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It's a normal Friday afternoon for Sakurayashiki Kaoru, or Cherry, as he calls himself tonight. Which means he's wearing a corset and lace stockings on a garter belt, along with a plug large enough to replace three fingers. He's sitting in his living room, legs spread on the sofa, and currently teases his straining shaft against the white, lacey underwear. It's what his viewers like, slow teasing. Gentle touches. Deep groans. His show is supposed to take three hours, thirty minutes are over right now. People are interested, things are going well, and Kaoru moans happily into his small shotgun microphone. A normal Friday afternoon. Until it isn't.
The doorbell rings. Which is never good during a stream, but fuck, today it's especially bad. A lot of people are watching. He can't afford to lose viewers. On the other hand, the doorbell now chimes for the third time, so it must be important. Fuck.
Kaoru closes his eyes, then gets up slowly. "Okay, my little blossoms. I'll be back in a second. I'm sure you all heard my doorbell. Think about me and the mailman doing whatever you want. Maybe he's a very strong guy? Finding me like this?" He shivers, half for effect and half because the fantasy does turn him on.
After a quick click on mute, Kaoru rushes into the hallway, where he swiftly slips into a long coat. Fuck whoever bothers him right now, he's losing money!
But once he opens the door, Kaoru swallows. Oh. Oh yeah, he should fuck whoever bothered him. There is indeed a comically large man in front of him, but instead of it being fat bulging him up, it's pure, ridiculous muscle mass. He tightens instinctively around the plug. Fuck. "Yes?"
"Sakurayashiki Kaoru?"
"Hmm-mmh?"
"I've got a package for you."
"I bet you do."
"What?"
He cocks his head. "I'm sure that's why you … rang my doorbell."
The guy laughs and looks down at him. Probably registers the stockings, even though the rest of his outfit is hidden behind the robe. "I have your new sofa." And then, this fucking boulder of a man steps to the side and fuck, yeah, there's indeed a sofa behind him.
"That was … scheduled for Saturday."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
He looks at his clipboard. "Ah, but it says here, 'Sakurayashiki Kaoru, Friday'." They both shake their heads. Impossible to determine where the error came from. "Uh, I can … uhm. This is my last delivery of the day so I can put it back in the truck and have my colleague bring it tomorrow?"
"No!" The word rushes out of him, a little too quickly. "No. It's fine. You can … come in. Please."
"Uhm … okay." His eyes fall onto Kaoru's strange clothes again. But he stays silent.
"Do you have a name?"
"Kojiro. Well, Nanjo Kojiro."
"Perfect. Come in, bring me your package." There might be a light blush on the guy's cheeks. Amazing. Well, the stream is cool and all, but Kaoru just met a human god, so his priorities shifted. He goes to his computer and deactivates the camera but has an idea last minute. "Do you mind if I keep working?"
"No, not at all. It's your house, be comforta—" he stops talking in the middle of the sentence when Kaoru shrugs off his coat. A small smile, then the laptop and microphone land in Kaoru's arms. He sets up his stuff again on the dining table and looks over to where the guy stands, lost and, by his flush, likely at least somewhat turned on. Hopefully.
"Hello, little blossoms." Kaoru puts in the extra effort to keep his voice as silky as possible. "Sorry for the short interruption. I had to handle a big, tall, strong man." He snickers, even though it's fake. It gets people's attention. "I made a new friend today, you see. Let's call him ... Joe?" He raises his eyes up to meet the other's. "The poor guy stumbled into my little show, but he said he doesn't mind me continuing while he takes care of my old sofa."
Kaoru lifts his gaze and cocks his head, silently asking for permission. Joe didn't consent to being a part of this, after all. But the other just blinks, then nods and turns to the old sofa. He starts to take the thing apart, quickly and efficiently, obviously making an effort to be quiet. Kaoru appreciates it.
"Now, little darlings, you can surely all guess, since I'm not alone, it would be very naughty of me to touch myself. I'm sorry, sweet blossoms, I would like to get off, too. But this is a bit of … something to tide you over until you can see me again, yes?" He purrs and whines and makes sure his voice lulls. A bunch of people dropped from the stream, but there's a significant amount that stayed. Interesting.
Something makes a louder noise. "I'm sorry!" Joe frowns, seemingly a little scared, but Kaoru grins back.
"Nothing to be sorry about, lovely. At least now my little blossoms know I didn't make you up." Another chuckle, this one less fake. Joe—Kojiro—blushes and keeps going. For a second, Kaoru mutes himself again. His tone changes dramatically, all business for now. "Hey. I'm sorry. This is how I earn my money. But I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I can pause the stream if I—"
"No."
The force behind the word startles Kaoru. "Are you sure? I know it's a lot. I'm sure you've figured out what kind of show this is and—"
"Please." It's barely a whimper. Holy fuck. Holy fuck, the dude is into it. Oh. Ooooooh.
He turns the microphone back on, tone corrected to the usual lilt. "Do you want me to continue?"
"Yes, sir."
Holy fuck. This is better than every dream he's ever had. "Hmm." Kaoru hums as if he ate something sugary. "And do you want me to tell my viewers a little more about you?" Kojiro doesn't say anything, but he shrugs, then looks down, obviously trying to hide the almost purple blush high on his cheeks. "You like this, don't you?" A small nod. "Oh, my little blossoms, today I won the delivery lottery." He hesitates for a moment, then searches Joe's eyes again. "Do you want me to turn on the video again?" The chat thinks Kaoru is talking about them and goes wild, but his eyes are still on Kojiro.
Another moment's hesitation, then a nod. Once. Demurely.
Oh god, this is perfect. The camera clicks back on and Cherry grins at his fans. Right now, Kaoru and he are almost the same person. Almost. "There we go. Joe wanted you guys to see me again. Say 'thank you, Joe'." That's when the donations start. A lot of them. Oh god, a lot of them. Kaoru gaps softly, then bites his lip. "Wow, everyone. That's … generous. You like him, huh?"
The chat goes crazy once more. And Kaoru has an idea. He fixates Kojiro just as the last piece of the new sofa is clicked and pushed in place. It's a giant thing, but Kaoru needs the space to play. He holds eye contact once Kojiro resurfaces and grins. "Should I deliver your thank you directly?"
More donations, more screaming. His numbers are higher than ever before, even though he's a little distracted. Of course the chat wants him to do so. So Cherry mutes himself, gets up and twirls, presenting his fans with what might soon be Joe's.
But the second he's out of the frame, he's Kaoru again. With a quick step, he walks up to the gorgeous guy. "Do you want me to give you their thanks?" He looks past all the muscles and at the new sofa. "I could use some help ensuring this thing is comfortable?"
Joe, or Kojiro—hard to say—nods. He looks almost dumb with how empty his brain seems to be but that's just because everything is a little overwhelming right now. Probably. On the other hand, maybe he is a human beefcake.
Cherry's, or Kaoru's, hand lands on his chest. "Which part of me do you want to get your gratitude from?"
Instead of an answer, he gets more blushing, before finally, Kojiro seems to catch himself. "Whatever you'd like to give me."
Awwww. How sweet. A gentleman. "How do you feel about sex on camera?"
"I've never—"
Kaoru lifts his finger and presses it to his lips. "That wasn't the question. Do you want to try? I'll get you a mask just in case but your face doesn't even need to be in the frame." The man blinks, but eventually, he nods. What a lovely guy. "I'll be back in just a minute. You can introduce yourself to my viewers if you'd like? Just stay behind the camera, sexy. At least for now."
When he comes back, Kojiro is sitting next to his laptop, carefully out of view.
"Did you wave? Sorry, the mic is off and I forgot to tell you."
"No."
"Didn't want to?"
"I've never done this before."
Kaoru snickers softly and motions for the other to get up. "Don't worry. I've got you. Put the mask on and come stand in front of the camera. Let me take care of the rest." He's back to being Cherry now, so he hopes Kojiro can be Joe for him. And the man follows through. Unmuting himself, Cherry addresses his audience, almost purring into the microphone. "I hope my little blossoms are as eager as I am. Say 'hello', everyone." The chat goes wild when they see Joe entering the frame. "Mm, so polite. You should all be rewarded."
With his back to the camera for his viewers to remember where exactly they left off, Cherry undresses his guest with slow, careful movements. The polo shirt goes first—he makes sure Joe's company logo isn't visible—then his fingers tease the newly exposed skin. The man is absolutely gorgeous, pure muscle, so Cherry drops a few kisses, worshiping the adonis in front of him as he lowers himself to the ground, knees hitting the soft carpet underneath.
Joe looks down at him through the mask, his chest rising and falling just the tiniest bit more rapidly. Lovely. Without breaking eye contact, Cherry unbuttons the man's pants and mouths at the half hard cock he finds underneath. Joe groans above him and rests a hesitant hand on Cherry's head.
"Mmm." The involuntary hum is all Kaoru, but he's too busy helping Joe out of his pants to care right now. He looks up and arches an eyebrow in question while his fingers play with the edge of Joe's underwear.
A bashful nod. Cherry smirks and looks at the camera over his shoulder. He doesn't get to see much but the donations must be pouring in if the speed at which the chat is moving is anything to go by. And rightfully so; the man is a wet dream poured into a muscle mold.
His gaze quickly returns to the delicious treat in front of him, though, and the man's hard-on almost hits him in the cheek. "Sorry!"
"Don't be." Cherry maneuvers Joe until his profile is to the camera, so his blossoms can enjoy the full view of what he's about to do. He looks up once more as his fingers wrap around the exquisite length and his tongue laps at the head. The hold on his hair tightens and Cherry hums.
Joe moans above him, clearly appreciating the vibrations around his cock, but covers his mouth with his other hand.
With a loud pop, Cherry pulls back, only to bite around a perfect V-line, earning a small yelp in surprise from his companion. "No need to be shy. Right, blossoms?" He eyes the camera and, yes, his chat very much agrees with him. "Let me hear you, big boy."
So Joe lowers his arms but his fingers twitch the second Cherry goes down on him again, bobbing his head, his own hand curled around what doesn't fit in his mouth. His gag reflex is a distant memory from before he did cam shows, but even with that advantage, he almost chokes. Fuck. So hot. His insides twist when he briefly wonders if he would ever be able to do so, like a personal challenge he could work toward ... But it's pointless to dwell on, really. He'll probably never hear from Joe again after this.
Wanting to make it worth both their while, Cherry moves back again and pushes Joe to rest on the new, giant L-shaped sofa. "Sit back and relax, okay?"
Joe nods, the hand not holding Cherry now grabbing the cushion next to him for dear life. Cherry resumes his task in earnest after he makes sure the camera still catches everything they're doing. He's just getting back into a proper rhythm, humming and pumping Joe's cock, swallowing around the head when it hits the back of his throat—when his companion pulls him off using the fingers still tangled in his hair.
Cherry immediately mutes his mic and meets Joe's eyes, tilting his head. "Did I do something wrong?" His voice is a little rough. Maybe he got a bit too into that.
"No, no! Sorry, I—" Joe's eyebrows are pinched as he takes a steadying breath. "I just …"
"What?" Cherry gets up from the floor and sits directly in front of the camera, stroking himself through the lacey underwear again. He needs to give his audience something, after all, otherwise they'll leave. When Joe says nothing, Cherry turns his head and finds his guest staring, either at his hand or the plug, he doesn't know. "Like what you see, big boy?" He can't help the lilt to his voice even though the mic isn't on right now.
Joe nods, his eyes never straying from Cherry's slow, teasing movements. It's fun to have an online audience but having that warm gaze on him sends a tingle down his spine. "Can I … touch you? Please?"
The pleading tone has Cherry smirking as he unmutes himself again. "I hope you didn't miss us too much, little blossoms." He smiles at the camera and pats the space right next to him. Joe shifts closer second later, mask still on. "Hello there, strong man." One of his legs drapes over Joe's. "Looking good." And Joe actually puts his hands on him, touches the offered leg, and pulls Cherry onto his lap. He gasps, then smirks. "Greedy."
"I'm sorry, I just thought—"
"I like it." Then, their lips are on each other. And oh, Joe wraps strong arms around Cherry, squeezes him, holding him tight around the middle. After only a bit of readjustment, the viewers can see what's going on. Cherry leans forward and whispers into Joe's ear. "Would you like to fuck me, sexy? For all your new friends? They would be pretty grateful, I guess. Normally I do all of this on my own … but it sounds like so much more fun with you."
A shiver, then a gentle whine reaches his ear. Joe squeezes him as if he's lost, as if he doesn't know what to say or do anymore but he nods. Good thing there's the plug in Cherry's ass because otherwise? No possible way this could work. Well. With a fuckton of prep. But … fuck prep.
"Good. Very good." Cherry turns toward the camera and drops against his partner, back to Joe's strong chest. He raises his legs and opens them again, lets the viewers see his plugged entrance. A single finger traces the edge. "Oh, my little blossoms, what a show you'll get today. Joe agreed to let me demonstrate my gratitude and …" he fishes between his own legs, shuffles back, and pulls the heavy, blood-dark cock between his open legs. "Look at him. He's perfect, isn't he? Thick and long and hard. A man made just for me, and I found him all by chance." Cherry twists and surprises them both by giving Joe a few almost tender kisses. "Ready to get your dick milked, sexy?"
Joe grunts, then leans forward and bites Cherry's shoulder. A yelp and he's watched with big eyes and a curious expression.
"Kinky. Good. Very good. Keep going. I like it." Telling him what to do seems to relax Joe more than a warm touch along his shaft. So Cherry continues. "I want you. Okay? Don't worry, I won't break. You can—"
A large finger traces up his hip and Joe squeezes where the garter sits. He nods before his hand wanders downward. It brushes over the tenting lace, then along the fabric that doesn't at all conceal the plug. Cherry twitches when the finger following the material hesitates over it.
Kaoru needs to breathe. Desperately. There's no air in his lungs and the room is a thousand degrees, so hot and so cold and fuck, shivers wreck his body already. He needs this man right now, needs him like oxygen. Another kiss and he pushed away from Joe's chest to reach into a drawer beneath the table.
Lube. Condoms. Usually for toys, but not today. Cherry leans back enough to give the viewers a good show again. He pumps the hot dick a few times, then unpacks the condom, takes it between his lips, and crouches over Joe.
Cherry needs a moment to adjust, then he once again wraps his lips around the burning flesh and lowers himself along the length. He allows himself three seconds to nuzzle his nose into vibrant, green pubes before he comes back up. Grinning. Perfect. The viewer comments are still exploding over the screen, donating enough to buy multiple new sofas. And their excitement only increases when Joe reaches around Cherry and takes hold of the plug's base.
Fuck. This man was made for him. Slowly, the object is teased in and out. But it doesn't take long, the widest part stretching Cherry open for what's about to come. He moans and, almost on instinct, takes the dick in front of him back into his mouth. They stay like this for a moment, Cherry sucking and Joe idly fucking him with the toy, until Cherry decides it's enough.
"I want you. All of you." He's off the sofa, but only long enough to pull his underwear and garter off. Usually, revealing his dick is quite a show, but right now, Cherry can't make himself tease any longer. He's burning up as it is. Joe's cock twitches the second Cherry presents himself, and oh, there's nothing more rewarding right now. "Fuck me, big boy."
When he's finally, finally, guided down the warm length between his legs, it's like the first breath after being underwater for too long. Freeing, overwhelming, life-changing. Cherry's head flies back and he moans open-mouthed, panting almost immediately.
Beneath him, Joe whimpers. "Please … please hold still for a moment, or—"
Oh right. The poor guy has zero experience with cam shows. Maybe with edging in general. Shit, and Cherry tossed him straight into this. "I've got you. I've got you, take as long as you need, okay?" He twists his head for another kiss, then smiles lazily at the camera and begins to stroke himself. "Ah-ah-ah. Be kind. Joe's probably never done anything on cam?" He turns and the gentle giant nods. Cute. "Besides …" Cherry's eyes return to the camera, "don't lie to the chat, guys. You would bust the second I lowered my ass onto your cock." They love when he's vulgar. Money comes in, but apologies do, too. "Good, that's good. That's what I like to see. Say sorry to Joe, he's doing amazing so far."
A large head falls on his shoulder and green hair tickles the side of his head. Very cute. Is he flustered? Maybe. Lips on Cherry's skin, first in a gentle caress, then quickly in a more heated rush. Perhaps telling Joe 'no marks above the collar' would be clever. But he's already moving lower on his own and eventually reaches around to nudge Cherry's fingers away from his own dick.
"Can I?"
So polite. Cherry twists and kisses him. Kaoru? No. Cherry. His own hand falls to the side and Joe's giant one wraps around him. Oh god. Callouses. The change in texture against his silky skin is enough to make Kaoru keen. No. Cherry, not Kaoru, damn it. This is a show. He can't actually get attached. "Can I move?"
But Cherry doesn't get an answer. Instead, one of the ridiculous paws wraps around his middle and lifts him up as if he weighs nothing. And he's not delicate, oh no. He's a fully grown man with a healthy portion of solid muscle mass. But this guy? He lifts Cherry as if he's a feather and fuck, if that isn't hot.
"Okay, okay, wait, I …" It might be egoistic, but Cherry has an idea. A craving. Something he's wanted since forever. And maybe Kojiro—JOE!—maybe Joe can give it to him.
He drops back further and wiggles around enough so Joe understands he's supposed to slide forward. Then once Joe's leaning back, elbows firmly set against the sofa, Cherry spreads and pulls his legs up. And holy shit, the angle is something else. He whines, twitches, almost lowers his legs again, but Joe's arms spring forward. It can't be comfortable with how bent his back is, but the man is pure muscle, so Cherry trusts him to properly assess his strength.
And what he sees on screen in a mirror of his stream … fuck. Their dicks are dead center, Joe buried deep in Cherry's twisted body. If his dick was smaller, it would slide right out, but it isn't, so Cherry is plugged perfectly by this incredible man.
The position is vulnerable. But strangely, he doesn't mind, not when he's held by strong arms, not when he's being taken care of like this. "Can I move?"
"Please."
And then he thrusts. Joe rolls his hips at first, almost gently fucking into Cherry, but soon, soon, the pace is almost punishing. Kaoru watches the video in awe, for a second almost detached enough from the man on screen that he sees what his viewers see. But then Joe changes the angle just a little, and fuck, the world around them turns white.
There's murmuring in his ear and heat between his legs where his companion pistons into Kaoru's body with enough force to make him scream, but even that seems to happen to someone else. He's floating. Watching the scene from above. Looking down as his body gets used in the best way anyone has ever made use of it. Rich white drops off Cherry's tummy and rolls down his sides, enough to be almost embarrassing. He came so fucking hard. How is it even possible to—
Sharp pain in his neck brings Kaoru back, striking him like lightning. He would like to complain about it, but Joe squeezes him so tight in that moment, there's no air left in his lungs for words. A second later, the embrace tightens. The mouth on his shoulder detaches and—oh, it wasn't his neck after all.
Kaoru tries to inhale carefully and Kojiro drops his arms. "Ah." Fuck, he can't even breathe without moaning.
Lips find his neck for kisses that are almost too gentle for this kind of web show, this kind of encounter. But Kaoru moves his head anyway. He captures the heated mouth and indulges.
Almost sappy. Almost romantic. Almost domestic. Except, he just fucked the furniture delivery guy in the middle of his live stream.
"Stay." The word is out before he can stop himself.
But it doesn't matter, Kojiro shakes his head anyway. "I have to … I'm already late …"
Right. The man is working. Fuck. Kaoru bites his lip. They shouldn't do this on camera, not while Kojiro softens between his legs, threatens to slide out for the world to see. Kaoru gives him a quick kiss that is entirely unnecessary and maybe a little too much, then leans forward, obstructing the view of their joined bodies. "Okay, little blossoms. Shorter stream today. I'm sure you can all imagine we have a liiiittle bit of talking to do. I'll see you next—" he pauses when a bunch of comments comes in.
Bring Joe back
Next week again?
Different guest actor?
I really liked the plotline. Convincing
You look so good on his cock
I came hard. Do it again
I want to see him pound you against a wall, bring him back
Acting was okay, plot was fun
In costume next time?
Oh shit. Do his viewers think this was staged? Fuck. "Uuuuhm. I'm glad you liked the plot, but … well, this wasn't prepared? Joe is actually my delivery guy and I don't think next week will be—"
Movement underneath him and Joe curls around his back before resting his head on Cherry's shoulder. One of his arms snake around Cherry's middle. Kaoru's middle? "Do you want me to come back next week?"
Oh, god. Another kiss that isn't strictly needed, then Kaoru nods. "Well, I think you were … mediocre." He grins and raises his eyebrow, an obvious challenge. And Joe raises to the bait, if the twinkling in his eyes can be trusted. "But my viewers seem to like you. And I do wonder if you're strong enough to fuck me standing."
Twitching between his legs. Cherry's eyes grow wide. Fuck. Really? He turns to his screen, one hand already fumbling for a fresh condom. "Uh. Looks … looks like I don't have to end the stream early today, after all."
That day, Kojiro ends up with a warning from his boss and a threat to deduct money from his pay should he return the truck late again. But that's okay, Kaoru would pay it happily. After all, he made more money that day than ever before. And if he got a boyfriend out of the entire experience? His viewers are none the wiser.
They just appreciate the recurring guest star with the lovely green hair.