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Keith waited in the lobby of a chic business tower in the middle of downtown. The sun had set, making the fluorescents extra harsh against the near darkness outside. He'd been buzzed into the building about fifteen minutes ago and the longer he sat, the more he began to second guess his decisions. The place was empty, so there wouldn’t be any witnesses if he turned tail and ran. The only person he’d seen since sitting down was a night watchman. The man nodded at Keith as he passed, moving on down the hall. He hadn't been particularly creepy or pervy, but Keith was still thinking about it. That guy had to notice all of the young men who came here late in the night. Had to know what they were here for - what Keith was here for.
He probably looks us up after. Probably watches all the videos.
Keith shook his head. Countless people were going to see what he was about to do, what did he care about one guy?
Twenty minutes.
This is crazy.
Keith checked his phone again; no new texts since the last, which came in half an hour ago: "Great, I’ll buzz you in! Give me a minute and I'll meet you downstairs and bring you up"
Maybe he was in the wrong building? Or maybe Mr. S had checked the security cameras, taken one look at him and decided he wasn't pretty enough and didn't want him anymore.
Keith shook his head. Mr. S knew what he looked like - he had hundreds of videos and pictures of himself online. Keith knew he wasn’t particularly pretty, but Mr. S had been very clear over email that he’d liked what he saw. Keith was already here, he couldn't afford to spin out.
But… It was getting late.
Just as Keith was about to get up and walk out, the elevator doors opened and a man spilled out, breathing heavily and frantically scanning the lobby. When his eyes fell on Keith he visibly relaxed, breathing a sigh of relief before shifting into an apologetic and slightly embarrassed expression.
Fuck. Keith thought, clutching his phone tighter. He’s hot.
Keith had never seen Mr. S’s face - it was always out of frame or blurred - but he’d seen that torso a dozen times. That familiar button up shirt stretched over a broad chest. That signature metal arm.
"I am so sorry!" The man said, walking over. "You're Keith right?"
Keith nodded, dumbly, and stood up, taking the man's hand when it was offered. Mr. S had a scar across his nose and, while Keith found it super hot, he wondered if it was privacy or embarrassment that made Mr. S keep his face hidden.
"I'm so sorry, I had some technical difficulties right when you texted you were here - had to get everything sorted, I hope you don’t feel put out.”
"It's okay." Keith said, trying not to sound frazzled.
"I'm Shiro." He said with a dazzling smile.
"Keith." Keith coughed, blushing.
"I know." Shiro winked.
A constant loop of relax, relax, relax, played in Keith’s mind during the long elevator ride to Shiro’s floor. Keith nodded politely as Shiro went on about the office location - how he started out in the spare room in his old apartment before getting a business license and leasing this office downtown. Shiro’s voice was not only deep and calming, but achingly familiar. Keith had always been a fan of Shiro’s channel - his videos appeared at least once in Keith’s daily jerk sessions - and while Shiro’s face was always blurred out, he never altered his voice. So while Shiro went on and on about his business, his voice alone had the side effect of giving Keith a half chub.
The elevator dinged and Keith shook himself out of it, stepping out after Shiro onto the 13th floor. They passed one other office on the way to Shiro’s but it had a vacancy sign on the door.
“Very private.” Shiro smiled, setting Keith’s stomach ablaze. “I’ve been alone up here since renting the place. Most people think the number 13 is bad luck so the building manager has a hard time renting out this floor. It’s a good thing my bad luck number is four, huh?”
Keith nodded as they stopped in front of a door mostly made of fogged glass, which Shiro pushed open and stepped inside, holding it open for Keith. The small area was simply furnished. A cluttered desk sat up against one wall, and two cushy chairs sat against the other. There was another door just past the desk, and one more on the wall opposite the entrance. Keith looked between the two doors, wondering which hid the famous “office”.
“Sorry for the mess -” Shiro said, stacking the folders on the desk into a neat pile and dropping off his keys. “This desk is where I get the actual work done - editing, running the site, finding models. It’s a little cluttered.”
“It’s fine.” Keith said, holding his hands awkwardly.
“You know, it’s funny.” Shiro said, chuckling to himself. “I have to have a work desk and a fake work desk.”
Keith laughed, hoping it didn’t sound as forced as he thought.
“Hey, if I’m talking too much, let me know.” Shiro said, seeming to read his mind. “I tend to fill the silence. Some people find it comforting, others get more nervous - I want you to feel comfortable with me.”
Shiro had stopped moving around his desk and had fixed Keith with a gentle smile. Keith swallowed and the butterflies went from his throat back down to his stomach where they belonged.
“I like it.” Keith answered, honestly. “I’m just… not as good with the talking myself.”
“Noted.” Shiro winked and dropped the folders into a drawer. “Want to see the room?”
Keith nodded and followed Shiro to the door that had been across from the entryway. Shiro opened it with a sweeping hand and let him walk into the space.
Keith looked down at the familiar black couch. Out of some conditioned response, Keith’s half-chub filled out dangerously in his pants. He couldn’t believe he was about to feature in his own spank bank material.
"So this is the space, I'm sure you're familiar." Shiro said, cheerfully, seemingly unaware of the effect the room had on the poor boy.
After the couch, the cameras were next to draw Keith’s attention. He scanned the room, picking out each of them. Some were more noticeable than others - the tripod in the corner and the handheld on the desk - but there were also four less conspicuous cameras on the ceiling, one in each corner of the room.
"We're not rolling right now." Shiro said with a shrug. "We'll have to come in again and pretend it's the first time you're seeing the office. I like to let the models get familiar before we start shooting. I think it's helpful."
Keith nodded.
"So…" Keith fought the urge to sit down on the couch. "Do we just get started..?"
"Oh! No, follow me." Shiro smiled sheepishly and led Keith back out of the room and past the desk to the other room right next to it. “I have a very dorky checklist to go through with you, if that’s alright?”
Keith snorted. “I love a nerd list.”
Shiro smiled and led Keith into the other room.
There was a stark difference between this room and the office set. Gone were the fluorescent lights and stale office furniture. Instead, it was lit with soft lamplight and furnished with colorful, plush bean bag chairs on one side of the room and a matching loveseat on the other. A soft rug covered the floor. Keith couldn't help but relax immediately once he stepped into the space behind Shiro.
"Would you like some water or juice?" Shiro opened a mini fridge that Keith hadn't noticed before. Inside were many different drinks.
"Sure, um, apple juice is fine."
Shiro handed him a bottle and grabbed water for himself before sitting down on the loveseat and motioning for Keith to take any of the available seats.
"This room is…different." Keith said, opting to sit on the couch beside Shiro.
"That's by design. We'll come back in here after the shoot and talk again. I want you to feel comfortable when we’re actually talking - not on camera. Everything we say in the other room will be for show, so I want to get the both of us on the same page beforehand."
Keith nodded slowly.
"Okay, first things first -" Shiro smiled and pulled a folder out of a side table and handed it over. "This is the same contract I emailed to you, just go over it and sign."
Keith read over the document carefully. Shiro seemed nice, but Keith wasn't about to be taken for a ride. It was exactly the same document he'd agreed to before. Keith signed and handed it back.
"Great." Shiro smiled. "Now we can talk. First, I wanted to go over how things will go once we’re back in the other room and the cameras start rolling. I'm sure you've seen my other videos?"
Keith nodded, taking a drink from his juice.
"Okay, well it's all pretty simple. We follow the same format every time. When we go in, we'll act like I just got you from the lobby and it's our first time meeting. I'll ask you some questions and you can be as honest as you like."
"What sort of questions?"
"Well, I'll ask you why you're interested in porn and how much experience you have. You can be honest or you can make something up, whichever, doesn’t matter to me. For now though, how often do you bottom?"
Keith blushed, despite his best efforts not to.
"Umm, not very often with partners. I use toys on myself though."
"Okay, great, play into that. If you want to, you could say that you've never bottomed. Audience loves a first timer."
"Oh, I'm aware." Keith laughed thinking about how often the models on Backroom are “coerced” into bottoming in order to get the job. It was very popular. What Keith didn’t want to reveal was how on the nose it was for him. He’d only bottomed once when he was in high school and it wasn’t his cup of tea. But Shiro seemed good at it and he paid really well.
“After we go through the basic questions, I’ll ask you to get naked.” Shiro continued. “Then I'll have you jerk off a little and get hard - have you move around to different positions. After that, I'll have you sit back down and we'll do the whole shtick: tell you you'll have to do a partnered scene to get noticed, that you’ll be working with me and all that jazz. You can decide how you want to react to that, if you're enthusiastic or hesitant, I'll roll with whatever you go with. Then we'll start with oral and move into prepping you. Then we'll have sex. I'll wear a condom, of course, but for the money shot I'll either finish on your face or on your ass, I'll let you decide. Just so we're on the same page, none of this is a surprise to you, is it?"
"No." Keith laughed. "I'm just surprised how…professional all of it sounds right now."
"Yeah, I have to be kind of sleazy in there so I try to make up for it before and after." Shiro rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
"After?"
"Yeah, that was what I was going to ask you next. Once we finish up shooting, I like to come back in here for some aftercare. If that's not something you're interested in, I can let you get cleaned up in the bathroom shower back there and you can head out whenever. It's your call."
Keith shifted, uncomfortably. While, yes, the idea of getting some time to cool down from the scene sounded great, it felt like a bit of an imposition. Keith hated feeling like a burden or like he needed to be coddled.
Seeming to read Keith's mind, Shiro continued. “If it helps, the aftercare is as much for me as it is for you. I don’t exactly feel the greatest after a scene, so I like to take care of my partner afterwards. That way I feel like less of a jerk.”
Keith tilted his head in confusion. “Do you… not like doing scenes?”
“Oh no! Don’t get me wrong, it’s really hot.” Shiro smiled with a blush. “I do like the fantasy - I came up with it after all. But… you know, I play a character who’s taking advantage of people. If I can’t make up for it afterwards, I could drop. I used to feel terrible when I first started and couldn’t figure out why until a friend of mine pointed out I was experiencing dom drop. Once I included aftercare into the routine, those issues pretty much went away.”
Shiro smiled and Keith nodded thoughtfully.
“I’m not telling you this so you’ll feel obligated to indulge me -” Shiro continued, holding up his hands. “You just seem like you don’t accept that sort of stuff for yourself, so I thought it would be helpful to know what I’m getting out of it.”
Keith shook his head with a resigned laugh. “You can see through me that easy, huh?”
“It’s a gift.” Shiro shrugged. “If it’s really not your cup of tea or just too much for a complete stranger, it’s all good. Not all the models are into it, so I have a pretty good system set up for myself in case they just want to head out when we’re done. So either way, don’t worry about it.”
“No, no, I’m into it.” Keith said quickly, before turning away with a cough. “I mean. It’s not a big deal. We can do aftercare.”
Shiro laughed and grabbed a notepad from next to the couch.
"So, you said in your email that you have an OnlyFans and you sometimes collaborate with friends, but have you done any work for a producer? Or been filmed like this before?"
"No, this is my first time making something for someone else's platform."
"Okay, that's fine, it's not much different - at least with me. Do you have any rules? Things you definitely don’t like or don’t want me to do?”
“Don’t slap me.” Keith said, quickly. “You can spank me if you want - I like that a lot - just don’t slap, you know, my face or anything.”
“Sounds good, thanks for telling me.” Shiro said with a smile. “Anything else? Do you want me to use another name?”
“No, Keith is fine. I use my real name on my platform, so it’s all good. What about you? When we’re on camera do I call you Mr. S or something?”
“Oh, no -” Shiro laughed, shaking his head. “Ew, I’d hate that. I only use that online before meeting models. You can call me Shiro when we’re in the room. I don’t use my name on the site but I can’t stand being called anything else, so I just edit it out in post.”
Keith nodded. “Yeah, I get that. When I first started out, I felt so weird trying to pick out a ‘stage name’ that I just gave up.”
Shiro laughed and they traded funny porn names for a few minutes until Keith’s sides were hurting and he felt more like he was hanging out with a friend instead of an adult film producer.
“So.” Shiro said, getting them back on topic. “Is there something you like to do before shooting to help you relax or get in the mood?"
Keith stared at Shiro dumbly. Usually the guys he filmed with just came over and they jumped right in. Sometimes his partners would smoke a joint or take some other form of self medication, but Keith never liked the way it made him feel.
"Um. No, not really."
"Okay, that's fine. I have a few things that I like to do if that's okay?"
Keith nodded and Shiro smiled.
"I'll typically break the touch barrier before we head back. Some light touching and maybe some kissing if you'd be okay with that? There isn't usually any kissing during the scene and… to be honest, it's a little hard for me to get into it if I can't kiss my partner."
Shiro said the last bit with a sheepish smile and a slight blush. It completely caught Keith off guard and was relentlessly charming.
"Yeah, yeah that makes sense. I'm okay with that." Keith tried to seem casual and not like he was jumping at the chance to kiss this gorgeous man.
"Okay." Shiro smiled and scooted closer to Keith on the couch.
The arm he'd been resting on the back of the couch went behind Keith's head and Shiro's fingers dipped into his hair.
"You've got really nice hair." Shiro said almost in his ear. "Soft."
"You can - cough - you can pull it if you want. Later, I mean, in the scene?"
Shiro smiled wide.
"I'll keep that in mind."
Shiro's other hand - the metal one - came up to hold Keith's jaw, tilting him so they properly faced each other.
Keith held his breath when Shiro pressed their lips together. It was almost chaste at first, just a gentle touch before Shiro's tongue prodded against his lips and all bets were off. Keith opened up and moved closer, shifting so his hand rested on Shiro's broad thigh. He held back a moan when Shiro’s hand tightened in his hair, pulling him closer. Keith zeroed in on those three points of contact - Shiro’s tongue in his mouth, fingers tangled in his hair, a strong hand beneath his jaw - and melted.
If you would’ve asked Keith an hour ago if he liked kissing, he would’ve told you it was just a step towards something else and didn’t really do much for him. That Keith was an idiot and a liar. Or he’d never properly been kissed.
Keith couldn’t believe how good it was to kiss Shiro. It was like Shiro had been given a Keith instruction manual and knew exactly how to move his lips, where to put his hands, how to use his tongue to get Keith to completely fall apart.
Shiro pulled back and Keith stumbled forward into him.
“Woah there.” Shiro chuckled. “We need to save some heat for the camera, okay?”
Keith nodded quickly, more than a little embarrassed about how a little bit of kissing had gotten him so flustered, and pulled himself together. He hoped Shiro didn’t notice the slight tenting of his jeans.
“Can’t wait.”
Shiro’s hand burned where he held it against the small of Keith’s back, leading him into the fake office room. The cameras were rolling and Shiro was grateful his own face would be blurred out since he was sure he was still blushing.
“Please take a seat, make yourself comfortable.” Shiro motioned for Keith to take his place on the couch while he moved to sit on the other side of the desk.
Keith gave the camera on the desk a suspicious look before addressing Shiro for the first time during the scene.
“Is that on?”
“The camera? Of course, we need to show the producers how pretty you are, don’t we?”
Keith shifted on the couch, crossing his legs and sitting back against the black cushions.
“Why don’t we start with the basics? How about you tell us a little bit about yourself?”
“My name’s Keith. I’m twenty-three years old and make content on OnlyFans.”
“What sort of content?”
“Solo stuff mostly. But I film with my friends sometimes.”
“Friends?” Shiro pressed. “Not a boyfriend or girlfriend.”
“I’m gay.” Keith snickered. “But no, no boyfriend. I’m not cut out for it.”
“Eh.” Shiro shrugged. “Definitely makes things easier. So you’ve had sex in front of the camera before?”
“Yes.”
“Top? Bottom?”
“Top.”
“Have you ever bottomed before?”
Keith swallowed, breaking eye contact.
“No.”
Shiro smiled.
So that’s where he wants to take it.
“Never? Not even with toys?”
“Well.. I’ve fingered myself before.”
“And how was that?”
“It was… fine.”
"Just fine?"
"I'm not really a bottom."
Shiro took a long breath.
“I’ll be honest with you, Keith. My producers are looking to hire actors with range. They want models who can be whatever the scene needs them to be. Flexibility is key. Is bottoming completely out of the question for you? Because if so, it’ll be hard for us to find you any work.”
Keith’s face scrunched up in an annoyed little pout, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I can do anything.”
Shiro almost laughed.
“That’s good to hear.” Shiro folded his hands on the desk. “Let me tell you what we’re looking for during this interview. My producers want to see that you take direction well and that you look good on camera. So, you’ll take off your clothes and I’ll direct you into several poses and we’ll go from there. How’s that sound?”
Keith nodded his head and moved to take off his shirt.
“Not too quick.” Shiro said. “Get comfy first.”
Keith obeyed, spreading his knees wide and leaning back into the cushions.
“Good.” Shiro picked up the camera and moved around to stand in front of the desk. “Alright. Lift up your shirt - slow - and let me see.”
Keith slipped one hand under his shirt and ran his fingers up his stomach to his chest, rucking up his shirt in the process. Shiro licked his lips as Keith’s toned stomach was revealed. A perfect trail of dark hair running down from his belly button into his pants.
“Good. Let me see that chest.”
Keith pushed his shirt up over his head and ran his fingers across his chest and over his nipples.
“Beautiful.” Shiro made sure to keep Keith’s face in the frame while he panned over his exposed torso. “Lose the shirt.”
Keith sat up and stretched his arms behind his head to pull the shirt up and off. Shiro swallowed at the lean muscle flexing and stretching as Keith moved, tossing the shirt and sitting back against the couch.
“Good. Now open up your pants - slow - and give us a show.”
Keith ran his hand down his stomach and dipped into his pants, giving himself a squeeze before thumbing open the top button. He pulled the zipper down slow over his bulge. Keith massaged himself lazily over his boxers and relaxed against the sofa with one arm thrown back behind his head. He pulled his dick out of his pants, half hard, and stroked it long and slow. Keith wasn’t particularly big, but his cock looked great in his hand; the soft, pink head poking out from his fingers and dripping pre-cum. Shiro wanted to taste it.
“Lose the pants.” Shiro’s voice had already gone rough from arousal.
Keith obeyed, kicking off his shoes and pulling down his pants and underwear without any fanfare, but before he could sit back down, Shiro stopped him.
“Not so fast, let’s see that tight ass.” Shiro smirked and Keith chuckled, turning around.
Shiro whistled - not even playing for the camera when he got a good look at Keith’s ass. Keith was muscled all over and definitely never skipped leg day.
“You work out a lot?” Shiro asked, reaching to squeeze Keith’s ass for the camera.
“Yeah, you could say that.” Keith breathed, letting Shiro play with him.
“What’s your routine like?”
Keith huffed a short laugh. “You’re really asking?”
“I’m curious.” Shiro growled.
“Regular circuit three times a week - arms, back and shoulders on Monday, Wednesday is leg day, Friday is core. Every other Saturday I do MMA and I rock climb on Sundays.”
“Jeeze, kid.” Shiro laughed, shaking his head. “So that’s why you don’t have time for a boyfriend, huh?”
“You could say that.”
“Glad you made time for me, though.” Shiro purred, slapping his ass. “Let me see your hole.”
Keith blushed but did as he was told. Shiro knelt on the ground in front of the couch so he could get the best angle when Keith held his cheeks apart. They wouldn’t have to sell the “never bottomed” story, Keith looked tight. He was well groomed and clean, but definitely not prepped.
Good. Shiro always loved opening them up, and he couldn't wait to get his mouth on this one.
“Beautiful.” Shiro said, backing up and panning up Keith’s legs and ass to his back. “You’ve really never had anybody inside you before?”
“No.” Keith grumbled.
Shiro chuckled. “Okay, you’re good. Sit down and keep touching yourself. Show me what you like.”
Keith plopped back down with his legs slightly spread. He ran one hand over his thigh while the other squeezed his cock. Shiro made sure to keep Keith’s face in the frame while he slowly jerked himself. Shiro was having a hard time watching Keith’s hands when his face was quite the show. His dark eyes and open mouth. Shiro knew how soft and warm his mouth was and it was all he could think about. He was impatient to move them along.
“Okay." Shiro put the camera back on the tripod and sat down on the other side of the desk while Keith sat back against the couch, idly touching himself. When Shiro spoke again, he talked slowly - as if he were breaking bad news with each sentence. "The producers are going to want to see how you interact with other performers. So. We’re going to have you work with another male talent today.”
Keith scrunched up his face in feigned confusion.
“I'm on the clock, so you’ll be working with me.”
Keith shifted uncomfortably and stopped touching himself.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, it’s like I said. They want to see what you look like with other performers -”
“I sent you the videos from my onlyfans -”
“It’s not enough.” Shiro cut him off - stomach burning with the amount of effort Keith was putting into fighting him. “Anyone can shoot a porno in their basement. We want to know if you can take direction.”
Keith sucked his teeth and looked away. Shiro let the silence fester. Keith squeezed his kneecaps and shot him a pointed look.
“But you’re not paying me.”
“Of course not.” Shiro chuckled. “This is an interview, Keith.”
Keith shook his head.
“Look, this is the job, do you want it or not?” Shiro folded his hands. “The way you’re handling this does not help your chances, kid.”
Keith’s face fell and he folded his arms.
“Sorry, sorry - I want the job - I’m just surprised. I didn’t know we’d be doing this today.”
Shiro smiled.
“That’s understandable. Do you want more time?”
“No, no - I’m good.” Keith sat up, determined. “I can do it.”
“Good.”
“So…” Keith prodded.
“So, we’re going to start by having you suck my cock.”
Shiro nearly lost it when a bashful look fell over Keith’s face. His cheeks even turned red. Shiro cleared his throat and pushed on; he had to be professional after all.
“Then, we’ll fuck.”
Keith’s mouth opened slightly - an anxious look on his face.
“Don’t worry, I’ll open you up real good. I know it’s your first time.” Shiro smirked and Keith chewed the inside of his cheek.
“All of that sound good?”
Keith nodded slowly.
“Good.” Shiro smiled and turned to the left so his legs were no longer under his desk. “Come over here.”
Keith got up and walked over to stand in front of Shiro. He positioned the camera so that Keith was entirely in the frame, then ran his hands up Keith’s thighs and back over his ass.
“You really are beautiful.” Shiro purred, giving Keith’s cheeks a firm squeeze. He was proud to see the blush spread down Keith’s neck and goosebumps form across his skin.
Shiro looked up at him with a vicious smile.
“Let’s get you on your knees.”
Keith only hesitated for a moment before following Shiro’s instructions, kneeling in front of his wide spread legs. Shiro leaned back in the office chair, letting his ass move down in the seat.
“Well?” Shiro motioned towards his crotch. “I’m sure you know what to do.”
Keith shot him a brief scowl then went to work at opening his pants and pulling out his cock. He was already half hard from Keith’s earlier display, and Keith’s slender fingers only accentuated his size. Keith gave him an experimental stroke.
“You’ve got a pretty mouth.” Shiro smiled, grabbing the handheld camera and pointing it at Keith’s face. “Let’s see what it looks like stretched around a cock.”
Without hesitation or fanfare, Keith licked Shiro’s dick from base to tip then took him into his mouth all the way down to the base in one move.
“Fuck!” Shiro choked in surprise as Keith swallowed around his now fully hard erection. “Holy shit, kid!”
Keith didn’t stop. It took everything for Shiro to act unbothered - like he wasn’t getting the blowjob of his life - and he thanked his lucky stars that his face would be blurred since there was no controlling how good this felt. Shiro kept the camera steady on Keith’s face, he didn’t want to miss a second. The way his lips stretched around Shiro’s girth was obscene.
“Look at me.” Shiro growled. “Look into the camera.”
Keith obeyed immediately, his dark eyes shining with unshed tears - the only evidence of a gag reflex.
“Beautiful.” Shiro praised, grabbing the thick hair at the back of Keith’s head. “Let me take over a little, okay?”
Shiro pulled Keith off his dick and let him take a breath before pulling him back down again. Shiro’s grip on Keith’s hair was punishing even though his pace was slow. Watching his thick cock disappear down Keith's throat over and over was mesmerizing.
“You’re a natural.” Shiro held the back of Keith’s head and held him down on his cock for a few seconds - watched him blink away tears - then let him up and returned to a steady pace. “So good at this. You look fantastic with a cock in your mouth.”
Keith moaned and Shiro savored the vibrations of his voice.
“You put on quite the show, pretending you didn’t wanna do this.” Shiro chuckled as Keith choked on his cock. “But look at you.”
Keith glared at him and Shiro smiled.
Keith couldn’t believe how different Shiro was. Gone was the polite, gentle host, and in his place was this domineering, pushy, asshole. Keith wanted to hate it but couldn’t deny the effect Shiro had on his body. He wanted to choke on Shiro’s cock. He wanted to be manhandled. He wanted Shiro to fuck him.
Keith pushed forward, taking Shiro even deeper into his throat despite Shiro’s grip on his hair. His eyes watered and his throat burned but he didn’t care. He was about to do it again when Shiro held him back, pulling him back off his cock with a wet pop.
“Hold your horses, kid.”
Keith bristled, glaring up at the man who’d taken his toy away. “I’m not a kid.” Keith tried, but he was sure the face he was making wasn’t selling his point.
“You want me to stop?” Shiro chuckled. “Maybe quit acting like a brat and we’ll see.”
Keith rolled his eyes and Shiro only laughed, stepping away towards the couch.
“I want you comfortable for this part, so let's get you over here.” Shiro patted the couch, not offering to help Keith up off the ground. “On your knees, elbows on the armrest.”
Keith nodded, obeying Shiro’s request with an annoyed pout on his face. He watched as Shiro left the handheld camera on the desk. Keith shivered. For some reason, knowing Shiro would have both hands free made him nervous.
“Have you ever had your ass eaten, Keith?” Shiro asked nonchalantly, as if he were asking about the weather.
“Um. No.” Keith coughed. “I haven’t.”
The sofa dipped behind him.
“Looks like we’re gonna be taking care of a few firsts for you tonight.”
Keith ducked his head and held onto the armrest, bracing for whatever Shiro was about to do to him. He twitched when Shiro ran his fingers up his thighs to grab his ass.
“Relax, brat.”
Keith could feel Shiro’s breath on his skin. He swallowed and tried to force himself to relax but he was completely strung up. Shiro squeezed his ass cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing his hole. His cool breath against Keith’s skin made him shiver.
The first wet touch against his hole had Keith jerking forward; an impulse to get away from a strange, new sensation.
“Hold still.” Shiro growled and slapped Keith’s flank before diving back in.
He wasted no time in getting his tongue as deep as possible, and Keith pushed against the armrest to steady himself. Shiro's fingers burned where they gripped the meat of Keith's ass, spreading him wide while Shiro devoured him. Keith’s discomfort quickly shifted into pleasure as Shiro opened him up, probing his insides and sucking at his rim. The noises Shiro made were obscene and almost embarrassing if it weren't for how good he was making Keith feel.
Keith panted hard as the tongue inside him was joined by a thick finger.
“Oh -!” Keith gasped and quickly covered his mouth.
“Ah, the first sound of the night.” Shiro laughed darkly. “Let's see if we can't get a few more, huh?”
Shiro pressed his finger down and then dragged it back and Keith moaned.
“Ooh, there it is.” Shiro purred, doing it again and again.
Keith’s hard cock began to drip onto the sofa with every other pull of Shiro's fingers. He dropped his head to rest on his forearms, putting himself properly ass-up. When he reached for his cock, Shiro slapped his hand away.
“Nuh uh, you've touched yourself enough.” Shiro bit Keith's ass, making him hiss. “It's my turn.”
Shiro fingered Keith open until his brain had properly turned to mush. He couldn't remember the prep ever taking this long in the videos he'd seen, but Keith chalked that up to editing. Shiro was three fingers in by Keith's count, when he pulled back with a slap to Keith's ass.
“I think you're ready.” Shiro grunted, voice rough. “Come here.”
Shiro stepped away from the couch and Keith summoned all his remaining brainpower to get himself to sit back on his heels and listen to Shiro's instructions. He got up shakily and followed Shiro to the desk.
“Alright Keith, I'm gonna have you come bend over this desk.” Shiro tapped the spot and gave his thick cock a long stroke before unwrapping a condom and rolling it on.
Keith gulped. He went to the end of the desk and put his hands on the cool wood, body only slightly bent.
Shiro sucked his teeth and pushed Keith fully down on top of the desk with his hand between Keith's shoulder blades.
“You were being so good, Keith. Don't fight me now.”
Keith shivered. He listened as Shiro shifted behind him and then there was a camera on the desk in front of his face. The viewscreen was directed their way so Keith could see his own expression and he burned. He couldn't believe how fucked he looked and they hadn't even started.
“When I start on you, I want you to look in that camera, okay Keith?”
Keith nodded.
The clicking of a bottle sounded behind him and Keith unconsciously spread his legs.
“Ohh, someone's eager.” Shiro teased.
Keith glared back at him, but Shiro was preoccupied with directing a camera at his own cock - Keith’s hole as the backdrop.
“You ready for your very first cock?” Shiro said sweetly, tapping the wide head against his open hole.
Keith tensed on impulse and Shiro tsked, rubbing the head against his hole with more insistence.
“Just relax.” Shiro said, pressing gently against him. “Breathe, kid. And bare down.”
Keith took a shaky breath and focussed on releasing that tension and suddenly Shiro slipped in.
“Fuck-!” Keith gasped and tensed up again, trapping the head of Shiro’s cock just inside him.
“Ohhh, nuh uh uh, Keith, keep loose for me.” Shiro slowly circled his hips. “Open up.”
Keith gripped the sides of the desk and ground his teeth together. His hole was burning and the edge of the desk was digging into his hips.
“And look at that camera, kid, come on.” Shiro squeezed his ass and Keith looked forward with a curse. “Good boy.” Shiro purred and slid inside a little deeper.
Keith groaned as he felt the blunt head of Shiro’s cock burrow inside him. He was moving so slow that the burn was beginning to even out until all that was left was the deep ache of being filled.
“How’s it feel?” Shiro growled.
“Big.” Keith squeaked, scrambling onto his elbows to better support himself.
Shiro chuckled, pulling out a little before pushing deeper. “You’re definitely tight, you weren’t lying huh?”
Shiro wondered if he wasn’t far off - if this really was Keith’s first time. The way he trembled and whined went straight to Shiro’s dick.
Shiro set up the camera he was holding on the standing tripod so he could use both hands to spread Keith’s cheeks and watch his fat cock disappear between them. Keith’s skin was smooth and pink from a deep flush that had spread down his back to his ass. Shiro cursed as he bottomed out, taking a moment to circle his hips and grind down into Keith’s body.
“Ohhhhh fuuuuuck -!” Keith moaned, dropping fully onto his stomach.
Shiro smiled, pulling all the way out before plunging back inside. Keith's back was toned and glistening with sweat; his shoulders flexed as he gripped the sides of the desk, moaning long and deep as he took Shiro’s cock. His head fell to the side, pressing his cheek to the hard cool wood, giving Shiro a perfect view of the beautiful blush that had fallen over his cheekbones, matching perfectly to the shade of his back and asscheeks.
"Look into the camera, beautiful." Shiro chuckled with a snap of his hips.
With great effort, Keith obeyed, returning to his position on his elbows, hands splayed against the desk. Shiro could tell he wanted to hold onto something.
"You're doing such a good job, baby." Shiro groaned. "Just a little longer like this, then we'll try something else."
Keith nodded, whining loud when Shiro pressed in deep and stayed there, grinding his hips in a sinful circle.
"Fuck, your ass is tight." Shiro groaned. “Don’t even wanna pull out. You’re so hot.”
“Thought you said we were gonna fuck.” Keith threw a challenging look over his shoulder and Shiro laughed haughtily.
“Oh, you’re gonna regret that.” Shiro chuckled, pulling out and slamming back in, making Keith’s body jolt against the desk. “I was trying to take it easy on you, but it sounds like you want your ass to sting.”
Shiro grabbed Keith over his hip bones, holding him steady so he could jackhammer into him. Keith’s groans timed up with the sound of the desk hitting the wall and their skin slapping together.
“Oh fuck - fuck!” Keith gasped, clutching at the sides of the desk.
Shiro grabbed his hair and pulled, wrenching his head back. Keith gasped and moaned, mouth open and eyes squeezed shut.
“You’re such a brat.” Shiro sneered, slamming into him over and over. “You come in here - act all innocent - then deep throat like a whore and beg to get fucked.”
Shiro shifted forward on his next stroke and Keith gasped suddenly, clutching his arm and scrambling beneath him.
“Oh yeah?” Shiro chuckled, hitting that spot again. “Right there?”
“Yeah -” Keith whined, squirming under Shiro’s weight. “Oh my god, what the fuck?!”
Shiro laughed, letting go of Keith’s hair to grab his ass and hold him still while he rearranged his insides. “That’s it, kid, there you go. We’ll turn you into a bottom, yet.”
Keith couldn’t believe how good it felt. The stretch of Shiro’s cock - the weight of him inside - the ache of his hands on his body. Keith’s dick was so painfully hard, he thought he might come just from the sensation of his cock tapping against the desk with every one of Shiro’s thrusts.
“Please, Shiro - I wanna come!” Keith begged despite himself but Shiro only laughed.
“You wanna come? Already?”
Keith whined.
“God, you’re such a brat.” Keith jolted as Shiro’s hand came down on his ass. “You can come whenever you want, but we’re not done until I’m done.”
Keith shivered, fighting the urge to reach for his cock.
“First rule of porn, kid. You have to get the money shot.”
Shiro pulled out suddenly and Keith was livid.
“Relax.” Shiro sneered, slapping his ass again. “Stand up.”
Keith barely got up off the desk when Shiro spun him around and tipped him backwards, lying on his back on the desk.
“Wanna see your face.” Shiro smiled, tossing the camera on Keith’s stomach for a moment so he could grab Keith’s legs and fold him in half.
With Keith’s ankles on his shoulders, Shiro could wrap his arms around his thighs, hold the camera with one hand and reposition himself with the other.
Keith whined. Properly whined, as Shiro fucked back into him. Because of their height difference, when Shiro pulled him onto his cock, Keith’s ass came up off the desk putting him at the perfect angle to nail his prostate dead on with 100% of his force.
“Oh my god, Shiro!” Keith cried, clawing at Shiro’s thighs. “Fuck! Right there, oh fuck!”
Shiro’s pace was brutal. With every thrust he punched sounds out of Keith he didn’t know he was capable of making. At this angle, Keith had zero control. At least with his feet on the ground he could push back or move away. Laying back with his legs spread and Shiro above him, he was completely at his partner’s mercy.
“Fuck, you look good.” Shiro groaned, keeping the camera pointed at Keith’s face. “You’re made for this.”
Keith shook his head, not knowing which statement he disagreed with.
“Why don’t you touch yourself. Play with those nipples for me.”
Keith’s hand drifted up his stomach to his chest. He tweaked one nipple, then the other - moaning loudly.
“That’s it -” Shiro let go of Keith’s leg to pet down Keith’s body to hold his face, dipping his thumb into Keith’s mouth. “You’ve got such a pretty mouth.”
Keith sucked on Shiro’s fingers, thankful to occupy his mouth with something other than embarrassing sounds. Shiro’s cock felt so big inside. Keith thought that if he put his hand on his stomach he’d feel Shiro’s thrusts. The idea made him shiver.
“Can’t decide where I wanna finish.” Shiro gasped as he abused Keith’s hole. “In your ass or on your pretty face.”
Keith moaned and sucked Shiro’s fingers. In the back of his mind, he wondered what the metal ones tasted like. Up until now, Shiro had mostly used that hand to hold the camera. Keith wanted it around his throat. The idea filled his mind and it was all Keith could think about. He blindly reached for Shiro and whined, only managing to get ahold of his elbow.
“What is it, brat?” Shiro laughed, slowing his thrusts to a deep grind.
“Your hand -” Keith choked, tugging on Shiro’s arm. “I want it - I want your hand.”
“You have my hand.” Shiro chuckled, pinching Keith’s cheek.
“No, no -” Keith shook his head, face burning. “The other one.”
Shiro froze. Keith whined, choking up at the thought that he’d offended Shiro and he was about to stop fucking him.
“I’m -” Keith gasped wetly, about to apologize before Shiro quickly withdrew his hand to set up the camera on the standing tripod.
“Tell me when you’re getting close -” Shiro spoke softly, breaking character to actually talk to him. “- so I can grab the camera again. Wanna get your face when you come.”
Keith nodded quickly, knowing this little sidebar would probably get lost in post.
Shiro’s face shifted to a sinful smile and Keith knew they were back on. His flesh hand held Keith’s leg to his chest while his other trailed up Keith’s stomach. The metal was cold against Keith’s skin and goosebumps broke out over his chest and arms.
“You want this, huh?” Shiro growled, pinching Keith’s nipple with unforgiving fingers.
Keith arched off the desk, gasping as Shiro’s cock ground up against his prostate while metal fingers worked his nipples. But it wasn’t enough - wasn’t what he really wanted.
Keith shook his head desperately.
“No?” Shiro laughed, pulling his hand back to casually grope Keith’s raging erection. “This right here says otherwise.”
Keith bit into his bottom lip, forcing himself to stay on task despite how badly he wanted to come.
“No -!” Keith gasped, clutching at Shiro’s hand. “Here.” Keith tugged him back up his body to his neck. “Here.”
Shiro’s fingers spread across Keith’s collarbones and Keith dropped his head back against the desk. Shiro’s hand was so wide - the metal arm so cold and unforgiving. Keith shivered as blunt fingers moved slowly up his neck and closed around his throat.
“Yes!” Keith whined, circling his hips and clawing at Shiro’s thighs. “Please, Shiro!”
Shiro growled and fucked back into Keith just as his fingers squeezed down on Keith’s pulse. It was all Keith could do to let his eyes roll back and let go as he was properly fucked.
“You’re such a slut.” Shiro panted, slamming into Keith’s ass over and over. “Bet you’d do this all day if you could. You’re made for it, too.”
Shiro dropped his flesh hand to Keith’s dick and squeezed around the head. Keith thrashed under him, clawing at Shiro’s arm and thigh.
“Fuck!” Keith hissed as Shiro nailed him. “I’m close, so close! Please Shiro!”
Shiro scrambled to grab the camera, getting the perfect angle so he could see Keith’s body and face.
“Yeah, baby? You gonna come on my cock?” Shiro smiled, holding Keith’s hips with one hand and the camera with the other.
“Oh my god, yeah -” Keith gasped wetly, frantically grabbing at himself and stroking along with Shiro’s thrusts. “Oh, fuck - fuck - I’m gonna come, I’m gonna -!”
All his awareness zeroed down to Shiro’s cock in his ass. His orgasm hit like a truck - slamming into him and pulsing through his body.
“Oh yeah baby, fuck yeah.” Shiro groaned watching Keith come across his stomach and chest. “Look at you.”
Keith whined as he finished himself off, giving himself one last tug before dropping his cock and falling back onto the desk. He’d only just tipped into oversensitivity when Shiro cursed.
“My turn, kid, get on your knees.” Shiro groaned, pulling out and dragging Keith up off the desk and onto his knees in front of him.
Keith tore off the condom and impaled himself on Shiro’s dick. He knew desperation looked good on camera but fuck if he didn’t feel it. After everything there was nothing Keith wanted more than Shiro’s cum.
“Yeah, kid, you’re so hot like that.” Shiro grabbed the back of Keith’s head, gripping him by his hair and pulling him down roughly on his cock. “Yeah, baby, take it. Look up at me.”
Keith blinked up at the camera, eyes full of tears. Shiro groaned deeply, twitching in Keith’s mouth once before wrenching him back off his cock and coming in thick ropes across his face. Keith was quick to grab Shiro’s cock, stroking him to completion just to feel how he pulsed in his hand. Shiro petted through Keith’s hair, mouth agape and breathing hard.
“Great job, kid.” Shiro praised, running his thumb across Keith’s bottom lip. “Stay like that, let me see you.”
Keith followed Shiro’s thumb with his tongue. Shiro groaned, swiping some of his cum into Keith’s mouth and cursing as Keith sucked it off shamelessly.
Keith’s eyes began to dip as exhaustion snuck up on him. Shiro leaned back against the desk, buttoning up his pants. He was still fully dressed and Keith burned with the awareness that he was completely naked and covered in cum.
“Well.” Shiro huffed, catching his breath. “I’d say that went perfect, what do you think?”
Keith nodded his head, moving to cover himself with his hands and maintain some modesty - suddenly shy.
Shiro smiled. “I can’t wait to show this to my producers. I think you’re gonna get some good news very soon.”