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Intak rolls around on his bed sheets, twisting his body and pulling the tie around his neck further undone. His dark brown eyes are fixated on Jiung’s hands as they grip the sides of the camera.
“Are they turning out well, Jiung?”
Jiung swallows harshly. It’s not that he thinks that Intak looks bad; it’s the opposite, actually. Intak has always been cute to him, from the constant sparkle in his eyes to the way his nose scrunches up when he laughs. Though Intak’s recent side hustle has allowed Jiung to see him in a new light. His mind has begun to wander places it shouldn’t, and he feels like he needs a chastity belt anytime he sees him. It's not every day that your best friend asks you to take pictures for his camboy account.
At first, it wasn’t bad. He tried not to pay too much attention to what Intak would be doing when posing for pictures. This was a professional environment, and Jiung was typically very in control of his emotions. Intak has been doing this whole explicit photo and video thing for a few months now. He was a natural and moved on his own each time he saw the flash of the camera, not needing much guidance from Jiung. Initially, the pictures would be him shirtless or maybe some excessively tight clothing, but as time progressed, Intak felt comfortable enough to wear less and less in front of him. Most of the time, now he would just be in his underwear.
Today, however, Intak was dressed in a loose white button-down, a black tie, and white pants. The jacket he was previously wearing had been tossed to the side, getting used as a prop intermittently. Today’s pictures were just for his social media as a thirst trap, but they still created a funny feeling in Jiung’s chest…and other areas too.
Jiung felt like such a pervert each time he went home after each photography session. It was almost instantaneous the way he’d end up stroking himself in his bed, coming undone several times. So when Intak is asking him that question, Jiung's mind is hazy. Intak’s shirt has 3 buttons undone and is slightly lifted, allowing Jiung's imagination to run wild. Jiung's eyes trail down to the waistband of his pants, and his mouth begins to water.
“Jiung?” he asks again.
“Sorry. They look um, nice.” He smiled nervously.
“Should I take off more?”
Intak undoes the rest of the buttons and slides the shirt off his shoulders. Jiung tries not to think about how his pants are tightening, and if this goes any further, he may have to step out.
“Looks good.”
Jiung resumes taking pictures and admires him through the lens of the camera. Intak’s hand drags down his stomach, the tips of his fingers sliding into his pants. Jiung almost chokes, wondering if Intak would dare touch himself while he watches.
He never recorded or looked at Intak’s actual videos. It might’ve been too invasive, even if he saw him near naked often. Intak has told him he’s allowed to watch, give him constructive feedback, so he can come up with new ideas for teaser photos. So he mostly uses his own imagination when thinking about Intak in his free time.
His breath is hitched in his throat, and his ears feel hot. The room is quiet aside from the clicking of the camera. Jiung can’t wait for this to end. A few more minutes pass by, and Intak sits up on the bed. Jiung passes the camera to him and lets his friend examine the photos. He likes the way Intak smiles at his work, the approval surging pleasure throughout his body.
“Are you sticking around to help me edit?” Intak asks, tossing the camera aside and going to his closet to pull out some more comfortable clothes.
“Can’t today. I’ve gotta go home to clean. Place is super dirty,” Jiung lies.
“Mm,” He replies in a slightly disappointed tone.
“You need my help tomorrow too, right?”
“I do.”
“I’ll see you then,” Jiung says, tossing his backpack over his shoulder.
Intak bids him goodbye as Jiung walks himself out. He lives in the same building, just a few floors below him, and rushes to his apartment. He doesn’t bother waiting for the elevator and runs down the stairs. He’s quickly typing in his code before busting through the door, throwing his bag down in the living room, and entering his room.
He sits at his desk and begins to search for something he’s never looked up before. He pulls up the camboy website that Intak’s on. He quickly creates an account, trying not to make it obvious that it’s him. Jiung searches up the name “takkibaby,” and the results load almost instantly. The covers of the videos are often photos that Jiung has taken, some more explicit than the rest. He types in his credit card information almost too eagerly and then clicks on the subscribe button.
Jiung feels his dick throb, not realizing the feeling Intak was having on him. He shifts awkwardly in his seat, trying to at least be patient enough to select something to watch. He scrolls back up to Intak’s most recent video, hesitating for a moment. Had he really grown this desperate?
Yes. Yes, he had.
Jiung clicks on the play button. The video is titled "pleasing myself after a long day". It starts with Intak sitting on his bed in front of the camera, similar to how he was earlier. His hair isn't styled in its usual wispy fashion; it clings to his forehead as he pulls his shirt off. Jiung's eyes focus on the slight definition in his abs as his hands drag down his body, fingers pausing to thumb over his nipple.
Jiung's dick is begging to be freed at this point. He quickly unbuckles his jeans and pushes them down first, noticing how his precum is leaking out and creating a wet spot on his grey underwear. He looks back up at the screen at Intak palming himself, whines slipping out as he teases his tip. Jiung grabs himself through his briefs and moans. His heart is pounding, knowing that Intak could be touching himself just like this right now having seen each other just a few moments ago.
Intak's hand dives desperately into his underwear and pulls his cock out. Jiung won't last at the rate Intak is moving, legs spreading open needily as he pleasures himself. His pace isn't too fast or slow, trying to keep the viewers' attention. Jiung follows his steps, pouring conveniently placed lube into his palm and beginning to stroke himself. His breathing is starting to become labored, and his eyes aren't breaking contact with the screen for even a second. The way Intak sounds grows louder and more desperate by the second.
Jiung already feels close when he notices a small pop-up in the corner of the screen. It reads "takkibaby is now live". He pauses for a moment, biting down on his lower lip before navigating to the live stream using his free hand. The stream shows Intak on his bed once again; the lighting is low and warm, and you can see he's shirtless already.
"Hello everyone," Intak says, eyes scanning the chat.
"A surprise live?" He reads out.
"I know I usually announce them before but I…" he trails off for a moment.
"I felt like letting you guys watch me cum."
Intak backs up from the camera, his cock on full display, pressing against his lower abdomen. It's slightly glistening like he really was already playing with himself. "Ah, I'm so hard already, I almost didn't make it to turn the camera on."
Jiung watches as Intak starts to stroke himself from base to tip. His hips buck upwards occasionally fucking into his own hand, and he whines over and over.
"It's not- it's not enough guys. Wish someone was filling me," He cries out.
Jiung pulls his hand away quickly so he doesn't spill out into his own palm. His other hand is gripping the desk, trying to calm himself down. Intak was really driving him crazy. His eyes were focused on Intak's pink lips that were swelling from how hard he was biting back cries. The Intak he usually knew was very confident, not begging on live stream for someone to use him as they pleased.
He wants to cum badly, but he knows it'll feel better if it happens at the same time Intak does. Intak strokes himself for a few seconds longer before reaching over to pour lube on his fingers from a bottle that had been next to him on the bed. Jiung wasn't quite sure of what was going to happen next, but his eyes widened as he watched Intak pull his legs up and back, slipping a finger inside of himself. He throws his head back and inhales deeply.
His mind is hazy, and Jiung doesn't even realize how quickly he's moving his own hand up and down once again. He's in a trance watching how Intak is fighting to keep his own legs open so the fans can see. He's slipped a second finger inside of himself by now and is gripping the bed tightly.
"I know you guys want a third but, but" Intak pauses, because he can hardly get the words out.
"I'm not gonna make it. I'm so close, I'm so close," he whines.
Jiung wishes he could just walk over there to help him out. He imagines using his own fingers to make Intak cum prettily around him. Intak is getting extremely vocal, and Jiung can feel his dick throbbing.
"Fuck, I'm—" Intak doesn't even finish his words as the final thrust of his own hand causes the cum to spew out across his stomach, a few stripes even reach up to his chest. Jiung closes his eyes and moans. He looks down to see that he's come too, the cum dripping down his shaft. He's a mess right now.
Intak has finally recovered from the situation and stands up to approach the camera. He shows off his semi-hard cock and cum coated body.
"Ah that was fun guys. I would stay but I have to be ready to make content for you guys tomorrow." He reads off a few chat messages before saying goodbye.
Jiung is fucked.
Jiung spent his entire day at work daydreaming about Intak. He thinks about all the positions he wants to put him in and fuck him until he's overstimulated. He imagines him red and sweaty, looking completely fucked out.
But of course, when he gets to Intak's apartment, he's normal. He pushes the thoughts to the back of his mind and pretends he didn't spend last night watching his best friend pleasure himself. Intak opens the door, standing in nothing but a robe, smiling.
"Hi Jiung-hyung," he says cutely.
"Hello. Straight to work I'm assuming?"
Intak nods and pulls Jiung by the wrist to his bedroom. The white sheets of the bed are made up, and there's now a tripod in the corner.
"You got a tripod?" Jiung questions.
"Oh, yeah! I got it today. Got tired of propping the camera up on random stuff."
"I guess you don't need me anymore," Jiung jokes.
"No I do! For overhead angles and stuff," he laughs.
Jiung sets his things down, tucked away from the view of the angle, as Intak sits down on the bed. His legs are crossed, and his eyes are following Jiung's every move.
"Hyung?"
"Hm?" He turns around to respond to his question.
"Would you help me record a video today?"
Jiung was shocked, but he tried to keep his face neutral. "Don't you usually—"
"By myself? Yes but I…just want to make something a little different today. I'll be actually doing stuff to myself. But if that makes you uncomfortable you can say no."
"No!" He suddenly blurts out. "I mean, I will do it. I don't mind."
"Great," he smiles back.
Jiung adjusts the camera settings, and when he's ready, he gives him a thumbs up. Intak chuckles a little bit before taking off his robe. He's left in nothing but his white briefs. Once Jiung starts recording, a few moments are spent watching Intak tease himself as he sits at the edge of the bed. It's not too much different than photos; Jiung can hold himself back for now. He captured Intak in multiple angles, which can be sorted through later.
It's when Intak locks eyes with what feels like Jiung, but more realistically is the camera, as his hand dives down his underwear and jerks himself off underneath it. His hand moves lazily at first, trying to build up some form on anticipation. His breathing is mostly just heavy, but Jiung can still feel himself starting to get hard. It's all reminding him of the video and live stream from last night. He tries to think about anything to distract himself, dead puppies, work deadlines, or the sad movie he watched last week. Nothing is working, however.
Intak shoves his briefs off, and his cock flies free. Jiung tries not to drool or stare too long. It's when Intak leans all the way onto his back and spreads his legs. A plug rests comfortably inside itself. Jiung doesn't say anything; he just inhales sharply. Intak flips over a pillow that's located behind him and pulls out a dildo. He pulls the plug out and moans at the loss of sensation before easing the new toy inside of him.
Jiung can't believe the situation he's in right now. He's watching his best friend fuck himself with a dildo missionary style, cock resting against his stomach, legs spread open, showing all of himself. Jiung also can't deny that he himself is fully hard at this point, but he can't address it. If he adjusts himself one, it'll mess up the recording, and two, Intak will be well aware of the situation. So Jiung just has to stand there with his camera hovering over Intak, cock essentially on full display. But Intak doesn't mind; he wishes that it were Jiung fucking into instead. Intak whines louder, lips slightly parted, pushing the toy in and out with a quickening pace.
Usually, when Intak makes videos, teasers, or live streams, he talks to his fans. Making little comments here and there to tease them and beg to rile them up. He is pulling in his stomach, but the dildo is not enough to satisfy him right now. Not when Jiung's pants look like they're gonna pop open from how hard he is. Thankfully, Intak has no shame and isn't afraid to ask for what he wants.
"Please help me. It's not enough," Intak pants as his eyes close. "Can't push it deep enough."
Jiung's mouth goes dry, and he feels his cock twitch again. Maybe he should ask to stop. He can't take it.
"Please help me Jiung," Intak begs, catching him off guard.
That's what it took to break Jiung's focus. He's staring at Intak, eyes wandering over the flushed parts of his skin and leaking tip.
"What?" Jiung manages to get out.
Intak pulls the toy out of himself and sits up. He comes to the edge of the bed towards Jiung, who is standing up. He wraps his hand around his thigh and looks up at him submissively. He moves his face close and rubs his cheek against Jiung's hard-on. Fully aware of how the camera was still rolling.
"I want you to fuck me so badly. I've prepped myself so well for you."
His entire face and ears have gone red when he comes out of his mouth. He wishes he had thought longer about the choice, but he nods faster than the words can come out of his mouth. He's scrambling to stop the video, trying to turn the camera off when Intak grabs his wrist.
"Don't. Wanna watch it back later. Put it on the tripod."
Jiung obeys and fixes the camera to the tripod as quickly as he can. When he walks back over, Intak essentially attacks him. Intak grabbed him by the belt loops of his jeans and pulled him close. It all happened so fast. From the undoing of buttons to his pants and underwear being kicked to the side. Intak grabs Jiung at his base and slaps his tip against his tongue. Jiung's knees feel weak, so he braces one of his hands on Intak's shoulder.
He takes the tip beyond his lips, tongue flicking across and driving into his slit. The pads of Jiung's fingers are pressing harshly into Intak's skin, but he doesn't mind. A string of curses leaves Jiung's lips as he feels more of himself enter into Intak's mouth. The pace is good, and the warmth of his mouth reminds him of heaven on earth. There's a brief moment when Intak takes on more than he can handle, gagging on Jiung's tip. But the walls of the flesh closing in on him allow Jiung to grow loudly.
He finally takes a moment to look down at Intak, who's a mess, of course. There's saliva spilling from the sides of his mouth, but he's focused. Jiung grabs a handful of Intak's short black hair to get his attention, his soft brown eyes looking back up at him.
"So good, you do that so fucking good," he praises. "Let me reward you."
Intak is encouraged to get onto the center of the bed on all fours. Jiung is finding lube in the nightstand as a precautionary measure and taking off his shirt, revealing his various tattoos. He's slicking up both his cock and his fingers. Finally, he crawls onto the bed himself, lining himself up behind Intak. He pushes Intak further down into the bed, hand placed between his shoulder blades.
When his ass is up more, Jiung spreads him open and presses a finger inside. Intak's breath immediately hitches, and he whines repeatedly as Jiung works it in and out of him. A second is added soon after with a scissoring motion. Intak is desperate at this point; he's fucking himself back onto Jiung's fingers. He hadn't been with anyone in a long time, the only pleasure being from himself. He'd be praying for the moment that he could have Choi Jiung buried inside of him.
"Please, I can't wait much longer."
"Needy thing aren't you?" Jiung asks.
"So needy, I need you so badly."
Jiung chose not to waste much more time, being reminded of how his own cock ached anyway. He pulls his fingers out and traces his tip along Intak's glistening hole. He pushes himself inside, and Intak immediately becomes a mess. His pathetic whimpers fill the room, and his knuckles are turning white from how hard he's gripping onto the sheets. Jiung roughly and deeply, giving Intak just what he asked for. The sound of skin-to-skin contact grows as he pounds into him. Neither of them has felt this good in a long time.
"Close. So close," Intak whines.
Naturally, Jiung does want to finish too, feel Intak come undone around him, but not yet. He needed to savor this moment just a bit longer. He stops moving and pulls his cock out against his own desires.
"No, no please," Intak begs.
"I wanna watch you cum," Jiung says, flipping Intak over onto his back.
Intak is shocked at the sudden change, but he likes it. He likes the way Jiung spreads him open and pushes himself inside. They stay like that for a moment, looking deeply into each other's eyes. Intak is so beautiful, Jiung thinks before kissing along Intak's sharp jawline and trailing kissing down his neck. Jiung licks his lips once again before diving into kiss Intak's lips for the very first time. He's caught off guard, but he loves it. Intak's hands cup the side of Jiung's face, desperately licking his bottom lip. Jiung slips his tongue inside, exploring every inch of Intak's mouth as if he hadn't eaten in days before his hips start to move again.
Intak can't seem to focus on everything at the same time. The accidental brushing of his cock against Jiung's stomach, the way he's fucking him better than anyone else ever has, or keeping his lips in sync with Jiung while moans escape his mouth. It's all so much. He's warm all over, and sweat is beading at his forehead.
"Jiung," he whimpers.
"Yes?"
"I'm gonna—"
"You can. Go ahead and cum Intak."
Only a few more strokes pass before Intak is making a mess on both of them, and his back is arching off the bed. Jiung is only a few steps behind, the clenching walls pushing him to his limit. His warm cum pools inside of Intak, staying still a few moments after he finishes. Their foreheads are pressed together. Jiung smiles to himself before stealing another kiss and pulling out, watching the way the white fluid leaks out of Intak.
He sneaks away to Intak's bathroom to grab a couple of towels to clean them up. Intak watches Jiung quietly unsure of what to say. Jiung sits down next to him, calmly wiping him down. The warm wet feeling of the cloth drags along his skin and he tries to conjure up a thought.
"Jiung?"
He looks over at him softly. "Hm?"
"I didn't make you uncomfortable did I?"
"The opposite actually," Jiung says, redness crawling up his ears. "You're so…pretty. All the time of course. But seeing you like this in person in so different."
"You say it like you've seen me like this before," he jokes.
Jiung goes quiet as he's wiping across his butterfly tattoo.
"Have you?" Intak asks.
"Okay listen I just—I got curious and you looked so fucking good yesterday. Somehow you wearing more clothes turned me on more than just imagining you naked."
"You imagine me naked?"
Jiung's entire face was red at this point realizing he was he was oversharing a bit too much.
"The live stream was for you yesterday. I wasn't sure if you actually ever watched my stuff but I had a feeling that I was at least turning you on. You rushed out of here to clean your spotless apartment with a obvious boner so I figured that if I turned it on maybe you'd watch. Your struggle to keep your composure turned me on so maybe it's a good thing you left," Intak says.
" I didn't watch before but god, am I not supposed to be turned on by my best friend shoving his hand sexily down his pants? But I have-"
"Have what?"
"Touched myself an embarrassing amount of times to the thought of you after the photo shoots."
"Well you're not alone at least," Intak teases him.
"You're lucky I like you," he bites back playfully.
"I know."
Intak rises to a sitting position and moves closer to Jiung, placing a quick kiss upon his lips.
"So does this mean you'll be my camera man and my partner?" Intak asks.
"Sex partner?"
"Romantic too, but you'll really have to buy me dinner first since you already fucked me."
"Deal," Jiung says shoving him away while giggling.
The following days include lots of sex, as well as a few emotional talks. So many feelings being held back in the few months since Intak had started his channel. The first video Intak and Jiung made would not be shared, but it was definitely used as inspiration for what was to come. Intak's fans were eager to know who his mysterious, faceless camera man boyfriend was, who featured in much of his new content. But some things were meant to be kept private even though much of them was available for the public.