“I had to agree to some terrible chores, so don’t get your hopes up of this being an on-going thing,” Magnus warns them, even though we both know that we’re going to pretend to like it enough to keep doing it when we’re together.
I shoot the camera an evil grin. “I am very much looking forward to skipping cleaning the bathroom next week.” I let my grin fall, and give the camera a serious look. “Keep the comments kind. This is a safe space for all people, all bodies, all sexualities. Anyone posting heinous shit will be banned without warning. Our mods aren’t going to let you get away with being a terrible person in our comment sections. We love you all, and you’re welcome to join us, get off with us, play with us, but you are not welcome to be asshats to us or each other.”
Magnus sighs and leans his head against my shoulder. “Our subscribers are too amazing to need that warning.”
I turn and kiss the top of his head, because I like that he’s probably naive enough to believe that. I leave my mouth pressed to his hair for a beat, and then spread my legs and pull him between them.
Magnus scrambles into place, helping me get him into a comfortable position for both of us. I’m jerking him off first, and then we’re going to play it by ear whether he gets to touch me on camera or not. If he’s too tired, he’s going to his knees for me again, and I’m not going to be upset either way this scene goes.
Magnus relaxes against my chest, resting his head to the left, giving me enough room to reach around with my dominant hand. I run my hand up his chest and playfully pinch his nipple. He gasps, already hard in his tiny little swim thong. “Should I treat you like I would treat myself?” I hum loud enough for the camera, glancing at it as if I’m bringing our subscribers into a little secret.
Magnus whines softly. “Noooo, you’re so mean to yourself,” he complains.
I chuckle darkly, pinching his other nipple as I wrap my other hand around his neck. “But everyone watching probably wants to see you squirm. You’re very popular, and if we rush this, it’s not exactly a very good precedent to set for our fan service.”
We agreed to this general theme for this episode last week, but we’ve gone off script a little. He wasn’t supposed to tell me I was mean to myself. He was supposed to say something about how much the subs like edging, but this makes it feel more genuine since Magnus really doesn’t want to wait for his orgasm, but he agrees that his desperation for it will be attractive enough to bring in more subscribers. We’re trying to get our fans to talk to their friends and pull in more people. We want peopletalkingabout us as much as they’re watching us.
Magnus whimpers and swallows under my hand, then nods. “Ok, ok. Please just—don’t make me wait too long.”
I grin at the camera and then focus all my attention on Magnus.
I tighten my grip around his neck, not enough to choke, just enough to keep him focused on my hands, and I increase the attention I’m giving to his nipples. Pinch-pull-switch; pinch-pull-switch. His cock swells and leaks in that tiny scrap of fabric, creating a visible wet spot the longer I spend on his nipples. He whines softly at first, but eventually his noises grow louder, more desperate, and finally he starts begging. “Trent. Please. Please. Let me—or touch me—or—please!”
I kiss his hair, rubbing up and down his chest in a soothing pattern. “Shh, you’re ok. I’ve still got you. I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”
Ooof. Probably shouldn’t have added that last word.
Magnus, however, doesn’t seem to notice. He just nods. “Yes. Please.”
Covering my faux pas with another kiss, I slide my hand down to his dick, covering it with my hand and gripping it through the fabric. Magnus immediately cries out, humping my hand, and I catch him around the hips, stopping him from coming before I get him skin to skin.
“Not yet,” I order, growling in his ear. “Do you want my hand or do you want me to stop?”
Magnus stills, whining at me and tucking his face into my neck. “I’m sorry. I’ll be good. Please touch me.”
Absolutely no one is going to believe we’re platonic after we post this. Not a single soul. We’re going to have to play our parts perfectly to keep everyone on the edge of their seats.
I slowly reach for the thong and lift it over his erection, pushing the fabric down his legs just enough to get it out of the way. If I didn’t want to see him in it again, I’d probably just rip it off, but we have four more days of this vacation, and watching him prance around in this itty bitty scrap of fabric is going tobe the highlight of this trip, no matter what else we do. Maybe I should buy him a couple more so he doesn’t feel like he’s wearing dirty clothes every time he puts his swimwear on.
“Treeeeeennnnnt,” he whines, since I’ve been staring at his thong long enough to make him beg.
I huff a laugh and reach beside me for a pump of lube. Slicking my hand up with it, I grab his shaft and hold it for a second, waiting for Magnus to get his reaction under control. Instead of bucking like he did before, his entire body goes taut with his effort to stay still.
“Good boy,” I murmur and slide my hand up his shaft.
He keens with need, and I slow the slide as I descend down his cock. I keep my pace slow and steady, lavishing attention on his dick from root to crown, twisting my hand over the head, and adjusting the pressure to give him the most pleasure. Magnus pants and whimpers and tries not to squirm. He begs for more, but when I don’t give him more, he presses his face into my neck, his mouth opens, and he sucks.
My entire body ignites as he catches one of my most sensitive erogenous zones. Involuntarily, my rhythm stutters, and I increase the pace, jacking him three times in quick succession. Magnus suddenly bites down on the skin he’s sucking and his cock pulses in my hand, shooting jets of cum up his chest and over my hand.
My hips jerk, but I stop myself from seeking the friction that I need, watching Magnus come in my hand, and finding more pleasure in the pain of his bite than I thought possible.
He unclenches his jaw and releases my neck with a sigh of satiation, relaxing into a boneless little cuddle bug.
Realizing that there is no way Magnus is going to reciprocate tonight, I delicately help him out of my lap and onto the floor. He relaxes with his face on my thigh, and I rip my cock out of my shorts, shuttling my hand over my shaft until I blow, coveringhis face with my cum. A possessive growl erupts from me at the sight.
I pull him back up and he straddles my legs as I hold him close, tucking him in. We’re covered in cum, and it’s going to get sticky and gross in a minute, but right now, in this moment, I’m as content as a man can get.
I kiss Magnus’s hair again and tighten my hold on him. Soon this man’s going to figure out we’re meant to be together; I know it in my bones.
