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It's a hole. A massive asshole.
Jeongguk gawks at the circular entrance in front of him. Its two doors are outlined with a puffy rim made of light coral silk fabric—the fabric's folds only add to the visuals of the relief-like replica of a gigantic asshole with all its crinkles and creases.
"Unbelievable," Jeongguk mumbles to himself as he enters the building through the tight passage. Then, his eyes fall to the ground beneath his booted feet where a red tongue-shaped carpet is penetrating the entrance's doors.
It's a hole. A massive asshole. And a tongue licking into it.
Jeongguk shakes his head in utter disbelief. Granted, it is the entrance to the biggest porn convention in the country, and he's a camboy with a considerable following, but this is a bit too detailed, even for him.
Funnily enough, people around him seem to like it, making a show out of pushing into it, face or crotch first. It's sex—metaphorical sex, mind you, but sex. It's coitus, the convention's motto and the layout. All for the sinful spectacle, even the doors. So, Jeongguk guesses it's valid.
Even if it's a hole. A massive asshole.
Some might argue that the decor is downright brilliant because once you enter the dark, pink lust cavern through that tight passage, the visitors have the time of their lives—the metaphorical sex.
"Amazing," Jeongguk mutters, whistling through his teeth.
The site is almost build like a theme park, like an x-rated Disneyland for adults. If one ignores the different colours, they can see pretty much the same things: lines, food, shops, shows, entertainers, and rides—even if a ride means something entirely different in this context.
Inside the building, which must have been a former aircraft hangar, it's hot and crammed. In between narrow rows of exhibition stands are hyperactive shop assistants praising their glimmering goods with ridiculous names, such as the scented Sir Knot-a-lot, the whooping Wickedy-Slickedy, the tasty Thingeling, the handy Hump-a-Dumpty, or even the captivating Captain Cockbeard.
The eye-catching Sir-Knot-A-Lot with its huge inflatable bulge at the base will surely stay in Jeongguk's mind. He damn near chokes on his spit when he reads the name. It immediately reminds him on his lovely but very horny followers who have a thing for slick and knots. When they first called him 'Alpha' in the comments of his livestreams, he didn't understand what they were talking about, but after typing it into a search engine online, the absolutely mindblowing world of ao3 with its delicious omegaverse fics hit him in the face like a shovel—or a gigantic cock with its knot.
It was a life-changer, which, funnily enough, is also part of the description on Sir-Knot-A-Lot's packaging.
Jeongguk would have lingered longer at the cheeky fantasy toys shop, but he decides to carry on when someone in a wolf costume strides up to the Wickedy-Slickedy, pushes their nose into the crack of the arse replica, and lets out a low growl.
"That's my cue to go," he says to himself and turns on his heels. However, he doesn't escape as quickly as he had hoped because the flow of visitors is as slow as a constipated tortoise. They move along invisible ant trails through the labyrinth of exhibitions.
Everywhere are people standing, looking, touching, and wearing different levels of nothing. While most are just regular folks with curious eyes and rosy cheeks, there are a few cosplaying demons with spiky horns and heeled boots. The fetish department is probably their final destination, but for now, they revel in the attention they get along the way.
Not really noticing the people who are already drooling over him, Jeongguk saunters through the masses, casting glances left and right, searching for the reception desk where he can ask about his bloody fansign stand. It's his first event, and he wants to make an impression. As a rather famous camboy with a solid following of forty-three thousand subscribers, a fansign event is a perfect opportunity to attract new followers. His mother, the perfect business woman she is, always told him that customer acquisition is essential for a steady income. When she said it, she probably didn't talk about Jeongguk's way of earning money, but the quintessential base is still the same: more customers bring more money, and there isn't a better place to attract more followers than at the porn convention Coitus Maximus.
Jeongguk is already buzzing with excitement, his smile radiating like a blinding lighthouse. His ID card, identifying him as an official participant, swings proudly on his chest. The photo on it was from a professional shoot he treated himself to when he hit the glorious milestone of ten thousand subs on his OnlyFantasy account, JuicyJK, a year ago. He quite fancies the photo because he looks fit in it with his stylish undercut, fancy make-up, and dodgy-looking leather outfit.
Self-confident, Jeongguk crosses the lobby until he gets pushed by another person and almost stumbles to the ground. Only at the last moment, a hand catches his wrist and pulls him to his feet again.
"Careful there, mate. Don't want to ruin that pretty face of yours, loverboy." A fading high-pitched giggle follows the velvety voice that spoke to Jeongguk.
"Thanks," Jeongguk begins, wanting to express his gratitude to the person who saved him, but when he turns around, there's no one. Only the lingering scent of a rich flowery perfume, the telltale sign that someone was indeed behind him just seconds ago.
"Weird," Jeongguk mumbles to himself as he scratches his nose. "Guess I owe someone something—in case if I ever meet them." With a slight tilt of his head and a feeble shrug of his shoulders, he continues his quest to find the front desk, momentarily forgetting the faceless stranger and their debt.
Luckily, he doesn't need to search for long as he sees a man in a colourful, skin-tight one-piece suit, holding a clipboard in front of his chest, only a few metres ahead. Considering the man's pink wings with the convention's name written all over the glittering plastic, that guy must be one of the staff members who could help him find his destination.
It's a bit embarassing to ask but it's necessary. Jeongguk is supposed to meet his fans in an hour, and he doesn't know where to go as he forgot to print the site map that was attached to the convention's confirmation mail.
"Hey, do you work here?" Jeongguk calls out to the jittery but cheerful-looking man and bows to him.
The man stares back and points to himself, still uncertain if he was being addressed amidst the sea of people.
"Yes. Hi!" Jeongguk bows a second time and smiles a bit to ease the tension. And it works, because the man inclines his head in return, visibly more comfortable with the situation. "I asked if you work here?"
"It's my first day but yes, I do work here. Look at the wings." He turns around and wiggles his back, shaking his cute wings.
"Yeah, cool. But could you please help me?"
"Sure. What's the matter?"
"I'm JuicyJK. I am a participant, and I have a fansign scheduled at 3pm. Problem is, I have no clue where to go. This place is gigantic." Like the asshole-shaped front door, but Jeongguk only mumbles that part.
The fake-fairy man looks at Jeongguk's ID card that hangs on a pink lanyard around the camboy's neck. Once the man is happy with what he sees, he nods in agreement.
"Oh yeah, the muscle bunny from OnlyFantasy. You were all the buzz backstage, and now I know what they meant by 'hot'. Your fansign is in Section D on the left side." He points his index finger to a corner at the left where a little stage with serpentine-like lines in front of it thrones over the moving masses. "It's pretty close to the main stage in the middle. It's a good spot."
The main stage. A dream for anyone in this business. It's a pink-lit stage that shines through the lewd darkness of the hangar. A simple chair and pole made of stainless steel are on top. That's it because the main stars are the people who perform their live shows on it. More than twenty spotlights are pointing at the almost clinical-looking surface.
Jeongguk knows there will be live sex acts with porn stars enticing the curious audience. From his fansign stage, he'll have a front-row seat to the shows, and perhaps, he can pick up a few tips for his own streams. He shivers a bit because he would never have the guts to perform on stage, and even less in front of real people. Though his camboy persona is a kinky bitch and his exhibitionist tendencies are no joke, it's different streaming from the comfort of your own room and performing on stage. Here, he'd be able to see their eyes. He could never do that. That's the reason he admires the people who can rock the crowd even though they are so close that they can drool on your lap.
"Hey, you still there?"
Jeongguk spins his head around when the staff member pokes his shoulder. He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't notice that the other man was still talking to him.
"Oh, sorry," Jeongguk apologises.
"No problem. First time being here as well, isn't it?"
Jeongguk nods his head, and the man's smile brightens even more. Heart-shaped lips stretch over pearl-white teeth, encouraging Jeongguk to trust the stranger.
"I totally get it. Gotta admit, it's a bit overwhelming at first." The man chuckles and pats Jeongguk's shoulder. "Just give us a shout if it gets too much. Here's my number." He hands Jeongguk his card and leads him to his desired destination. "But first, let me show you the way."
"That's very nice of you. Thank you." Jeongguk takes the card with both hands and bows again.
"You're welcome. Oh, by the way, I'm Jung Hoseok."
"JuicyJK."
Hoseok lifts his eyebrow, and Jeongguk gets that the other expected his real name in return. So, he quickly adds, "But my real name is Jeon Jeongguk."
Hoseok smiles, his teeth gleaming like a set of polished pearls. "Okay, Jeonggukssi. Let's get you ready for the thirsty crowd. The longer they wait, the more they drool on the poor carpet."
—xxx—
"Whoa, you're so hot, even in real life!" a tall woman in front of Jeongguk's table screeches at her favourite camboy. She bounces on her toes, causing the stage to quiver. Jeongguk isn't sure what to make of her. She seems friendly, but maybe a tad too enthusiastic.
"Thank you very much. I appreciate the kind words. Glad you enjoy my streams," Jeongguk replies with a polite smile, reaching for the fifth notebook she presents for his autograph.
"I do!" The woman squawks like a seagull, loud and unapologetic. "Believe me. I never get as wet as I get when I watch your lives! The moment I see you on screen, I start to cream in my knickers!"
"Oh…well. That's a…a nice compliment...I guess." Jeongguk wrinkles his nose and chuckles awkwardly.
The woman nods fervently. She's about to continue her exuberant praise when she's abruptly shoved aside.
"Your time's up, Miss Creamdream." A handsome man with midnight-black hair, bright eyes and full lips shoos her away. He waves her away with a flick of his hand. "Let others have a taste of this fine young lad too."
"It's still my turn," the woman protests at the newcomer, who hastily brushes off his pink suit, likely to remove a speck of her saliva from the expensive fabric.
"Oh, shut up, girl! The poor boy has heard enough from you. Even my ears are already bleeding from your confession, and I've worked in this industry for over fifteen years. Thought I'd heard and seen it all, but then you came along, beating everyone. So, go and bore someone else with your lewd bedroom legends before we all go deaf."
Before the glaring woman can retort anything, a security guard is summoned by the handsome man during their heated exchange. Despite her resistance, she's swiftly pulled away, her hair tangled with the staff's pink wings, her hands clawing in protest.
"What a lovely young lady," the handsome suit dude says, dripping with sarcasm.
Slowly, the woman's screams die out and only the man in his expensive suit is left in front of Jeongguk's table. He looks like some kind of royal with his perfectly styled hair and the golden rings on his fingers. Matching his presence, he gives Jeongguk an extravagant bow before turning to the two men waiting in line behind him. "Have a problem with me cutting in, guys? Or shall I have you escorted to the exit as well?"
The two young men next in line look confused but quickly shake their heads when they notice that the handsome man already points at the waiting security guard beside them. Jeongguk can only stare at the scene unfolding in front of his table. He flinches when the man quickly turns around and fixes him with his gaze.
"Hi! I'm a huge fan of you…" The man pauses to take a look at the name tag on Jeongguk's chest before he continues, "JuicyJK. I admire you. I've watched all of your videos. You're my favourite porn star!"
"Camboy," one of the waiting guys whispers behind the man's back.
"Camboy. Of course. I was just making fun. I know that you're a camboy because I'm your greatest fan and I watched your videos–"
"Streams."
"Yes, streams. I also heard that you are very generous with fulfilling wishes and requests." The man looks as if he's waiting for an answer.
Once Jeongguk regains the ability to speak, he stutters, "Ehm…yeah. I-I do. Do you…do you want to take a photo, or do you want me to sign anything for you?" He points at a stack of glossy posters beside him that show a full shot of him in his glorious nudity.
"Glad that you asked." The man smiles grins even more than before. There's something devilish in it. "I want you to sign something for me and my family. I even brought my own…paper." As he speaks, he gets closer and closer into Jeongguk's face until they can feel each other's breath on their skin.
It only takes a few seconds until Jeongguk is pretty much hypnotised by the swirling colours in the man's irises. So, he doesn't notice that there's a hidden agenda which is now entering its crucial moment. Because, there is a text on the three pieces of paper. It's a contract. And there are three copies of it. However, the man simply doesn't give Jeongguk enough space to look at them properly.
Without breaking eye contact, he guides Jeongguk's hand where he wants it to be. "I need your signature here…here…and here."
Still perplexed, Jeongguk signs the documents one by one. He can just stare at the grinning man in front of him and scrape the pen over the pages. Once he's done, the pen slips out of his fingers and lands on the floor with a clattering sound.
Suddenly, the man jumps back. "Splendid," he chirps and claps his hands together, looking like a spoiled child that just got his favourite present on Christmas. After a little happy dance, his expression turns professional again and bows. "Kim Seokjin at your service. Nice to meet you. Now, follow me. We have so much stuff to do before th show." He takes Jeongguk's arm.
"W-what? Show?" Jeongguk looks like he's seen a ghost.
But the dashing man pays no mind to the question. With a firm tug, he practically lifts Jeongguk out of his chair. There's no resistance from Jeongguk's side as he lets himself get dragged backstage. Only when his feet touch the shaggy carpet, he dares to ask, "What do you want from me?"
Seokjin comes to a halt and gazes at him intently, pressing his lips together before responding with a counter question, "Do you know PearlJim?"
—xxx—
"Jimin-ah!" Seokjin calls once he's arrived at a black door with a star above its frame.
"I'm here, getting my make-up done, hyung!" A smooth voice comes from inside the room.
Seokjin enters the backstage area with Jeongguk in tow. "Here's the porn guy you asked for."
"Camboy," Jeongguk interjects, correcting Seokjin's constant mislabeling.
Seokjin makes a face and glares at Jeongguk. "As if there's a difference."
Leaving Jeongguk at the door, who still has a hard time wrapping his head around what happens to him, Seokjin goes to the man sitting in front of the mirror, waiting for the make-up artist to finalise the blush on the other's squishy cheeks.
"You look good," Seokjin admits. He raises his thumb in an approving gesture.
"Hear, hear. What a day, hearing such a compliment from you, Jin hyung, world wide handsome himself." The man spins around with his chair and looks at Jeongguk, his chin resting on the top rail, a specific glint in his eyes. "Ooooh, I see you brought me a present."
Jeongguk gasps when he recognises the man at the dressing table. It's Park Jimin, also known as PearlJim, the famous porn actor. Now, he knows the reason Kim Seokjin asked him if he heard about the star.
The question was absurd. Of course Jeongguk knows PearlJim. Everybody knows the pretty man that currently grins back at him. Jeongguk had watched his numerous solo works more than a hundred times as a source of inspiration when he started streaming.
"Yes, I got your little porn boy. Will you perform now?" Seokjin places his hands on his hips and makes an annoyed face.
"Camboy," Jeongguk growls once again, frustrated that Seokjin can't seem to grasp the distinction.
Seokjin turns around and points a warning finger at Jeongguk."I'm not in the mood to argue with you, especially since my dear sunshine Jiminie here..." He wildly gestures to a deadpanning Jimin, who looks rather unphased by the other's nervousness, before he adds, "...refuses to perform because his stupid assistant choked on a sausage. A bloody sausage!"
After a brief pause, Seokjin snorts and shakes his head in disbelief. Man works in the sex industry, used to be a pornstar, and out of all the things he's had in his mouth, he chokes on a sausage. The sheer irony… And now, we've got an even bigger problem than the choking chap's deathly sausage because, due to that unfortunate incident, my little treasure Jiminie wants to ruin my career by refusing to perform! Which is a rather big problem because at least half of the people visiting this convention came to see him. Him!"
"Hyung, I've told you I can't do it. I'm not good at talking to an audience. Usually when we are filming, I have to pretend that I'm alone and somewhere private where no one sees me. I never have to interact with an actual audience that watches me live. For me, it feels awkward to talk to them or present the sponsored sex toys, and that's where my assistant joins the game. I need someone to host, someone who functions as a bridge between me and them" Jimin explains.
"Darling, your attitude tells me that what you really need is someone to please your stubborn ass. Preferably with his dick!" Seokjin bites back.
Both glare at each other when a thin voice interrupts their silent fight, "Excuse me?"
"What??" They both turn around and yell at the flinching camboy who is tired of their fight and tries to get answers.
"Sorry to interrupt whatever moment you have, but why am I here?"
Jimin turns back at Seokjin, confused at Jeongguk's question. "What does he mean?"
Seokjin shrugs his shoulders.
"Please, tell me you explained it to him, hyung."
"No."
"Yes."
Seokjin and Jeongguk answer at the same time and Jimin doesn't know what is the truth.
"I showed him the contract!" Seokjin defends himself, his back straight, hands in front and palms up.
"Which contract?" Jeongguk asks desperately, waiting for some much-needed explanation.
"That contract!" Seokjin points at the three pages Jeongguk signed only minutes before. "The contract you signed on stage. See, here's your signature confirming that you agree to assist Jimin before, during, and after his show today. And there are three copies, one for you, one for Jimin, and one for me."
"This..." Jeongguk gets desperate when he looks at his own signature. He would recognise his signature sweep of the letter 'J' from any distance. However, what worries him are the words above it. Written at the very top of the sheet, in capital letters and underlined, is 'Agreement'. "This is a nightmare." He shakes his head furiously. "No, no, no, no, no! I've never seen such a thing!"
"You did!"
"Did not!"
"YOU DID!"
"DID NOT!"
"But it's true. It's signed correctly," Jimin interrupts the both of them after checking the contract that Seokjin threw aside during his quarrel with Jeongguk.
"No! Well, yes, but only because he distracted me!" Jeongguk yells. "I thought he wanted my signature because he's a fan. For fuck's sake, it was a fansign not a business meeting."
The moment Seokjin wants to counter, Jimin gets up to place himself in between the both of them. He presses his hands against their chests. "Wait, wait, wait." He looks at Jeongguk. "So, you signed a contract without knowing that you signed a contract?"
"Yes!" Jeongguk nods eagerly.
Then, Jimin turns his head around to look at Seokjin, squeezing his eyes. "And you, hyung, gave him the contract without telling him it's a contract?!"
Seokjin just smiles back at him, a very bright and very fake smile.
Jimin groans and throws his hands on his head. "Oh, please, let this be a joke. We don't have the time for such shit right now. The people are already gathering in front of the main stage even if there's still one hour left."
"I am definitely not joking. I understand your predicament, and I'm sorry for you, but this man set me up." He points at Seokjin, who slaps his finger away.
Jimin turns back to Jeongguk, who rubs his aching finger. "Can we please forget all that stuff and start all over again?! It's urgent. That's why I sent Seokjin hyung to get you because I thought you could help me with my problem. I am honest. I really need your help or hyung will never invite me to any event again."
"Okay, but why me?"
"Oh, this is easy. Let me explain." Jimin jumps in excitement. "The reason why I came up with you is that I saw you earlier and I know that you are well-known and experienced in this field. And I thought we could do this together."
"Doing what together?"
"A live show."
"A live show..."
"Yes, it's not as scary as it sounds. You don't see anyone when you are on stage."
Jeongguk hesitates before he answers, "I don't know. I have a fansign going on right now, and many of those people have probably already unsubscribed from my account. I can't afford to lose any more by offending them."
Jimin rubs his nose while thinking about it. "This could be a problem, BUT I don't think that they will be upset when they get to know that you skipped the fansign for a live show. If you wish I can send someone who tells them you prepared a surprise for them because they were waiting for so long. Then, we could invite them to the main stage and promise photos with both of us. That would probably appease them."
"Probably." Jeongguk has to admit that it could work.
"Definitely. And by the way, no one could ever be mad at you, loverboy. You are too cute for your own good," Jimin adds with a wink.
Loverboy. The word sets the gears in Jeongguk's brain in motion. Combined with the flowery scent that emanates from Jimin, it pushes a memory to the front of his mind: the faceless person that saved him from falling.
"Wait. That was you back there! You grabbed my wrist when someone shoved me two hours ago."
"Yep, that was me!" Jimin spins around in a pirouette and giggles cutely. "Wait. That is perfect. Actually, you owe me. Hah! See! You can't refuse."
"But—"
Jimin covers Jeongguk's lips with his palm, successfully stopping him from speaking. "Shush. Don't say anything, just think about it. You and me on stage. Doing…things, or I'm doing things and you do other things. It will benefit both of us. I need a handsome man that assists me during the show, and you get even more subscribers than ever before."
Only after some moments with intense eye contact, he withdraws his hand to make finger pistols while clicking his tongue. Jeongguk doesn't miss the blush on Jimin's cheeks, a blush that has nothing to do with the make-up he wears.
This could be interesting. Slowly, he's getting comfortable with the idea. "And what exactly am I supposed to do on stage?"
"To assist him before, during, and after the show. I already told you that," Seokjin interjects suddenly after being quiet for a while.
Jimin grabs Jeongguk's face and turns it around until he is the focus of attention again. With his thumb, he smoothes the deep crease between the other's prominent eyebrows. "Don't worry. I perform, and your job is to choose the stuff I have to use based on what the crowd wants. You are a camboy, which means you know the quirks of a horny audience, and you also know how to handle them. So, you would be a mix between a host and an assistant."
Jeongguk thinks about it. It sounds interesting because Jimin was right, he basically knows how to deal with such stuff. During his streams, he also uses toys or clothes according to the audience's wishes, and it would be an honour to help someone as famous as PearlJim. Besides, it's good for his profile. JuicyJk's subscriptions will probably skyrocket after he's seen with PearlJim on stage. On top of that, he doesn't need to perform himself. He is good at stirring up the audience with words. The rest will be Jimin's job.
"Sounds good. But there is still one thing left. What about the money? Will I get paid?" Jeongguk asks.
"Of course, n–" Seokjin starts but gets shoved aside by a pleased-looking Jimin.
The pretty man with his pink hair licks his plump lips in amusement. The smirk on his face grows with every passing second. "Of course you are!" He steps closer until their noses touch. "So, are you considering it? Are you interested? It would make me so happy."
"Oh, sure it would because it's not yours but my money you're talking about!" Seokjin grumbles but gets ignored.
"I would like to have that written down somewhere," Jeongguk says.
"No problem! My dear Jin hyung here, our convention's uncrowned sovereign, will immediately add that to your contract." Jimin turns around and glares at Seokjin threateningly.
"Will I?" Seokjin counters.
"Yes, you will, hyung, because my assistant choked on your sausage! So, it was your fault and your duty to handle that shit! Or else I will cut your personal sausage."
Seokjin mutters to himself while leaving the room to include the financial aspect in the contract, "Be glad that we're friends and my mother loves you, otherwise, I would rip your head off."
It's silent after Seokjin leaves the room while mumbling, "It wasn't exactly my sausage…"
Jeongguk looks at the closed door. That is definitely not what he expected when he entered the building. But he doesn't have time to dwelll on it because suddenly, there's a presence close behind him, another body. His heart beats faster when the presence comes closer. Jeongguk feels a moist breath on his neck before a whisper tickles his earlobe.
"Oh, loverboy. We will have so much fun."
—xxx—
Jimin lied.
"Are you joking???" Jeongguk shrieks like a banshee when he realises what Jimin wants from him. His booming voice bursts through the restroom in which they are currently arguing.
Jeongguk's confused and irritated because the pink-headed porn prince lied: this is not what he interprets as fun.
"No! Come on! It's just shaving! I'm sure you do it all the time!" Jimin whines and tries to shove the razor and the shaving cream into Jeongguk's hands for a second time.
"I do! But not other people!"
"Please, baby. Don't be ridiculous. It's an easy task." Jimin goes to one of the sinks and opens his belt with one hand while he waves the razor underneath Jeongguk's nose with the other. "You need to do that before the show! People don't want to see my hairy ass!"
"Can't you just wax?" Jeongguk asks and takes a step backwards.
Jimin groans and rolls his eyes. "I did, but the woman at the studio was a newbie. She missed some hairs, and I cannot see them from my perspective, I can only feel them. You have to help me remove them!" He waves his hands, miming his inner turmoil and trying to make a point. Then, he turns around, opens the zipper, and rolls his trousers over his perky ass. It jiggles when it's freed from its restrictions.
"The fuck…" Jeongguk almost chokes on his spit. Sweat rolls down his neck while he gazes at Jimin's backside. He can feel the heat rising in his crotch and has to take a deep breath before he gets a problem in his own pants.
"Come on, baby! Shave me, please," Jimin begs cutely.
Jeongguk groans when he also wiggles his ass provocatively to get the camboy's attention.
"Honey, we don't have much time. Get going," Jimin nudges Jeongguk with his ass.
"Fuck me…" Jeongguk wheezes.
"Naah, I prefer to bottom." Jimin gives him a flying kiss over his shoulder.
That's it.
The mental image of Jimin squirming and twisting underneath him render him speechless. He has never met such a hot and shameless man. Jimin is really one of a kind. No wonder that he sticks out wherever he goes.
The last fifteen minutes with the pretty pink-haired pornstar were crazy. First, Jeongguk was asked if he would be comfortable with Jimin touching his body during the show, because sometimes the audience wants to see some interaction between the performing stars. Jimin assured that it wouldn't necessarily include explicit stuff, but while he was adding that it could turn into whatever Jeongguk feels comfortable with, the camboy interrupted him by screaming yes. The word shot out of him like a bullet. He didn't even let Jimin finish speak. It surprised both of them, and Jeongguk would have been embarrassed if Jimin hadn't smiled so sweetly in response. It was the sweetest smile Jeongguk's ever seen, letting him immediately forget his distress.
Afterwards, Jimin showed him his equipment, meaning all the sponsored sex toys he has to present during the show as it is stated in his contract. For Jeongguk, it was rather difficult to not laugh at those ridiculous names, and soon, both couldn't help but burst out in such boisterous laughter causing Seokjin to return to the dressing room, asking them to quiet down or else he would personally shove those toys down their throats. Of course, Jimin challenged his friend to do it. He even opened his mouth and rolled his tongue out, but luckily for Jeongguk's horny mind, Seokjin refused. Instead, he gave them the stink eye before telling them to be quieter than the people on the main stage. Under Jimin's mocking laughter, he left the room with a raised middle finger. When Jeongguk and he calmed down enough, Jimin took a tiny bag under his arms and grabbed Jeongguk's sleeve with the other, dragging the camboy to the restroom—only to present his pink shaving set.
And now they are here. In the restroom. Alone. Staring each other down. In front of the sink.
It's a dilemma. Jimin wants to get shaved, whereas Jeongguk wants to keep his dignity, or what's left of it, and both are waiting for the other to break.
If someone other than Park Jimin were standing in front of Jeongguk, he wouldn't have given in, but he never had a chance to begin with. It's Jimin, the Park Jimin, after all. So, he gives up, ready to shave Jimin's asshole.
A long-drawn whine symbolizes his defeat. Jimin cheers and hops on his spot, happy that the other yielded.
"Turn around," Jeongguk says while pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Thank you!" Jimin thanks Jeongguk honestly and pecks his cheek.
"I've never done that on another person. So, please don't move," Jeongguk pleads as he crouches down behind Jimin, praying to every deity, supernatural being or spirit that he won't mess this up. He speaks to himself, "Okay, calm down, Jeongguk. You can do it."
After the little pep talk, Jeongguk takes the razor in his hands and reaches for the shaving cream. The moment he takes off the lid, Jimin spreads his cheeks, and Jeongguk almost faints at the sight. It reminds him of the asshole-shaped front doors, and he loses it. "Nooo! Don't do that to me!"
But Jimin is way too excited having the handsome camboy exactly where he wants him to be. On his knees. On eye-level with his ass. "Shall I bend over the sink? Maybe, then, it would be a bit easier?"
Truth be told, Jimin was already leaning forward before, but now, his chest is touching the edge of the sink.
With shaking hands, Jeongguk generously spreads the shaving cream on Jimin's skin and starts to remove the few hairs that survived the waxing session.
"Hop, hop. We don't have time, loverboy! Get that ass nice and shiny!" Jimin chirps. "Because the next thing on our list is to prep me for the show."
"Sunbaenim!!"
This is going to be much harder than Jeongguk imagined—in every way.
—xxx—
The music changes, announcing that something spectacular is about to happen. A sensual tune booms from the speakers, and the bright spotlights at the ceiling illuminate the space alternately in pink and red. Everyone holds their breaths, anticipating the upcoming show. The room goes silent.
But it doesn't last long.
As soon as they notice a pink head next to the big stage, the crowd goes mental. They are almost climbing over the barricades when Jimin appears at the stairs leading to the stage, dressed in a black see-through lace bathrobe with nothing underneath.
Jeongguk follows in his wake, overwhelmed by the screaming crowd. Jimin looks worried when he takes a final glance at his new assistant, but Jeongguk assures him with a nod that he's okay.
And he is. The dicomfort vanishes the moment he sees Jimin making a funny face to cheer him up.
Jeongguk calms down and goes a bit straighter, confidence radiating from his strutting steps. It's like a one-eighty from seconds before. "Let the show begin," he whispers.
Once they are in the middle of the stage, Jimin spins around in a little pirouette which is the sign for Jeongguk to take the microphone. The camboy clears his throat and says, "Welcome, everyone."
He greets the visitors with a deep bow. The flashing lights are almost blinding him when he tries to look at the people in front of the stage, but he continues nevertheless. "Thanks for coming to the annual porn convention Coitus Maximus. I'm JuicyJK and behind me is the person you're waiting for: the star of this day, a precious pearl coming from the vast ocean of premium porn. It's our dearest PearlJim with his glittering skin, juicy lips and thick thighs."
The crowd cheers enthusiastically. Some fans are chanting PearlJim, PearlJim. One or two even brought banners with Jimin's name or face on it. Jeongguk reads a couple of them while he walks around the stage to include every single person that gathers at the main stage. He is a professional and knows how people like to be addressed in order to feel included. It's about maintaining the visitors' fantasy that they are a part of the show.
"Let me tell you a secret for those of you who don't know him already–" Jeongguk leans forward and cups his mouth, pretending to actually tell them a secret. The room becomes so quiet you could hear a pin drop. They are waiting for the answer.
"His thighs are not the only thick body part, if you know what I mean," Jeongguk whispers into the microphone and winks playfully at the crowd. "Though I guess, all of you have also seen what I mean."
The people around the stage scream unabashedly, totally agreeing with Jeongguk. Only two young men in the front row hide their mouths behind their hands and giggle shyly. Jeongguk points at them, "Same boys, same. He's making me flustered as well."
The boys giggle even louder, and they blush from ear to ear, excited to be addressed directly by JuicyJK but equally intimidated by the fact that all eyes are fixed on them now after one of the main stars noticed their reaction.
"We are happy to see so many pretty faces in this place. Some of you even crossed the whole country just to see us—or him." Jeongguk gestures back to Jimin, who took a seat on the chair while listening to Jeongguk's introduction.
However, he shouldn't have looked back to the pornstar.
"Oh, my…" Jeongguk breathes into the microphone. There is Jimin, sitting prettily on a chair in the middle of the stage as discussed before, but it's not simply a sitting Jimin anymore. It's Jimin sitting prettily on a chair and flashing a nipple. A dark nipple he lazily rubs with his fingers, driving Jeongguk crazy.
Jeongguk thinks that it's ridiculous that such a little thing has so much impact, but his dick certainly has an entirely different opinion. He woke up the moment Jimin squeezed his chest, raising his head and saying 'Hi' to Jimin and his sexy nipple.
When Jeongguk's honest, he's equally impressed as his cock. His mouth waters at the sight of Jimin's half-naked body. The pornstar certainly knows how to present his body in a way that looks delicious from every angle even when he only sits on a chair with his legs crossed, showing off his pink, knee-high leather boots. The flowing fabric of his equally pink coat slips off his shoulder, revealing more than just his collarbones.
Judging by the crowd's faces, they are already gone, slipped into their headspaces.
Jimin winks at Jeongguk when he notices where the camboy is staring at. Jeongguk, though, is not ashamed of being caught. With a smile on his lips, he turns back to the audience, leaving Jimin and his nipple alone—for now.
"Damn. He's so sinfully hot, isn't he?"
The people answer yes in every pitch and volume. Some are grunting, others moaning, but everyone makes a noise. No one is left unbothered.
"Baby, do you think our audience should get a treat for this compliment?" Jeongguk asks and Jimin answers, not with words but with actions, meaning he spreads his long legs, offering a sneak peek at his naked crotch underneath the flimsy robe, traces his hands across his body, and starts to pump his dick in long and lazy strokes once he reaches it.
Hundreds of eyes are watching the movement. They get even wider the moment they notice that Jimin brought a treat with him, hidden in the back. The little surprise isn't really recognisable, only flickering when Jimin rubs the tip of his cock. They see it even before Jeongguk, who only notices the little swirl of colour when Jimin moves a bit backwards.
Unlike the audience, Jeongguk already knows what it is because he saw it in Jimin's toy colllection. What he doesn't know, however, is the answer for when Jimin inserted it. The pornstar must have pushed it in when Jeongguk was distracted by the amount of people who were already waiting for them to start.
Jeongguk shakes his head in amusement. Jimin is really something else, and in such little moments, it gets clear why he is as famous as he is. That cheeky pink-head shoved a toy up his ass before they entered the stage.
The item gets entirely revealed when Jimin passes his hands from his cock to his hole. Once he reaches the edge of the rim, he hooks his index finger around some kind of a heart-shaped loop and tucks on it. A collective gasp runs through the crowd when Jimin removes sparkling, rainbow-coloured anal beads.
"You cheeky bastard," Jeongguk mumbles, his eyes eating up the sight when Jimin swings the anal beads around his fingers twice, only to quickly push them inside again with a loud and breathy moan. One by one. Slowly, oh so slowly.
Another simple and mindless damn slips from Jeongguk's lips. Even if he asked for a treat, he hadn't expected that, and judging by the audience's silence, neither did they.
Quickly, he looks at the faces in the front in order to concentrate on his job before he gets lost in Jimin's show.
Jimin himself seems to be very pleased with their reaction. Everyone is staring at him. Their thoughts are lost somewhere between his cock and his ass, revolving around handjobs and anal beads. Yet after a short pause, when they have successfully processed what Jimin is showing them on stage, they turn berserk, jumping, screaming, clenching their fists, teeth, and butt cheeks, enjoying every moment Jimin offers them.
One of those horny visitors sticks out: a young man, probably in his twenties, gaping at Jimin. His jaw is dropping to the floor, looking like he's ready to swallow everything Jimin would give him.
Jeongguk has seen the man as well. It's the perfect opportunity for a bit of crowd work. So, he makes his way in the man's direction and crouches down in front of the other. Teasingly, Jeongguk brushes his fingers along the man's chin, slightly touching his dripping lips.
"Considering the amount of drool running down your chin, I should probably stop talking and let the enchanting PearlJim do the magic, huh?"
The man doesn't answer but nods, too enraptured by the show, too deep into his fantasy.
Jeongguk stands up and walks to the middle of the stage, leaving the poor man revel in his daydream. "I'm very excited to see what he prepared for us because that naughty boy refused to tell me. Said it's a surprise."
He stops right in front of Jimin, bopping the pornstar's cute nose. What he forgot is that it is Jimin's nose. A nose that is right above his full lips.
Jeongguk has no time whatsoever to withdraw his finger before Jimin catches it with his mouth, trapping and sucking on it. With hollowed cheeks, he swallows it like a dick before releasing it again slowly inch by inch.
Jeongguk is in a trance, following Jimin's tongue that is collecting the remaining traces of the camboy's touch.
It's hot to see the very thing Jeongguk's only seen in videos up until now. The thing that haunted him at nights, when he jerked off to Jimin's sinful moans coming from the speakers.
"Oh, baby." Jeongguk places his fingers under Jimin's chin and guides the pornstar's head upwards until their gazes meet. "You're lucky I love surprises."
The people around the stage scream again when they see their interaction. It's so loud that it's impossible to understand what they are shouting anymore.
Jeongguk takes a last look into Jimin's eyes before his gaze falls down to Jimin's hard cock that gets pumped by Jimin's manicured fingers. Jimin couldn't resist pleasuring himself the whole time while sucking on Jeongguk's digits. The thought alone that Jimin could have imagined his dick meanwhile, makes Jeogguk hot and cold at the same time.
With a lot of mental strength, Jeongguk turns around and walks to the audience for one last time. "Sorry, that was too hot for me to resist. But I see you are as eager as me. I get it. Really, I do. So, don't worry, I won't edge you any longer. Shall the show begin?"
The people in the audience screech like hundreds of banshees. It's deafening, it's overwhelming, it's orgasmic.
"Even if I don't know what'll happen, there's one thing I can promise: what you are going to see now will certainly blow your mind—or whatever gets blown during this show." He rubs his hard dick and moans loudly into the microphone. As expected, all eyes are on his hand that palms the bulge in his pants. It's so easy, such a small gesture, yet it's so effective.
Then, without looking behind him—because he won't make the same mistake twice when his dick is craving more—he addresses Jimin, "Baby, come forward and say Hi to all these lovely people or else I'm going to come before we even start."
Happy being called, Jimin gets up from his seat, working his strut until he stops beside Jeongguk. He slings his left arm around the camboy's torso and guides the other over Jeongguk's chest, cradling him from behind while peaking over the muscled shoulder.
With a shit-eating grin, Jimin looks at the frontrow while his hand travels deeper until it reaches the waistband of Jeongguk's pants. He can literally hear the other people's thoughts, their desire to be in his position, or the way they mentally scream at him to finally unzip Jeongguk's pants. It's almost funny to watch them.
Humans have always been the same: as soon as lust takes over, reason and decency cease to exist.
But in the end, Jimin understands them. He is no different when he has such a handsome and well-built man like Jeongguk in front of him. So without hesitation, he slips his fingers into Jeongguk's pants to grab the camboy's dick with a tight grip—all while chirping into the microphone, "Hi, horny bitches! Are you ready to cum?"
The following moan ripping from Jeongguk's lips is almost louder than the screaming crowd's chants.
—xxx—
No one could ever be prepared for what is happening on that stage right now, but whatever it is, Jeongguk thinks it's fun.
The first moment when Jimin squeezed his dick in front of everyone a couple of minutes before, his brain quit its job. All because his blood had other things to do than supply the brain with enough oxygen—which was actually good because it prevented him from feeling any shame or uncertainty when Jimin massaged his balls so perfectly. His touch was warm and confident.
However, that also made it harder for Jeongguk when Jimin withdrew his hand before he got too riled up.
When he whined after losing the soft touch, Jimin whispered into his ear, "Later, baby. Later, I'll give you the full show."
It was a promise, and the prospect of it immediately made Jeongguk even harder—if that was still possible.
And now, he stands here, deep into the show, still hard, still horny, and still grinning stupidly at the pornstar, who slowly entangles the belt of his bathrobe that still hangs over his shoulders.
Jeongguk stares at Jimin's hands, following every teasing movement with hungry eyes, curiosity apparent on his face. He almost can't believe his luck that he will see a naked PearlJim in a few seconds. Finally, he will get the chance to see his idol in a live show. So naturally, he is excited to see it in real life and not on screen. People only get this opportunity once in a lifetime, and Jeongguk wants to enjoy every second of it.
Or not.
He shouldn't have celebrated too soon because the only thing he sees the next second is the dark lining of the inside of Jimin's flimsy bathrobe. Jeongguk can hear the crowd's amused whistles, and he can hear Jimin's laugh. The pornstar seems clearly pleased with himself for throwing his outfit right in Jeongguk's face when he knew that the other was shamelessly ogling him, waiting for Jimin to get completely naked without a shred of clothing on his body.
Offended, Jeongguk quickly tears the fabric from his eyes, perhaps a little too impatient as the seams rip apart due to the force. He, too, wants to see why the crowd is starting to howl like a wolf pack. He scabs every inch on the stage for the pornstar, which he had lost for a second while the bathrobe was on his face.
When his eyes find Jimin, he can understand the audience. He would proudly make the same noises if he were standing among them because right now, an entirely stripped Jimin stands uncovered and in his naked truth at the edge of the stage, proudly presenting his bare body to the convention's visitors. He moans when he trails his playful fingers over his front, and the little sounds of pleasure bring Jeongguk closer to insanity.
"Do you like what you see?" Jimin asks no one specifically, but Jeongguk doesn't know if Jimin is talking to him or the audience. The crowd doesn't know either but everyone feels addressed nevertheless. Jimin just has a way of ensuring anyone that he loves them equally and entirely, and gives them all of his attention even if he doesn't.
So, they scream in approval despite the confusion. Their chants are incomprehensible, drowning in the cacophony of way too many and way too horny people.
"Mmmhhhh. Good." One can see that Jimin enjoys the attention on him so much that it encourages him to actually give some of them the time of their life. He walks to a person in the front and crouches down in front of them. "What about you, honey?" Jimin asks a female guest whose face is redder than anybody else's. She looks as if she is on the verge of fainting when the pornstar talks directly to her, but her eyes are not on his lips, too busy staring at Jimin's hard cock that is practically waving at her with every movement.
Jimin smirks when she doesn't answer. "Do you want to see more? Do you want to see my cock? Right in front of you? Want to feel its heat? See the way I hold it? Squeeze it? Fuck my fist?"
The woman nods, still unable to shift her focus onto something other than the exposed dick. But the pornstar doesn't care. Quite the opposite. Jimin seems to blossom in the spotlight like a flower in the sunshine. Of course, he was already cocky and confident when Jeongguk met him in the dressing room an hour ago, but one thing is for sure: this persona is a hundred times worse. PearlJim is the pure embodiment of sex.
When Jeongguk would force his brain to think, he would realise how much experience lies behind every single little action. Jimin knows what he's doing, and he does it perfectly. From the beginning, everyone has been prepared for what might happen during the show, as it is always mostly the same when you break it down to its essence. It's watching nakedness, it's watching penetration, and it's watching someone orgasm. Nothing more or less, yet, Jimin knows how to play with the element of surprise, so no one gets bored. He always prepares something special, something unexpected—like now.
Only a playful smirk on the pornstar's face serves as a warning that he is about to do the naughty stuff.
"I take that as a yes," Jimin says to the woman and sits down. "Guess it's sexy time now."
Jeongguk watches Jimin's ass touching the cold surface. The pornstar shivers when he leans back and gasps for air, and when his arms are trembling behind him while they support his weight.
For a moment, the woman looks at Jeongguk as if to ask what Jimin's doing, but the pornstar doesn't give her a moment to think or to breathe. Without a warning, he spreads his legs and rolls his hips in her direction, turning her focus back from Jeongguk to his crotch. Even Jeongguk can only stare because nobody could have known that Jimin would almost push his dick into the woman's face while humping the air. They are not even an arm's length away from each other, maybe the length of a finger, not more.
Now, Jeongguk is quickly getting an idea why Jimin was so keen to guarantee that no pubic hair was left behind. The woman can probably see every vein on the shaft and has no idea just how many people would give everything to change position with her, Jeongguk included.
It is close, really close. The woman squeals in delight and grips the edge of the stage so hard that her knuckles turn white when Jimin slides his hand to his dick to grab it and fuck his fist in a steady motion like he suggested to her. Her head bops like a chicken with every one of Jimin's slow but hard thrusts.
Jeongguk would laugh at her expression if he had the time for it because while Jimin is still circling his hips, he gestures to him to bring the first set of toys—a pink cock ring with bunny ears on top and the matching pink bunny dildo with the colourful name The Fuckbuck.
"Gods," Jeongguk curses in a whisper. He needs to shake his head to clear his mind.
He looks around for the metal box where all the toys are kept. Luckily, he already stands next to it because his legs are wobbly—like his brain—and he would have crashed onto the stage if he had to walk.
He bends down and traces his hands over the different pouches. Once he finds the bunny set, he carefully takes it out of its velvet cover. Additionally, he grabs the lube from another pocket and spreads a generous amount on the two items. When they discussed the planned procedure before the show, Jimin told him that he likes it wet and messy, and Jeongguk makes sure that he'll get that by rubbing the lube all over the toys.
When he notices some people watching him as he covers the shaft with the slippery gel, he has an idea. If they are already turned on when he holds the toys, they will be even happier if he puts on a tiny sideshow for them. He knows how to play with the audience, and it's a nice change actually to see the reactions on their faces. Usually, he just reads their comments and collects their money, but today, he has the chance to see the fire burning in their eyes, the sweat covering their skin, and their breath getting caught in their throats. Delightfully, he starts to trace the whole length of the dildo with his index finger up and down, up and down, teasingly slow. As suspected, the crowd eats it up, savouring every bit Jeongguk is willing to give them.
"Should he take this precious piece up his glorious ass? Until he can't take it anymore?"
A deep rumble travels through the crowd. Satisfied with their reaction, Jeongguk adds another finger to his movements before squeezing the head with his whole hand, letting only the bunny ears peek out of his palm while introducing the toy's measurements, material, and features. He does the same during his streams when he promotes sponsored sex toys or reviews them.
The whole thing is going better than he expected.
Jeongguk is so focused on his task that he hasn't noticed that Jimin is no longer in front of the audience. Being the professional the porn star is, he has already moved to the middle of the stage so that everyone can watch him play with his toys.
Before Jeongguk makes a fool out of himself, he quickly changes direction and walks to the centre.
Everything would be perfect if one particular area didn't twitch so violently with every step. His tight pants are uncomfortable and constrict him. His aching dick begs to be released from its cotton cage, but he can't really do anything against it. He has no choice but to cross the stage with awkward, bow-legged steps. Knowing glances from some people in the audience tell him that they have already recognised his plight, yet he couldn't care less. He ignores their giggles because they are just as hard as he is, and their underwear is probably even wetter than the bubbly drinks they hold in their quivering hands. And honestly, in the end, it's nothing to be ashamed of. Being hard is literally his job. So, there is only one way to handle the situation, and he is planning to own it—meaning he's pushing his pelvis to the front, presenting the huge tent in his pants, and winking at the crowd while passing them on his way to Jimin. He only stops when he reaches the spot next to Jimin's shoulders, towering over the moaning pornstar who is currently two fingers deep inside his asshole, fucking himself open, flushed from his face all the way down to his bobbing cock, anal beads lying lazily next to him on the floor.
And there goes Jeongguk's confidence. Instantly. Just by the image of Jimin fingering himself.
He freezes and swallows visibly. Up close, he can see the beads of sweat forming on the other's forehead, face reddened, swollen mouth open while his fingers disappear into himself incessantly. His back is slightly tilted backwards, and his ass is lifted from the stage floor. The noises coming out of his mouth already sound so wrecked that Jeongguk wants to bite into his thick lips to catch those pretty moans.
"Put…put it on," Jimin commands and nods at his own cock, which is lying on his belly and waiting to be touched. "Jeongguk, the cockring."
Jeongguk blinks in confusion. Both toys feel heavy in his hands. He never touched a naked man in public, let alone put something on or into him while others were watching.
"Come, loverboy, don't let me wait. If you liked it, then you shoulda put a ring on it." Jimin winks at him, dragging his fingers slowly in and out. "I need you because my hands are busy." One of Jimin's hands stretches the striated muscles, and the other supports his weight.
That's true, Jeongguk thinks. Jimin's argument sounds valid in his head—even if he's not quite sure which head is in charge at the moment, but he deems it an important reason why he should help the poor man with the cockring. Besides, his mind is way too hazy to refuse or even argue with the pornstar. So, with a wordless nod of his head, he leans over Jimin's body and reaches for his penis. Yet when he is so close that he can feel Jimin's heat already licking at his fingertips, he hesitates.
"Don't be shy, loverboy. You're doing great," Jimin assures him, and that's all it takes for Jeongguk to grab the cock's base and place the stretchy silicone ring in the desired position. It would have been easier if Jimin's penis weren't already this hard, but he manages it nevertheless. His eagerness wins. Hence, not even ten seconds later, the ring sits snugly around the dick's base, its pink ears touching Jimin's pelvis. It looks cute, and Jeongguk unconsciously flicks the bunny's ears.
"Looks so pretty on you, baby," he mumbles without realising that he said it aloud. "Want so see you wearing it all day. Would be so, so pretty."
"Nah, I think your hand on my cock looks even prettier," Jimin objects with a grin.
"Huh?" Jeongguk looks at him in confusion, still too deep in his thoughts to recognise his subconscious actions.
"Nothing. By the way, thank you for the compliment, loverboy," Jimin answers instead. "Now, hand me the bunny dildo, please."
Jimin beckons Jeongguk with his index finger repeatedly until the handsome camboy gives him the FuckBuck. With a small thanks, babe, and a wink, Jimin takes it and slowly guides it downwards while hundreds of eyes follow his movement. Then, he positions the dildo right in front of his hole and rubs over the rim in slow circles while watching the crowd's reaction, fully immersed in giving everyone a show they won't forget. He refrains from pushing it in like they want him to, edging them with a shit-eating grin on his face. It isn't really a secret that since the second he put his leather boots on that stage, he has been holding them in the palm of his hands and won't let them out of its tight grip, squeezing and bending their will in all the right places. Everyone seems to enjoy themselves, watching and drooling while letting occasional screams of Jeongguk and Jimin's stage names roll off their tongues.
"Loverboy, you can have a little break and enjoy the show from the side," Jimin says to Jeongguk without even looking at him, careful to convince the audience that he is only focused on them. But Jeongguk stays beside him, only taking one tiny step backwards. Far enough not to disturb Jimin but close enough to see every single detail. His mind, or his dick, almost forces him to watch Jimin taking that thick rubber cock.
Jeongguk swears when he sees how the bunny's ears smoothly disappear. He wishes it would be his dick instead. It would probably feel so good around him, so tight, so warm.
Just like the crowd, he is also in the fatal trance the pornstar lured them in with his sneaky glances and flirty winks.
Jimin's breath comes out in shaky pants when he pushes the pink dildo further inside. His teeth are digging into his lip, and his eyes are lidded. The sweat is running over his chest all the way down to his dick.
Once the bunny is fully pushed inside, Jimin's mouth falls open, and he moans without restraint, probably louder than he usually would. His voice is seductive, silky, and so sexy. It calls to Jeongguk, who is blinking more than usual as his vision goes fuzzy when he sees how Jimin pulls the toy out, only to push it deeper inside again. A breathless little laugh comes from his lips when he and Jimin make eye contact. The pornstar licks his own before he throws his head back and spreads his legs even more, still pumping the bunny in and out.
"Jeongguk," Jimin whispers while fucking himself.
Jeongguk swears that the heat inside the building is skyrocketing when Jimin calls his name but he has no time to think about it when suddenly, Jimin changes the angle, and the muscles in his thighs start to tremble every time he thrusts the dildo into him and slides it over his prostate.
It's ridiculous how strongly Jeongguk reacts to what he sees. But how could he not when Jimin is clearly thinking about him while doing it.
He's on the brink of coming straight into his pants when Jimin additionally grinds his hips to meet his hand's movements. The tingles in his dick become increasingly painful, and he has to push his palm against it to soothe the constant burn.
"Go, baby. Take it," Jeongguk whines.
When Jimin suddenly stops to turn his body around, Jeongguk bites his tongue to stifle a complaint. He was so close to coming he could cry. He bites it even harder when he notices that Jimin is staring at him with tousled hair and a rosy glow on his cheeks. Jeongguk is trapped by his intense gaze, hypnotised. Jimin's eyes are beautiful. They are inviting but also dangerous—dangerous for Jeongguk's sanity. He is sure his eyes betray him, sharing all his dirty secrets with Jimin because the other seems to enjoy whatever he sees in Jeongguk's dark eyes.
"What a naughty boy, watching me shamelessly, thinking about fucking me instead of letting the toy do the job," Jimin taunts him before continuing the show on all fours, serving the audience his backside on a silver plate.
"Jimin...I...," Jeongguk whispers in awe, too quiet for other people to hear him.
But Jimin heard him. Moaning and panting, he looks at Jeongguk with sultry eyes while fucking himself with the bunny dildo, mouthing Jeongguk's name again and again, getting louder when he sees that Jeongguk unconsciously continued to palm his cock through the thick fabric of his pants.
"You're so sexy," Jeongguk whispers again. "I want you."
Jimin visibly tenses and clenches his teeth when he increases the pace, rocking his hips hard against the hand holding the dildo. Jeongguk knows what it means. Jimin is also close. That's why he slips his hand into his pants to pump his cock, anticipating the other's orgasm at any moment.
However, he wasn't expecting that Jimin suddenly pulls the dildo out of himself with a long whine and a curse before he jumps up, rushes towards Jeongguk without breaking eye contact even once, and stumbles into the camboy's firm chest.
"Lay down, now!" Jimin growls at him. And just like that, Jeongguk's heart sinks lower right to the place where his penis happily twitches in his hands.
When Jeongguk doesn't react immediately, Jimin grabs the front of his dress shirt and pulls him down. The stage is rather cold on Jeongguk's back when he lies there like a starfish, but he is still hot and bothered after everything and doesn't care about it. He is numb to everything that has nothing to do with the pretty man that leans over him.
"Open your mouth, loverboy," Jimin says while taking a seat on the camboy's torso, wiggling his ass on purpose to get comfortable.
"Wha–?" Jeongguk tries to ask, but the moment he opens his mouth, Jimin sticks the handle of the big, pink dildo in his mouth. Jeongguk is so perplexed that he immediately bites onto the hard plastic.
"Good boy. Now, keep your eyes open. I promise it will be an unforgettable sight." Jimin smirks at him mischievously before sliding forward and positioning himself hunched over Jeongguk's face.
"And don't let go of it. Keep biting, or I will choke you with that dildo, and I would rather do that later with my cock." He winks at the camboy beneath him, and then, he does it.
It means he turns around until he faces Jeongguk's clothed dick in one swift movement, positions his legs left and right beside Jeongguk's head, careful not to kick him, and sinks down on that dildo that is still in the camboy's drooling mouth without any kind of warning. The sound of squelching lube drowns out every other noise around him when Jimin's ass slowly comes closer to Jeongguk's lips.
One thing is sure, Jimin didn't lie. All Jeongguk can think at the moment is 'What a sight'. He is shocked but positively shocked. It's different from when someone rides his tongue because there's enough distance in order to see how much Jimin's rim gets dilated by the FuckBuck's thick shaft. It's like watching actual porn when the camera zooms in to capture every obscene detail.
"J-JK!" Jeongguk can hear the broken moans and stutters coming out the pornstar's throat when more and more of the thick silicone penis gets swallowed by the glossy hole until his ass touches Jeongguk's nose.
"Watch me, loverboy." Open your eyes and look at it. Look at me taking all of it," Jimin says with a hoarse voice. His mouth hangs open, his eyes are squeezed together, and his face is pinched up.
And then, he starts to fuck himself on that dildo with passion, forcing all of its length inside repeatedly. He lets his ass have it all.
"Aren't I a good boy? Taking it so well? Would take you the same way. Would make you come so hard inside of me."
Every time he bottoms out, his ass slaps Jeongguk's face, but the latter loves it. This is face-fucking in a totally different way, and it is undoubtedly the hottest thing Jeongguk has ever experienced. He is so fascinated that soon, he unconsciously pushes his head towards Jimin's ass every time the pornstar sinks down, driving it even deeper into the pretty pink-haired man.
A growl vibrates in his chest when Jimin picks up the pace. He throws his hands to Jimin's ass, roams them over the wiggling cheeks, grabs the circling hips, and pulls the pretty man closer to his face. Jimin screams in pleasure when Jeongguk uses all his strength to pull him down on that dildo, and with every cry, Jeongguk tightens his grip even more.
Spurred on by Jeongguk's willingness to interact, Jimin decides to involve the handsome camboy even more. Therefore, he bends forward, allowing Jeongguk to do the fucking while he has other plans. With knowing movements, he opens Jeongguk's zipper to release the very thing he's been craving since he met the camboy earlier today: his thick cock.
Finally, Jeongguk's dick gets more room when Jimin pushes his pants down. He knows what will happen next, and a shiver ripples through his body because he's never had public sex before. That's when he feels a warm and moist breeze right above his cock.
"Jimin! Aaahh!"
More than a hundred people are watching him bucking his hips into Jimin's waiting mouth.
There is only one word to describe the feeling: ecstasy, pure ecstasy. Jeongguk is so high from the pleasure that within seconds of getting blown, he reaches a stage of horniness where he doesn't give a shit about his surroundings. The only thing he can think about is how good it feels. He was already happy fucking Jimin with the FuckBuck between his teeth, but now that his cock gets sucked simultaneously, he feels care- and weightless, like he's floating on a fluffy cloud. A cloud he never wants to leave again.
"I'll come." Jimin suddenly breathes against his dick, pulling him out of his bliss and spurring him on. So, Jeongguk gathers his thoughts, ignores his aching neck and roughly pulls Jimin down, pressing the bunny against all the right places. He wants to smile when Jimin sinks even deeper on his cock, swallowing it whole while constantly moaning around it, but he needs to focus on keeping the dildo in his mouth.
"Yes! Jeongguk. I-I'm coming. I come!"
Jeongguk repeats his movements over and over again until Jimin cums on his chest with a final cry, but Jeongguk doesn't stop. He knows from Jimin's movies that the other likes the sweet pain of oversensitivity, usually leading to multiple orgasms. So, he bites harder into the dildo before he yanks it out, spits it to the ground, and with his empty mouth, swallows Jimin's cock. Before Jimin can scream due to the overwhelming sensation, Jeongguk resumes his thrusts and mutes the other effectively with his hard dick that still waits for his own orgasm.
Satisfied mewls come from the pornstar's lips when Jeongguk is sucking him off while slamming his pelvis into Jimin's wet mouth.
The glorious sixty-nine, a classic, will always be one of his favourite positions. He sucks, licks, and pulls with fervour until he gets the idea to add his fingers to stimulate Jimin's prostate. So, he pushes two fingers in and drags them carefully along the other's inner walls.
Irrelevant to say that it doesn't take long for Jimin to come a second time when Jeongguk sucks his cock, presses his fingers against his prostate, massages his balls and his hips with the other unoccupied hand, and fucks his throat with his massive dick. It is too much to take at once, and soon, Jimin spills his second load all over Jeongguk's shirt.
Jeongguk doesn't know if it's the tight feeling of Jimin's throat around his cock, the delicious sound the other makes, or maybe even the sight Jimin is when millions of goosebumps cover his body while he trembles, shudders, and twitches that cause his orgasm. Perhaps everything combined leads to the sudden explosion in his heart and his crotch. With a choked moan, he comes into Jimin's mouth, who swallows everything without spilling a single drop.
His arm gives up and it falls to the ground. The moment his hand releases the grip on Jimin's hips, the other is crashing into his chest, unable to hold himself anymore. They remain in this position for a moment before Jeongguk's dick slips out of Jimin's mouth when the other whines, "Out, out!"
However, Jeongguk is still in a trance and doesn't notice that he still suckles on the cock in his mouth because he missed his cue to remove it. But Jimin slaps against his thighs, trying to get his attention.
"Jeongguk!" Jimin whines loudly because of his inability to move with his numb legs and his dependency on Jeongguk.
Finally, his plea forces Jeongguk to realise the situation he's in. That is lying on the stage, probably looking as equally as messy as Jimin, a dick still between his lips and his fingers stuck in the other's ass.
With a chuckle, he eases his fingers out, and lets go of Jimin's soft cock. The other breathes a weak thank you before rolling down and turning onto his back.
"That was…," Jeongguk starts but cuts off when he looks at the naked body next to him.
Jimin is lying there with his eyes closed and one arm thrown over his face. He is breathing heavily. His chest moves quickly up and down, sucking in the air and providing his brain with oxygen that has been missing for the last thirty minutes. His nipples are still hard, and he is flushed from the tip of his curled toes to the top of his messy hair. It is a sight so otherworldly that Jeongguk's mouth gushes out the following sentence.
"I live in Busan."
Clearly not only Jimin's brain lacks a big amount of oxygen.
Surprised, Jimin removes his arm from his eyes and looks up at him with question marks written all over his face. He snorts but smiles at the same time.
"I guess that's good for you?!"
"I-I..."
Jimin interrupts him, "Anyway, me too."
"Really?"
Jimin's smile turns brighter. He nods at Jeongguk.
"Then, go on a date with me," Jeongguk blurts.
Jimin giggles. "Only if you carry me for the rest of the day."
"I will carry you for the rest of our lives."
"Good, because I'm lazy."
"I don't mind. I have enough stamina to work for both of us."
Jimin smirks. "Oh, believe me, I noticed."
"Can't help. I love to please my pillow princess."
"I'm not a pillow princess."
"Who said I was talking about you?"
Jimin rams his elbow into Jeongguk's stomach.
"Okay. You're the princess."
"Rather the queen."
"Sorry, forgot that I was talking to the majesty of the holy land of porn."
Jeongguk stands up and offers Jimin a hand. The pornstar willingly accepts and gets pulled up, but instead of landing on his feet, Jimin lands in Jeongguk's arms.
Only now, they notice that there are still people watching their interaction. Giddily, they bow in front of their audience and wave at them shyly now that the adrenaline isn't pumping through their veins anymore. With quick steps, they are rushing down the stage. However, before they head to the dressing rooms, Jeongguk turns to Jimin.
"Shall I accompany you to your throne?" Jeongguk asks mockingly, but Jimin plays along.
"As long as it's shaped like your dick."
"My dick, my fingers, my tongue. It can be anything you wish for, my queen."
"I knew it, loverboy, we will have so much fun. But before, you have to clean the toys."
Jeongguk stops and whines whereas a giggling Jimin runs into his assigned room.
Annoyedly, Jeongguk turns around and crawls back on stage to collect the toys which are still lying around. They weren't really careful when they hastily wanted to get rid of them.
"Nooo! Jimin."
"Get those toys, darling, and clean them nicely."
The moment Jeongguk touches the Fuckbuck, he reconsiders his life decisions. It is cold and sticky. The lube half-dried and mixed with dust from the stage, leaving a grimy substance on the shiny silicone. He takes it with a frown, and helds it at armslength when he searches for the other things.
Once he finds it all, he makes his way to the restrooms, shouting into the hall, "Careful! Wet and sloppy!"
—xxx—
Jeongguk stumbles into the bathroom of the accomodation he rented for the duration of the convention, kicking his suitcase on his way.
After their show, both said goodbye to their fans, the staff, and Seokjin, who grinned at them with a knowing look. Yet they ignored him and called a cab to Jeongguk's hotel.
During the drive, they talked about the funny fact that they both stayed at the same hotel. They only travelled to the capital for the convention as their home town is Busan.
After a short round of scissors, paper, rock, which Jeongguk won every single time, the camboy decided to spend the night at his room.
Once they reached their respective floor, it wasn't easy to unlock the door when Jimin refused to let go of Jeongguk's lips, but they managed somehow, meaning Jeongguk slid the card over the scanner and kicked the door open. He doesn't know if the green light showed before he kicked it, but that is a problem for later.
Right now, he has another and totally different issue: finding lube. He desperately searches for it and squeals in delight once he sees it. With the tiny bottle in a tight grip, he rushes out of the bathroom and stops in his tracks when he sees that a half-naked Jimin waits for him on the bed with the heavy metal box full of sex toys next to him.
Jimin is so sexy in real life that he could curse every camera that ever recorded the pornstar because of their certain lack of quality. The movies are nothing compared to the real picture. Jimin looks divine with his hair pushed out of his face, his lips a bit glossy, and his eyes hazy and half-lidded. He is unparalleled to all the people Jeongguk has ever seen in his life, and the best thing about it is that Jimin is waiting for him.
"Hi sexy, business trip or pleasure?" Jimin looks at him from below, peeking over the rim of a pair of pink heart-shaped glasses, caressing the toy box with his fingers.
Jeongguk scrunches his nose. "Actually, it started as a business trip, but I must have taken the wrong turn somewhere."
Jimin lifts one of his perfectly-groomed eyebrows. "I understand. Pleasure, then?"
"I hope so."
"Then, today's your lucky day because I know so." Jimin looks confident with his chin held high and his head tilted back, exposing his long neck with his prominent Adam's apple.
Jeongguk whistles through his teeth when Jimin spreads his legs and leans backwards until his back touches the sheets. "I must admit, it already looks promising."
"It's definitely a promise, loverboy." Jimin winks before he suddenly turns around, already abandoning the last position for an even better one. "Let's start with watching me prepping myself."
"You truly like being watched while fucking yourself, do you?"
"Well, I'm PearlJim. My solo works are the best, and besides, I wouldn't shoot porn if I didn't have at least some minor exhibitionistic traits. It's only a plus that I'm confident in my skin and like my body."
"What a lucky coincidence that I also like your body."
"I like yours as well. But do you want to know what I really love?"
"Me?"
"Nice try. Maybe after a couple of dates. But until then, I really love getting stuffed."
"I have a big cock."
"I love some good choking."
"I have large hands."
"I love spanking."
"I can only repeat: large hands."
"I love when someone squeezes my waist."
"Large. Hands."
"I love rimming."
"I have a fast and flexible tongue."
"I love shibari."
"My grandfather was a sailor."
Jimin smirks over his shoulder. "I can only repeat myself over and over again. We will definitely have so much fun, loverboy. And now, get behind me and fuck me like you mean it."
xxx The End xxx