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“Alright, I think I was able to set everything up.”
Keigo sighs in relief, dragging his stylus across his tablet. Of all the days to be stuck in traffic, it had to be on his cam show’s anniversary special. “Thank you so much, babe. Logging in now. The cameras are on, right?”
“What cameras?”
Keigo pauses. Oh lord. This is going to be a disaster.
“Do you see the small, white circular devices on top of my second and third monitors?”
“Oh—is that what the orb-looking things are?”
Keigo winces, trying to avert his gaze from the cab driver stealing glimpses of him through the rearview mirror. He swears he loves his husband to death, but Enji has to be one of the most tech-illiterate people in all of Japan.
“Yes, my love,” Keigo says, pulling his landing page up and seeing the black screen on the video player. “The orb-looking things are the cameras. Can you test the stream for me? Then I’ll be able to see you.”
There’s some fumbling on the other end and after a couple of agonizing minutes, the video player blinks and a ‘loading’ sign appears.
Keigo sucks in a sharp breath. That’s promising. Perhaps there’s still hope.
“Can you see me?”
Finally, the video connects. It’s mostly blurry, the screen covered by a big, broad chest, and Keigo can only surmise that Enji is leaning over the camera, trying to fix something he shouldn’t.
Not a bad shot, by any means, but probably not what Keigo should be focusing on.
“I can see your lovely pectorals through that tightskin turtleneck,” Keigo teases.
“Oh. One second please.”
Keigo watches him step back and drop his weight onto the chair, and he can’t help but smile. Years have worn down the stoicism on his face and now there’s just warmth and gentleness. Piercing blue eyes now a peaceful pool of cerulean.
“Much better.”
Enji smiles and Keigo’s heart melts.
“Why can’t I see you?” Enji asks, eyes darting on screen.
“I’m logged in as a producer,” Keigo says, glancing at the time. “I can only see you. I also don’t normally see my members unless I’m doing a private show.”
Enji nods. “Is the lighting okay?”
“Everything looks great,” Keigo beams, checking the levels on his voice and switching cameras. “You did well.”
“How much longer until you arrive?”
Keigo flinches. “About that… I’m going to need you to sub in for me.”
There’s an immediate silence that follows and Keigo half-wonders if the video froze, but then he sees Enji shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “That's…” he clears his throat. “I’m afraid that’s out of the question.”
“Only for, like, five minutes,” Keigo says lightly. “Ten minutes tops.”
“Please tell me you aren’t serious.”
Keigo bites his bottom lip and looks out the window and at the line of cars that are parked on the highway beside them. They’re not even close to the city.
“Make that fifteen.”
Enji frowns. “Keigo. I am not doing this.”
Keigo knew this was going to be an uphill battle. He mutes his phone and turns to the cab driver, who’s already shaking his head in the rearview.
“We’re gridlocked,” the cabbie says.
“Great,” Keigo mumbles, unmuting. “Babe, I know I’m asking for a lot, but this show is really important to me. I’d be letting all my sponsors down. This episode is expected to be my biggest turnout yet and I want to thank my little birdies for all the support they’ve given me these past two years.”
Enji isn’t looking at the camera anymore. Instead, his eyes are glued to his lap and Keigo can tell he’s actually considering it. “I don’t know…”
“Please, Enji? Baby?” Keigo begs. “I just need you to keep them entertained for a few minutes.”
“How?” Enji grumbles.
There’s a million things he’d like to see Enji do on screen, but he knows any lewd suggestion would result in an outright refusal. “Well. You’ve seen my show.”
“Regrettably.”
“You don’t have to do anything,” Keigo offers. “Unless you want to, of course.”
Enji lifts his chin up and squints into the side camera. “I hope you can see me glaring at you.”
Keigo laughs. “Fine, deprive the world of that gorgeous body of yours. How about just chatting with the viewers? Share a few sexcapades, flirt a little, y’know—have fun! That should buy me plenty of time.”
“Fine,” Enji says, running a palm down his face and Keigo finds it cute that his ears are turning red. “When does the show start?”
“Uhh… two minutes.”
“What?!” Enji exclaims, jolting from the chair, and making the desk and cameras shake. “I’m not prepared .”
“Okay, first: relax. Second: make sure you’re camera-ready.”
“I don’t have time for make-up!” Enji hisses.
Keigo clicks his tongue. “No one is going to be looking at your face. Even though you have a lovely face, darling.” He taps the screen even though he knows Enji can’t see where he’s pointing. “Turtleneck. Off.”
Enji groans, but thankfully doesn’t protest. He peels his sweater off and tosses it aside.
Keigo grins. Damn, he’s stunning. Even grumpy, his husband is beautiful and extremely photogenic. His wide shoulders squared, muscle tense from the nerves, Enji has a commanding presence on screen that drives Keigo crazy. He has a feeling his viewers will enjoy it, too.
“You’re, um,” Keigo continues, mouth suddenly dry, “gonna go Live in sixty seconds by clicking that green button on your top right.”
And while Enji is entertaining, Keigo will keep an eye on the chat. Easy.
Enji hasn’t responded to him yet, which means he’s a lot more anxious than he thought he’d be. He stares at something beyond the camera, frozen in place.
“Don’t worry, babe. I’ve got eyes on you and I’ll be in your ear the whole time.”
Enji still decides to say nothing.
God, he is so nervous.
“Baby,” Keigo whispers tenderly. “You look amazing. Seriously, I can’t wait to see you and reward you for all that you’re doing for me.” He lowers his voice. “I’ll do whatever you want, baby.”
There’s a glint in Enji’s eyes as his gaze returns to the camera. “I’m holding you to that promise.”
Keigo’s chest tightens as the countdown flickers on screen, a sign that Enji has started the stream.
Three.
Two.
One.
When the countdown drops to zero, the viewer count skyrockets and Keigo can’t help but giggle at the chat box exploding with comments, all of which sum up to “Who is this Daddy, I’m so confused, I don’t know what’s happening, but I’m by no means complaining.” There’s also a slew of excruciatingly thirsty comments that he hopes Enji is ignoring, but all in all, it’s an overwhelmingly positive response.
Not that Keigo had any doubts. He knew his husband would be popular.
“Hello,” Enji starts awkwardly. “I hope you’re having a splendid evening. Hawks is running a little behind schedule today, but he’s sent me in as… an aperitif.”
Keigo raises an eyebrow. No way his audience is going to know what that is. Before he can scold Enji for his word choice and remind him again to relax, he glances at the chat and almost bursts into laughter.
xXgay-pikachuxX: YAS whet my appetite daddy
u_fire_ice_swallow: u can be the full course bb we aint mad
“They’re loving you so far,” Keigo whispers and by the way Enji twitches Keigo can tell he hears him loud and clear. “You’re doing great.”
There’s a light blush on Enji’s cheeks when he gulps. “I’m flattered that you all approve. I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Enj—uhh…” he suddenly grips the chair’s armrests and Keigo pales because fuck they didn’t discuss aliases. “I’m Endeavor … um, yes. Because that’s all I’m trying to do right now. Endeavoring to please you.”
Keigo facepalms. Oof, that was rough.
“Enji, darling, you have to relax,” Keigo says gently, tapping on his tablet to adjust the lighting.
“This… isn’t as easy for me,” Enji mutters and even though Keigo knows that response is meant for him, his little birdies are eating it up.
“Maybe storytelling isn’t your forte,” Keigo says thoughtfully.
“What do you suggest?”
That question prompts a rainstorm of recommendations and pings from the viewers, and Keigo’s jaw drops. Enji hasn’t even done anything and the amount of coins dropping in his till is ridiculous.
“Well, damn,” Keigo chuckles. “I have to put on a fucking show to make money. All you gotta do is sit there and look pretty.”
Enji pauses. “Wait, is that an option?”
“Absolutely not,” Keigo retorts. “The chat box is going nuts. Calling you a Greek God. Drooling over your muscles. They’re begging you to do something. Anything . Strip, ride a dildo, lube up that massive dick of yours. Whatever it is, they just wanna fap to you doing something.”
Enji turns as red as his hair and for a second Keigo thinks his husband has stopped breathing. Then, in an audible voice, he whimpers,
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you ca—”
Keigo freezes when Enji shifts his weight. Right there, in the middle of the screen, is the outline of Enji’s bulge growing in his pants and something in Keigo nearly snaps. He goes white-hot all over, arousal pooling in his gut because despite Enji’s complaints, this whole thing actually turns him on.
“Oh baby,” Keigo purrs, his jeans suddenly too tight. “I can see how hard you’re getting. Do it for me, please?”
Enji turns away from the camera and there’s a soft groan in Keigo’s ear, but slowly he relents and unbuttons his slacks. “This is so embarrassing.”
“Then pretend it’s just me watching,” Keigo whispers, watching Enji’s half-hard cock spring up, already slick with precum. “You see that bottle between the monitors? You know what to do with it.”
Enji reaches for the dispenser with a glazed expression, almost puppet-like in his movements and Keigo isn’t sure if it’s his voice that’s making him do that or if Enji is just so horny, he can’t think for himself, but it doesn’t matter. Keigo watches as Enji pumps a generous amount of lube over his dick and wraps his fingers around the base.
“Yeah, baby,” Keigo breathes, his own cock throbbing beneath the denim. “You know how I like it.”
Enji starts to stroke himself, careful at first, up and down the length of his thick eight-inch cock. The whole world seems to like the view too because he can hear the coin dropping, but he can’t for the life of him tear his gaze away from his husband. Enji picks up speed, bucking his hips up to fuck into his tightly closed fist. Keigo can hear the obscene squelching it makes, and they both roll their heads back in pleasure.
“Fuck,” Keigo grunts. “The viewers can’t hear it, but I can. I can hear how wet you are and your breathy little moans in my ear. God, you are so fucking sexy.”
That seems to emolden Enji and he moans out loud this time, and Keigo has to bite his bottom lip down hard to keep from doing the same.
“I’ll be home soon,” Keigo promises as the cab takes the exit ramp. “Don’t you dare cum until I get there, I want to see it up close.”
Out of the corner of his eye, the cabbie stares at him through the rearview.
“Eyes on the road.”
“Sorry.”
It takes five more agonizing minutes before his cab pulls up in front of the house. Five minutes of Keigo coaxing Enji out of an orgasm, which he’s probably going to have to answer for later, but at least he got to edge his husband for the first time ever.
Once Keigo finally makes it inside, he bolts to his office, stripping his clothes off along the way, and heads for his desk, shoving his face in front of the nearest camera.
“Hey, everyone!” Keigo greets, out of breath and slightly sweaty. “Sorry about the delay, I didn’t—ah!”
There’s a pair hands on his hips, spinning him around and dragging him into a hungry open-mouth kiss. It’s hot and needy and rough, and Keigo relishes the way Enji presses his leaking cock against his body. It’s heaven on earth when Enji takes what he wants and Keigo can only imagine that his viewers are loving it, too.
“Mmm,” Keigo hums as Enji nibbles on his neck. “Did I get you all riled up, big guy?”
The teasing lilt in his voice earns him a nip and Keigo yelps out in surprise.
“Less talking,” Enji murmurs. “You still have a show to finish.”
True, and it is comforting to know that Enji has his best interests in mind, so Keigo doesn’t object when Enji shoves him onto the desk, face first. A monitor and a camera goes crashing down as Keigo bends over, chest flat on the wood, arms sprawled in front of him. He can feel his boxers slipping off and an immense warmth spreads through his body as Enji gently pulls the buttplug out of him.
In the background, the sound of coins continues to rain down. Keigo reaches for the camera that fell and hands it to Enji behind him.
“I’ll feed both cameras in at the same time so the viewers can see each of us,” Keigo says, glancing over his shoulder with a smirk. He winks at the camera. “You’re welcome, my little birdies.”
A high-pitched ring emerges from the rain of coins indicating that Keigo’s hit a new record and Keigo grins all smug. “That was fast!”
“Congratulations,” Enji says, rubbing his cock between Keigo’s thighs and slowly sliding into him. “Let’s celebrate.”
He slams into Keigo before he can respond, forcing out a long, pathetic moan from his lips instead. Any attempt to take control when Enji’s so desperate and horny is futile, so Keigo braces himself, grasping the edge of the table as Enji fucks him. Keigo’s knees weaken after each thrust and if this table weren’t here, he’d let Enji ram him right into the ground.
“Oh fuck, that’s amazing,” Keigo pants, finally finding enough strength to glance back at Enji. “You look—ah!—so good, baby.”
“So do you,” Enji says, pulling Keigo up until Keigo’s back is flushed against his chest. Both their faces are plastered on the screen, looking blissed out and disoriented. “Don’t you have something to say to all your loyal fans?”
Keigo chuckles and turns back to the front-facing camera, flashing his viewers a devilish look. “My little birdies. Thank you for all your support.”
Art by the amazing Hermes
