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Yoongi adjusts his camera, focusing it on the man – well, boy, really - in front of him, sitting on the edge of the neatly made hotel bed. First name Jeongguk, just turned 20 years old, his application had read. Yoongi stands in front of him and looks through his lens, making sure Jeongguk’s the focal point and the right angle is set.
“You good?”
Jeongguk nods, fluffy hair bouncing with the movement.
“Okay, we’ll start filming now if you’re ready,” Yoongi says, and Jeongguk nods again, and he swings his legs slightly, out of nerves or anticipation or both.
The light on the camera turns red, and they’re recording.
“So,” Yoongi starts off, voice coming from behind the camera. “Why don’t you tell us about yourself, sweetheart?”
Jeongguk visibly blushes at the pet name, and oh, Yoongi immediately thinks, people are going to love him.
“Um, well, hi,” he giggles, nervous. “My name’s Jeongguk.”
“Jeongguk,” Yoongi repeats. “What a pretty name for a pretty boy.”
Jungkook grins and his cheeks are pink, bottom lip bitten by adorable bunny teeth.
“Really? I mean, a-am I pretty?” he asks coyly, eyes downcast but looking up from underneath his lashes. He’d had some makeup put on – light eyeshadow, smokey liner, some concealer for blemishes and gloss to bring out his doll-like lips. Yoongi smirks when he thinks about how all that effort will be ruined soon.
“Of course,” Yoongi says, and brings the camera closer, so he’s standing and Jeongguk is looking up with big, brown doe-eyes.
He sees how close the camera is and gets embarrassed, grinning and looking away, briefly covering his face. A lot of people will put on the shy, innocent act, knowing it’ll get viewers, but with Jeongguk it seems completely natural, and Yoongi’s sure a lot of people will like that. Yoongi included, if his cock twitching with interest in his jeans is any evidence.
Yoongi places a hand on Jeongguk’s cheek, feeling the warmth and softness of his skin beneath his palm. He gently lifts the boy’s face and uses a thumb to stroke across that plump bottom lip. Jeongguk’s mouth automatically purses around the digit, enveloping Yoongi’s thumb in wet, hot heat.
Yoongi’s breath hitches and Jeongguk detaches his mouth with a popping sound, embarrassed. Yoongi watches as his cheeks heat up again, and Yoongi moves his hand back.
“Sorry,” Jeongguk murmurs, looking past the camera at Yoongi.
“Don’t be sorry, baby,” Yoongi tuts, then chuckles. “You can’t help that you’re so desperate for something in your mouth.”
Jeongguk giggles, and even though he still seems shy, something more mischievous bubbles underneath his expression.
“Am I right?” Yoongi enquires.
Jeongguk nods again.
“Are you looking forward to your first scene?”
“Yeah, I am,” Jeongguk says, looking eagerly up at Yoongi. His eyes are wide and sparkling, sweet and innocent, youthful face delicately flushed. Yoongi feels like a dirty old man. “A lot.”
“A lot, huh?” Yoongi repeats, smirking, and Jeongguk laughs. “Well, I’m sure everyone watching this feels the same way.”
Jeongguk looks at the camera again, like he’s only just remembered he’s being filmed, and gives a small grin.
“I hope so.”
Yoongi hums.
“So,” he drawls. “How about showing our viewers what they can look forward to? Such a gorgeous face must have a body to go with it.”
That slight mischievous expression is back again, and he grins cutely, tilting his head at Yoongi.
“How do you want me?”
Yoongi can’t help the almost groan that rumbles in his throat at the request – the boy’s submissive nature making his interest perk (and his cock).
“Stand up and strip. I’ll tell you what to do.”
Jeongguk stands up, smiling, and he looks adorable with all that messy dark hair framing his sweet face, some falling into his eyes. He looks into the camera as he strips off his sweater, pulling the material off his body and revealing a small, slim waist and prominent hipbones, all lean muscle and broad shoulders with lightly defined arms. His skin soft and golden, not a flaw in sight.
“I was right - gorgeous,” Yoongi murmurs and Jeongguk brightens at the compliment. It seems he likes being praised, Yoongi notes. “You work out a lot?”
“Yep,” Jeongguk says as he takes off his shoes and socks to remove his jeans, a teasing look on his face as he undoes the button and zipper, pulling them down, revealing Calvin Klein’s along with the slight bulge of his erection.
His legs are long and slim except for his thighs, which are thick and athletic looking, and – fuck, his legs are smooth and hairless. Yoongi feels a flare of arousal at the sight, aching to touch the soft skin in front of him.
“Do you shave?”
“No,” Jeongguk shakes his head, giggling. “I wax.”
“Just your legs?” Yoongi can’t help as the questions escapes his lips, curious for the answer.
“No,” he says again, and Yoongi raises an eyebrow. “Everywhere.”
Yoongi feels his dick pulse and he lets out an involuntary curse, Jeongguk grinning that damn bunny grin again at Yoongi’s reaction.
“Turn around,” he says gruffly, and Jeongguk obeys, turning so Yoongi can film his ass. “Pull your boxers down.”
Yoongi’s pulse is racing as Jeongguk does and he doesn’t think he’s ever been so turned on filming an actor or actress before. Jeongguk pulls his boxers down, wiggling his ass as he does so, and Yoongi groans when they’re off, his ass plump and round and fucking perfect, just like the rest of him.
Jeongguk reaches behind himself to grab his ass, playing with the cheeks so they bounce and jiggle and Yoongi is rock hard, cock hurting from how much he wants to fuck that perfect ass. But that’s not his job. He’s allowed to touch though, and he does, not able to stop himself from reaching out a hand and grabbing one cheek, squeezing the soft, supple flesh so hard that Jeongguk yelps.
The noise Jeongguk makes riles something up in Yoongi, needing to hear more, so he slaps his ass this time, watching in satisfaction the way the flesh moves with the movement, a red mark blooming, Jeongguk moaning at the action.
“Fucking perfect,” Yoongi says. “Bend over the bed.”
Jeongguk does, bending over and arching his back and Yoongi gets on his knees behind him, filming his pretty pink hole. His mouth waters.
“Christ,” he grunts, thumbing over his hole, loving the way Jeongguk whimpers and jerks, his hole twitching. “I’d love to eat you out.”
Yoongi can’t help the stream of filth that spills from his mouth, but Jeongguk doesn’t seem to mind as his face presses against the duvet and whines.
“You’d like that too, wouldn’t you? I’m so hard for you, angel. Are you hard too?”
Jeongguk nods, his breath hitching in response, face still against the bed.
“God, you’re wrecked already and you haven’t even been fucked,” Yoongi chuckles. “Lie on the bed. I wanna see your cock.”
Jeongguk does, manoeuvring himself so he’s splayed on top of the bed, white sheets contrasting beautifully with his golden skin. His cock is perfect, of course, curving against his flat stomach, flushed and sticky pre-cum gathering at the tip.
“Gorgeous,” Yoongi murmurs, shifting and filming Jeongguk so that the camera rakes up his body, taking all of him in while Jeongguk seems to glow under the praise. Yoongi stands at the edge of the bed and holds the camera steady. “Touch yourself, baby.”
Yoongi unconsciously licks his lips when Jeongguk runs a finger up his cock, gathering a swipe of pre-cum and lifting the finger towards his mouth, licking it teasingly. Jeongguk moans softly at the taste and Yoongi wants to moan too.
“Tease,” Yoongi growls, and Jeongguk giggles in affirmation.
Jeongguk spits into his palm, wet and sloppy with saliva, and wraps a hand around his cock. His cock is slightly on the small side, however Yoongi finds it cute, and he imagines other people will to.
Jeongguk’s hips jerk upwards as he thrusts into the tightness of his fist, and Yoongi adjusts the camera to capture it all.
“Where else do you like to be touched?” Yoongi asks over the sound of Jeongguk’s tiny whimpers.
“My nipples,” he says quietly, a hand already grazing upwards towards his chest.
He pinches one and hisses, squirming on the sheets as the cock on his hand gets faster, twisting around his erection and squeezing. His thick, perfect thighs are shaking slightly, and his brows are furrowed together while he pleasures himself, playing with his nipples and his cock as pretty moans fall from his pouty pink lips.
“You’re so sensitive, aren’t you?” Yoongi drawls, climbing onto the bed so the camera is above Jeongguk, not wanting to miss anything. “You look like you’re going to come soon.”
Jeongguk nods and whines, soft hair flopping over his forehead, and he takes the fingers that were pinching his nipple into his mouth instead. He fits two in between his lips, hollowing his cheeks and closing his eyes, lashes dark and spikey against his flushed cheekbones. The fingers trail down his body, behind the hand jerking his cock and in between his spread legs, and Jeongguk bites his lip on a cry and throws his head back as his fingers push into his hole, cock spurting and muscles pulsing, coming instantly. He writhes against the bed and lets out a sob as he milks the last of his cum, chest rising and falling with his panting breaths.
Yoongi lets the camera scan across his body – his long legs, softening cock, flat stomach coated with cum, nipples pink from where he’d been touching them, and finally his face, mouth open and cute bunny teeth on display, eyes half-lidded and complexion dewy with small beads of sweat as strands of hair stick to his face.
He looked ruined, and beautiful, and all from his own hands. Yoongi can’t wait to see how he falls apart under someone else’s.