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at 11:23 pm, wonwoo neatly clicks through his open tabs, closing the busy ones filled with text, leaving the video ones open, setting aside his notebooks and tucking away any stray pens into his backpack.
out comes the tablet, set to charge for one hour.
he slides open a certain note and scrolls right under the last entry.
from a week ago: 210909. he doesn’t bother to review his scrawled handwriting, bullet points jotted down with an increasing slant before they devolve into unintelligible loops of cursive.
pen poised, he tap-tap-taps out another heading and on the screen, the little red dot beneath the blank video box blinks to life.
11:45 pm, he notes in sharp black letters - parentheses - (much later than the usual five or so minutes).
“hi, hello, good night everyone!”
comes the haphazard greeting as the camboy appears on screen.
“i’m really late tonight, huh, and you all came anyway,” he says, stripping as he goes. nondescript white shirt, it sticks for a moment to the roll of his shoulders as he shucks it aside. off come the shorts as well, straggling for a moment at the knees, adidas white stripes torn with wear along the side of the legs.
wonwoo only manages the same glance of his jaw, the flash of white teeth on a bottom lip, before the camboy swipes on a surgical mask.
mumble, mumble, mumble, “well it’s not like you all came to see anything else,” he crawls onto the low bed, and it’s still so lewd. despite stripping to his bare skin, the long black stretch of his ankle socks, the scratchy blue of the surgical mask, remain as a tease. the image there is akin to those ero-games with risque pictures of girls, anime boobs and pussy which you have to reveal by clicking away random pixels.
the camboy snaps the hem of his grey briefs, arching the curve of his ass to the screen. wonwoo watches the stained curve of his knee, something like a dirt stain hidden in the grainy shadow there.
“i’ll have to be quick tonight, so it’ll be a little boring,”
without further ado, the rest of the briefs go. the way he acts during these sessions, there’s no technique, no tact at all. he doesn’t really tease with purpose to draw out his streaming time, he doesn’t play coy with the audience either. no sweet cloying requests for more donations to do more dirty things. wonwoo always wondered how he managed to get so popular.
it’s how he managed to find him in the first place after all.
he turns around and shows it all off for the screen. socks still on, surgical mask pulled to the chin. cock bobbing up to the tan skin of his stomach. “but i promise, i’ll make it up to you guys next week.”
maybe it’s that plain attitude of his. he naturally endears himself to the audience, talking as if they were all a great group of friends who happen to meet up weekly for their 11:30 pm jerk-off session to his well-built body.
tonight, the camboy props one leg up and arches his wrist around, fucking into himself slowly with a plain, flesh-colored dildo. halfway in, he begins pulling at his cock, and the rhythm is all off, but wonwoo has to plug in some headphones anyway from how loud the guy gets.
wonwoo has lived alone for this semester, and there's certain things he's picked up on. how the camboy twists his wrist, arching with impatience, how he's going to turn his little hitched breaths into long, crying moans when he's undoubtedly left himself unsatisfied. on cue, wonwoo bumps down the volume:
“oh, ah, um-m-m-m—h-hah, ah!”
in the end, he comes with the most innocent stutter. it’s extremely coquettish, how he seems so adorably taken aback by his own climax. his stomach ripples in sections as he twitches all the way from his thighs to his chest. there’s nothing else to even see; he’s clamped himself shut like little mollusk around the slick, shaking evidence of his release.
wonwoo automatically clicks on the donation button as he thinks to himself, this camboy must be the best actor he’s ever seen.
5 coins! thank you for your donation to _185gyugae_!
his notes from tonight don’t contain any new findings:
- sharp teeth
- grass / dirt stains
- late this wednesday - events for this week? check soccer team practice schedules
- said he’d make it up next week
and the rest, scribbles from when his hand wandered as his eyes remained, staring at that stark image, the camboy flashing across his glasses.
“ah,” gyu pants from the bright screen, the come on his stomach lit up in streaks against the shadow, “thank you again ww2642578--” the mask has slipped down so that strong tip of his nose shows through.
wonwoo’s ears bloom pink and he closes the window before he can see anything further.
the sound of the camboy’s voice is still there, light pants, a deep, slightly sticky ‘thank you.’ it’s wednesday night. he needs to stop thinking so hard about this and go to sleep.
after all, tomorrow he has chemistry with mingyu at 9:30.