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george inhaled slowly and exhaled, then glanced down at his phone where his reflection stared back at him. the camera app was open and set to video. his thumb hovered over the big red button, itching to start recording, before he took another deep breath to calm himself down.
this was a bit new to him. previously, he’s only been doing pictures because they are more easier—all it took was one good angle and a snap. but he’d need to perform when it came to videos. he would need more focus.
“just act natural,” he told himself with a murmur.
there was nothing much of a difference—he’d still be naked and touching himself, except there’d be a camera recording his every movement. also, he’d only share the video to one person only. weather the quality is good or not would not be the case here, so george shouldn’t worry much.
sighing again, he shook his head and finally tapped the red button. it was recording now.
“hi, carlos,” george said softly, looking straight into the lens. the lighting caught the sheen on his freshly-showered skin, his hair still damp and sticking to his forehead. his lips looked pink, slightly parted.
“i really hope you’re alone,” he added with a breathless laugh. “seriously.” he paused, teeth sinking into his lip.
“second—i know this is a bit… different from the usual. but i hope this can entertain you later when you’re on the plane,” his tongue darted out to wet his lips. and proceeded to prop his phone on the bedside drawer he dragged earlier to the foot of the bed, just so the camera could be angled perfectly to capture the whole scene.
he climbed onto the mattress—naked and glowing, bathed in soft yellow light, then sat facing the camera, feet flat on the sheets, and spread his legs wide. his thighs parted, silky smooth, and between them was his pussy, already glistening. a flush crept up his cheeks as he let out a shaky breath, then reached down with trembling fingers. he ran them over his folds, teasing himself with a soft, needy sigh.
“i missed you, you know?” he whispered, eyes half-lidded as he stared into the lens like he’s looking straight at carlos. he slipped out a soft moan when he circled his clit, hips twitching for more. “i’ve been thinking about you all day, i can’t even focus on anything else—i’m so fucking wet now too. want to see?”
george spreaded his entrance to show off the wet pink heat of him, then lets out a needy whine when the cool air brushes over his swollen cunt.
“i touched myself in the shower this morning,” he said, with his voice growing dirtier, fingers teasing at his entrance once more, a bit eager now. “didn’t come. gonna save it for you, though.”
slowly, one finger slipped in, then another. george gasped at it, arching his back, knees falling further apart as he pushed further and fingered himself open. the wet, obscene sound of his fingers fucking into him filled the room and he moaned aloud. “god, carlos—ngghh—need you...” his knees trembled, his hips rolled at his fingers, and he slipped another: three in total now. he was dripping incredibly on the bed. the camera captured his flushed pink pussy just nice.
“jesus—“ george bucked his hip again when he hit his spot. “i wish it’s your fingers fucking me, carlos…” he threw his head back with another moan, this time calling for carlos’ name on repeat. he used his thumb to circle his clit again to chase his high, panting out loud, “carlos, carlos… oh, blimey— please—“
he pumped his fingers faster, the wet squelch obscene and echoing louder, his hips rolling up like he’s chasing carlos’s cock. “i’m so soaked over here— and all this for you. do— do you hear that?” he moaned again, flicking his wrist until he was aching.
eventually, he jerked to a stop when he came, squirting his cum around his fingers as he whined carlos’s name. “fucking hell…” george squirmed on the bed. his fingers were wet now, very sticky and dirty of his seeds. he pulled them out and slowly brought them to his lips, licking and sucking them clean with desperate moans. all while he stared at the camera lens for the show.
“you’d want a taste of me, right?” george swirled his tongue around them before reaching for his pussy again. his pink folds clenched around nothing, wide and waiting for something to fill it up. he whimpered the moment he brushed his hand on it, saying, “i have something else i’d like to show you…”
carefully, he crawled to the other bedside drawer to pull put something, and then returned to the middle of the bed where it’s still wet with his cum. in his hand, he held up a dildo—big, thick, and long, pink in colour. “this isn’t the same as yours. but it will do for now.”
george rolled over so he’d be on his stomach, and lifted his ass in the air so he’d bare himself to the camera, his knees opened wide, giving carlos a full, unapologetic view of his soaking pussy. “are you ready?” he looked over his shoulder with a crooked smile, before lining up the toy cock at his entrance from below. he rubbed the head between his folds first, pulling out more sinful moans from his throat. soon then, he slid it in with a breathless gasp.
“oh fuck—fucking—it’s big… carlos—oh jesus…” his back arched as he sunk himself down on the toy, until he’s stuffed full and out of breath.
“carlos,” he gasped, his voice shaking and breath uneven. “i’m gonna move for you now, baby—fuck—just for you.”
he rocked back, taking more of it, and started riding it full on. the bed creaked out loud, mixed with his audible moans. “i— i’m so wet for you,” he panted out. “i need you to see this. n-need you to know how bad I want it. how much I need your cock inside me.” the sound of slick skin, of his cunt sucking the toy in again and again, of george’s broken moans. his thighs were trembling, muscles twitching, as he bounced faster, fucking himself rough, raw, his ass rippling with every impact.
“you fill me up so perfectly,” george groaned deeply, looking over his shoulder, hair sticking to his damp face. “wish it was your cock stretching me, ruining me—using me like your little toy—fuck—”
his one hand slipped between his legs to rub at his clit in quick, messy circles. and he screamed out carlos’s name, never stopping.
“carlos, please—let me come, i’m so close for you—gonna come all over your cock— please, baby—please—” he started to cry out with every bounce now, rhythm erratic, desperate. the dildo disappeared into him over and over, his pussy stretched wide and glistening for the camera. his breath hitched once, before everything broke.
he came again with a scream this time, body seizing up.
his thighs clamped down and his cunt clenched around the toy. he was shaking so hard that he nearly collapsed. his hand waa still working his clit through it, desperate to wring every drop of pleasure from the orgasm. “f-fuck—oh my god—“ george was still on his knees. the dildo was buried deep inside him, chest rising and falling in shallow gasps as the last waves of orgasm ripple through him. his pussy was soaked—slick dripping down his thighs, clinging to the toy, the sheets under him was completely ruined.
slowly, george exhaled, whimpering as he pulled the dildo out, making him shudder. his hole fluttered, still pulsing, stretched wide and leaking with arousal. his hand instinctively slipped between his legs again to feel the mess, fingers brushing his overstimulated clit. he liked how he felt, always loved when he’s soaked like this especially because of carlos.
“carlos,” his voice was hoarsed and broken when he whispered. “look what you did to me.”
george shifted gently, moving slowly on shaky limbs to crawl forward to where the camera was fixed. he got closer, with his face flushed and damp, eyes glassy, lips parted in soft pants. then he settled on his knees and spreaded himself for the lens, flashing himself—two fingers on either side, holding his pussy open.
“look at me,” he breathed. “i came so hard for you. i ruined myself—just thinking about you.”
he gathered the slick mess with his other hand—shiny, dripping—and lifted it up to the camera, letting the stringy and wet slick run between his fingers.
“this is all yours,” he said. “i want you to see what you do to me. what i am for you.”
he leaned in closer now, face just inches from the camera. and his voice dropped to a filthy whisper.
“next time, you’re gonna fuck me like this. you’re gonna watch me come on your cock, beg for it, cry for it. and when i’m shaking, when i’m dripping down your thighs, you’re not gonna stop.”
george stared straight into the lens shamelessly, “you’re going to fill me up, carlos. and then you’re going to do it again.”
the screen lingered on his face. and then he smiled.
cut.