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Chapter 04
They had lazy morning sex when they woke up and if Mongryong wouldn’t have needed attention too, Taeyong was sure they would have stayed in bed all day. So they got up and ready for the day.
Baekhyun made breakfast for them, while Taeyong walked Mongryong around the block. It felt domestic, but it also gave Taeyong time to think. It had been a surprise that Baekhyun wanted to have a serious relationship, to be boyfriends and lovers, obviously. Which made Taeyong think what Baekhyun expected of him now? They probably needed to talk, especially about his job as a camboy. Taeyong didn't want to quit and if Baekhyun wanted him too, they should probably end it before it even started.
When Taeyong and Mongryong returned to the flat, Baekhyun had the breakfast already on the table and Mong's bowl filled with food. He greeted Taeyong with a kiss which made him smile and bite his lip.
"Uhm … I wanted to talk to you, hyung" Taeyong said after they sat down. "About … about us. What you expect now."
Baekhyun was holding his mug with both hands, looking at Taeyong in confusion. "I am not sure I understand, Taeyong-ah. What do you mean?"
"Well, you know … because of my job. I know you have been very open about it and never judged me for being a camboy and earning my money that way, but … but will you be okay with it in the future too? Will you be alright with other men and women ogling me on the internet? Do I have to stop the collaborations with the others, or is that still okay? Will you join me, maybe?"
Baekhyun listened intently at all of Taeyong's questions and concerns. He placed his cup down on the table and took Taeyong's hand in his, holding it lightly.
"First things first: I like you a lot Taeyong. Like I said last night I did for a long time. I never had a problem with you being a camboy. When I found your channel two and a half years ago I never thought I'd stay that long. But I always found you attractive. I would be lying when I say I never fantasized about being with you, being the one who fucked you, who was bringing you pleasure like Jongin or Lucas. I envied them. But fate brought us together and now I can call you my boyfriend, which makes me very happy." Baekhyun lifted his hand and brought it to his lips.
"Which brings me to the next point. No, I don't and will never have a problem with you being a camboy. It's your job, it's a part of who you are and I can accept that. It makes me a bit uncomfortable knowing that there are creeps out there that watch you, but that's a me problem and has nothing to do with you."
Baekhyun looked up at Taeyong with a grin on his face and a devilish glint in his eyes. "About the collaborations with the others. You don't have to stop them. Not because of me. I enjoy it to watch. To be honest, I might have a tiny voyeurism kink, so that's not a problem at all. If it should ever become a problem, for me or you, we will talk about it like the responsible adults we are, okay?" Taeyong nodded. "Good. And to answer your last question: I would love to join you, Taeyong-ah, but people know my face, they know where I work and who I am. So I can't join you, at least not visibly. But I could sit out of view, tell you what you could do, maybe add some toys, make you come from my voice alone. Maybe one of your friends could join you, you two being good boys for me, listening to every single one of my orders. Would you like that, babe?"
Taeyong was breathing hard now, his cock hard in his pants. To hear all the things Baekhyun wanted to do with him was such a turn on.
"Yes, hyung. I think I would like that very much."
"Good, me too."
They smiled at each other bashfully, even when they had just discussed their future sex life. Taeyong picked up his cup and sipped on his coffee.
"So, you watched all my streams. With all of my friends having their ways with me, in one way or another." Taeyong inclined his head, resting his cheek against his palm. "Tell me hyung, which one did you enjoy the most?"
Baekhyun's eyes glinted dangerously.
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With a low groan, Taeyong sank deeper into the mattress when his thighs slipped beneath him. His hands were cuffed behind his back, ass up in the air, shoulders cushioned on a pillow to take the pressure off his neck. Baekhyun had been torturing him for at least thirty minutes by now, edging him close to orgasm with turning the vibrations of the prostate-stimulator up until he was close to tumbling over the edge before he turned them down again, or even worse: turned them off.
Taeyong was sure that the audience loved it, seeing him on the brink of a breakdown, close to crying because he was denied yet another orgasm. He was sure there was a pool of precome on the sheets because the toy was relentless on the small sensitive bundle of nerves and what made things even worse was the cockring attached to it, keeping Taeyong on the edge of orgasm, but never letting him tumble over it.
"Hyung," he panted. "Hyung please …"
Taeyong turned his head, looking behind the camera to the armchair. Baekhyun was sitting on it, his eyes trained on his lover while he kissed Mark shamelessly who was writhing in his lap, small whines slipping from the younger man's lips when Baekhyun let his finger glide over Mark's hole and perineum, teasing him just as much as he did with Taeyong.
Baekhyun broke the kiss with Mark, which made him whine loudly, his fingers clenching in the fabric of Baekhyun's soft sweater. He was wearing the white one, the one they both had because Baekhyun had bought them for their six months anniversary.
"Yes, Taeyong-ah? Is there something you want?"
It was unfair how collected Baekhyun was. Taeyong could see how hard he was, his cock visibly tenting his sweatpants.
"Please," he whispered again. "Let me come hyung … let me, please."
"Hmm, I don't know Taeyong. Have you earned it yet? Have you been a good boy for hyung?"
"Always a good boy for you. So good …"
Taeyong sobbed and pressed his eyes together when Baekhyun turned on the vibrator again. It was a low setting, but his nerves were already sensitive and it was enough to set his body on fire again.
Baekhyun whispered something into Mark's ear and placed an open-mouthed kiss against his neck. With hooded eyes, Taeyong watched Mark as he climbed out of Baekhyun's lap and walked over to the bed on unsteady legs. Baekhyun watched him closely and when he met Taeyong's eyes a small smirk appeared on his face.
After the talk on their first morning as boyfriends, Taeyong had realised fast that Baekhyun was a little kinky and dominant. And he liked that very much. He had joined Taeyong on more than one occasion for his streams, either telling him what to do or to simply watch. Taeyong had never felt the need to collaborate with others since their relationship had started, always satisfied with Baekhyun close to him. But to have Mark join Taeyong again had been Baekhyun's wish from the start and when Mark had suggested another collaboration, Taeyong had agreed.
Mark joined him on the bed, climbing onto the mattress and kneeling before Taeyong's head. In his position, Taeyong wasn't able to look up at Mark, at least not his face. But one of his thighs was close enough and Taeyong leaned his sweaty temple against the warm skin, happy to be finally touched by something.
Baekhyun turned the vibrations up another notch and Taeyong whined in the back of his throat, his fingers clenching around nothing while Mark raked his fingers through his hair.
"So pretty, Taeyong … doing so good for hyung," the younger man praised and all Taeyong could do was whimper. "Can I kiss him, hyung?" Mark asked Baekhyun.
"Mn, you can kiss him, touch him wherever you want Mark-ah. Just stay off his cock for now."
"Yes, hyung."
Mark shifted a bit, letting his hands glide over Taeyong's neck, his shoulders, down his collarbones. Careful he slipped them under his arms and lifted Taeyong from his half-lying position so he was kneeling in front of Mark. His vision went blurry for a moment and he shook his head slightly.
"You okay?" Mark whispered into his ear, not visible for the camera when he leaned Taeyong's head against his shoulder. "Color, hyung."
"Yeah, 'm alright. Green," Taeyong confirmed just as quietly. He lifted his eyes and met Mark's. "Kiss me, please," he said louder and Mark obliged.
It was a tender kiss at first, their tongues sliding against each other in slow movements and Taeyong let himself slip a bit deeper into it, knowing that he had Mark and Baekhyun taking care of him. Mark, who let his hands roam over his whole body, touching him everywhere except for his dick. When one of his hands cupped his asscheek, Taeyong moaned into the kiss. He moved his head a bit, breaking their kiss to get some air into his lungs.
"So sensitive," Mark smirked and massaged his ass with one hand.
Taeyong was panting harder now, Mark's touch adding another level of stimulation and making Taeyong even more sensitive. Baekhyun, the little devil he was, knew that of course and decided to put the vibrations on the highest setting.
Mark had to take his whole weight when his knees buckled and Taeyong muted the hoarse scream against his neck. Mark slipped one arm around his back, holding him up while he heard Baekhyun's muffled voice through the rushing in his ears.
He was so close, so close, so close again and Taeyong was sure that Baekhyun would stop again, would make him crush again, wouldn't let him come … he hadn't been good enough yet, hadn't kissed Mark properly, had to stop because he couldn't breathe.
Another scream was ripped from him when Mark wrapped his hand around their cocks, moving them slowly up and down. It took Taeyong a moment to realise that the sobbing sounds came from him, that the wetness against his cheek were his own tears, but he was too far gone to care. Taeyong was babbling, pleading, begging Baekhyun not to stop, to let him come, promising to be good, to behave, to do whatever he wanted.
Mark's lips pressed kisses against his temple, mumbling sweet nonsense, keeping the grip around their dicks light, providing friction, but not enough to let them come, to tip them over the edge.
"..by boy, look at me."
Taeyong whined, hiccups tumbling from his lips, his whole body shaking but he turned his head, opening his eyes to look at Baekhyun. His hyung, his boyfriend, his lover who was still sitting on the armchair, pants pulled down enough to get out his cock and stroking it in the same rhythm as Mark stroked theirs.
"My precious babe," he spoke when he saw that he had Taeyong's attention. "Doing so well for me, looking so so pretty. You feeling good, Taeyong-ah?"
He tried to get his thoughts in order, trying to make his mouth work, but all that came out was a stifled moan. Baekhyun chuckled and Taeyong felt a flush of embarrassment spread over his face and chest, more tears gathering in his eyes.
"Oh baby boy," Baekhyun cooed. "No, no I am not laughing at you. You look so good, baby. All good for me. Should I allow Mark to make you come? Would you like that?"
"Please, pleasepleaseplease," Taeyong gasped and Mark slipped the fingers of the hand on his back between his, intertwining their fingers, holding him even closer to his chest.
"Okay, Taeyong. Okay."
Mark's fingers tightened and it made them both groan in unison. Taeyong held tight onto Mark's hand, feeling the orgasm build in his stomach, the heat that started to spread slowly through his whole body, gave him the feeling of being able to fly.
"Hyung … hyung I am close," Mark whimpered against Taeyong's sweat-soaked hair and he gasped.
"Mn, my sweet boys. Come for hyung, show the world how pretty you are."
With the next upward stroke of Mark's hand, Taeyong tipped over the edge, coming with a choked off moan. He had the feeling the world turned upside down, that he was free-falling into the dark rabbit hole, spiralling downwards but never reaching the bottom. No sounds, only darkness surrounding him and Taeyong let go.
Warmth was the first thing Taeyong registered when he slowly drifted back. A body in his back, an arm slung over his middle, a hand resting on his stomach, fingers intertwined with his and he squeezed them lightly. It got darker around him and Taeyong thought he was drifting off again, but there was a soft kiss pressed against his temple.
"Hey, Taeyong-ah." Baekhyun's voice. "Can you hear me?"
Taeyong grunted an affirmation, which made his boyfriend chuckle quietly. They were in bed, Taeyong assumed, Mark the one plastered against his back and asleep, and he felt good, warm and cosy, still a bit floaty.
When the mattress dipped he cracked open one eye and was confronted with the handsome features of his boyfriend, who smiled happily at him. He raised his hand and tucked one strand of Taeyong's hair behind his ear.
"You did so well today," Baekhyun whispered and Taeyong smiled dopily at the praise.
"Thank you, Baekhyunnie."
Baekhyun gave him a tender kiss and moved closer. He stroked Taeyong's cheek tenderly before he kissed him again and nuzzled his nose against Taeyong's, resting their foreheads together.
"I love you, Taeyong."
Taeyong moved his free hand to Baekhyun's face, cupping his cheek, looking him in the eyes.
"I love you too, Baekhyunnie." He patted his lover’s cheek affectionately. "But now I wanna sleep. You can tell me how much you love me tomorrow when you make breakfast for Mark and me."
Baekhyun laughed and smacked his cheek. "Yes, Taeyong-ah."