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Kyouji fiddles with the contents of one of the enormous boxes, looking around for anything valuable. He spots something metallic hiding under a pile of CD albums. A CD player? He pulls it out and gasps at his discovery.
“Look, Satomi - I bet you’ve never used this before since you’re so young." He holds up his find, an old digital camera from the early 2000s. They definitely don’t make ‘em like this anymore. If he charged it and found an old SD card, he was sure he could use it again…
“I’ve seen one of those before, y’know. I’m not an infant,” Satomi replies with barely-veiled contempt.
“What would you know about this? And you might as well be a baby.”
“If I’m a baby, what are you?”
“A cradle robber, of course.”
Satomi just gives him that blank expression, the twitch in his left eye the only confirmation that he’s annoyed him. Mission accomplished!
“Have you ever watched POV porn?”
Satomi moves his face from Kyouji’s crotch, dropping his cock from his mouth like he’s spitting out boiled, tasteless vegetables. “What?”
“C’mon, Satomi-kun, y’heard me.”
Satomi’s face flushes at his insinuation. He’s already tinged a shade of pink from the cheap air con unit in his apartment, but the tips of his ears burn at Kyouji’s question.
“W-well, yeah, a few times.”
“You ever seen the ones where they act like they don’t want it?”
Satomi meets Kyouji’s gaze at that line of questioning. “...Yeah.”
“Wanna try it?”
He ponders for a moment before hesitantly agreeing. Kyouji gets up and snatches the camera - now fully charged with a new SD card - from his side table. He turns it on and sits back down. Before he can start filming, Satomi makes a glum expression.
“What?” Kyouji asks, perplexed by his reaction.
“Please…don’t just film my face…”
“Why not? It’s only for me. No one else will see it.” He pouts at Satomi.
“Promise you won’t only film my face the whole time.”
“Okay, okay, I promise.”
Satomi nods at that, getting comfortable on his knees to go back to work on him. He wraps his lips around his cock as Kyouji starts recording. Kyouji leans back, angling so only Satomi’s lips are visible as excess saliva drips from his mouth. It trickles in a thin rivulet down his chin. Then Kyouji raises the camera slightly higher, catching the tip of Satomi’s nose in the frame as it nuzzles against the dark, coarse hair near the base. He holds the camera with one hand as his other flies behind Satomi’s head, gripping his silky hair. He forces him to take his cock all the way to the back of his throat, squeezing around him and making Kyouji gasp. He’s doing his best to hold back from blowing his load too soon, but it’s not easy.
He adjusts the focus so he can capture the tears streaming down his cheeks, his body reflexively protecting him as he gags on Kyouji’s girth. He looks so pretty like this, his mouth full of Kyouji’s cock. He hums as low, strangled noises escape Satomi’s throat. Kyouji is left with a terrible choice - he can either put the camera closer to pick up on the noises or leave it where it is to get a good shot of his face.
Satomi's eyes glance up as he tries to pull away. Kyouji presses him closer, cooing at him. “Don't worry. I'm not filming your face.”
Not yet.
Satomi gags around him again, his throat tightening. Kyouji groans, bucking his hips to drive himself deeper inside his mouth. His viscous saliva makes the glide incredible, encasing him in warmth and wetness. As his climax approaches, he carefully changes the angle to catch Satomi's expression - dazed eyes, snot dribbling from his nose, saliva dripping down his chin as he nearly chokes on Kyouji’s cum.
“Say ‘ah’,” Kyouji instructs.
Satomi pops off and opens his mouth, the thick, opaque semen resting in a glob on his tongue.
“Swallow,” Kyouji murmurs. He zooms in, the camera making an obvious click-click-click noise as it records Satomi’s Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “Good boy.”
He stops the video, setting the camera down on the bed as Satomi gets up off his knees.
“Are we done?”
“Not even close.”
Kyouji holds onto the camera with one hand as Satomi covers his face with both hands. He’s sure parts of the video will be ruined by his own huffs and puffs while Satomi's quiet moans of pleasure are drowned out. He focuses instead on the spot where they’re connected, the way Satomi's hole won’t let him go, even when he pulls away. He's gripping him like a vice, greedily swallowing him back up with every thrust.
He uses his other hand to tweak one of his little, pink nipples. He scratches at the bud until it hardens to a pebble. Satomi’s moans grow louder, his hands useless against the sounds slipping from his parted lips.
“Yeah, let it out,” Kyouji teases. “I wanna hear Satomi-kun make noise.”
“It’s fucking embarassing.”
Satomi sniffles as his hand wipes at his tear-streaked cheeks. Kyouji’s eyes trail down to his lower half, following with the camera so he can film Satomi's cock leaking profusely against his stomach.
“Touch yourself for me,” Kyouji bids.
“...No,” he whimpers.
“I won’t do it. I promise.”
There’s silence as Satomi contemplates his level of trust in Kyouji; he hopes it’s pretty high.
“F-fine.”
Satomi’s hand trails down his torso, wrapping around his length and stroking at a slow pace. Kyouji changes the orientation to vertical, using both hands to film his torso and cock in the frame at once. He’s constantly switching between looking at the captured video of the camera and the view in front of him, torn between which is better. The desire in his lower belly aches, rapidly building up. It doesn’t help that Satomi is flushed from his cheeks to his upper neck, bite marks and hickies blooming across his pecs and stomach as his chest rapidly rises and falls.
“Kyou-Kyouji, I’m close.”
Kyouji thrusts his cock in and out faster, helping him reach his peak. He wants to see it, sear it into his brain (and the memory card) when his pretty, sweet face helplessly contorts from the euphoria washing over him, from Kyouji fucking him so good. Satomi’s hand fists his cock so quickly it’s practically a blur on the video. Kyouji switches to using one hand to hold the camera, adjusting the view so he can get a good shot as Satomi's cum splatters onto his stomach in thin streams, his slim body trembling from the aftershocks.
He aims the camera towards his face and his mouth is agape as he catches his breath, his eyes clouded over with lust and an obscene level of satisfaction. His skin is blotchy from crying, but that only makes Kyouji’s dick twitch, still buried inside Satomi’s sensitive, tight hole.
He pauses his movements, catching his own breath. It’s been a while since he went this hard for this long. Satomi, sensing his exhaustion, flips over on the bed so Kyouji can fuck him from behind instead. Kyouji fumbles with the camera, looking for the perfect angle as he switches back to a horizontal orientation.
Satomi’s hole twitches in anticipation, his hips moving side to side for the camera. Fuck. Kyouji takes his time slipping in and out of him, admiring the way his hole sucks him up like it doesn’t wanna let go.
“Kyoo-fi, fuh muh,” he says, muffled by the pillow in his face.
“I can’t hear you, Satomi-kun~”
Satomi groans. “I said, fuck me.”
Kyouji doesn’t waste time with words, choosing to slam all the way to the hilt instead. Satomi cries out, turning his head away from the camera as he moans unabashedly. All it takes is one orgasm and he loses his usual inhibitions. Kyouji watches his ass bounce with every roll of his hips, captivated by the lewd visual - he’s so captivated he almost forgets to keep recording. He holds onto his waist with his free hand, filming Satomi’s ass as it shakes from the force of his thrusts.
This position is easier on him physically, but it also brings him closer to cumming. He moves at a languid pace for a bit in an attempt to savor the moment. Soon Satomi is impatiently fucking himself on his cock, egging him to go faster. Kyouji’s head tilts back as he watches, letting go of his waist and capturing Satomi desperately throwing his ass back on camera. The pit of arousal in his lower abdomen is throbbing, pulsing as he brings him over the edge.
“Oh, Satomi-kun, I'm gonna come. Fuck, gonna come inside you.”
“Please, no…”
“I'm gonna fill your cute little hole with my cum, Satomi-kun.”
Kyouji’s hips stutter to a halt as he dumps his load deep inside of Satomi’s willing hole. He pulls out and adjusts the camera to catch the way his hole is gaped to the girth of his cock; it's an angry pink color, the sight especially enticing in contrast to Satomi’s delicate, pale flesh. He clenches a few times and Kyouji's cum leaks out slowly, catching on the fine, dark hairs around his rim. It dribbles onto his perineum and balls until it stains the sheets.
“Beautiful,” Kyouji murmurs. He uses his free hand to stuff his cum back inside, ensuring he captures every drip on film. Satomi's so sensitive that he moans from the overstimulation.
“Had fun?” he taunts.
Satomi groans, turning around and facing the camera head-on in his annoyance. “Die.”
Kyouji stops recording and saves his precious movie, placing the camera back on the side table. This will be fun to watch later - definitely not together, though.