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Weird.
That was Seokjin’s first thought as he entered the room, as he took in the surroundings with a slow blink, almost confused, like he was seeing the parallel universe version to something familiar. Namjoon smiled at him, like he knew what was going through Seokjin’s mind, letting out a small chuckle, slipping himself out of his coat.
“You alright?”
“It’s just so weird,” Seokjin murmured, a little nervous, nerves and heat starting to gather in the pit of his stomach just from knowing where he was. “Weird, to see it all in person, instead of on a screen.”
Namjoon hummed at this, still smiling, his pretty dimples hollowing out sun-kissed skin, and Seokjin wondered if Namjoon would allow kissing, if Namjoon would let Seokjin bite and suck on those plush lips, for all of Namjoon’s audience to see.
No one had ever been on Namjoon’s live streams before, no one except Namjoon himself, so Seokjin made a mental note to ask, not wanting to be rejected in front of thousands of eyes behind thousands of computer screens.
He was nervous still though, nervous to be in this room with Namjoon, this room with the lighting set up and the soft bed that Namjoon used in his streams, the bed where Namjoon would lay back, spread his thighs wide, wide, wide, the bed where Namjoon would fist at his pretty cock and fill his ass with cute toys for the viewing pleasure of anyone who could afford it.
Seokjin was fucking nervous, but also hornier than he’d ever been in his life, because this was Namjoon’s room, this was where Namjoon streamed, and Namjoon was right in front of him, eyeing him up and down, pausing at the growing bulge beneath Seokjin’s jeans.
Namjoon was still smiling so sweetly, and it made Seokjin feel a little breathless.
“You look eager,” the younger teased, tilting his head softly, lashes fluttering, wisps of dyed hair falling across his forehead. “Can I call you ‘hyung’?”
Seokjin liked hearing that word fall from Namjoon’s plump lips, so he nodded, his breath hitching as Namjoon moved a little closer, into Seokjin’s personal space now, looking so gorgeous, the scent of soft body spray making Seokjin want to drool.
“Can I call you ‘hyung’ on the stream too? I think that would be fun. I think people will like that.”
“Yes, s-sure, I think that sounds good.”
“Are you nervous, hyung?”
Seokjin was so fucking nervous.
“Yeah.”
Namjoon’s hand was warm on his arm, stroking against his bicep, sympathy in his gentle eyes.
“You can always change your mind, if you get too overwhelmed,” Namjoon’s voice was low and full of understanding, and Seokjin wanted to kiss him so badly. “Being behind the camera is… really tough sometimes, especially without practice. Especially doing… y’know… what I do. It can be really scary.”
There wasn’t even the possibility of Seokjin changing his mind though, of losing this one chance to fuck Namjoon, to be that person, that One Lucky Viewer who got to fuck Namjoon and have some sort of claim with that title. No way would Seokjin pass that up, even if his hands were trembling at his sides.
Not a fucking chance.
That night was still so clear in Seokjin’s mind.
The night where Seokjin first discovered RMonnie, a camboy that defied the norms when it came to this profession, the camboy who captured his adoration and attention immediately. Namjoon was big, Namjoon was soft, and there was something about Namjoon that made Seokjin’s heart feel warm, like Namjoon was a blanket made of Boyfriend Material.
But Namjoon was sexy too, so striking in a way that Seokjin couldn’t even fathom glancing at other streams, couldn’t get hard from normal porn anymore, couldn’t even masturbate without thinking of the camboy. Namjoon had all the things Seokjin lusted over, tanned skin, big tits and big thighs, a pert little ass, a cheeky smile, and finding it all in one package was like Seokjin had ascended and found Heaven.
This combo, of Namjoon being gorgeous, of Namjoon being gentle and sweet and kinda-sorta dorky on his streams had given Seokjin a feeling that wouldn’t call love but… he wouldn’t not call it love either, so tuning in became a priority, something Seokjin looked forward to, twice a week, Thursday and Saturday nights.
And then, the charity stream was announced, and Seokjin had felt hope.
Namjoon posted it on twitter first, and then on his stream forum, about how he wanted to raise money to donate towards a worthy cause, how he wanted to help others in a time of need, how he had a plan that he thought his regular viewers might reaaaally like, and that they should tune in for the next stream to get all the details.
As it turned out, Namjoon had devised a plan, had created virtual tickets, “BangBang Tickets”, which viewers could purchase for $150. Seokjin thought it was cute, all the effort, the adorable name, the sweet way Namjoon presented it all, looking so happy and proud.
But then he’d explained what the tickets were, and Seokjin nearly emptied his savings into buying as many as possible.
The tickets, these BangBang tickets… they went into a draw, where a winner would be pulled randomly – for the chance to fuck Namjoon.
“It would be on stream,” Namjoon had said at the camera, so shy and bashful but smiling so brightly, dressed up in something tiny and slutty, glitter on his eyelids, gloss on his lips. “So, you’d have to be comfortable with that, for safety reasons! I also made an application for it, where the winner will have to send through results from an STD test and a criminal record history, so you gotta be prepared for that too! I wanna be thorough and professional about this, because I don’t wanna be murdered, and I absolutely wanna be stuffed with cum, so, make sure to buy the BangBang tickets if you’re 100% okay with these conditions!”
He wanted to be stuffed with cum.
Fuck.
Seokjin spent a lot.
Luckily Seokjin earned a lot at his job too, and had been saving up just because he didn’t know where else to put his money, so this seemed worth it, BangBang tickets filling up his inbox, the purchases popping up on the stream for everyone to see. It was so cute too, the way Namjoon would thank him with each notification of a sold BangBang ticket, tears in his eyes, thighs spread and shaking violently, a vibrator shoved so deep in his ass that Namjoon was almost rendered speechless.
In the end, Namjoon had raised over $35,000 towards a koala sanctuary he was hoping to help fund in Australia, bowing politely to his audience, his own mess splashed all up his tummy, and Seokjin cooed from his desk chair, endeared by Namjoon’s sweetness, so happy to be able to contribute to this happiness.
And then Namjoon was doing the raffle.
And then Seokjin had won.
Once the shock had passed and Seokjin had calmed himself enough to reply to Namjoon’s message, he was given a list of what to fill in, what Namjoon needed from him, and that whenever Seokjin had completed it all, they could meet up, have coffee, and then Seokjin could use his BangBang tickets to BangBang Namjoon on camera.
It only took two weeks to get everything to Namjoon, no STDs, no criminal record, and when Namjoon gave him a date, time and place to meet, Seokjin made himself ready. Booked the proceeding day off from work, got a haircut, bought a new outfit, and then fought away his nerves to finally meet the camboy of his dreams.
Namjoon lived up to every expectation and more, and Seokjin wasn’t going to let any nerves ruin this once in a fucking lifetime chance.
“I’m okay,” Seokjin finally replied, unsure of where to look, unable to tear his gaze away from Namjoon’s wide eyes. “You just might have to help hyung, because I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Like this?” Namjoon asked innocently, looking down at Seokjin, slightly taller than the older man, something that Seokjin decided he loved. “Like, being filmed? Or sex?”
“Being filmed,” Seokjin could still feel Namjoon’s hand on him, making his skin burn beneath his new sweater. “I’m not new to sex.”
This made Namjoon smirk a little, a twinkle glittering in his gaze, eyes dropping back to Seokjin’s restrained cock.
“That doesn’t surprise me. Such a handsome hyung – people probably claw each other's eyes out for a chance to get on your cock.”
Dirty, the words were so dirty and Namjoon smiled so sweetly as he said them, Seokjin shuddering, his dick twitching, swallowing loudly as Namjoon giggled. Sure, Seokjin knew he was attractive, got approached often enough, by men and women alike. But Seokjin was also picky, and no one ever seemed to meet his needs.
Namjoon though –
“I almost walked past you in the cafe until you said my name,” Namjoon continued, his hand drifting now, leaving Seokjin’s bicep, sliding down the front of his chest now, Seokjin’s breath hitching. “Couldn’t believe my eyes that someone so hot was the winner of my raffle. Not what I expected at all. My audience is gonna think this is a scam.”
“I’m your audience too,” Seokjin joked weakly, Namjoon’s hand sliding down his stomach now, slipping his fingers through the loops in Seokjin’s waistband, dimples appearing as he smiled. “And I promise, I don’t think it’s a scam.”
“You might be biased though.”
“Maybe just a little.”
“Y’know, I think we’re gonna have a lot of fun together,” Namjoon tugged hard on Seokjin’s belt loops, bringing them flush, smashing their hips together with a flutter of his eyelashes. “But you’re still really tense… Wanna mess around a bit, before we gotta start getting ready?”
“M-mess around?”
Seokjin couldn’t hold in the groan when Namjoon wiggled his hips, their cocks rubbing together through far too much clothing, Namjoon hard too, a healthy flush staining his tanned cheeks.
“Yeah,” Namjoon continued, his hands on Seokjin’s waist now, large and warm, holding him close. “Like, make out, get acquainted, etc. I wanna get to know what hyung likes, so you can have a good time too.”
“God,” Seokjin liked that idea a lot, of having Namjoon to himself for just a little while, before he’d be fucking Namjoon open in front of a camera. “Yeah, please.”
It was aggressive, the way Namjoon tugged Seokjin towards the bed by the strained loops in his jeans, aggressive the way Namjoon pushed him down into the mattress and straddled him quickly. The rest was soft though, slow and cautious, like Namjoon was testing Seokjin’s limits, testing what was allowed.
Namjoon’s mouth was hot when they kissed, the slide of their plump lips burning against one another, and Namjoon’s hands on Seokjin’s face almost felt like they belonged there, cupping his jaw, kissing gently, the kiss getting deeper as Namjoon became more and more bold.
“You’re a good kisser,” Namjoon’s breath was ragged, his voice low, and Seokjin groaned from the praise, Namjoon trapping his hips into the mattress, Namjoon rolling himself against Seokjin’s cock like they were already fucking. “I like your mouth.”
“I like your mouth too,” Seokjin felt short of breath, wondered if he was panting, his own hands finding their own courage now, making their way to Namjoon’s thighs, squeezing. “I’ve always liked your mouth.”
“Is that your favourite thing about the streams?” Namjoon sounded like a tease, still rutting into Seokjin, his honeyed skin tainted with pink lust. “Or, something else?”
“I like all of it,” Seokjin didn’t lie, didn’t wanna lie. “I just like you. No one else out there is anything like you.”
The praise made Namjoon hum with happiness, kissing Seokjin again, tongues brushing against one another but slowing in intensity, Seokjin’s fingers sinking deep into the softness of Namjoon’s body.
“We should start getting ready,” Namjoon finally mumbled, pulling away, pupils swollen and dark from all the kissing and rubbing. “Wanna help pick out my outfit?”
Seokjin wanted.
Namjoon had things for Seokjin to wear too, a standard salary man outfit, business slacks and a dress shirt, a black tie to match, and then he presented some options for himself too, making Seokjin pick while grinning like the devil.
It was the hardest decision Seokjin ever had to make, deciding on an outfit for Namjoon, deciding on what he wanted Namjoon to wear when he fucked him in front of that loving audience. There were so many options that Namjoon had never worn before either, and picking between something sweet and something devious felt like the most impossible choice.
In the end, Seokjin couldn’t resist the calling from a blood-red harnessed number, buckles of cold steel to pair with scarlet leather, matched with laced underwear, matched with laced garters. Namjoon approved with a whistle, told Seokjin he had good taste, and then started to get undressed, before Seokjin’s very eyes.
“You too,” Namjoon smiled, pulling away his shirt, starting on his jeans, tugging them down big thighs in haste. “We’ve got about 20 minutes, and then I’ll start the cameras. You okay with showing your face? Or do you want a mask?”
Seokjin wanted everyone to see who it was that was fucking the pretty camboy, so he shook his head, starting to strip down too.
“Good,” Namjoon was sliding his briefs down his hips, Seokjin’s breath hitching at the sight, all that tanned smooth skin, almost drooling over how sweet Namjoon’s big cock looked, all soft between his legs. “It would be a crime to hide your looks.”
Namjoon was adding some colour to his eyelids by the time Seokjin was ready, in his faux business attire, doing up the tie like he was about to head off for a job interview. He’d been facing away from Namjoon to give the camboy privacy while getting prepared, but now that he was turned around and looking, Seokjin thought he might just come in his pants.
The red lace contrasted with sun kissed skin deliciously, and the harness was slightly too tight on Namjoon’s body, digging into the soft flesh of his waist, his tits, his straining arms as he dusted a smoky pink to his eyelids. There was a glimpse of Namjoon’s cute ass too, small but firm, his laced underwear creeping up into his crease, and Seokjin wanted to eat him out, wanted Namjoon to sit on his face and smother him to death with those thighs.
The lighting panels were being switched on, reflecting off the boards, making sure that they’d look perfect for the audience, making sure that every tiny thing they did would be viewed well, no matter the angle.
“You ready?” Namjoon asked, grinning at Seokjin, excited. “Wanna get on the bed and prop yourself into the cushions?”
Namjoon quickly ran over some stream rules, while putting out the notification that he was about to go live.
“So, we’ll go by what people vote on, I’ll give them prompts to choose from. Anything you 100% aren’t comfortable doing?”
“I’m good with w-whatever.”
“And we probably shouldn’t kiss, people might be… uncomfortable with that.”
Shame, but Seokjin understood.
Namjoon was ready.
Seokjin was ready.
The stream started, and Namjoon shot Seokjin a reassuring wink, letting him know that it was all gonna be fine, and that Namjoon would take care of him, that they were gonna have fun.
Seeing it from this side of the camera was weird but cool, seeing Namjoon say hello to all the frequent viewers that he knew by name, thanking everyone for coming to watch, thanking the generous few that were donating already, Namjoon looking so happy and sweet despite his slutty outfit.
“I’m sure you’ve all noticed Jin by now,” Namjoon gestured, using the nickname they’d decided on, Seokjin doing his best to appear calm and stoic, giving a small wave towards the camera. “Jin is the winner from the BangBang event, and we finally got everything in order to stream together. So if you don’t wanna see me getting fucked tonight, you can always tune in for the next stream!”
A few people left, Seokjin watched the numbers fall, some people leaving messages with a “I wish I could fuck you”, “He’s too handsome, I bet this is fake” , but Namjoon didn’t seem phased at all, just smiling at the camera, looking too pretty to be real.
Despite some people leaving though, the stream was starting to pick up in viewers fast, and comments were pouring in, praising Namjoon on his outfit choice for the night, praising Namjoon in filthy ways too, and Seokjin tried not to let it go to his head, when he could see the comments coming through about himself.
Don’t even care if the winner was a fake, this guy is so hot.
I wanna see him fuck RMonnie into a mess.
RMonnie please let him cum on your face.
I bet his dick is huge.
“Wow, you guys really like Jin huh?” Namjoon said it with a small pout, feigning jealousy, tilting his head at the screen. “He’s so handsome right? I was so surprised when we met today, I thought I had been tricked. But Jin hyung donated a lot to the charity event, so let's cheer for him lots tonight!”
The comments went fucking wild.
Oh, hyung? Is Jin your hyung? So cute when you say ‘hyung’ RMonnie.
Are you gonna say hyung when he fucks you? I’ll pay.
Fighting, Jin hyung, please try to last a long time for our precious RMonnie, even though he looks so sexy tonight. Fighting, you can do it!
Seokjin hoped he could last.
Namjoon’s hand was on his thigh.
“Shall we get Jin hyung out of these? Do you guys wanna see his cock?”
YES , the chat was so fast, Seokjin’s eyes could barely keep up, heart pounding along with each demand to see, Namjoon giggling, looking at Seokjin now, eyelids heavy and glittering. YES, we want to see, show us, show us, show us.
Seokjin tried not to look too affected by Namjoon’s warm hands unzipping the borrowed pants, the hands driving the fabric downwards, Seokjin’s cock hard and heavy between his thighs, already getting sticky with precum.
Namjoon gasped.
“Holy shit. You’re hung.”
The chat went wild again, Seokjin feeling pride swell in his chest, feeling his cock jerk in Namjoon’s grip, loving the way Namjoon was staring at it, like he was fucking starved and wanted to be full.
“I wanna ride you,” Namjoon almost moaned, stroking up and back, Seokjin hissing, Namjoon’s other hand coming to cup at his balls. “Can I? Hyung? I thought I wanted to suck you off, but god , I really wanna ride you.”
Namjoon, on top of him, thick thighs spread, tits bouncing in his slutty demon harness.
Fuck.
“It’s up to the chat,” Seokjin found his voice quickly, resisting the urge to buck himself up into Namjoon’s hand. “Whatever they wanna see, right?”
Namjoon giggled.
“Yes, it’s chat’s decision. Guys, what do you think? What do you guys wanna see?”
RIDE HIM , comments were spamming the screen, and Seokjin felt Namjoon squeeze his length, precum dripping down past Namjoon’s pretty fingers. Ride him, wanna see that big cock split you open, ride him, ride him, ride him.
“I’m glad we all want the same thing,” Namjoon was so cute, reaching off the side of the screen for the bottle of lube he’d left there ready, a small array of toys there too, in case the chat had wanted to see something else. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone, it’s gonna feel so nice.”
Aww , the comments were sweet. Poor RMonnie deserves to be fucked whenever he wants, we want him to be happy and full always.
Namjoon handed the lube to Seokjin with a sweet smile.
“Hyung, wanna prep me? For everyone to see?”
It was heavy, with Namjoon splayed out across his lap, sitting at the edge of the mattress so the camera could catch it all, but Seokjin loved the feeling of Namjoon’s hot skin against him, his own cock pressing harsh of the softness of Namjoon’s belly. The younger man let out a small whimper and shuddered when lube was dripped between spread cheeks, and Seokjin watched the screen, flicking his gaze between the comments and Namjoon’s ass, watching the lube glimmer underneath the lights.
It was so hot, so pretty, and he couldn’t help but smack Namjoon’s thigh, Namjoon gasping softly.
“You’re so pretty,” Seokjin murmured, fingers slipping through the lube now, pressing against Namjoon’s hole, his entire body on fire with the knowledge that he was about to enter Namjoon, was about to stretch him open to fuck him on camera. “Chat, I picked this outfit for him today, doesn’t he look so pretty in red?”
SO PRETTY , the chat replied, eager and excited, spamming the screen. You picked so well, he looks so pretty.
“Always thought you’d look good in red,” Seokjin pushed a finger in, deep as he could, down to the knuckle, watching Namjoon’s thighs start to quiver on his lap. “I can’t believe I get to fuck you. I’ve been watching your streams for so long, since the beginning, and always wanted to see you in red.”
“Ah,” Namjoon was a little breathless, just from one finger, and it was so cute that Seokjin smiled, curling it and pressing to where he knew Namjoon wanted the pressure, Namjoon shaking even more. “Hyung, r-really? Since the beginning?”
Another finger, and then another, and Seokjin was scissoring them, the lewd noises no doubt audible for the camera, spreading Namjoon’s hole wider and wider, Namjoon letting out sweet moans and mewls, wiggling his hips, soft flesh jiggling as he tried to fuck himself more onto Seokjin’s hand.
“Yep,” Seokjin decided to add a fourth, just for good measure, and the feeling of Namjoon’s big dick hard against him and leaking was enough to almost make him black out. “You were so shy back then, it was so cute. But now –“
Seokjin slapped Namjoon’s ass with his free hand, and Namjoon let out a breathless groan.
“Now you’re all confident and sexy. Makes me kinda proud actually, RMonnie. Hyung is really proud of you.”
“Hyung.” Namjoon was whiny, clenching around Seokjin’s fingers, rocking himself on them desperately. “Please, I’m ready –“
Seokjin knew he wasn’t going to last long.
Namjoon had come to stand, lube dribbling down his thighs, pushing Seokjin back a little, until the older man was laying back on his elbows, watching with awe and wide eyes as Namjoon spun to face the camera. The view of Namjoon’s perky ass in all that wet lace was going to drive him wild –
And then the lace underwear was being pulled aside by Namjoon’s fingers, Seokjin seeing his puffy hole, ready from the prep.
“Can you guys see?” Namjoon was already panting, his other hand coming to Seokjin’s cock, angling it so that he’d be able to slip down the length easily. “Is the view good?”
Seokjin couldn’t see the comments from here, but he could hear small dings sounding off of them flooding in, not to mention the “cha-ching’s” from donations, Namjoon giggling, arching his spine, ready to make Seokjin’s dreams come true.
Even with the thorough prepping, Namjoon was impossibly tight, and Seokjin wondered if he was going to black out, thighs tensing to keep himself grounded, Namjoon’s hands coming to hold his knees as he sank himself down slowly.
“Hyung,” it sounded so cute, breathless and low, when Namjoon moaned for him. “Ah, fuck, hyung –“
Namjoon’s waist was soft, all the softness of his body that couldn’t be contained in the harness spilling over the edges of red leather, and Seokjin held him firm, trying not to gasp too loudly, trying not to cum. Namjoon’s ass was swallowing him quickly though, and then Seokjin could feel the press of lace and flesh to his pelvis, Namjoon having bottomed out, both of them struggling to breathe.
“God, it’s big,” Namjoon was telling the camera, wriggling his hips lightly, Seokjin hissing from the sensation of Namjoon’s tight walls around him. “Guys, can you see? I think I feel it in my tummy.”
When Namjoon started to move properly, Seokjin let out a whine, Namjoon giggling, breathless, rising up just to slam his ass back down like a punishment.
“Hyung’s feeling good everyone,” Namjoon purred like a kitten, unforgiving in the way he fucked himself onto Seokjin, a real professional, made to ride dick. “Jin, do you feel good?”
“Feels good,” Seokjin had to force the words out, squeezing Namjoon’s waist harder, fingertips sinking into where he was softest. “Fuck, feels so good --”
They stayed like this a while, Namjoon gasping and panting and riding him perfectly, Seokjin doing all he could to make sure he didn’t cum, and then Namjoon was speaking again, stilling himself against Seokjin’s groin with a sigh.
“What’s that?” he was directing it to the camera again, leaning over a little, Seokjin now able to glimpse the way his cock was wet and pressing into Namjoon’s ass, able to glimpse Namjoon’s shoulder and straps, the nape of his sweat-flushed neck. “You wanna see Jin hyung fuck me? Against the desk?”
Dings and cha-ching’s were pouring in once more, Namjoon letting out that cute giggle that he did every time cash came through, and Seokjin decided to give the chat what they wanted. The sweet squeal from Namjoon’s pretty lips as hands pulled into his harness and pressed him to the desk nearly sent Seokjin over the edge, but he held on, for the chat, for himself, wanting to make Namjoon into a mess for them all.
Seokjin fucked him hard.
He fucked into Namjoon as hard and fast as he could, and the noises that spilled from Namjoon’s mouth were sounds that Seokjin had never heard before – none of those practised moans and groans when he was plugged up with giant weird dildos, none of his cute pleas and rehearsed words for the camera, none of his usual teasing.
Namjoon was almost sobbing, mewling, the camera catching the tears and the drool, catching the way Namjoon’s eyes rolled back into his skull, captured the way his body was jostled by every thrust from behind.
Seokjin was too lost in the sounds of Namjoon falling apart to glimpse the chat, not seeing how insane everyone was going, how awed they were by seeing their precious camboy like this, and Namjoon was rendered almost mindless too, hands clenched into fists on his desk, tremors running through every limb.
The sounds of donations coming through was the only thing Seokjin could hear over Namjoon’s panting, and then the pretty boy was arching his spine, legs tensing, ass tensing, reaching back at Seokjin’s hips with a cry.
“I’m gonna cum,” Namjoon had never, EVER sounded like this, had never looked like this, turning his body around to look back at Seokjin, his honeyed skin flushed pink, eyes wet, mouth and chin wet. “ Hyung, I’m gonna--”
Namjoon did, he came hard, and Seokjin pulled him from the desk in time for Namjoon’s hands to catch it, soaking his palm, dripping from his fingers down his shuddering thighs, whining and whining as Seokjin found his own orgasm inside Namjoon. This made Namjoon purr, leaning his head back into the crook of Seokjin’s neck, and they stayed there for a little while, so close and so warm, catching their breath comfortably.
There was no way they could keep going, they both knew it, and judging by the comments, the stream knew it too.
Wow, never seen RMonnie like that before, that was so fucking hot.
Go rest now guys, you did well, RMonnie came untouched! So sexy!
Will Jin hyung come back another time? I need to see that again and again.
Namjoon was laughing breathlessly from it all, Seokjin’s cock slipping out, making his way to the camera and keyboard on shaking legs, Seokjin dropping to the bed behind him.
“Thanks for tuning in everyone, sorry I didn’t last longer for you guys. That was… really something else. I think Jin hyung’s cock is magical, I think I nearly died. I’ll go rest now, I hope everyone had fun!”
But then Namjoon was smirking, was standing full height again, turning to face his used ass to the camera, pulling his cheeks apart so that everyone could see the mess Seokjin had left behind. A few more last donations, Namjoon said his thanks once more, and then the stream was over, leaving them alone in the room for real, both still struggling to catch their breath.
“Jesus Christ,” Namjoon was the first to speak, grabbing at a nearby cloth, wiping down his hands before shoving it between his legs. “Seokjin, that was incredible. Are you okay?”
“Fine,” Seokjin replied, eyes closed, suddenly overcome with exhaustion, the weight of everyone having watched them making him tired. “I’m sorry I didn’t last longer.”
“I came first though. And untouched. That surprised me, I’ve never had that happen before without toys!”
Pride swelled in Seokjin’s chest.
“Really?”
“Mm,” Namjoon was back on the bed now, crawling close, rubbing up and down Seokjin’s arm with reassurance. “Really really. I kinda wanna ask you to stay the night… what would you say to that?”
Seokjin blushed.
“Stay the night?”
“Yes,” Namjoon looked so pretty, still glowing from his orgasm. “So we can do it again. Just us, me and you. We can even kiss this time.”
“I would love that, fuck , all I wanted to do was kiss you.”
Then, it was Namjoon’s turn to get a little shy.
“Hey, Jin hyung… would you ever wanna do this again with me? On camera? Or… even if not on camera, maybe we could meet up and get coffee again? I had a lot of fun today… so...”
Aw.
Seokjin kissed Namjoon softly, and pulled away with a smile and a question.
“Like a date?”
“Yes,” Namjoon’s eyes sparkled, and he smiled, all white teeth and gorgeous dimples, reaching out for more. “Like a date.”
Seokjin stayed the night and they ordered in food.
Seokjin stayed the night and they had sex, two more times, once in the shower, the other in Namjoon’s kitchen as they did the dishes and laughed together.
“I can’t wait for our date,” Namjoon had mumbled against Seokjin’s mouth as they curled up together in Namjoon’s room, which smelled of vanilla and roses. “Hyung, you’re so cool.”
“I can’t wait either,” and Seokjin really couldn’t, inhaling the scent of Namjoon’s clear hair, holding him close, kissing him beneath the sheets. “You’re so cool too.”
They went on their date.
And many more.
And Namjoon always made bank, whenever Jin hyung joined his streams.
Seokjin truly was the luckiest viewer in the world.