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You enter your apartment with a clamor, setting down your cases of gear. You were still brimming with adrenaline after some drunk dipshit tried to strife with you while you were packing your car after the club closed. You dismissed his bruised ego, and now your bruised knuckles were itching for more. You crack them and savor the dull ache as iron-tinged leather stretches over them.
You kick off your shoes and debate harassing Dave for a real strife, but it would probably end up too boring to warrant the effort - lil shit had to be asleep by now, if you haven't woken him by entering. You don't even bother checking the time. It's still night, the AC is sputtering, and you're home with just enough time to wind down before the city wakes up. You pull Lil Cal off your shoulders and sit together on the futon.
You gaze lovingly into his eyes.
No, this won't do. You stand right back up and pace a round about the coffee table. You're still on overdrive, the beat of the club still pulsing through your veins. This pent up energy needs a different outlet, and a particularly exciting idea just struck you. You let impulsivity take the reins.
You quickly dig out the first strap on dildo you can find, and grab a camera off your desk. You spend exactly zero seconds considering the consequences of running on pure instinct. Can you really hold yourself accountable for such a delectable idea if nothing actually bad happens? You won't let the bad thing happen. You're just gonna pester Dave a bit and get some preem footage for the site with Lil Cal making another star appearance. Or maybe this one will just be for your eyes only, since you're volunteering Dave as assistant puppeteer.
You take Cal with you towards Dave's room. You finish fastening the strap-on to stick out from under your unbuttoned pants.
Silently, you nudge open Dave's door. Dead asleep on his belly, blankets kicked off. Perfect. You kiss Cal and flick your tongue across his rosy cheek while you get the handheld cam running. You shoulder Cal off, onto Dave's sleeping body.
"Mmh-?" Dave stirs, not fully awake.
You center Cal on camera as you feel him up. Cal's absolutely giddy and trembling with excitement. You straddle Cal, and by extension Dave's backside.
This fully wakes him up, and Dave struggles to flip over, expecting a strife. "-the fuck? What is this?"
You grip Cal so he doesn't fall, and remain focused on your task of rucking up Cal's shirt, closing in the shot on the way your hands roughly trace over his plush belly.
Dave notices the dildo now, still trying to wiggle out from under you. "Bro, holy shit. Get off."
Dave tries to push Cal off. You slap Dave in return. "Shut the fuck up. Stop movin'." You don't wait to return your attention to Cal.
Dave scowls and pauses for a moment, taking in the scene of you grinding your dick all over Cal's belly. Then tries to make another escape. "Bro this's fucked up-"
You punch him on the jaw. A tap, really. Not even half what you gave the drunk guy earlier.
Dave lets out a noise of surprise and holds his jaw, unsure of what to do. He sucks on his lip. You watch with baited breath while Dave cautiously checks if that just split his lip. Clean. Damn. You just have too much self control.
Really though, all you want is for Dave to stop jostling the camera. This is quality shit right here. "Stop fuckin' movin', else your face'll get in the shot." In any case, the stimulation to your bruised knuckles gets that beat from the club back on time as you resume.
You un-askew Cal and align him over Dave's body again. He's the perfect size to fit right over Dave - aligned at the hips, Cal's head comes to just under Dave's chin. You finish rucking up Cal's shirt again, exposing his soft squishy belly. He's so damn cute it should be illegal. You dig your fingers in.
You pull Cal's legs apart, and roughly wedge yourself between Dave's thighs. You feel Dave consider kicking you with a twitch of his knee, but he quickly changes his mind, just watching as you grope Cal.
Your finger trails down to Cal's zipper. You flick the pull and slide it open a few ticks. You focus in on the opening, fingering it carefully to open it farther. Meticulously, you slide a finger into him, feeling his plushy innards. You wiggle in a second finger, knowing full well that this space belongs to you. You feel a rush of endorphins as you finish sliding the zipper open all the way. You run your hand back up and down Cal's belly again, feeling him brimming with excitement. You let out a soft laugh and pull back to align your strap on with his entrance. Cal shifts a little, unsupported while you're pressing your dick at his entrance.
"Hold'm still," you tell Dave.
"What? No." Dave holds his hands up.
"Might miss if you don't." You let your first thrust fall down and slide against Dave through his boxers. "Woops."
Dave softly grunts and jerks to the side at the sudden contact. He reaches to grab Lil Cal, hesitates, then lets go, before grabbing him again with significantly more conviction than the situation requires.
You focus the camera in on the way his hands squeeze around Cal's torso. The nervous grip has Cal shivering. You don't usually add the film audio, but you poke fun at Dave aloud. "Broes and hoes, I don't believe Lil Cal's gettin' outta that hold."
"Ff-" Dave cuts himself off to recompose. Then retorts, "Doesn't look like you want him getting away."
"Got 'im right where I want 'im." You slide the tip into Cal at a teasing pace, never more sure than you are now. "Hold him open down here, so the zipper doesn't shred me." It's a fine plastic zipper (and a fine silicone cock), but the action makes for better content. Plus, you like showing support for Cal's comfort, too.
Dave doesn't move.
"It's kinda big for him, dude. Help a lil bro out." You're still just teasing Cal's hole at this point. You bite your lip with satisfaction, watching the little zipper pull dangle as you catch the tip against it.
Dave shifts his legs and cautiously reaches down to hook a finger around the edge of Cal's zipper. Then a second finger to scissor it open wider. This time, you don't comment on the way his hand jolts when your cock brushes against it. You and the camera both watch as Lil Cal dutifully takes the entire length. Dave adjusts his hold around Cal to keep him in place as you fully bottom out.
"Th's good." You press your free hand down over the bulge in Cal's filled belly. "Mmh. Hold 'im here." Dave places his other hand over yours, but you yank yours away to use it as support. You pull out and lean forward to thrust in with more control. Dave tries to hide his gasp as he feels you penetrate Cal's belly. On camera, you catch the way his hand rises with each thrust. You're starting to get really wet at the sight of Cal so helpless and debauched. He takes your cock like a champ, as he should.
Dave relaxes a bit and adjusts Cal's leg to drape over his knee. "Fuck yeah," you chuckle out, getting that on camera. Dave holds Cal around the middle again, feeling each thrust fill that small body. Dave even dares to knead at the bulge.
Dave is blushing, but your focus is squarely on that delicate plush body beneath you. You greedily fuck into Cal harder, jostling both of them, and Dave lets out a soft "Mmh-" and moves his legs to accomodate your hips better. You take full advantage of the space to get rougher. Cal can take it. And you love to dish it the fuck out.
You shift your supporting arm to strangle Cal's neck, capturing his blissed out grin as he's pinned against Dave's chest. "Fuckin' attention whore. Look how you're getting off on this." Cal's glassy eyes reflect the red indicator light. You squeeze harder in your excitement, grinding the strap on deeper into Cal, trying to get some stimulation for yourself. Your body is aching for release. "You're fucking mine," you lean in close to whisper.
Dave breathes a little more heavily. You release Cal's neck and slide it down the side of his body. And if the tips of your fingers graze Dave's skin on the way, it's entirely accidental. You rest your hand back on the mattress as you continue fucking Cal senseless for the camera. You're getting sloppy and frantic and light-headed as every nerve is firing off with desire for more, more, more.
Dave raises his hand to caress your elbow and you slow down to a halt. You slowly raise your gaze and lower the camera. Through your shades, you both share a moment of charged eye contact. Dave's soft expression is entirely unguarded. He looks so pliable and innocent beneath you like this. The corner of his mouth you tapped earlier is plump, and his lips are just barely parted. His dewy forehead is holding a strand of hair pointing the wrong direction. Seeing him pulls at something deep in your core.
Your jaw tightens.
A feedback loop amplifies in waves.
Dave's knee lightly nudges against your hip. He licks his lips and opens his mouth to speak,
but you're already gone, flashstepping to the bathroom and shoving your hand down your pants, violently rubbing at your dick and staring at Cal askew on the counter. It hits you fast and strong and you brace your back against the door as you ride it out against your palm with a low groan. Your mind is blissfully clear.
From the other room you hear Dave whining about how that's not fair, calling you an asshole, and throwing something at the door. You don't care. You turn off the camera, put on some music, and start up the shower, ready to wash off the night. You don't spend a single moment thinking about how much you want to break your favourite toy.