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Skott walks into the room and freezes. Reca was sitting on their bed, legs crossed. He was wearing trousers and a shirt with a yellow tie. His red eyes were fixed on the other man, never leaving his gaze.
Skott lowered his glasses slightly to check if his eyes were deceiving him.
At least he counted three camera lenses: one on the side of the bed, one in front of the bed, and one on the headboard. Just to be sure, Skott checked the ceiling, but he was relieved to find that it was empty.
"What is this...?" he asked. "I thought we were going to fuck today, as always but you invited me to shoot a movie with you? Was that your surprise?" Skott frowned a little.
Reca smiled condescendingly and shook his head, closing his eyes. He beckoned Skott with his finger.
The man could only raise his eyebrows in perplexity in response to this, but he still came over, sitting on the bed next to Reca.
The director reaches out to his face to kiss him softly. Skott flinches a little at the surprise, but he responds to the kiss by clumsily opening his mouth.
Reca mumbles softly as he pulls away.
"Today I would like you to show all your emotions one hundred percent..." He said, stroking Skott's cheek. "Can you do that for me...?
"Uh..." Skott nervously looked around the room, glancing at the camera lenses. " I'll try my best but... What's all this about?"
"It's simple," Reca said. "I want to capture you and your most beautiful moments, let's call it... A new experience of art," he leaned in closer and closer to Skott with each word, until Skott was lying on his back.
"You... You're crazy..." he breathes out. "It's... It's perversion!"
"Is that so?" he looks a little offended, but he still looms over the man and continues talking right in his ear. "And when you stand in front of me on all fours in one collar, is that also perversion?"
Skott wants to swear, but he immediately slowly melts under the gentle teasing touches of Reca as his hand slowly strokes behind his ear. Skott's face relaxes, and his mouth spreads into a blissful smile. "But actually, you're right..." He reaches for other man's touch and rubs against his hand.
Reca grins and nuzzles against Skott's neck.
"Will you be my superstar, Skott?" he whispers.
The man hums in satisfaction in response.
"Only because you asked so kindly," he rolls his eyes and tries to look casual, even though he's not doing well.
His whole body was covered with goosebumps, and his heart was pounding loudly in his chest.
No matter how hard he tried to look stubborn, his body was constantly betraying him by giving itself to this person.
Reca kisses him again, this time ripping the glasses off and throwing them back. The objections melt into the kiss, and Skott finally gives in.
Reca straddle his hips and pull off his casual T-shirt.
He bends over his neck and slowly sucks and licks the skin on it, sinking lower to his thin collarbone.
"Look at the camera..." Reca whispers between kisses. He covers one of the nipples with his mouth, nibbling and licking it.
Skott slowly turns his head to the right and squints.
"I can't... I can't do it..." he moans pitifully, and his eyes meet Reca's who looks at him from under his brow.
Reca raises his hand to slowly stroke his cheek.
"There's no better reward for me than your emotions," he says, gently kissing Skott's chin and neck. "Will you do it? For me?"
Skott grunts and shakes his head, but he's too affected by the other man's touch. He hesitates for a moment before finally turning his head to the right.
"Good boy," Reca praises him and gives him one last kiss on his skinny shoulder before moving lower to his stomach. He slides down until his knees touch the floor. The man grabs Skott by the hips and pulls him towards him, making him cry out. Reca looks back, making sure that the camera has caught the right angle.
"I hope you're still looking at the camera," Reca purred, slowly pulling off Skott's shorts and underpants.
"Huh? Um, yeah..." Skott says softly, turning his head back to the camera. He sighs as the air brushes against his skin. He's completely vulnerable to Reca, lying there with his ass bare and his cock hard.
Reca kisses the inside of his thighs, resting Skott's leg on his shoulder.
Skott exhales through clenched teeth, each gentle tease causing his cock to throb painfully, begging for attention. But Reca is in no hurry. He spreads his buttocks to touch his anus with his lips, slowly circling it with his tongue.
Skott yelps and pushes himself up on his elbows. He clutches the sheets and shakes with each new kiss and lick.
"Relax..." Reca mutters and clicks his tongue on his hole. "I want to feel you whole."
Skott reluctantly leans back and allows himself to relax his muscles, giving more access to the other man.
Reca hums softly under his breath, pushing his tongue deeper and deeper until his nose is pressed against Skott's crotch. He moves his tongue back and forth, almost fucking Skott with it.
Skott moans and snorts above him, flexing and unflexing his toes. He rocks and jerks his hips in time with Reca's thrusts.
"That's it, baby..." He punctuates his praise with another kiss on the twitching ring of muscles, eliciting another series of whimpers from Skott.
"I can't... I want to cum... Fuck me..." He demands, reaching for his own cock. However, Reca gently grabbed his hand, squeezing it lightly.
"And what about the magic word?" He nuzzles into the inside of his thigh and continues to lick his hole, stroking his cock up and down.
"N-now?" Skott says uncertainly. He bites his lips as he feels the movements on his cock.
Reca pulls away with a displeased grunt in a mocking manner.
"Maybe you can think of another good word?" He runs his hand over his stomach, slowly tracing the curves with his fingers, while his other hand continues to stroke him along his entire length.
Skott makes a face and clenches his teeth.
"Please...", he said barely opening his mouth.
"Did you say something? I didn't hear you," Reca said, running his tongue from the tip to the base, and Skott twitched, whining in frustration.
"I... I said please!" He groaned, his hands darting to Reca's hair as he tried to pull him closer. However, the director was relentless: he pulls back and roughly squeezes his thigh, holding Skott in place.
"Please, what?"..
"Please... Please fuck me!" Skott shouted desperately. He moaned pitifully and shifted his hips in place.
"And something else?.." Reca gets up from the floor and looms over the man again.
"Is this not enough?" Skott sobs when Reca stopped.
"Nuh-huh... Try that again..." Reca looks at him. His gaze is demanding and stern, making Skott swallow.
He understands everything perfectly. With trembling hands, he wraps his arms around Reca's neck, pulling him close.
"I... I love you..." His heart skipped a beat as he said it. It was a difficult thing to say, as he rarely uttered these words, sometimes not even understanding their significance.
"I want you to fuck me... Please," he looks away. Usually, they fuck without words or unnecessary foreplay, so Skott just blushes.
Reca nods approvingly and reaches for the bedside table for lube. Skott turns over to his stomach without a word, lowering himself to his chest and sticking out his ass.
"Mmm, perfect," Reca kisses his neck, generously coating his fingers with lube. "Look forward," he points to the camera in front of them. "I want to see your face when you come from my cock..."
Reca lowers his lubricated fingers to Skott's ass, slowly stretching him with each finger.
The man arches his back and moans loudly, yelping at the sudden penetration.
"Faster... Faster," he begs, his cock aching with arousal. "Please."
"Sh... You're doing a great job with me..." He kisses his thigh reassuringly. Finally, Reca pulls its fingers out of him with a loud squelching sound. "Perfect."
He takes off his pants and underwear and presses his cock against his entrance.
"Are you ready?" Reca asks, circling Skott's buttocks with his thumbs.
Skott nods vigorously, and Reca finally slowly enters him.
Both men made slow-drawn moans.
Reca begins his thrusts, gradually increasing his speed.
"Yes, yes, yes," Skott said, throwing his head back in pleasure. "More... More... Please!"
Moans of pleasure merged with loud slaps of flesh against flesh as Reca sped up. He didn't give Skott a chance to breathe, just pressing and fucking him into the mattress. Skott's head spun with arousal. The cameras no longer bothered him, and he moaned in time with Reca's relentless thrusts.
"Fuck..." Skott finally swore, his face pressed into the pillow.
"Like this..." Reca moans in approval, slapping his buttocks. He reaches one hand up to Skott's hair, pulling his head back. "You're amazing."
"A-ah... Reca!" Skott moans long and low, but it's not in pain. Tears well up in his eyes, and his eyebrows furrow. "F-faster... Please," he adds timidly.
Reca loosens his grip on Skott's hair slightly to kiss him. Skott moans and whines loudly when Reca hits his prostate, but he deepens the kiss, muffling his cries.
"You take me so well," Reca whispers between kisses. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to sit down tomorrow..." He releases Skott's head and guides it towards the front camera. "Watch the expression on your face as you come."
Skott obediently tilted his head up to the lens.
"Please... I want to cum," he moans, his hips shaking and trembling as he feels his orgasm approaching.
Reca hums under his breath and kisses him just below the back.
With a final thrust, he enters him fully, cumming.
They both moan in unison as they reach their peak. Skott snorts, his body jerking as he finally ejaculates onto the sheets and his stomach.
He falls onto his stomach, and Reca lies on his back without pulling out of him.
The man comfortingly kisses the back of his head and neck, breathing heavily into his ear.
"Well done..." he whispered, "You did such a great job for me," Reca buries himself in Skott's neck, inhaling his scent.
Skott just hums something into the pillow, making Reca chuckle.
***
Skott feels Reca pushing him inside a public bathroom and lock them up both in a stall.
"What are you doing? I'm going to miss my flight!" Skott shouted in outrage, but Reca stopped him with his lips every time he opened his mouth.
"You won't be late," he breathes between kisses. "Besides..." He reaches into his pocket and gives Skott a flash drive. "This is for you."
The man stares at his hand for a minute, unsure of why he needs the flash drive. When it finally clicks, he gasps, covering his mouth with his hand.
"Is this..." He lowers his voice to a whisper, his cheeks flushing red.
"Uh-huh," Reca makes him sit on the toilet, pushing him slightly, "I've been working on this all this time."
"But why? I thought you were just going to keep it with you..."
"You see, my dear Skott," says Reca, also lowering his voice. "You're going away for a long time, and I don't want you to miss me. What if there's no internet there? How will you cope with your stress? Saying my name while you'll be touching yourself?" He lowers his hand to Skott's crotch, gently massaging it. "I want you to remember everything that we've been through till we meet again."
Skott inhales through his nose, closing his eyes.
"I-I don't even know what to say..." he mumbled. "T-thank you?"
"You're welcome," Reca chuckled, "So how much time we have left before the flight?"
"A-around half an hour," Skott exhaled, giving in.
Reca get his unruly bangs back and slowly got down on his knees.
"That's would enough for us."