with lost eyes, following his best friend down the hallway of the apartment.
— What do you mean, a video call?
— He said he's very shy, but he doesn't mind having a video call during his work break to talk to us.
— Now?
— Now.
The blond combed his hair quickly in the bathroom after splashing his face with water.
— What about the test?
— He'll send it by mail. He'll sign the contract in person.
— Do you think he'll sign?
— I'm about to find out now.
Kai stopped right by Yeonjun's bedroom door and turned to him.
— Where do you think you're going?
— Going into my room, I mean, I want to listen-...
— No.
— Why not?
— Yeonjun, you're his idol, you know? You're like his Michael Jackson. You can't just be there.
— But-...
— Goodbye.
Huening Kai slammed the door, and Yeonjun stood there for almost a minute, absorbing the situation because he had woken up too quickly. He was starting to get anxious again, but Kai was right. Maybe the anticipation would make Yeonjun perform twice as well in the recording, so for now, he would be content to stay outside.
He was too hyperactive to sit and wait, so he took a long shower, tidied up the living room he had messed up, and started preparing dinner because Yeonjun felt empty and hollow in the stomach, and he knew Kai would complain as soon as he came out of the room. He wasn't the greatest professional chef in the universe, but he could make the basics for survival and what was within his reach. Huening liked his food a lot, and that was already enough.
He chopped onions, and his eyes stung when Huening appeared behind him, leaning on the sink. When Yeonjun glanced at him, he noticed his best friend's complete expression of shock.
— How was it?
Huening pressed his lips together and smiled while looking at his own feet. He raised both eyebrows.
— Beomeow is Choi Beomgyu.
Yeonjun stopped cutting, looked at Huening Kai, because he might have thought he was just messing with him, but Kai never played around, especially when it came to work. And the pressure on Yeonjun threatened to drop.
He swallowed hard.
— Yeonjun. — He called out because he knew Choi was in a state of complete shock, the lost gaze focused on him, and Huening nodded gently. — He really is a virgin.
Yeonjun shook his head.
— No. It's not going to happen.
— What do you mean?
— No. It's. Not. Going.
— Going where?
— Kai, I can't handle it.
Huening took a few seconds before bursting into a loud laugh that made his eyes fill with tears. Yeonjun knelt down until he sat on the floor, and the next step was to lie down, eyes wandering the kitchen ceiling as Kai recovered.
— Choi Yeonjun afraid of premature ejaculation?
— Dude... — He denied to himself. — You don't understand.
— Yeonjun, stop being ridiculous, you cum more than four times in a recording and you can't have sex with a virgin?
— Shut up! Silence! I don't want to hear it! — Covered his ears, closed his eyes, and writhed on the floor like a child. — It's easy for you to say when you're not the top.
— A big deal being the top.
— Kai. — Sat on the floor, his hair was a mess. — It's not just that. — Rubbed his face. — I... — His gaze roamed the floor. — I'm in love with him, man.
— And isn't it the opportunity of a lifetime to have sex with the guy you're in love with?
— Yeah, it is, but... — Denied. — It's not just sex, Kai.
— Well... It doesn't seem like it's just sex for him either. — Shrugged as if he didn't care.
— What do you mean?
— Come on, Jun? He's really into you, he watches your videos, if the guy isn't eager to get with you, I don't know anything anymore. And I always know everything.
— You think so?
— I'm sure of it.
— Think if I ask him for a date after we finish recording, would he accept it?
— Yeonjun, a bottom after getting what they want is capable of giving you the world.
Choi laughed, still somewhat static, staring somewhat absent.
— I can't believe that innocent face is not just a facade.
— He watches your videos, but probably not that often, considering he's still a virgin.
Yeonjun squeezed his eyes and groaned while covering his face.
— Stop repeating that nonsense.
— It's not my fault you're a horny mess. Now, get up and finish this dinner because I'm starving from doing all the work.
I really wanted to say that after that conversation, Yeonjun felt fine, but that wasn't true. He was nervous, very anxious, a stomach-churning, heart-racing sensation he had never felt before. It was bizarre, and to make matters worse, he kept dreaming about Beomgyu almost every night.
It was shocking to know that even though Beomgyu wasn't a hundred percent innocent, he was still pure. That meant he had never been touched by anyone, and Yeonjun was given that role. What his mind thought about it was crazy, it immediately triggered his body and made things very complicated. He couldn't lie and say that Beomgyu being one of the thousands of people who watched him in the throes of pleasure didn't boost his self-esteem. It was the truth, and the confidence he had developed over those weeks reflected in all his videos.
Yeonjun surrendered to them, losing himself in his thoughts, feeling his body go numb and electrified when that surge of energy hit. All he could do was enjoy the sensation with his eyes closed and a smile on his face.
He thought that Beomgyu might be watching him at that very moment, with those sweet eyes focused on his image. It could turn anyone into a narcissist in seconds.
It was even more surprising to find out that Beomgyu consumed that kind of content than that he had been the lucky winner out of thousands of contestants. It might have been an absurd coincidence that he was the exact guy Yeonjun was in love with, but Yeonjun was a lucky guy. Kai said he was born with his ass turned to the moon, and he was used to having pleasant surprises in his favor.
Waiting for the test results and sending them to Kai wasn't too torturous because Yeonjun forced himself to occupy his mind with college entrance exams. He immersed himself completely in his studies, and before he knew it, two and a half weeks had passed, and Huening had read all the test results correctly. They had a recording date scheduled.
The day the raffle took place was the last day Yeonjun saw Beomgyu in person. Of course, the next morning, he went to the café to find him, even though Huening made it clear they wouldn't have a meeting that day. But Beomgyu wasn't there. He didn't show up that day, or the next, and even a week later, Yeonjun still insisted on looking for him.
He didn't know the reason for his disappearance, but he'd beg for his return when they met in person.
— My God, Yeonjun, sit down and be quiet. — Kai grumbled as he scrolled through his profile community. — I can't stand you standing still; imagine you in motion.
— Why is he taking so long? — He furrowed his brows and bit his lip nervously.
It was recording day and the studio's grand opening, everything had been meticulously planned by Kai and Yeonjun, just the way they wanted it, and they were satisfied with the results. However, Choi Beomgyu had entered the studio's bathroom and hadn't come out since. Yeonjun felt like he could turn inside out from all the hyperactivity, pacing back and forth, while Kai was nearly falling asleep on a huge puff in the corner. Yeonjun's skin tingled under the white robe, and he experienced constant shivers.
He was extremely anxious.
Beomgyu had arrived while Yeonjun was getting ready in the other room at the studio. He didn't see or hear him, but he suspected something was off from the very suspicious look on Huening's face when he emerged in the recording room. Even though he didn't say anything, Yeonjun knew, as the whole room was filled with the sweet scent of Beomgyu's shampoo.
— Two minutes, Yeonjun. — Kai said while glancing at him. — The boy's been here for two minutes. Relax, he'll take less time at your wedding.
The sound of the unlocked door made Yeonjun's stomach burn, and Beomgyu entered the recording set wearing a white satin robe that covered only half of his pale thighs. His well-defined clavicles were partly exposed, and his slender waist was accentuated by the robe's tie. Beomgyu's hands were placed in front of his body, his ears turned red, and his eyes were shy as he looked at Yeonjun.
Yeonjun swallowed hard because his mouth had gone dry, and for a few seconds, he didn't even know how to react.
The pearl white of the satin made his pale skin even more radiant, and his striking red lips stood out. Beomgyu looked like a porcelain doll. His dark hair fell over his eyes as he gazed down at his own feet, and his long, curled lashes framed his eyes. Yeonjun's stomach dropped as the sweet fragrance enveloped him even more intensely, making him feel hot.
Kai cleared his throat to pull them out of their trance.
— Shall we go over the contract?
Beomgyu walked closer to the table where Huening had placed the contract and a pen. His bare feet moved lightly on the floor, timid steps as he picked up the pen and started to read the documents. He was closer to Yeonjun, who couldn't help but keep his eyes locked on him. Beomgyu's hands trembled, and the blush began to spread from his ears down his neck.
— I'm the one who edits all the videos; this material isn't manipulated by anyone other than me. It won't be posted on Yeonjun's profile without going through you first. — Kai spoke calmly, and Beomgyu nodded slowly.
— Is it forbidden... — He looked up at Kai, eyebrows furrowed. — to kiss?
Yeonjun instinctively moistened his lips, and Beomgyu locked eyes with him.
— Yeonjun isn't allowed to do that unless you agree. — Kai added, and Yeonjun waited for him to say something.
But Beomgyu just silently signed the contract.
As soon as Choi signed on the dotted line, Yeonjun wanted to exhale. Maybe he was afraid that Beomgyu would change his mind in the last seconds or regret being there. Silly insecurities.
— Well, make yourself comfortable. — Huening offered a reassuring smile, and Beomgyu smiled back. — Now, it's up to Yeonjun.
— I thought you were staying here.
Kai briefly explained the studio's new setup. There was a soundproof waiting room where Huening would be waiting while Yeonjun recorded, but not this time. Yeonjun wanted privacy and had made it clear that Beomgyu would certainly feel more comfortable without him there.
So, that's how it would be.
— I have some commitments. — He raised his phone. — But you can call me at any time. Have a good recording. — He pointed to Yeonjun. — Be careful with the handheld camera.
— Yes, sir.
A tense silence filled the studio as Huening Kai left, with only the sound of the electronic lock and the soft music they usually played during recordings. Yeonjun mustered up the courage to look at Beomgyu and, at the same time, regain his usual confidence. Let's go; he was ready to do what he did best!
— Shall we talk about you being my fan and making my coffee every day, or...?
— Please, don't. — Beomgyu bit his lip to suppress a smile, and Yeonjun chuckled.
The studio's staging area had walls painted in pale white, a medium-sized chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and soft lighting. A king-size bed with crisp white sheets and a padded gray headboard was placed in the middle. It was a typical modern, visually pleasing "bedroom."
Yeonjun positioned himself behind a tripod at the foot of the bed, a few meters away, turning on the camera that Huening had already set up. Another camera, also on and properly placed, was mounted on an articulated tripod at the head of the bed to capture a different angle.
— Let's adjust the framing. Please come closer to the bed. — He used his gentlest tone.
Beomgyu hesitantly moved towards the edge of the bed, kneeling on the soft mattress, crawling slowly towards the center, and sitting on his legs. He looked at the camera, shyly.
— Is this okay?
Yeonjun got lost in how beautiful he looked amid the scenery, as if the bedsheets and the satin robe were one, and Beomgyu was an angel wrapped in fabric. His delicate face was so alluring that Yeonjun was sure he would be the star of the night.
— Perfect. — He murmured, and Beomgyu lowered his gaze, embarrassed. — We're recording now. It's not a live broadcast, so don't worry about what to say or do. Kai always takes care of the editing.
He circled the tripod to ensure the red light was on, and when he returned his focus to Beomgyu, who was watching him, Yeonjun realized it was time. He took a deep breath and undid the knot of his own robe, gazing deeply into Beomgyu's sweet eyes, which immediately dropped to his body as he completely discarded the fabric. Yeonjun was wearing nothing but black boxers because Huening said they suited him better, enhancing the muscles of his abdomen with his tanned skin.
Beomgyu clutched the bedsheet, swallowing hard.
With a look of innocence, he raised his eyes when Yeonjun kneeled on the bed. His naturally furrowed brows indicated that he wasn't sure what to do next. Beomgyu was nervous, embarrassed, and Yeonjun knew it. The rosy color from the tips of his ears had now spread to his fair cheeks as he approached enough for Beomgyu's reflection to move from on top of his thighs to sit on the mattress. Yeonjun didn't need any effort to position himself between Beomgyu's pale legs. As he leaned over, Beomgyu lay on the bed with his arms open and legs apart, his hands by his sides, and his dark hair scattered over the white sheets. He looked so submissive and sweet that Yeonjun didn't even want to lower his gaze to the discarded robe lying close to his navel. Beomgyu was wearing nothing but the white satin.
— Can we start? — He used a lower tone, watching all of Beomgyu's delicate features and that shy expression beneath him. He placed his arms beside Beomgyu's head and was now definitely above him, looking much larger than usual. Beomgyu turned his gaze to the corner, lowering his head to avoid eye contact. The pink blush of shyness spread to his neck and part of his collarbone. — Let me know if you feel uncomfortable or don't want me to do something. — He moved in closer, and one of his hands gently held Beomgyu's slim chin, encouraging him to look at him. Beomgyu did for a few seconds, before Yeonjun's breath reached his lips, and his eyelids fluttered automatically. — Let's take it slow. — He whispered close to Beomgyu's lips.
Yeonjun slowly pressed a tender kiss on Beomgyu's cheek, then his jaw, and when he reached his neck, he let out an erotic sound when he wet his lips slightly before sealing them. Beomgyu laid his head gently on his own raised shoulder as Yeonjun's lips created moist kisses.
— Look at the camera. — He whispered against Beomgyu's skin, and the warm breath made Beomgyu shiver. Beomgyu raised his eyes, lost and directed towards the lens, while Yeonjun's fingers slid lightly across the soft thigh, moving up and down as his tongue traveled along Beomgyu's neck. Beomgyu grabbed one of Yeonjun's shoulders, squeezing it, not too tight and not pushing him away. It was an automatic body reflex for support. — Very well, love. — Beomgyu's belly tensed, letting out another soft sound from the back of his throat.
Yeonjun was known for his gentle tone in his videos, always so careful and affectionate, showering a series of compliments on his viewers. Beomgyu began to melt, just like in his videos. It was a danger.
Yeonjun moved his wet lips along the neck, near the Adam's apple, until he was back close to Beomgyu's lips. They breathed the same air, with their eyes locked close. At the same time, Yeonjun raised both hands to grip Beomgyu's soft thighs. Beomgyu circled his neck with one arm and, as if it had been rehearsed, Yeonjun sat down on the bed with Beomgyu's entire body on his lap.
His rough palms slid on the soft skin underneath the satin robe, from Beomgyu's thighs to his slim waist. Beomgyu hunched his shoulders when one of the robe's sleeves slid up to his upper arm as he raised it to gently cup Yeonjun's face in his hand. The other arm that circled his neck pulled Yeonjun closer, and he softly sealed their lips.
Slow enough for them to synchronize the moment they locked eyes for a brief second with eyes half-closed before finally closing them. Yeonjun squeezed the plump backside between his fingers to bring the warm body closer on his lap, and Beomgyu parted the kiss to let out a gasp, moving his hand from Yeonjun's face to his dark hair, pulling him back to kiss him again.
Beomgyu was delicate, his shy, retracted shoulders making his collarbones even more prominent. His hand caressed Yeonjun's neck with calmness, and his lips followed the rhythm Yeonjun led, intertwining their tongues, creating a series of wet popping sounds that filled the room for minutes. How much Yeonjun had dreamt of kissing Beomgyu seemed to be not even two percent of how much Beomgyu had dreamt of kissing Yeonjun.
Beomgyu's eyelids remained half-closed when Yeonjun broke the kiss to gaze at his beautiful, doll-like face, his lips glistening with saliva, slightly panting. Yeonjun raised his hand carefully to tuck one of Beomgyu's long hair strands behind his ear, and this time Beomgyu looked at him with wide, sweet eyes, closing them a second later when Yeonjun kissed his collarbone.
He let Yeonjun untie the robe, sliding the satin from his arms, and now Beomgyu was completely at his mercy. Yeonjun moved his hand up Beomgyu's thighs and butt, sliding it to the small of his back, where he pressed slightly to bring Beomgyu's chest closer to his mouth. When he slid the tip of his warm tongue up one of the nipples, Beomgyu arched his back and let out a high-pitched moan, gripping his abdomen and balling his hands into fists on Yeonjun's shoulders.
He was sensitive, very sensitive there. His skin prickled, and a shiver spread from his chest to his spine, and he bit his lip and furrowed his brows because now Yeonjun used his thumb to scrape his nail over the nipple that wasn't coated with saliva. Beomgyu tried to suppress the soft moans, looking at the camera while Yeonjun left everything disheveled and wet.
— You need to relax, prince. — He sealed the middle of the chest and looked at Beomgyu, his fingers together massaging the muscles of Beomgyu's back from inside to outside.
— Sorry. — He sounded shaky, and if Beomgyu said anything else, Yeonjun would come from that sweet tone.
He sealed the chest a few more times, denying it gently.
— Don't apologize, love, you're doing so well. — He raised his hand to cup Beomgyu's warm cheek, caressing it until Beomgyu closed his eyes again, the tips of his ears as red as before.
Yeonjun knew what it was like to know absolutely nothing about it, although it had been years ago. Being lucky enough to find out how great sex was with an experienced or trusted person heightened the sensitivity of the moment in millions, and that's why Yeonjun needed Beomgyu to relax. He was sensitive, vulnerable, and maybe he wouldn't be able to handle half of what Yeonjun had to offer later.
He left Beomgyu alone on the bed as he got up and approached the table behind the tripod. Beomgyu seemed personally very satisfied to be in front of the camera, kneeling in the middle of the mattress, looking at him. It was the moment Yeonjun used to look at him for more than a minute. Beomgyu had long legs, slender thighs, a wide hip, and a narrow waist. He was already so sensitive with the glistening member covered in pre-cum under the light, sometimes leaving marks on his slim abdomen. Beomgyu had those beautiful eyes and a delicate face that radiated the purest submission, remaining in the same position since Yeonjun left.
Yeonjun smiled to himself.
The boxer was uncomfortable as he moved because, damn it, Beomgyu couldn't sit still in his lap, and it was too hard not to just get rock hard. But the focus that day was solely on his fans, and specifically, on his fan.
He didn't say anything when he tossed a tube of lubricant on the mattress, even though Beomgyu was looking at him as if waiting for an order, averting his eyes when he found the tube amidst the sheets. The mattress sank behind Beomgyu, and Yeonjun knelt down, pulling him by the waist until he dragged his knees across the sheet, and his back pressed against Yeonjun's strong chest.
Yeonjun gazed at the camera ahead, placing his mouth by Beomgyu's ear, and he tensed his shoulders.
— Give me your arms.
Yeonjun slid his hands from the narrow shoulders down the arms and held the slender wrists to bring them back, guiding Beomgyu to fold his elbows and cross his arms comfortably behind his back. Yeonjun held onto both forearms with one hand while the other hand stroked the inside of the pale thigh.
Beomgyu rested his head on Yeonjun's shoulder, looking up with beautiful eyes and innocent brows, his lips parted because he wanted to kiss, and his butt sticking out due to the position. Yeonjun lowered his face to briefly kiss the lips, smiling by his face.
— Just like that, my love.
He squeezed the slender thigh between his fingers, sliding his palm until it reached the aching member. He wrapped his hand around the entirely slick cock, and Beomgyu gasped. His brows furrowed, and his belly spasmed in quick contractions.
— Yeon-… Yeonjun. — He moaned softly, close to Yeonjun's face, their eyes locked onto each other, lips inches apart.
Oh, fuck...
Yeonjun leaked an absurd amount of pre-cum in his own clothes.
His brain melted, and his stomach churned. He started a slow masturbation, moving down to the base and up to the tip, smoothly and making wet noises as Beomgyu was leaking desperately while releasing a series of soft and needy moans. He clenched his hands on his own elbows, and his sweet, teary eyes stared at Yeonjun.
— J-Jun… — He called trembling. His thighs trembled, and he swallowed hard. — I think... I-I'm gonna...
Yeonjun smiled with the sensitivity, stopping the masturbation to squeeze the member between his palm, making Beomgyu scream, trying to close his legs and move his body forward to prevent his impending climax. It was pathetic. He raised his head towards the camera, biting his lip and furrowing his brows as Yeonjun delivered a sharp spank on his buttocks, and it was nearly impossible to stifle the moan.
Yeonjun's hands squeezed Beomgyu's slender buttocks before moving up to the dimples in his back, giving him a massage that made Beomgyu's arms go limp, and he laid his torso completely on the mattress, pushing his butt towards Yeonjun's erection. He simulated a thrust, making Beomgyu's hips grind against him. Beomgyu moaned softly, clutching the sheets between his fingers.
Yeonjun kept one hand on Beomgyu's waist while the other was placed on the mattress above Beomgyu's shoulder, covering his body, and kissed his back slowly, moving his hips slowly as if he were fucking Beomgyu through their clothes. The skin tingled, and Yeonjun felt like he was going crazy.
— It feels good when I do this, Beom? — He whispered near the ear, and Beomgyu's response was to throw his butt backward, rolling his waist slowly and rubbing it against Yeonjun's hard cock.
He lifted Beomgyu's body to turn him to face him. Beomgyu's face was red, his eyes moist, and it was too embarrassing to look at Yeonjun because he had that aura filled with lust, a loving smile on his full lips that made Beomgyu's stomach boil. Beomgyu covered his eyes with his forearm when Yeonjun grabbed the tube of lubricant.
Beomgyu wasn't verbal, although Yeonjun's main goal had become to make him moan loudly. He could tell how anxious and nervous he was due to the sensitivity and timid touches, but his sweet, submissive eyes gave away how much he was enjoying it and how much he wanted to belong to Yeonjun. He looked at him with so much desire, so much affection, submission, and that's why he covered his eyes.
By now, Beomgyu should have realized that Yeonjun had learned to read him in over forty minutes together.
Yeonjun had never gone so slowly in a recording before, or maybe he had never been so delicate and dedicated even in casual sex. He didn't want to hurt him, cause any trauma, or scare him. He was afraid of breaking Beomgyu if he used too much force. It was their first time, things needed to progress slowly.
He removed his underwear, letting out a relieved sigh. He poured a generous amount of lubricant on two fingers, using one hand to lift one of Beomgyu's legs while the other made sure to coat the entrance well enough. He circled the entrance with his thumb, and Beomgyu's belly contracted, squeezing his hands tightly as Yeonjun pushed the larger finger in until the second knuckle. Beomgyu bit his lip and released a heavy sigh.
— Have you done this before? — He left the leg to place his hand above Beomgyu's head, leaning over and kissing his forearm slowly, eliciting an immediate reaction, a gasp. Beomgyu nodded. Yeonjun chuckled softly against the skin, causing it to tingle. — Doesn't seem like it. You're so tight. — He added a second finger, and now both fingers pressed until the last knuckle. Beomgyu moaned breathlessly, removing his arm from his face to grip Yeonjun's bare shoulders, looking at him in the eyes, furrowing his brows, and parting his lips. Yeonjun kissed him, two deep kisses while he moved his fingers, making Beomgyu moan in a needy and controlled way against his mouth. — But you'll open up. I promise, love.
The tips of his fingers brushed against the prostate, and Beomgyu moaned a bit louder, a tone filled with longing, bringing one of his hands toward Yeonjun's wrist as if asking for more.
— Y-Yeonjun... — He bit his lower lip and closed his eyes, opening his mouth to let out a silent moan when Yeonjun brushed against the prostate once more.
He withdrew his fingers to grab Beomgyu's thighs with both hands, lifting his legs to wrap around his waist, bringing their hips closer and pressing his abdomen against Beomgyu's. He leaned on his elbows next to Beomgyu's head, and their eyes met. He placed the swollen tip at the entrance and pushed as slowly as he could, letting Beomgyu's body take its time to accommodate him.
Beomgyu's belly spasmed, and he bit his lip hard, his brows furrowed, the corners of his eyes moist with tears.
— Relax, prince. — He kissed the warm cheek, moving down to the sensitive neck.
— You can... Y-You can go all the way. — He breathed heavily, and Yeonjun looked into his eyes. Beomgyu crossed his feet on Yeonjun's back, pulled him closer, and wrapped his arms around his neck, moaning loudly as he threw his head back.
— Beomgyu, damn! — He groaned breathlessly.
Beomgyu was so incredibly tight.
Yeonjun felt his belly tighten with how good and torturous it was with the way he squeezed around his cock.
— I said, take it slow. — He sat up, placing his palms on the mattress. Tiny tears wet Beomgyu's face, and he was breathless, trembling. — But if you want it at this pace...
He took the handheld camera in his right hand, turning it on and letting the lens start recording, perfectly framing Beomgyu's face. He used his free hand to grip Beomgyu's jaw, forcing him to face the camera, and Beomgyu furrowed his brows, looking so innocent that all Yeonjun could do was thrust his hips and fuck hard in a thrust that made Beomgyu slide slightly on the sheets, moaning and rolling his eyes.
Yeonjun rubbed his thumb's tip on Beomgyu's parted lips, starting to fuck in short, quick thrusts, making Beomgyu moan interruptedly, loudly, a series of whimpering "ah's," Yeonjun's thumb sliding across his tongue and bringing saliva to his chin.
— Look at me. — Beomgyu made an effort to open his eyes, moaning in a way that sounded like pure pornography with Yeonjun's finger in his mouth, his hands resting on the sides of his head, and his dark locks scattered on the sheets. — Delicious.
— Yeonjun. — He whimpered, embarrassed.
He dropped the handheld camera to place both hands on the bed to gain momentum for deeper thrusts. Beomgyu wrapped his arms around his neck again, pressing his forehead against Yeonjun's, their eyes locked, moaning sensually, brows furrowed.
— I love it when you moan like a slut.
Beomgyu held his face in his hands to kiss him, the vibrations of their moans descending their throats and making everything even hotter. Their bodies were glistening with sweat, Beomgyu's fringe sticking to his forehead, and his pale skin shining pearly from the perspiration.
— Cum... — Beomgyu whispered as they broke the kiss. — Inside me.
Yeonjun groaned, clenching his jaw and quickening his movements because he was so close that he felt the tingling in his toes. Beomgyu's body twitched as he moaned, like a doll about to break, screaming and arching his back as he came, white cum reaching his chin, his whole body tensing, his mouth opening to release sounds trapped in his throat, his eyes rolling back as Yeonjun kept thrusting without interruption.
— Fuck. — Yeonjun's belly spasmed, and his vision blurred as he released everything inside Beomgyu, who moaned sensually.
For a few minutes, all that could be heard in the room were their heavy breaths and the background music. They remained in the same position, immobile, facing each other, catching their breath and recovering.
It wasn't an issue for Yeonjun, but Beomgyu seemed drained. His eyes were half-closed, his arms and legs completely limp, and he cried softly, sniffling with a red nose. Yeonjun leaned down to give him a peck on the lips, and all Beomgyu did was deepen it into a kiss.
Slow, sensual, with cute sounds escaping between their tongues, and a tender caress on Beomgyu's head that made him completely wrapped in submission and endearing again. Yeonjun smiled as he pulled away, keeping his hands in Beomgyu's hair, because Beomgyu whined when he mentioned moving it.
He was so endearing, so devoted to him.
Beomgyu was in love, and Yeonjun could see it in his sweet eyes.
— Are you okay, my love? — He whispered softly, and Beomgyu nodded. — I'd act with you again for another ten rounds tonight.
— Yeonjun! — He covered his face with his hands, and Choi laughed. Beomgyu's ears turned red, and he remained adorable even after everything.
— We can. — He kissed the back of Beomgyu's hand, and Beomgyu shyly looked away. — The camera is still on. — He kissed the rosy lips, making Beomgyu all dreamy. — And then I can take you out.
Beomgyu stared into his eyes, one at a time, then swallowed hard.
— Really?
— Mm-hmm, kitty. — He caressed Beomgyu's lips with his thumb and looked at his beautiful face. He smiled. — You have no idea how long I've dreamed of this moment.
Blush spread across Beomgyu's neck, and Yeonjun felt that nervousness in his stomach.
They were ready to act together again.