Min-jun didn’t speak.

He held the cum on his tongue, thick and hot against the roof of his mouth. His gaze stayed fixed on Taesan—beautiful, flushed, pliant beneath him—as he reached down and flipped him onto his stomach. The dildo slipped out with a wet sound, strings of lube clinging to Taesan’s thighs. His hands cupped the other man’s ass, spreading the soft cheeks apart to reveal the glistening, stretched hole.

Still without a word, Min-jun opened his mouth and let the mixture of spit and cum trickle off his tongue—slow, deliberate—into the waiting heat.

“W-Wait—” Taesan’s voice cracked behind him.

“I think I’ve waited long enough,” Min-jun said, lips curving into a crooked grin as he pressed his thumb against the leaking mess, pushing it back in. “Look at you… such a breedable hole.”

Taesan shot him a glare over his shoulder, but his flushed face and blown pupils betrayed him. He was trembling, needy, slick with sweat and arousal.

Min-jun’s fingers dimpled into the round flesh before delivering a sharp slap. The crack echoed through the room, followed by a soft, breathy moan from Taesan that was half protest, half plea.

He picked up the camera, angling it down at the dripping hole below. His free hand wrapped around his cock, tapping the head against Taesan’s entrance. The sound it made only tightened the tension in his balls.

He dragged the tip up, then down again, coating the tip. Then he pressed in. The ring of semi-loosened muscle resisted, fluttered, then gave way. Slowly. Beautifully. Min-jun exhaled, the breath hitching as Taesan’s body swallowed him inch by inch.

Taesan clutched at the sheets, knuckles white, moaning helplessly.

Min-jun’s hips moved in a slow grind—forward, back—but never fully in. Not yet. He wanted to savor it. The way Taesan’s body clenched and pulsed around him. The way he looked—head turned to the side, lips parted, lashes fluttering as he tried to catch his breath.

Fuck. He was the only one who got to feel this. The only one who had seen him like this in person. And he wasn’t going to waste a second.

Another slap landed, this one drawing a soft whimper from Taesan.

“Lift your hips for me, pillow princess,” Min-jun murmured, voice thick with heat. He tossed the camera down near the pillows, the red light still blinking.

Gripping Taesan’s hips, he guided him up onto his knees. Then—finally—he thrust all the way in, burying himself to the hilt with a ragged moan. “Fuck…”

He started to move, harder now. Deeper.

“Grab the camera,” he said between gasps. “Show them your face. Show them what a drooling little mess you are for my cock.”

Taesan obeyed slowly, hands trembling. He arched his back, head bowed, hips high. The lens caught his flushed cheeks, the spit clinging to his lips and chin, the raw ecstasy in his eyes.

Min-jun couldn’t look away. Taesan was utterly wrecked, yet so eager, so willing to be seen this way. To be exposed.

And then it happened—he felt it. The tight squeeze around him. Taesan’s body tensing, spasming as he came again, untouched.

“My sheets are a mess because of you,” Min-jun purred, not slowing. He could feel it now—tightening, throbbing—his own release building fast. There was a flicker of a thought: to pull out, to be kind. But he didn’t want to be kind. He wanted to claim. So he came, deep inside, hips grinding in as the warmth spilled out of him in thick, pulsing waves.

Taesan shuddered beneath him, body slack, breath hitching with every aftershock.

Min-jun leaned forward, breath still uneven, and took the camera from Taesan’s hand. With one press of his thumb, the screen went dark: Stream ended.

He kissed the damp space between Taesan’s shoulder blades, then straightened with a lazy exhale as he slipped out. The stretch of the exit left Taesan open, leaking, trembling. “Now we’re even,” Min-jun said, the grin curling his lips lazy and smug. “If you don’t tell… I won’t tell.”

Taesan looked back at him. His face was flushed red, ears even redder. His ass was still raised, his hole leaking. And in that quiet, wrecked voice, he whispered, “I… I want to go again.”

He reached for the camera.

Live.

Annnnd, that's a wrap :)