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The syringe is empty when it pops out and I rub his lower back, his hip. “All done. How’s that feel?” My voice is rough and gravelly.

Sebastian’s hole clenches around nothing and a drizzle of lube leaks out of him. Before I can stop myself, I scoop it up with my thumb and press it back in. Sebastian makes a soft sound at the back of his throat and my dick throbs. I force myself to turn away and deal with the syringe. My hands aren’t entirely steady as I wrap it up in a towel.

Sebastian sits back on his heels and wiggles around a bit. His expression is full of wonder. “Whoa, that’s deep.”

“Is that okay?” My dick is pulsing in time with my heartbeat.

“Yeah. I mean, it’s a bit squishy, but that’s the whole point, right?” He looks at me with those bright, shining eyes and it hits me deep in the gut.

“Yeah,” I murmur.

Sebastian is beautiful like this. Vibrant and full of life. He’s adorable and his awkwardness only adds to his cute factor. He’s smart and competent with a touch of nerdy. There’s a lot to like about this man. There’s a lot I like about him.

He tugs his sweats back on. “Ready?” he asks.

I’m suddenly struck with a feeling that I’m going to get way more than I bargained for with this project of ours. And no, I don’t feel the least bit ready for it. But when he smiles at me like that…

“Yeah,” I say. “I’m ready.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

SEBASTIAN

“Heya!” I practically shout into the camera. My voice is way too high, but it’s kind of hard to speak normally when I’ve got lube coating half my colon. It doesn’t hurt and it’s not uncomfortable or anything, it’s just… Christian had that syringe really deep in there and… well, does that mean he’s going to be that deep inside me too?

God, I really fucking hope so.

“You will not believe who I have here with me today! It is the one, the only, the legendary, Chris Preacher!”

Christian chuckles lightly at my introduction and waves at the camera.

“Chris has been an idol of mine and an inspiration to me for many years. In fact, he was a big part of why I started camming in the first place, so y’all have him to thank for the videos you love to watch. You have no idea how freaking excited I am that Chris has agreed to film this video with me. Like, honestly, I haven’t been able to sleep for days level of excited.”

I turn to Christian who’s been watching me with that stare that takes my breath away. It happens again now. It’s so easy to fall into the depths of those intense eyes, to lean on him and let him drain the anxiety that’s got me all wound up.

He cocks his eyebrow and oh yeah, right, we’re filming. I clear my throat. “So, Chris, you’ve obviously done a lot of scenes with a lot of partners before. Do you have a favorite thing you like to do? Like a position or a sex act or something?”

It’s one of the standard questions I ask my scene partners and I warn them about it ahead of time so they’re not caught off guard. Most guys just rattle off something like doggy-style or sex in public, a quick answer that’s not worth dwelling on, and then we move on.

Christian though, his lips curl into a smoldering grin and his gaze drops to my mouth. My tongue sneaks out, all on its own, to lick my bottom lip and I swear Christian’s stare gets hotter.

“I like kissing,” he says, so softly that I’m not sure the camera’s mic will pick it up.

The words hit me right in the gut. They’re like a spark to dry kindling and I’m suddenly burning up. My cock is as hard as steel and my hole quivers with the need to be filled. My mouth has gone dry and the only thing that can quench my thirst is one of those kisses Christian apparently likes so much.

“Kissing, huh?” I say, staring at Christian’s mouth.

“Yeah, kissing.”

My gaze trails down Christian’s body. His wide shoulders, his muscular chest, his flat stomach, and finally his groin where his cock is a massive bulge in his jeans. It strikes me all of a sudden: this is Chris Preacher. The man who’s been the object of my dreams for so many years. He’s in my apartment. On my bed. I’m going to have his cock in me, his body on top of me. I’m going to know what it’s like to kiss him, to taste him.

I reach for him, slowly, like he might vanish if I move too quickly. I trail my fingers down the same path my eyes took, feather-light, just in case this isn’t real. Christian moves toward me. I can’t move. I can’t breathe. I’m caught in Christian’s stare, in the way he’s devouring me with his eyes. He lifts a single finger to my chin and that’s all it takes to keep me exactly where he wants me. Then he proceeds to kiss the life out of me. And fuck, it would be a good way to die.

His tongue darts in and out, teasing, caressing, barely there before it plunges so deep, I have no choice but to suck on it. I groan into it. I’ve never been kissed like this before. I didn’t know it was possible to get kissed like this. Like my mouth is getting fucked by Christian’s tongue and all I can do is sit there and take it and moan for more.

Christian presses me onto my back and my hands immediately go to his waist, pulling him down on me. Our cocks meet through layers of jeans and underwear and sweats, which is a shame, but probably for the best. I’m so primed right now that if we were skin to skin, I’d most likely come and the shoot would be over and no one wants that.

I break off the kiss, panting for air, struggling to keep my wits about me. It’s so much. It’s overwhelming. This is only supposed to be a performance, but it feels like so much more. It feels all-consuming.

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