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Lin Ling shrugged his coat off, letting it slip off his shoulders and land on the couch. He flopped down with a groan, burying his face into the rough, wearied fabric. I can't believe Cheng assigned so much work to me today. He was supposed to be streaming tonight, but all he wanted to do was curl up in bed and maybe die, just a little. He tugged on his short, messy brown hair. He still had a few hours before his stream. Maybe he could relax a little- watch one of Moon's interviews on the new place she had visited, or something! Yeah, that would be good. His beautiful, intelligent, brave goddess Moon always had a way of calming him down.
But first… where did I put my phone? He sat up, rubbing his temples for a moment as he glanced around his apartment, which he preferred to call homey and definitely not a hot mess. It wasn't much, but it was his, and that was more than enough for him. He worried his lower lip between his teeth. In his rush to get out the door, he had accidentally left his phone at home today. It had just slipped his mind until he patted his pockets down on his short lunch break and realized he couldn't feel the familiar weight of it there.
His phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, right next to his discarded plate from breakfast. Right! He pushed himself off the couch and headed over, slipping into his seat as he picked it up-
And almost immediately dropped it as if it were on fire. He stared at his phone screen, his mouth hanging open. "Whathefuck." He breathed, unable to take his eyes off the screen. Was he hallucinating? No, he had to be dreaming! Or maybe having a nightmare. Maybe both. Maybe all.
Mr. Perfect:
Hello. I heard you do sex toy reviews.
Would you like to review me?
…That sounds like a terrible pickup line. I'm asking if you would like to collab.
Because- ha-ha- there was no way in hell the fifteenth-ranked porn streamer in the entire WORLD would ever reach out to him for a collab, right? This had to be some stupid joke-
RIGHT!?
I mean, I'm just a small streamer. There's no way in hell he even knows I exist. This has to be a prank from someone who made their account look like his. He nodded to himself, smiling a little. He tapped in his passcode, opening up the app to send a laughing emoji back. Just as his thumb hovered over the send button, a new message vibrated his phone.
Mr. Perfect:
You would be compensated, of course. Three thousand, and I'm willing to negotiate for more if you want.
Lin Ling's mouth went dry. He paused, thinking it over for a second. I mean, it wouldn't hurt to check, right? He swallowed. He closed his eyes and clicked on the profile of the person who had messaged him. I'm going to open my eyes, and it's going to be an account made yesterday with, like, zero followers, and then I'll laugh about how silly I was being. Yeah. Yep. That's definitely what's happening.
He slowly creaked a single eye open, squinting at the screen. Heat traveled up his neck. Nope, okay, definitely not a fake. There were way too many zeroes in that number to be a fake. It would cost way, way too much money to buy that many followers. It didn't make sense- both for the obvious reasons (namely, Nice didn't know he existed), and because Nice had never collaborated with anyone else before. He had never even brought a partner in on stream. He was famously a solo streamer. Unless... maybe they made it worth it somehow? Maybe it's a scam, and they get into people's bank accounts to 'give them the money' and then drain it dry. He shuddered. There was no way he was going to let that happen to him.
But...
Three thousand. That was the smallest number they were willing to pay for him to do that, for some reason. If it wasn't a scam, that was two whole months' rent, plus however many tips he would get later from exposure. If it's real, I could quit my day job. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he cracked his other eye open to focus on the screen. His throat bobbed in a swallow. I should... I should look into it, right? Watch some of the videos on this account. Maybe go back to the first and check out when he posted for the first time. Make sure it's not the real account before I clown on those scammers.
Yeah. Right, that's the only reason I want to check out those videos. It's for research purposes.
He clicked on the most recent (free) video, walking back over to his couch as hot anticipation tingled up his spine. He took in a sharp breath, his eyes landing on the gorgeous man on screen. White hair fell down around his face in waves like liquid silk, his sharp, icy blue eyes demanding all of Lin Ling's attention. Like he deserved to be the center of his world.
He was helpless to resist.
His goddamn mouth was tilted up into a confident smirk, conveying just the right amount of amusement mixed with disdain that got Lin Ling's blood running hot for reasons he'd rather not examine. He rolled his thick hips back on a fat dildo, the softest noise escaping his lips. His cock twitched between his legs, dribbling pre-cum down onto the sheets.
He took in a shaky breath, utterly entranced. Hot pleasure warmed his body, a flush starting to travel down his neck to his chest, his own nipples starting to harden.
"You know, I've actually been thinking..." The man started conversationally, his voice shockingly even despite the dildo in his ass. His blood ran hotter, sinking his teeth into his lower lip to bite back a whimper. The clip had been cut out of a bigger stream, he realized. He seemed to be picking up a conversation he had dropped earlier. "I might reach out to- haah-" he suddenly slumped forward, his hips twitching. He took a moment to collect himself. "Hooo, that was good." Nice shook his head as if trying to clear it, swallowing. Watching him felt forbidden, like he wasn't supposed to be able to see something so divine, but he couldn't bear to look away.
"I've been thinking about reaching out to a cute small creator I admire lately." Lin Ling's cheeks burned. His skin felt like it was on fire. He suddenly had a very good idea of why Nice was so famous, despite being a solo performer. He had this way of making it sound like he was talking directly to you, like the whole show was just for you. Like you could turn off your phone and that gorgeous man would still be there, smirking at you from your bed. His pussy throbbed so hard it hurt.
Maybe he is talking to me. A little.
As if on cue, he raised his head, his gaze meeting the camera again. The smile draped across his face was nothing short of lewd and far too confident. His heart thudded in his chest. His tongue ran slowly over his upper lip, his gaze never leaving Lin Ling's the camera for a single moment. "Maybe asking them to collab with me."
[Wowowow, I can barely focus on what he's saying, I'm so flustered >//-//< this person is SOOO lucky!!!]
[OMG!!! Cute!? Collab!?! How cute do they have to be that Nice wants to collab with him!?]
[his cock is dripping. hot]
[HELLO???? MR PERFECT COLLAB??? THIS IS A MOMENT IN HISTORY]
The chat went crazy, but Nice didn't even spare it a glance. He reached down, wrapping a dainty hand around his cock. His hands look really soft. Lin Ling took a sharp breath in. "And yes," he murmured, his voice dropping low, hungry. His pupils dilated, nearly eclipsing his iris. He leaned forward, as if he knew Lin Ling was watching it. Watching him. "I am talking to you."
Blood rushed down to Lin Ling's pussy, hot arousal like lava settling low in his stomach. The short clip rolled to a stop, like it had been chosen as a message especially for him. He shuddered, yanking his hand out of his pants- (when had he started masturbating, jeez!) and groaned into open air. He couldn't deny the effect Nice had on him. He also couldn't deny how his pussy throbbed hotly at the thought of Nice touching him. He swallowed, trying to clear his mind.
But all that came to his mind was the sight of that goddamn mouth.
Dear god. If this is somehow a scammer, I'm doomed.
TheCommoner:
Okay
But I want complete and total anonymity, like what I have usually. You can't show my face!
And if you're bad, I'm not gonna lie about that!!
MrPerfect:
Of course. Anything.
As long as you're also honest when I blow your mind.
I can't believe I'm doing this. Lin Ling took a deep breath in, shifting from foot to foot. Holy fucking shit, I'm really doing this. He had never expected himself to ever set foot in a condominium like this. A week here has to cost three times my monthly rent, at least. Each moment stretched into an eternity as the elevator climbed up to the top floor, hot anticipation building in his gut.
The elevator dinged as it climbed up yet another floor. Lin Ling adjusted the collar of his shirt. Should I have worn something fancier? He glanced down at his baggy t-shirt and sweatpants. What does it matter, though? It's all going to be taken off anyway. He suppressed a full-body shudder at that thought. I'm so gonna get murdered. I'm meeting up with a celebrity for sex. This screams organ harvesting. Probably a bit of robbery, too. God, I hope no one checks my search history.
The elevator smoothly slows to stop, and Lin Ling tenses. Okay. Suppose it's time to find out whether or not I'm going to get human trafficked or just fucked. The elevator slid open to reveal a sparsely decorated penthouse apartment. His heart thudded in his chest. I wonder if he lives here, or if he rented this just for streaming. He guessed he lived here- from what he had been able to gather while binge-watching his streams (for research purposes!), Nice wasn't the type to decorate much. He liked things clean… except for when it came to sex.
He ran his hands over his shirt and pants one more time before he stepped into the penthouse. The doors slid shut silently behind him. The penthouse was suspiciously silent. He almost considered turning and walking out, before-
"Welcome." A familiar voice called from his left. Lin Ling gulped, ignoring the heat that traveled up his spine at just the sound. "Come on in, have a seat. We'll have to discuss a few things before, so I thought I should make sure we were alone." He stressed the word alone, drawing it out far longer than he needed to. Lin Ling followed the sound of the voice, hesitantly pressing a door open and stepping into a kitchen.
His eyes landed on Nice, and suddenly his mouth was very dry, blood rushing down to his crotch. Nice was at the stove, his back to him, making pancakes on a black pan. He was wearing a spotless white apron, but the rest of him was bare. His eyes trailed appreciatively down the pale skin of his back, taking in the tightly coiled muscles on his thin, graceful frame. He swallowed as his gaze trailed down to his ass, and god, those thighs-
"Like what you see?" He purred teasingly, snapping Lin Ling out of his stupor. His gaze shot to the ceiling, trying to think about anything from the sight in front of him. He had been leering at him, for gods' sake! He was raised better than that! Nice perfectly flipped the pancakes onto a plate, an easy smirk on his face as he turned back around to face him. He slid the plate across the counter, letting it bump against Lin Ling's arm.
"Shush." He groaned, slapping a hand over his eyes and squeezing them tightly shut. "I'm here for a reason." He wound his legs over one another, a flush crawling over his neck.
"Yesss, you are, aren't you?" He stood up and walked around the kitchen counter, sliding into the seat right next to Lin Ling's. His bare leg brushed against his, and he just barely managed to stop himself from glancing down to where the thin fabric of his apron did nothing to hide his plush thighs. "But first things first… with how early this was, you must not have had breakfast yet, right?" He leaned in, his breath ghosting past Lin Ling's ear. He squeezed his thighs together, pink splashing across his cheeks. "Are you hungry?" His voice dropped low as he gestured to the pancakes.
"…You didn't put anything in these, did you?" He joked half-heartedly as he picked up a fork, desperately trying to ignore the fact that Nice's hand was now rubbing circles into his thigh- He was suddenly very glad he had chosen to wear dark sweatpants today.
"Wanna try and find out?" Nice murmured against his earlobe, his voice low and teasing. His cheeks were blazingly hot, arousal settling low in his stomach. He had no right to be so hot. He raised an eyebrow at him, dropping the fork onto the plate with a clatter. Nice pouted, rolling his eyes.
"Borrrring." He snarked, but a smile stretched across his face anyway. He snatched the fork off his plate with a graceful flourish before picking up the untouched knife, cutting the top pancake into even, perfect squares. He stabbed the fork through one of them, a small smirk playing on his lips as he brought it up to his soft pink mouth. He pulled it off the ornate silver fork with his teeth before he chewed and swallowed. He perfectly aligned the fork and knife with Lin Ling's plate, brushing his cold hands against Lin Ling's as he pulled his hand back. "Is that enough proof for you?"
Lin Ling's eyes tracked every one of Nice's movements, his eyes fixed on his lips for far too long. He slapped his red cheeks a few times, forcing his gaze to snap back to the pancakes. "Y-Yeah, yeah! Right! Uhm- yes, I mean-" He stopped talking, jabbing another cut of the pancakes with his fork and shoving it into his mouth so he'd have a good excuse to shut up. The kitchen counters were white, but there didn't seem to be a single speck of dust or mess on them. Not even the slightest bit of spilled flour or milk. Maybe he's really precise and doesn't make messes. Or maybe he just cleans up often. Maybe both.
"Thanks, by the way!" His words were muffled as he talked around the food still in his mouth, scarfing it down like he hadn't eaten in days. A genuine smile curved the edge of Nice's lips, resting his hand in his hands as he admired Lin Ling. There was something soft in the curve of his eyes, almost fond. One of his hands rested smoothly on Lin Ling's back, warm, present, and there. His heart did a flip in his chest.
"You're welcome. I made them just for you." His voice was syrupy sweet, strangely affectionate. His hand roamed to wrap around his waist, slightly pressing in. The touch felt like a heated brand against his skin, even through the layers of fabric. The pancakes were wonderful- fluffy and slightly sweet, plus filling in a way that didn't sit heavily in his stomach. His eyes fluttered shut, a quiet 'mmm' slipping past his lips as he savored the taste on his tongue.
Nice shifted suddenly, slipping into Lin Ling's lap the moment he was done eating. Lin Ling sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, trying to focus on the ceiling, or the wall, or anything but the gorgeous man in his lap and the press of his hot cock against his stomach. Nice's thighs brushed against his hips as he situated himself far too comfortably on Lin Ling's lap, rolling his hips in a lazy grind that sent sparks flying across his vision. His fingers itched to touch, but he restrained himself, keeping his hands firmly at his sides even as hot arousal fizzled to life under his skin. The heat between his legs demanded his attention insistently, his mind straying right back to the heavy weight of the man in his lap, no matter how hard he tried to focus on anything else. His throat bobbed in a swallow, hot to the touch.
"Now~" Nice purred, a smug smirk tilting the corners of his stupidly kissable lips up. He wanted to kiss that smug mouth until it was swollen red and panting. His hips bucked despite himself as Nice reached down, cupping his hidden sex in his hands and squeezing. He barely bit back a whine, his eyes immediately snapping to meet Nice's once again. "Why don't we discuss the terms of our agreement, Lin Ling?"
His breath hitched in his chest as he straddled Nice's lap, facing the camera. The camera was tastefully angled downward, so it showed only the slope of his shoulders and nothing above. He was exposed nearly from head to toe, the only fabric covering him the lacy black lingerie that seemed to cling to his damp pussy. Another, smaller camera was closer, zoomed in on the wet spot in his lingerie. He stretched to wrap his arms around Nice's neck, his whole body taut with tension. He let out a shaky breath as soft hands roamed over his body, gently correcting his posture so that Lin Ling was leaning against his chest. His fingers ghosted over his nipple, tweaking it for a moment. He sank his teeth into his lower lip, muffling a whimper. He shot Nice a look over his shoulder.
"Ah- ah- ah~" Nice teased in a sing-song, pinching his nipple between two of his fingers. He gasped, pleasure-pain radiating out from the spot as Nice leaned down, his long white hair brushing against his chest as hot breath ghosted over his neck. "No hiding your pretty voice from me, Commoner." His pupils dilated, his eyes focused entirely on Lin Ling with an almost predatory precision, as if he wanted to consume him whole. "I want everyone to know ex-act-ly how good I'm making you feel. We have to put on a good show, now don't we?"
"Shouldn't you- mmm-" Nice started rubbing his nipples in harsh circles. He could already feel slick gathering between his legs, dripping down the soft folds of his pussy. He squeezed his thighs as close together as he could, arousal pooling low in his stomach. "w-wait to start all the touching until after we- fhuck- start recording?" Nice's hand wrapped around the plush, pliant flesh of his ass, squeezing tightly. He stifled a groan at the contact, his eyelids fluttering.
"And miss out on your adorable reactions when I touch you for even a second? I think not." He trailed a finger up his thigh, edging closer to where his body was already burning with desire. The muscles in his thigh tensed as he jolted towards the feather-light touch. Nice pressed butterfly kisses down his neck, leaving light pink lipstick marks where his lips touched. He squeaked, arousal burning through his body like an inferno. Get a hold of yourself, he's barely even touched you yet!
Miss J's voice snapped him back into reality as she spoke, adjusting the camera angles. "Alright. We'll be rolling in three, two…" She trailed off as the red light on the camera started blinking. His pussy clenched around nothing despite himself, flush traveling down his chest to cluster hot and heady around his wet pussy. Nice tugged on the fabric of the lacy underwear, pulling it to the side to show off his wet pussy. Nice spent a few moments dragging his fingers up to spread his folds apart for the camera. A thin line of shiny slick dribbled out from between his folds, dripping down onto the bedsheets. He squirmed as Nice thumbed his swollen clit.
"This," He cooed affectionately, pressing wet kisses into his sensitive neck. "Is TheCommoner. He's the small streamer I'm a very personal fan of." He breathed heavily, grinding his hips shamelessly into Nice's teasing touch, chasing the pleasure that sizzled across his skin. It wasn't enough. Even the touch to his clit was just ghosting over it every few moments- enough to work him up, but nothing more. "And he reviews sex toys. Isn't that right, Commoner?"
It was hard to focus with Nice's lips sucking hickeys into his skin, but he managed. "Yes, I do." He moaned, trying to think clearly even as Nice tweaked one of his rock-hard nipples between his cold fingers. He whined, arching his back into the touch before Nice pulled away. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. His breath came shaky and heavy with desire, even as he blurted, "And you're certainly gonna get a bad one if you keep- haah- t-teasing me!"
Every touch sizzled like electricity on his skin, traveling through his veins as Nice rubbed smooth, even circles into his clit. Nice's response was to tilt his chin up with a single hand, yank him closer, and kiss him roughly. He swirled his tongue around Lin Ling's, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth with a wet noise that made him shudder. Lin Ling let out a whimper as Nice nibbled on his bottom lip, kissing him back with a fervor. When they parted, Lin Ling was left panting hungrily into the open air. His pupils had dilated to twice their usual size, the blood rushing down to his crotch fast enough to leave his head spinning with want.
"Somehow," He preened with the kind of smug satisfaction that simultaneously made Lin Ling want to punch something and made him crave to let Nice bend him over the bed and fuck him so hard he saw stars, his sharp gaze never leaving his shining, kiss-bitten lips. Lin Ling's tongue flickered out over his lower lip, savoring the lingering mix of blueberry and mint that was uniquely Nice. "I doubt that."
Lin Ling opened his mouth to retort, but cut himself off with a moan as Nice slipped a single finger into his soaked sex without warning. Nice used his thumb to rub his clit, slowly fucking into Lin Ling's pussy with one finger as another one threatened his entrance. His toes curled as he squirmed, biting on his lower lip to muffle the lewd noises and curses that threatened to escape him.
"Ah!" Nice swatted at his ass, dropping his chin. Lin Ling yelped, jerking away from the sharp pain even as his hole clenched around Nice's fingers, slick dribbling down onto the bed. He shot Nice a pouty glare. "I told you, didn't I? No hiding your pretty noises from me." His voice was a dark, sinful growl at his ear. He wrapped an arm around his waist and yanked him closer possessively, his eyes fixed on the marks he had sucked into Lin Ling's neck. "Or I'll make you feel so good you don't even think about hiding them."
He shivered, blood rushing down to harden his throbbing clit. He let out a breathless laugh, his hips rolling into the touch despite himself. "And that's- hnnn- supposed to be a punishment?" It was hard to think with Nice's finger rubbing circles into his insides, making his pussy throb and leak around him. Heat pooled low in his belly, slick dripping out of his pussy to cling to Nice's delicate fingers like a lewd spiderweb. "If so, I think you- ah- you're sorely mistaken on what makes a puh-punishment."
"Oh, that's not meant to be a punishment." Nice murmured next to his ear, his teeth grazing the junction between his neck and shoulder, making him shudder. He placed his hand on Lin Ling's chin, tilting his head back again to give him better access to his neck. He rutted against his finger, unable to contain his moans or whimpers as his eyes dropped down. His throat bobbed in a swallow as he watched Nice's fingers pump in and out of him. "That's what we call a promise."
He moaned, letting his head drop with a thunk against Nice's chest as his pussy squeezed tight around his still-thrusting finger. He panted breathlessly into open air, heat exploding like sparks down his spine, condensing into the throbbing wetness between his legs. "F-fuck you…" He breathed, his tone lacking any real heat. He felt Nice's teeth against his neck as he grinned, curling his finger inside Lin Ling. He keened, arching his back as his finger bumped into a spot that made him see stars. His hands scrabbled on Nice's back, clawing scratches into his bare, unmarred skin.
"Hofuck-" He whimpered, sinking his teeth into his lower lip as he squirmed in his lap. He sank his teeth into his lower lip, grinding down against the sizeable bulge he could feel pressing up against his ass. Nice's hand roamed down, toying with his nipples for a moment before coming to rub slow, maddening circles into his navel, just above his happy trail. He lathered attention onto his neck, sucking another hickey in before he opened his mouth and gently bit down. His whole body twitched into the touch, his cheeks flushing.
"Yeah? That feels good, doesn't it?" He murmured, moving up to kiss just below Lin Ling's ear, his hot breath sliding over his skin and making him shiver. He petted that spot inside of him repeatedly, fire scorching along his veins as he let out desperate moans and whimpers. He babbled out nonsense, fucking himself repeatedly against Nice's finger. He twitched and throbbed around him, his pussy leaking slick that dripped down onto his hand. Nice leered at him, his eyes trailing appreciatively down Lin Ling's skin. His heart did a little jump in his chest, his heated gaze burning into him like a wildfire. "You want more, don't you?"
He nodded quickly, refusing to care about how debauched he must look to the thousands of people watching. He wanted more. He needed more. It wasn't enough, and it was too much all at the same time. He bit back the urge to sob as his dainty fingers rubbed up against his clit again, another one hovering at his entrance but not pushing in. "Yes- fuck, yes please- I- mnnn-" his thighs flexed, twitching a little closer together. Nice's hand shot down to spread them apart, showing his greedy pussy, clenching and fluttering around his finger. It was flushed a deep pink, his clit hard and sensitive where he kept running his fingers over it in perfect circles that drove Lin Ling mad.
Nice chuckled, slipping another finger in, and oh that felt good. He had taken larger with his toys before, but he hadn't masturbated in days, and the stretched burned deliciously. His fingers were warm inside of him, alive in a way his toys never were. His breath hitched in his chest, his pussy clenching and unclenching around his fingers as he let out another moan. Both fingers fucked against his g-spot in perfect rhythm, making his toes curl against the bed. "There we go," Nice praised, his voice slipping like sweet syrup into his ears. "You're doing so well for me, Commoner."
His fingers tangled in Nice's perfect hair, tugging as he ground desperately against his fingers. "I'm-" his voice broke, his pussy throbbing and clenching around Nice's fingers, tension pulling tight like a knot of pleasure in his belly. "I'm close, I'm-" His pussy clenched around Nice's fingers as if it was trying to suck them in. All he needed was just a little more. He was so close he could feel it, tingling along his spine. He was gonna cum- he needed to cum, he needed to cum on Nice's fingers like a common whore, he needed-
The damnable sadist yanked his fingers out, and Lin Ling sobbed, unable to stop a tear from escaping and trailing down his cheek. He struggled in his lap, his hips chasing after Nice's fingers, but it was no use- he could already feel his orgasm slipping away from him. His hole squeezed around nothing, painfully empty. He jerked forward, reaching down to touch himself, but Nice caught his arm. "You prick!" He hissed through his teeth, twisting around to face his unapologetically smug face, a smirk curving up on his lips. He wanted to punch him. He wanted to kiss him. "Why would you do that!? Are you a sadist? Do you love torturing me?"
"Simple. You're not allowed to cum on my fingers." He adjusted his positioning, reaching down and pulling himself out of his boxers. Lin Ling moaned as Nice's cock sprang out, spreading his folds as it slid in perfectly between them, grinding the length against his twitching entrance. He whined, rolling his hips as the hard nub of his clit brushed against his cock. He glanced downward, his heart rate jumping as he saw the enflamed head of his cock peaking out from between his thighs. The sight sent a lewd thrill up his spine. He leaned in, his breath ghosting over his neck once again, keeping Lin Ling's thighs spread far apart. "You're not allowed to cum on anything but my mouth or my cock."
The words made him shiver despite himself. Nice's fingers tightened around his thigh, digging little crescent-shaped marks into the plush flesh. "Tease…" he muttered, his cheeks burning with shameful arousal. His whole body was flushed from head to toe, every movement sending muted pleasure through his body as his clit rubbed against Nice's cock. He rolled his hips experimentally and Nice groaned, his fingers flexing. He smirked, shooting a glance over his shoulder. "Struggling to keep your composure?"
Nice's cheeks were dusted a deep red, sweat beading at the top of his forehead. His blue eyes were fixed between Lin Ling's legs, focused on where his cock rubbed against his folds, never glancing away as if he was committing the sight to memory. At Lin Ling's words, he jerked slightly, his thigh bumping against Lin Ling's. His eyes flickered up to meet his with the sort of intensity that made him feel like Nice wanted to devour him whole.
In lieu of a response, he wrapped his hands around Lin Ling's legs, lifting him off his lap as if he weighed nothing. His pussy gave a little traitorous throb at that. He pressed the tip of his weeping cock against Lin Ling's entrance, rubbing his own slick over the head as lube. His throat bobbed on a swallow, his cheeks burning all the way out to his ears as more warmth gathered low in his gut. The sight was obscene, the angry red head of Nice's cock parting his folds and rubbing against his entrance as his thighs trembled from the strain needed to keep himself in place.
"You only wish." He teased, his voice a sinful purr, his eyes never leaving Lin Ling's. He dragged Lin Ling into another earth-shattering kiss, letting go of his grip on his thighs. Lin Ling sank like a rock, spearing himself on Nice's cock. Nice swallowed his broken moans, his hands coming to rest on his waist. His eyes rolled back, his eyelashes fluttering as he took it all the way to the base. The stretch burned with a mix of soft pleasure and sharp pain, his hole stretching obscenely around his cock.
"Fhhuucckkkk…" he slurred, forgetting where he was for a moment. He could feel every vein and ridge of Nice's cock as it stretched his insides. He felt so full, his cock bumping up against his G-spot every time either of them shifted. His pussy clenched lewdly around his cock, his rim fluttering. His cock twitched inside of him, making Lin Ling squeeze his thighs together. He rolled his hips experimentally and shuddered, falling forward. His stomach tightened, a thick kernel of pleasure forming between his legs. His dark brown hair covered his face as he braced himself on Nice's thighs, panting openly.
He whimpered as Nice started slowly fucking into him, dragging his cock in and out. Slick wetness clung to his cock, shining in the studio lights as the camera zoomed in on where they were connected. His whole body twitched as he let out soft moans, his eyelids slipping down. The feeling of his cock slowly fucking into him was mind-numbing in its steadiness- a thick pressure inside of him slowly building as he squirmed in place. His breath hitched as his cock bumped against his g-spot, his eyes squeezing shut as tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. His cock felt like the only thing he could think about, every thrust scattering the thoughts from his head like leaves in the wind.
His soft hand crept smoothly down his chest, inching closer and closer to his navel. He let out a shaky breath as it slid down the swell of his crotch, spreading the lips of his pussy apart. His soft, pink entrance throbbed visibly as he spread it for the camera, clenching down around the thick length of his cock. Nice lifted his head, addressing the audience once again. "Isn't he so cute? Look at how he twitches around me. So desperate and horny for more, even though he's got all of me inside already. Greedy, greedy." He tsk'd disapprovingly, his eyes sharp. "But we do love greedy, now don't we?"
[I AM GREEDY ALRIGHT BROTHER KEEP GOING]
[Look at it clench ahh??? Mr. Perfect must be perfect at fucking]
[WE LOVE GREEDY BOYS!!!]
[that pussy got me stuttering]
[THATS HOT HOT WHICH GOD DO I HAVE TO THANK FOR THIS VIEW]
[I WISH THAT WAS ME GAWD]
[I can't tell who's luckier atp @///-///@]
[GET HIM PREGNANT]
His hazy eyes flickered over to the screen that displayed the scrolling comments, his cheeks flushing an even deeper red as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. All these people are watching me get fucked. The thought sent a bolt of arousal through him, his pussy giving a traitorous squeeze that only served to make him feel even better. He took in a shuddering breath, his pussy throbbing as his heart skipped a beat. And they're loving it. They're not just watching for Nice anymore. They're watching for me.
Nice's other hand darted down to start rubbing his throbbing clit, and he keened, rolling his hips into the feeling. His clit is wet and swollen, twitching every time Nice applies just the right amount of pleasure. At the same time, he rolled his hips in a harsh thrust, pounding into his G-spot and sending electric pleasure arcing through his whole body. Lin Ling was crashing over the edge with a lewd moan before he realized what was happening, his pussy pulsing and clenching down hard on his cock, sucking him inside greedily as waves of pleasure washed over him. He let out broken, whining moans, his fingernails digging into Nice's thighs hard enough to draw blood. Slick gushed from his pussy, coating his cock in lubricant that only made every thrust easier.
As he was still shuddering in the aftershocks of his orgasm, Nice leaned in close with a devilish smirk that made his heart do a little stutter-jump thing in his chest. His hot breath ghosted past his ear as he whispered, "I wonder how many times I can make you cum before you can't think anymore."
"Oh, what number was that again?" Nice chatted as he rutted into him, using his hips as love handles. Lin Ling blinked slowly, not bothering to hide his moans. Why was he hiding his moans in the first place? He didn't remember. He didn't care. It was all so much, and he never wanted it to stop. "Don't lose count now. You've been really good at counting them so far."
"F-fiveeee…" he slurred, his pussy still twitching and pulsing from his most recent orgasm. He whimpered as his cock hit that spot inside him again, the rim of his hole fluttering weakly around him. Nice snickered, pressing smug little butterfly kisses everywhere he had left hickeys and lovebites on his skin. His mind was getting hazy with pleasure. All he could focus on was the feeling of his cock pounding into him, as he kept using him like a fleshlight.
"Five already, and you're still sucking me in so greedily. You truly have a greedy pussy, don't you?" He yanked him in for another kiss, smothering the sound of his desperate whines and moans with his mouth. He rolled his hips up into him in a slow grind, making him whimper out a sob against his lips. Salty tears streamed down his face, and Nice licked them up hungrily. He pulled away, a thin strand of saliva connecting their mouths even as Lin Ling strained to follow after his soft, perfect lips. He flicked the raw nub of his clit with his finger, a whimper slipping out of his throat. "A greedy pussy for a greedy boy. How fitting."
His ass waved up in the air as Nice pounded into him, his hands tangled in his hair. Thick white cum mixed with clear, shiny, slick dribbled down his thighs, pooling on the bedsheets. The sound of wet skin slapping against skin filled the room. His face was shoved into the mattress, muffling his moans and whines. Drool slipped from the corner of his mouth as he moaned openly into the sheets, squirming underneath him. White hot pleasure shot through him with every thrust. He couldn't think. How many times had he cum? He wasn't sure, but he wanted more- Nice was right. He really was greedy, he-
He keened off the sheets, his back arching as he clamped down hard around his cock. His whole body trembled in place, his hands clawing into the sheets. Nice groaned, his hips stuttering as he clamped his teeth down on Lin Ling's neck. Pain shot through him as he clenched his shaking thighs around his middle. He writhed in place, squeezing in quick pulses around his cock, his eyes rolling back as he let out a loud moan. The thick rope of tension inside him snapped, leaving him twitching and still greedy for more as Nice came inside of him in hot spurts, more cum dripping out around his cock.
"How many… was that?" Nice panted heavily, his hot, wet breath ghosting over the stinging bite mark he'd left on his neck. His finger ghosted over Lin Ling's clit, making his whole body twitch as he gazed vacantly at the ceiling. His eyes slid slowly back over to Nice's perfect face, his forehead now covered with a light sheen of sweat. A smirk tugged on the corner of his lips despite himself. I did that. Came the hazy thought from the back of his mind. Nice pinched one of his nipples between his fingers, making him jolt. "Well?" He prodded.
"Fif…teen?" He hazarded a guess. Nice paused for a moment before letting out a pleased little noise, pulling his fingers through Lin Ling's soft hair. He pressed an affectionate kiss to Lin Ling's cheek, amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Fourteen. You're starting to lose track." His voice was affectionate, unmistakably pleased. Lin Ling swallowed, his pussy giving a traitorous little twitch despite himself. "But that's okay. I'll keep track for you until you can't speak anymore."
"Seems like twenty-three's the limit, now doesn't it?" He purred, watching Lin Ling's body twitch underneath him. He looked gorgeous like this, all splayed out over the bed like a present just for him. There wasn't a thought behind those eyes. Drool slipped down his chin, mixing with the tears that wet his cheek. Lin Ling truly did look even more beautiful when he cried. He pulled himself out with a lewd pop, watching with satisfaction as cum and slick gushed out of his gaping pussy. It twitched feebly, trying to pull him back in. So greedy, this one.
So greedy, and so mine.
He gave a little shudder despite himself at the thought, letting himself selfishly indulge as he reached to cup his cheek. He smoothed some of his damp hair back into place. He nuzzled into his hand with hazy eyes, his lips slightly parted. Nice craved to lean down and kiss those lips senseless, but that would have to wait until Lin Ling was a little more conscious. Instead, he leaned down and placed a kiss on the bridge of his nose. Even that seemed like a little too much for his poor Lin Ling, his whole body twitching.
He leaned back, admiring his handiwork. His whole body was covered in hand-shaped bruises, hickeys, and lovebites he was sure would linger for a while. Cum bubbled out from between his legs, thick and white. He looked utterly owned, like he'd been bred over and over until he truly belonged to him. He grinned sharply, a pleased warmth welling up in his chest as he smoothed his hands down Lin Ling's middle. It was surreal, being able to touch him after all this time.
He could still remember when he'd first seen Lin Ling, about a month before pivoting to becoming a streamer in the same field as him. His dear friend, Wreck, had introduced him to the streaming site. He'd told him he was too stuck up and needed to let loose, nudging him in the shoulder. He'd rolled his eyes, but agreed to give it a try- for the sake of his oldest friend, he'd try anything once. He'd been lucky enough to stumble upon Lin Ling's stream first thing. After that night, he'd decided he had to have him- at any cost.
And now he did. And he was even more divine than Nice had expected him to be.
"Turn off the stream." He gave Miss J a dismissive wave of his hand, narrowing his eyes. He didn't move from his spot shielding Lin Ling from the camera's view until he heard it click off. He had decided long ago that once Lin Ling was in his arms, he would be the only one allowed to see him basking in the afterglow. Until that point, anyone could- but after that, it was just for him. He'd have to make that known to Lin Ling later, but for now, he could just bask in it with him. His eyes trailed their way down Lin Ling's body, stopping at the mess between his legs.
His tongue darted out to wet his lips, reaching down and spreading Lin Ling's sticky thighs apart. His breath ghosted over his pussy. His adorable Lin Ling twitched slightly, still gazing blankly off into space, breathing in slowly through his mouth.
Well, somebody has to clean him up.