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“Ugh, I don’t get how someone can be this hot...” Beomgyu groaned. He shoved his phone under his pillow and threw an arm over his eyes. The next moment he retrieved his phone again to like the offending picture, only to groan again and drop his phone onto his chest.
“You’re pathetic,” Yeonjun pointed out nonchalantly from where he was perched on Beomgyu’s desk chair, hunched over his laptop. He didn’t even have to look at Beomgyu to know what he was doing. “If you find Taehyun so hot, why don’t you just ask him out?”
“Are you out of your mind?” Beomgyu shrieked. Yeonjun pursed his lips, but Beomgyu continued, undeterred. “He’s... he’s like a celebrity!”
“He’s our best friend who runs an NSFW twitter account,” Yeonjun deadpanned.
“With close to 3,000 followers! He’s so pretty...” Beomgyu sighed dreamily.
Yeonjun threw him a judgmental glance. “You know, if Taehyun didn’t kinda get off on it, I’d say it’s weird how much you’re thirsting over our friend.”
“Weird,” Beomgyu scoffed. “Like he didn’t share his handle with us and encouraged us to follow him!”
Yeonjun chuckled, of course well aware of Taehyun’s shameless self-plug. Pun not intended. He remembered how their group chat had blown up with praise and positive comments when Taehyun had shared his first tweet with them. He thrived off the attention and his friends were more than happy to shower him in it.
“Well, as it so happens, I’m perfectly able to compose myself around him. In fact, I’ve even offered to take some pictures for him tomorrow,” Yeonjun told him, shaking off his thoughts about Taehyun’s twitter account.
Beomgyu sat up pin straight in his bed. “You what? You traitor, and you didn’t tell me?!”
Yeonjun shrugged nonchalantly and shut his laptop. “It’s just a few pictures.”
“Just a few...” Beomgyu trailed off in disbelief. “Yeonjun. I need you to look at me and tell me honestly that you’re not into him. I’ve seen the way you look at his ass sometimes!”
This had Yeonjun sputtering much to Beomgyu’s obvious satisfaction. “It’s a cute ass! He’s aware of that and he weaponizes it. I’m just a man, after all.”
“Gay.”
“Says the guy who’s got twitter notifications on for @kittyhyun,” Yeonjun retorted. “Anyway, it’s work. I’m a professional. That means I’m capable of taking raunchy pictures of our friend without being affected by it.”
***
Yeonjun had never been more wrong in his life.
Truth be told, everyone in their friend group had a little crush on Taehyun. Or a boner for him. Or both, in Beomgyu’s case. Taehyun was well aware of the effect he had on his friends, and being the whore (affectionately) he was, he tended to use that against them on multiple occasions.
Why Yeonjun had agreed to help him with his pictures, he wasn’t sure. Especially since he hadn’t been able to get the mental image out of his head of Taehyun, on his knees, shooting a look of faux innocence at the camera...
Yeonjun gulped.
Professionalism. It had to be here somewhere.
Taehyun opened the door to his and Kai's shared apartment clad in a pleated white skirt that was a little too short for Yeonjun’s sanity and a baby blue crop top.
“Oh hey, you’re here, come in,” he said casually like he hadn’t just almost caused Yeonjun’s knees to buckle. He turned on his heel and headed to his bedroom. Yeonjun trailed after him, still speechless and eyes involuntarily landing on Taehyun’s ass. He could hear Beomgyu’s smug voice in his head, telling him I told you so.
This was going to be a long afternoon.
***
Taehyun was no stranger to male attention.
He also wasn’t a stranger to attention from his friends.
Still, he couldn’t deny the incredible thrill he felt when he realized that Yeonjun was – once again – staring at his ass. It was a nice ass; Taehyun knew as much. Regardless, Yeonjun was almost as obvious as Beomgyu when it came to showing his attraction.
Taehyun couldn’t say he minded. Not in the slightest.
Fortunately – or unfortunately, Taehyun wasn’t sure – Yeonjun seemed to regain his composure to a certain degree when they entered Taehyun’s bedroom. He immediately got to setting up the camera.
Taehyun was excited, to say the least. He had never had a professional photographer taking pictures for his account before. It was a damn shame he hadn’t thought of involving Yeonjun sooner. Maybe it would have led to something by now, instead of just random flirting and not-so-subtle glances.
“Okay get on the bed,” Yeonjun said, absent-mindedly as he set up.
Taehyun couldn't help the smirk that spread on his lips at Yeonjun’s choice of words. “Buy me dinner first.”
“Pfft. Maybe afterwards if you behave. How lewd do you need these to be?” Yeonjun still wasn't looking at him. Taehyun’s skin tingled with excitement. For both his pictures, and Yeonjun’s attention.
“Very. It's a special set for hitting 3000 followers,” Taehyun said, adjusting his skirt as he got into position sprawled over his sheets. If it intentionally rode up his thighs a little now, it wasn’t anybody’s business but his.
Yeonjun finally looked up, grinning. “Our Taehyun is so popular among the horndogs, isn't he?”
Taehyun returned the grin and leaned onto his elbows, planting one foot onto the mattress and propping up a leg. “How do you want me?”
Yeonjun's eyes darkened a little and Taehyun couldn't help but feel a little satisfied with himself for so obviously steering Yeonjun's mind toward the gutter. His eyes were trailing over the smooth expanse of Taehyun's thighs, maybe even trying to catch a glimpse at what was under the skirt.
Like he wouldn't see soon enough if he wanted to.
Taehyun crossed his legs and leaned onto his palms as he sat back up, if only to be a little shit. He took notice of Yeonjun swallowing heavily.
“Shouldn’t you know which pose is the best?”
Taehyun’s grin widened. “You’re the professional, though, aren’t you?”
“I– yeah, normally. But, um, not really in this area...” Yeonjun stammered, fiddling with his camera.
Taehyun chuckled and repositioned himself, so he was on his knees. “How about this?” Yeonjun gulped again and nodded. Taehyun wouldn’t have thought it to be so easy to make Yeonjun lose his composure, but it was tons of fun to watch.
He snapped a few pictures of Taehyun in this position before ordering him to get into a new one. They proceeded like this. Yeonjun giving Taehyun directions, sounding so professional, yet not looking directly at Taehyun.
“Am I flustering you?”
Against his expectations, Yeonjun lowered the camera and gave him a pointed look. Still, his cheeks were slightly rosy, which was enough of a success for Taehyun.
“You know you are. You get off on riling us up, don’t you?” Yeonjun shot back.
Taehyun couldn’t deny that if he wanted to. There was nothing like getting a string of drooling emojis from Beomgyu beneath one of his posts or via text, nothing like Kai cutely stumbling over his words when Taehyun showed him a new outfit for his pictures, nothing like Soobin shamelessly licking his lips when Taehyun walked around with his legs out on display. And nothing like Yeonjun, flustered, yet staring at him as though he wanted to devour him.
Taehyun raised a challenging brow. “What are you going to do about it?”
Yeonjun set the camera aside and stepped closer to the edge of the bed where Taehyun was still kneeling. “I have a few ideas.”
Taehyun rose to his knees and slung his arms around Yeonjun’s neck, their faces only inches apart. His heartbeat was picking up at their proximity, “I’m all ears...”
Yeonjun bridged the last bit of the gap between them and brought their lips together. Taehyun made a pleased noise in the back of his throat and kissed back with vigor. It turned heated immediately, like a wire that had finally snapped, the two of them were all over each other. Yeonjun licked into Taehyun’s mouth, his hands coming to a rest on his waist as he explored with his tongue.
Taehyun played with the hair at the nape of Yeonjun’s neck, his fingers tangling in the strands and pulling slightly. He swallowed down the gasp Yeonjun let out in retaliation.
“How...” Yeonjun trailed off, pulling back just enough so he could speak, “how about we give your followers a little something? A real special, so to speak...”
Taehyun nodded eagerly. This was so much better than a few lewd pictures.
“Give me a minute then.” Yeonjun pulled back to set his equipment up properly. Taehyun watched him, his bottom lip between his teeth, as arousal sparked in his gut. “No touching.”
Taehyun chuckled, pointedly letting his hand wander down his body, though not touching himself in any particular way that mattered. “Oh, are you trying to give me orders now? That’s cute.”
Yeonjun finished setting up and rejoined Taehyun at the edge of the bed. “I’ll show you cute.”
He pushed Taehyun onto his back and crawled on top of him. Taehyun gave him a teasing smirk as he wrapped his legs around Yeonjun’s slim waist and pulled him down for another kiss.
“Your followers won’t be able to see you like this,” Yeonjun murmured against his lips. Taehyun had half the mind to tell him he didn’t care, but Yeonjun had a point, admittedly. He let him maneuver him, so he was back on his knees, facing the camera. It was a damn shame since this angle prevented Taehyun from being able to kiss him again.
But oh, how he loved having a camera pointed at him. It was the most thrilling feeling in the world for Taehyun.
Usually, he stuck to photos, but the thought of Yeonjun fucking him in front of a rolling camera made him twitch in his panties. Yeonjun’s hands wandered underneath his skirt, and Taehyun heard his breath hitch when his fingertips grazed over the soft lace.
“Show them,” Taehyun instructed.
Yeonjun obeyed, lifting Taehyun’s shirt and exposing the white lace panties underneath.
“You’re so fucking hot, Tyun...” he rasped into his ear.
Taehyun smiled, beyond pleased. People complimented him all the time, faceless strangers who all wanted what they couldn’t have, but Yeonjun was one of the select few (read: four) whose comments mattered to him.
“Touch me,” he commanded.
Yeonjun squeezed his hips, fingertips tracing along the lines of Taehyun’s panties. “That’s no way to ask for what you want.”
“I’m not asking. I’m telling you,” Taehyun retorted. “You’re not in charge, Junie...”
“Oh, am I not?” Yeonjun asked cheekily. He pushed Taehyun forward, so he was on all fours. “From what I’m seeing you need me.”
Taehyun threw him a smirk over his shoulder. “I want you, Junie. I don’t need you. If you can’t follow through, I’ll go find someone else.”
Yeonjun growled and Taehyun knew he had won. His panties came off in one swift motion and Yeonjun produced lube from somewhere, pouring some over his fingers.
“Fuck–” Taehyun gasped when he felt Yeonjun circling his hole teasingly, not bothering to warm up the lube first. It had been a while since he had actually hooked up with anyone, so the touch sent pleasant waves up his spine. “Don’t worry about going to slow. I can take it.”
Despite his recent dry spell, he knew how to keep himself entertained.
“How badly do you want me?” Yeonjun asked.
So badly, Taehyun thought, but he wouldn’t grant Yeonjun the satisfaction of knowing how eager he was. Not just yet. Yeonjun pushed his finger inside and Taehyun bit his lip, stifling a moan.
“Ah, I see...” Yeonjun said smugly. He didn’t hesitate to add another finger. Taehyun choked on a gasp. “Not so tough now, are you?”
“And yet... you’re still doing my bidding,” Taehyun retorted, trying to keep his voice steady as Yeonjun moved his fingers in and out of him. Yeonjun scoffed and curled his fingers, grazing over his prostate. There was no way for Taehyun to stifle his moan this time. He pushed back against Yeonjun’s fingers, his hands fisting into the sheets below.
“You feel so good, fuck,” Yeonjun cursed, slowly losing his composure as well. “Can’t wait to get inside you.”
“Then give me another,” Taehyun demanded breathlessly.
Yeonjun didn’t put up a fight and quickly complied. Taehyun let out a drawn-out moan at the stretch, sending the camera a hooded look. Yeonjun’s fingers felt so much better than his own, but he was getting impatient.
“Enough, I’m ready,” Taehyun said after only a few strokes. Yeonjun pulled his fingers out. Taehyun pushed himself up and turned towards his nightstand where he fished out a condom. “Lie down,” he pushed at Yeonjun’s shoulders until he was sprawled out on the sheets before straddling his thighs.
They were facing the camera sideways now, shielding everything just enough to be teasing. Taehyun didn’t want to give his viewers everything. He pulled his crop top over his head but left the skirt on before he got to work on Yeonjun’s fly.
He didn’t bother pulling his pants down further than he needed to. Yeonjun’s hands settled on his hips again, riding the skirt up a little. Taehyun wasted no time, rolling the condom over his cock before drizzling a fair amount lube over it.
“Ready?” Taehyun asked as he scooted up and took ahold of Yeonjun’s cock to line it up with his hole.
Yeonjun nodded. “Shouldn’t I be asking you– ah!” He cut himself off with a gasp when Taehyun unceremoniously sank down on his cock.
“Fuck,” Taehyun swore at the stretch. Yeonjun wasn’t horrendously thick, but he was long, and Taehyun loved how nicely he filled him. He circled his hips, slowly, as he adjusted to his size and Yeonjun’s mouth fell open in a silent moan.
“Fuck, Tyun...” he breathed, throwing his head back against the sheets. Taehyun let his hands trail under Yeonjun’s shirt, pushing it up. He flicked his nipples experimentally, causing Yeonjun to curse and buck his hips up. Taehyun bit his lip at the sudden stimulation. He used Yeonjun’s chest as leverage to steady himself as he began rolling his hips with more purpose.
Yeonjun’s eyes were squeezed shut, his full lips still parted.
“Look at me,” Taehyun said reaching to grab Yeonjun’s chin. His eyes fluttered open, and Taehyun was pleased to see tears welling up in them. “Still think you’re in charge?”
“Don’t be smug,” Yeonjun huffed. Taehyun laughed and threw his head back when he rocked his hips again.
Yeonjun used his grip on Taehyun’s hips to hold him still and Taehyun let him. He thrust up, almost making Taehyun fall forward. The angle had changed slightly, and the pleasure spiked in his gut as Yeonjun hit the perfect spot inside of him. He let his moans out without shame by now, too immersed in his own pleasure.
“Junie...” Taehyun gasped, his nails digging into Yeonjun’s pecs. “Fuck, right there!”
Yeonjun fucked him like he had something to prove. Taehyun guessed he did, but he would never complain about it. Not when it felt this good, not when Yeonjun hit all the right spots while looking so positively fucked out.
Yeonjun’s thrusts became harder, his cock mercilessly drilling into Taehyun’s prostate, making him positively wail. He nearly forgot about the camera, fully letting himself go as he relished in having Yeonjun’s attention all to himself.
His thighs were shaking with the effort of holding himself up and the coil in his stomach was getting tighter by the second. He wouldn’t last much longer; not with how good Yeonjun felt inside of him.
“Close–” Yeonjun said, sounding pressed, as his thrusts became erratic. Taehyun didn’t answer, too caught up in his own pleasure. Yeonjun gave a few more harsh thrusts before he cried out and stilled his hips, buried to the hilt in Taehyun’s hole as he released into the condom.
Taehyun continued rolling his hips, chasing his own orgasm. Yeonjun’s nimble fingers wrapped around Taehyun’s leaking cock, making him whimper. Yeonjun bit his own lip, hard, as Taehyun continued to use him, tipping into overstimulation. Taehyun clenched around him, eliciting a whine from Yeonjun, whose hand then sped up on Taehyun’s cock, thumb flicking over the head, digging into his slit.
Taehyun came with a shudder, fully sheathed on Yeonjun’s cock. “Junie... oh my god...”
Yeonjun stroked him through his orgasm, whispering praises of “you’re so pretty,” and “you did amazing.” Taehyun leaned down to capture Yeonjun’s pillowy lips again. He had bitten them a great deal, but Taehyun prided himself in the fact that he had managed to make Yeonjun fall apart like this.
They made out for a while as Yeonjun softened inside Taehyun. He brought his cum-stained hand up to Taehyun’s lips and he immediately wrapped his lips around his fingers. Yeonjun watched with rapt attention as he cleaned off the mess he had made.
“You’re really something...” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Taehyun grinned triumphantly as he pulled off Yeonjun’s fingers. “I know. Thanks for your help, Junie.” He pecked Yeonjun’s lips.
“Uh, any time,” Yeonjun responded, a cute blush dusting his cheeks. He bit his lip again to stifle a whine when Taehyun carefully pulled off his cock and went to turn off the camera.
“I’ll edit this, if you don’t mind,” Taehyun said. “Are you okay with me uploading it?”
“Yeah, sure, I offered, didn’t I?” Yeonjun responded, sitting up.
“I can blur your face out if you like,” Taehyun offered.
Yeonjun chuckled. “Yes, I think that would be best. I’ll leave the footage here, then...”
Taehyun grinned and headed to the bathroom to clean up a little. When he came back, Yeonjun was discarding the condom in Taehyun’s trash can. His shirt was ruined, though, as it had caught most of Taehyun’s release.
“I can lend you a shirt, if you like,” Taehyun told him, already heading over to his closet, and rifling through it. He heard the rustle of the shirt being pulled over Yeonjun’s head and pulled out one of his plain black shirts as well as some sweats for himself.
“Thanks,” Yeonjun said as Taehyun handed him the shirt. He almost regretted it instantly, as the sight of a shirtless Yeonjun was quite glorious. If they ever did this again, he might have to fight his own impatience and actually get the man naked.
“This was fun,” Taehyun pointed out.
Yeonjun grinned. “I mean, as far as professionalism goes, I certainly still have a lot to work on. But yeah, it was. Also, Gyu might flip his shit once he sees the footage.”
Taehyun couldn’t hide his laughter. Beomgyu was, in fact, pretty invested in Taehyun’s twitter account, but after all, he lived for the attention. Maybe more than even he cared to admit.
“Are you going to tell him?”
Yeonjun gave him a look. “Do you want me to?”
Taehyun shrugged. Telling Beomgyu might lead to him finally taking some action. Taehyun had been waiting for months. Yeonjun hummed in acknowledgment, not needing a verbal answer. “I see.”
***
As it turned out, Yeonjun didn’t even have to say anything.
His roommate was in the kitchen when he got back, so he went and helped himself to a juice box in the fridge. He was about to ask whether Beomgyu wanted to order takeout tonight when he felt his eyes on him.
He turned around and lo and behold, Beomgyu was looking him up and down.
“You’re full of shit,” he said calmly. For a split second, Yeonjun wondered if Taehyun had already uploaded the video, but there was no way he had edited it this quickly. “You absolutely hooked up with him, didn’t you?”
Yeonjun raised his brows. Beomgyu’s tone and expression were unreadable and for some reason it made Yeonjun a bit defensive. “So what if I did?”
“You’re full of shit,” Beomgyu repeated.
Yeonjun set the juice box down on the counter. “It just happened, Gyu... you aren’t actually mad, though, are you?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Beomgyu exclaimed and his entire face lit up in a split second. “The mere thought is so fucking hot; I want to hear details.”
Yeonjun laughed, relieved. He wasn’t even bothered at Beomgyu’s curiosity. Their friend group was way too open about their sex lives anyway. It only made sense that Beomgyu was even more interested in details if Taehyun was included.
“I can give you a quick rundown, if that’s what you want.”
Beomgyu’s eyes darkened the slightest bit at his words and Yeonjun instantly picked up on the sudden shift in atmosphere. “You can also show me. I’m more of a practical learner.”
“You that horny for your friend that you’d just take anything at this point?” Yeonjun asked, stepping closer, his brow raised. He placed a hand on Beomgyu’s waist, taking note of how his breath hitched.
“Friends, plural. Plus, I’m horny in general, are you surprised?” Beomgyu admitted, still shameless despite the pretty blush on his round cheeks.
“I guess not...” Yeonjun trailed off.
He had never paid that much attention to Beomgyu’s outright beauty, and after Taehyun, he should be exhausted and satisfied. Could he really afford to hook up with two of his best friends in one day?
“Yeonjunnie... can you kiss me?”
That little request all but made the decision for him. Yeonjun surged forward, capturing Beomgyu’s lips in a heated kiss. He hoisted Beomgyu onto the counter, taking note of the fact that his waist was almost as small as Taehyun’s. His dick was quickly coming back to life when Beomgyu let out a strained whimper.
He came to stand between his legs and pulled Beomgyu closer by the hips to grind against him, unsurprised that his roommate was already half hard in his pants. His lips latched onto Beomgyu’s neck, groaning pleasantly at the hand that immediately buried itself in his hair.
“You should have been there...” Yeonjun murmured against the soft skin of Beomgyu’s neck right below his earlobe. “He was wearing a skirt.” Beomgyu moaned, whether it was at the visual of Taehyun in a skirt, or the fact that Yeonjun was still causing friction by grinding their clothed cocks together, remained unknown. “He’s so pretty, Gyu. Looked so pretty taking me.”
“Fuck...”
“We filmed it too...”
“What?” Beomgyu pulled back, looking at him with slightly dazed, but wide eyes. Yeonjun simply had to kiss him again. Beomgyu tasted sweet, like he had eaten some type of candy beforehand. He swallowed down all of his pretty sounds as he sucked on his tongue, his hands roaming up and down his sides.
“Want more...” Beomgyu begged, his hips desperately canting against Yeonjun’s.
“You’re really in for that 3K special, Gyu,” he said lowly, “it’s so much better than just pictures.” He slipped a hand into Beomgyu’s shorts, wrapping his hands around Beomgyu’s hard cock. He was bigger than Yeonjun had expected, causing him to salivate a little at the imagination of what he could do with it.
The slide was the slightest bit too dry, but Beomgyu didn’t seem to mind that much as he clutched onto Yeonjun's shoulders, throwing his head back against the kitchen cabinet.
“Fuck, you wouldn’t believe how tight he is... rode me like his life depended on it,” Yeonjun continued, feeling Beomgyu’s cock twitched in his hold. “And his sounds... he makes the most gorgeous sounds...”
Beomgyu was shaking, panting into Yeonjun’s mouth as Yeonjun worked his hand over his shaft in quick motions, the slide getting easier with how much Beomgyu was leaking. “You’ll see it all when he posts the video...”
It didn’t take much more than that for Beomgyu to cum and Yeonjun found himself with a cum-stained hand for the second time within an hour. Yeonjun kissed him again as Beomgyu went lax in his hold, kissing back lazily. He found it was kind of nice to make out with Beomgyu and a part of him wondered why he hadn’t done it before.
Maybe he should make out with more of his friends, who knew what else he’d discover.
Reluctantly, Yeonjun pulled away, grinning when Beomgyu chased his lips. He trotted over to the sink to wash his hands and handed Beomgyu a few paper towels to clean him up. Beomgyu was still breathing heavily, his face beet red.
“So... that happened,” Yeonjun pointed out. His own dick was straining in his pants a little, but he was fine, if Beomgyu didn’t feel like returning the favor.
In fact, Beomgyu kept his eyes in his lap, fidgeting nervously. “Sorry, was that weird?”
“If it was weird, I wouldn’t have done it. It’s okay, Gyu,” Yeonjun told him, coming back to stand between his legs and looking up at him.
“You sure?” Beomgyu asked cautiously.
“Yes, I’m sure,” Yeonjun assured him, brushing the red bangs off his forehead.
“Good,” Beomgyu said, and it was obvious how relieved he was to get Yeonjun’s reassurance. “I should shower...”
“I’ll make dinner, then,” Yeonjun agreed as he helped Beomgyu off the counter.
***
A few days later, Yeonjun was trying to focus on some pictures he had to edit for a client when he suddenly got a lapful of Beomgyu.
“What the fuck!” Beomgyu exclaimed.
Yeonjun looked up at him. “I... feel like I’m the one who should be saying that.”
“What the fuck,” Beomgyu repeated, staring back at Yeonjun wide-eyed.
“Gyu, I’m gonna need you to be a bit more elaborate,” Yeonjun retorted.
Instead of explaining what had gotten Beomgyu so worked up, he shifted, so he was properly straddling Yeonjun, eliciting a confused noise in response. Although it didn’t stop Yeonjun from placing his hands on that petite waist.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Sure,” Yeonjun agreed easily. Beomgyu wasted no time, slotting their lips together eagerly. Yeonjun’s hands squeezed his waist as he returned the kiss. He didn’t know Beomgyu’s reasoning, but he would be lying if he said he hadn’t been thinking about doing this again, so he couldn’t care less at the moment.
“Taehyun uploaded the video...” Beomgyu finally explained between kisses.
“I see,” Yeonjun responded, a smirk taking over his face.
“I kinda need you to fuck me.”
Yeonjun wasn’t going to say no to that.