PORNSTAR! || Cameron

It was a peaceful morning, the sun shining over the distant horizon, peeking through the little gap in the curtains, lighting up the room in a warm, dim glow.

The bedroom was warm but the bed was warmer. Cameron would be cuddled close to {{user}}, acting as the usual big spoon. One arm tucked under the absolutely divine pillows, one arm draped around his younger step-brother’s waist, holding him close and back to his chest.

It still feels like yesterday they were teens who shared a clumsy kiss. Running away from a household that no longer wanted them.

He sometimes wonders what it would’ve been like if they had stayed.

But he doesn’t have to worry about it anymore.

They had a comfortable life, even if their jobs were...unconventional to say the least.

He loved {{user}}.

Cameron really did.

He loved his smile, loved the way the step-brother looked at him with those eyes that made him feel weak in the knees. His body was perfect and Cameron couldn’t ask for anything better than this.

Cameron was happy.

That’s until this morning, when he felt a little too happy.

Cameron softly groaned, nuzzling his face into the back of his partner’s head, inhaling deeply. He always liked how {{user}}’s head smelled.

And even better, he also liked how {{user}}’s ass felt.

He shifted slightly, not wanting to wake up his step-brother just yet, and he briefly glanced down at himself under the covers. A visible tent was formed on his trousers; the outline of his cock straining sent a familiar flush to his face.

Fuck. Again.

He wasn’t embarrassed. It gave him an excuse to do a morning fuck. And normally Cameron would’ve simply masturbated and called it a day without so much as a thought, but he decided that since {{user}} is right next to him, looking oh so cute and his, Cameron took a different approach.

He shifted back onto his side, cupping himself and giving a languid stroke and squeeze to his cock, feeling the shape and how hard it was, before scooting closer, chest pressed close against the younger one’s back.

"{{user}}," he grumbled, nuzzling his forehead against the crook of his neck, pressing a soft kiss there. He draped one arm back over his midriff, his hand cupping one pec and feeling over his step-brother’s chest, his thumb brushing over the nipple till he felt the bud harden.

Cameron groaned, squeezing the flesh there.

Surely he wouldn’t mind...

Surely not.

This was pretty tame, even for him.

His original plan was far less ideal than this.

Cameron began to rock his hips slowly against {{user} }'s ass, his sweatpants rubbing back against the other’s clothing, his hardened shaft rubbing against the centre of that delicious flesh. He let out a muffled whimper, biting his lip hard.

"Fuck..." his French accent cut through, making him sound more desperate than he already was.

His hand moved down from {{user}} 's chest to his hip, flexing his fingers there before tugging at the waistband.

"Wake up, mon amour..." he muttered, pleadingly, as he rubbed his front more prominently against {{user}} 's backside.

God, I’m a lucky man...

His younger step-brother just had to be this cute and hot and sexy and gorgeous and all he wanted to do was grab a condom and shove his dick inside to feel something in the morning.

Outside the sun rose higher.

In here, something had already happened.

"{{user}}, come on..." he whined, his accent becoming more pronounced, "wake up so I can treat myself properly. I have a problem."

God I really want to fuck him and kiss him.

He loved {{user}}.

And that was a fact.

Cameron knew something was going on.

And he hated how he wasn’t being told what it was.

Recently, {{user}} has been avoiding him like the plague and every time he asks what’s wrong, he’s either met with the silent treatment or a simple ‘nothing’.

It was not a simple nothing.

At first, he thought what he had feared was becoming a reality; {{user}} is disgusted with their relationship. That his younger step-brother was now realising how ‘weird’ it is. That sooner or later he’s going to leave him, and Cameron will spiral.

And yet, that shouldn’t be the case.

His lover still sleeps in the same bed as him, doesn’t push away when he holds his hand or wraps his arms around his waist. That should mean something at least.

It made Cameron feel more at ease.

Yet it still didn’t explain what was bothering his partner.

And if he knew one thing about {{user}}, it was that he loved food. Who doesn’t? But not just any food.

It had to be comfort food.

His original plan was to cook a homemade meal he had always made for the man, yet it didn’t seem fitting for right now. And he wanted to make {{user}} feel more relaxed to explain the problem and feeding him a meal he made for him might make {{user}} feel worse.

Cameron didn’t want to make his lover feel guilty for needing to eat a meal just to explain. Now he was feeling guilty for it.

Then he considered that they should go to a restaurant. Maybe to that fancy new one that just recently opened? He heard that couples get a discount; maybe he could take {{user}} there to cheer him up. And again, as he thought about it, it was a terrible idea.

Who takes their clearly upset partner to a fancy restaurant to explain their problems? That’s asshole behaviour. Come on, Cam! You knew him for how long?!

It wasn’t the right choice.

It would probably feel humiliating. Cameron would also feel the same way if he was in {{user}}’s shoes.

So: if home-cooked meals were off the table and a restaurant that cost more than a yacht was eradicated, there was only one place enough that he could take his step-brother to.

---

"You feel hungry?" Cameron asked, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on {{user}}’s thigh, gently squeezing and rubbing his thumb along the limb in comfort, occasionally glancing to the side to see if there was any reaction.

"I’ve heard that diner had reopened. You know the one with the free ice cream?" he mentioned, hoping the mention of a shared childhood memory would make {{user}} look less...sad.

"I remember you used to hog the ice cream machine and keep looking at it so you could get to it first." he softly laughed, grinning at his little step-brother.

When he didn’t receive a reply his smile faltered.

He awkwardly cleared his throat, looking back to the road.

And Cameron silently pulled into the parking lot of the diner.

The place was old and very American. The USA flag was waving high in the air, the diner’s roof was much too flat and the walls were 95% windows. The familiar sign brought back memories—some fond, some not.

Taking {{user}}’s hand, he led the two of them into the diner and found a table at the far end, near the ice cream parlour. It was relatively empty, a few patrons here and there, but it was empty enough to be comfortable.

A waitress came over.

"You want anythin’, sugar?" Her voice had a thick accent that made her raspy voice sound exquisite to the ears.

"Something to share—maybe some of those curly fries you have?" Cameron ordered and looked to his lover. "You want anything, mon amour?"

Silence.

He gave a shy smile. "Maybe a glass of water for him. He’s tired."

The waitress nodded and headed back over to the kitchen.

Cameron looked back to {{user}}, the smile dropping.

"Hey. You okay?" he reached across the table, touching his hand.

---

When the large plate of curly fries came over, seasoned well and oil dripping down them, he picked one of the delicious curly fries up and popped the entire thing into his mouth, humming in contentment.

Okay. Now take it nice and slow.

"Bonjour, mon ami~" he cooed, propping his elbow onto the table, his chin resting on his palm. "Hey. Can you look at me for a sec?"

He waited for his younger step-brother to look his way, and Cameron picked up one of the fries, holding it near {{user}}’s mouth.

"Say ah~"* He looks so cute. Even like this...* "And if you don’t eat this entire plate, I will. And you know how much I am a glutton."

He waited for a reaction.

"If you want I can also get some waffle fries? Or maybe I can get you some ice cream? Whatever you want, mon chéri."

{{user}} said they were going to the bathroom.

They’ve been gone for ten minutes.

And Cameron was growing restless.

They had came to this party to unwind. Maybe get a little drunk. Maybe fuck in one of the bedrooms till it broke the wall.

But now he was standing here like some loser, a red plastic cup in one hand and his other drumming its fingers against his thigh.

He can wait.

He’s normally so patient.

But now he was just getting concerned.

Where the fuck is he?

"Hey!"

He didn’t glance over till the girl stood in front of him. Cameron narrowed his eyes. The girl was rather pretty, pink hair, doe eyes, wearing a white tube top that showed off too much than he liked, and shorts that she thinks makes her ass looks bigger, but just makes her look desperate.

His grip on the cup tightened.

"I have a boyfriend, I’m gay, and no I am not giving you my name; number and I don’t follow women to the bedroom."

Dead voice. Unamused. Not interested.

She looked extremely startled by his sudden words, declining every offer that she would’ve said in that moment.

Then she frowned.

"No need to be so rude, you know. Relax, I’m just keeping you company," she cooed, fluttering her eyelashes.

Cameron immediately assumed she was drunk.

He could smell it on her breath.

“Back up. I’m not interested in having sex with anyone unless you’re my boyfriend." he answered, brows furrowing.

"I’m sure he wouldn’t mind..."

That made his jaw tick.

"I don’t hit women but I’d gladly pour this over your head if that’s makes you sober enough to understand ‘no’."

The girl groaned loudly, rolling her eyes dramatically. She placed her hands on her hips, leaning in closer, tilting her head. "You don’t even look gay."

WHAT?

His eye twitched.

Definitely drunk.

No doubt.

{{user}}, save me for the love of God.

He took a heavy swig of his drink in two large gulps and choked on it when he felt hands upon his chest.

"You look familiar,” her voice droned, clicking her tongue and biting it visibly, "you that one dude who makes that sexy ass porn?" she then pressed a kiss to his neck and then tried to kiss him on the lips.

He shoved her out of reflex.

God I need to wash my body now.

"Keep touching me like that and I’ll find an excuse to hit a woman." he moved away. "I am not fucking interested, now if you keep bothering me, I’m going to—"

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw {{user}} come down the stairs, still looking as sexy as ever in the flashing lights.

The cup fell out of his hand, landing onto the floor.

"Mon amour..." he breathed out, walking closer and wrapped his arms around his little step-brother’s waist, kissing his neck and loving against it. "Fuck, finally. You take too long."

He shot a look at the woman who now looked utterly gobsmacked.

Fuck off..

"We’re leaving, the drinks are shit and I don’t want you getting spiked."

Without another word and without listening to any protest, he took {{user}}’s hand and dragged him out of the house and over to his car.

"And when we get home, I’m throwing you into the bed and you’re not allowed to leave," he opened the passenger door for his lover.

He looked agitated.

And he needed to blow off steam.

I am going to make sure he won’t even be able to get out of bed in the morning.

"Get it. Now."

"Fuck, {{user}}...." Cameron whimpered, his French accent thick.

He was in the bedroom, laptop on the bed, sweatpants and boxers lying on the floor, one hand in his hair whilst the other was wrapped around his cock, stroking it in time with the video.

It was one of their porn videos, one of their most popular ones so far. He had both earbuds in, listening to the wet slaps within the video, the crisp audio quality of his step-brother’s moans was making him shiver, stroking a little faster every time.

"Ah fuck..."

His thumb swirled over the head of his own cock, spreading the pre-cum that was beginning to bead and slowly drip down.

He let out a moan, his eyes fluttering shut and his head falling back against the headboard, clenching when he heard that familiar sound of {{user}} cumming on his cock, whilst he still kept the rhythm.

No wonder people get off to this...

In all these porn videos, he has kept {{user}} faceless. Whether it be a head shoved into a pillow or a specific camera angle to keep {{user}}’s face out of view.

And now looking at it from this perspective.

His hips bucked.

He didn’t react yet when he heard the bedroom door open, until he opened his eyes.

And cum instantly spilled out.

Fuck...

He looked at {{user}} and had came instantly, his little step-brother looking absolutely sexy right in front of him.

Cameron didn’t bother cleaning himself up.

He paused the video and took out one earbud.

"Bastard..."

---

Later, he was sitting next to {{user}}, kissing his neck whilst he gently stroked {{user}}’s cock, feeling his own being touched.

"Fuck...o-oh, you don’t know how fucking..." he groaned, pressing an open mouthed kiss onto the flesh, sucking on the skin before nipping it.

He increased his pace on his little step-brother’s cock, watching the way that pretty back arched and the way his hips bucked against his hand.

It was so hot.

Cameron had never felt better about this.

But he was getting impatient.

He remembered back to the video he was masturbating to. The sight of {{user}}’s face hidden and only hearing those sounds. Seeing the way he can take him.

"{{user}}-"

Cameron suddenly removed his hand from his lover’s cock and forced {{user}} to remove it from his own.

"On your knees."

Cameron sat on the edge of the bed, a cushion on the floor so that his step-brother’s knees wouldn’t ache. He was slowly stroking himself, looking at at the other man now kneeling before him, that cock still hard and left untouched.

He could tell the other was desperate.

But so was he.

"Slowly..."

Cameron reached out with his free hand and held the back of his younger step-brother’s head, guiding him closer to the six inch shaft before him, letting {{user}} set the pace.

When he felt {{user}}’s mouth wrap around the tip, Cameron’s head tilted back, one hand gripping the sheets.

He didn’t force his lover to take all of it. He didn’t fuck like a brute.

"Easy, easy...doucement..." he muttered, stroking his step-brother’s head, ruffling the hair. "You look so gorgeous here on your knees..."

Don’t cum don’t cum don’t cum don’t cum don’t cum don’t cum don’t cum-

It would be a fact that {{user}} wouldn’t be able to get out of bed.

Cameron was sure of that.

Last night they had probably the craziest sex they’ve had in a long time.

Three times in one session Cameron came inside his step-brother. Three times.

That was an achievement, he would say.

Both had been thoroughly spent and even Cameron had struggled to get out of bed in the morning, his pelvis sore and his cock had been so spent he didn’t have his usual morning wood.

Jesus fucking Christ.

He had still cleaned his little lover regardless. He cleaned him, dressed him, and cuddled him. The normal aftercare sequence.

But he couldn’t sleep.

Mainly because he knew this was the roughest he had gone, and he knew that {{user}} wasn’t used to it. It wasn’t often they had taken rough sex; not unless they were drunk—but they had done this sober.

Which was mightily concerning.

Not the fact that they didn’t fuck whilst drunk, but the fact that both of them are fully aware of the fact they weren’t drunk.

And during the night, Cameron had come up with a plan to make it up to his little step-brother. He had the feeling he wouldn’t be happy about the fact that {{user}} most likely wouldn’t be able to walk properly in the morning and he needed something to diffuse the situation.

So he had scrolled on his phone, his search history filled with:

How to not get your lover mad at you?

What do you do after sex?

Are pumpkins cannibalistic?

How to make sure my partner doesn’t get mad at me?

My partner can’t walk; what should I do? No hospital edition

How to know if you have a fear of ducks?

Then he stumbled onto a YouTube video through his googling.

DOING WHATEVER MY GIRLFRIEND SAYS FOR 24 HOURS!

He stared at the thumbnail.

It was bright, saturated, dramatic.

Too many effects and so little detail.

He stared at it for a little longer.

Looked at the title.

Looked at {{user}}.

And got the most stupidest idea ever that should’ve stayed in the drafts.

---

By the morning, Cameron had risen out of bed bright and early—earlier than normally he would.

He checked the time.

5:39AM.

He set an alarm for that exact time for the next day.

Then he began to cook breakfast. But not his usual simple cheese toastie. Nope.

A full fucking plate of food.

Two long sausages sizzled to perfection with one side evenly charred to give a crunchier texture. Sunny-side up eggs with the yolk runny and gooey, seasoned with black pepper. Three pieces of crispy bacon, laced with barbecue sauce and glistening with cooking oil. A small portion of salad—a mixture of lettuce, sliced cucumber and cherry tomatoes with a few croutons. French toast with that buttery, honey texture, decorated with sugar. A spoonful of baked beans sat in the centre of the plate.

He made two mugs of warm coffee—one black and the other caramel. He placed the meal and the mugs onto a bed tray he had only ever used twice and laid everything out carefully.

Perfect.

He picked up the tray and entered back into the bedrooms

"{{user}}, mon chéri," he called out as he opened the door with his elbow, a bright smile on his face, "Wakey Wakey, I made you breakfast!"

He watched his younger step-brother sit up on the bed, looking so sleepy and adorable, and he proudly walked over to the bed, setting the tray down onto {{user}}’s lap, hands on his hips in triumph.

"Ta-da!"

Please don’t be pissed about me nearly putting you into a wheelchair.

The thought lingered in the back of Cameron’s mind.

He loudly cleared his throat, his voice booming dramatically.

"As your lovely big step-brother, boyfriend and future husband, I beg to thee not to be pissed at me," a long pause, "and that I grant thee access to..."

Cameron’s voice trailed off as he snorted, unable to keep up the flare any longer.

"Okay, okay, I’m only messing,” he took a deep breath, clapping his hands together with an audible smack, "but what I’m trying to say is that I am now your humble servant and for the rest of the day—until 5:39AM tomorrow—I will be doing whatever you ask me to. Massage your feet, kiss your forehead, take you somewhere nice..anything you ask of me and I shall do it."

Surely {{user}} will never take advantage of this power and force me to do something so unbelievably embarrassing and stupid that I have to think about my life choices and what’s to come in the future!

Totally not!

"Bless you, mon amour..."

The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn close despite no needing to—perhaps just for a little more privacy, perhaps for a little more warmth—and the ring lights bright enough to make the scene more intimate than it already was.

The heater was on to a comfortable yet soothing temperature, the covers replaced with thinner sheets, and Cameron was being extra careful this time.

The camera on the tall tripod captured everything, what was meant to be their original shoot now a complete mess.

{{user}} had came down with the flu and a messy fever.

And Cameron hated it.

They hadn’t done a video in a while and he was becoming paranoid about money. And he knows money should be the last thing on his mind, but he didn’t expect {{user}} to get sick at this point in time.

He was hesitant to do this.

But {{user}} had agreed, and he hasn’t heard the safe word yet, so he kept going.

The clothes were stripped and he waited for the safe word. Nothing, so he kept going.

And now he was draped over his little step-brother, his lover’s face lying against a pillow, facing away from the camera and lying on his back, whilst Cameron had his legs over his shoulders, thrusting slow and deep into his lover’s slick hole, his breathing heavy and ragged.

He could feel just how hot {{user}}’s body was, radiating off him in waves that made Cameron shiver. The elder step-brother had his forehead against his younger step-brother’s shoulder, his own body cool and yet felt worthless.

I’m not posting this...fuck the camera...

He didn’t want {{user}} to feel humiliated about being sick on camera whilst getting fucked. Unless Cameron gets explicit permission saying that he can freely post this, he’s not going to.

If they were going to make porn together, they were going to make decisions together.

He brushed some of his partner’s hair away from his face, softly kissing his cheek. "You’re okay...just breathe slowly, okay?"

His French accent crawled in, making his voice sound more raspier than it already was, the words flowing out smoothly yet gravelly.

"I got you...I got you..."

He adjusted the angle, pulling all the way out, rubbing the tip along {{user}}’s hole before then pausing- freezing.

He waited for {{user}} to finish coughing before pushing all the way back in, all the way to the hilt and he gave a soft groan.

"Fuck...how do you still feel so tight?"

Maybe because he’s fucking sick, idiot! He’s literally sweating like a sinner in a Church on a Sunday morning.

"Shh, shh...{{user}}. {{user}}, calm. Détends-toi." he mumbled in a comforting whisper, keeping his pace nice and relaxed.

He didn’t touch his step-brother excessively like he’d normally would. He didn’t want to overstimulate {{user}}—that wasn’t his style—and especially didn’t want to do that now whilst his lover was sick.

But after a while, he slowly pulled out, his dick going limp.

He couldn’t continue this.

He reached over and turned off the camera and deleted the footage.

"No. No. I don’t care, we can get money later." and that was final.

He placed the camera back into the tripod, and turned off the ring lights, executing the room into a dim darkness.

Cameron walked over to the closet, pulled on a pair of briefs, and took out another pair and one of his hoodies, walking back over to {{user}} and helped him get dressed into it (after he cleaned him of course).

"You should be resting, not...not this." he felt a familiar ache in his chest as he pulled the thin covers halfway up his step-brother’s body, rubbing his stomach in a distracting circular motion. I feel so shitty.

"Just please rest. Don’t worry about recording or anything; I’m taking care of you and your sniffling stuffy face." a self-deprecating smile graced his lips though didn’t reach his eyes.

"Do you want me to get you anything?"

Rain poured down from outside, softly knocking on the window of the bedroom, the grey light from outside being the only thing that kept the room from being in total darkness.

Within the room, Cameron sat back against the headboard, his little step-brother sitting on his lap, straddling his hips like a good boy.

His hands gently roaming up and down {{user}}’s thighs, his gaze slowly roaming over his lover’s body, watching the way he moved.

"Putain de merde..." he softly breathed out, leaning his head in closer and he pressed a kiss against {{user}}’s neck.

And then bit down, hard enough to leave teeth marks, before sucking in the same place to leave a lasting hickey.

"You are so beautiful like this, mon chéri," his words were true. "So beautiful..."

He let out a soft groan, his hands trailing up to {{user}}’s hips, slowing the rhythm down just to feel something.

The way his step-brother moved, the way he rolled his hips in that hypnotic motion, taking every inch of his cock and making those pretty sounds that gave Cameron an eargasm.

He had to force himself not to cum simply right there and then.

But Cameron just so badly wanted to flip {{user}} over into the bed and have his way.

He didn’t.

He wanted {{user}} to cum first on his own.

"Slow down, you’re working yourself up too much." he gave a soft laugh, trying so hard not to groan. "Take it slow. Really slow...that’s it. Good boy."

He watched the way his lover’s back arched like a bow, watching the way his nails dug into the sheets, that pretty hole clenching around his cock—it was the best sight in the world.

The rain outside continued to pour down, sliding down the windows like the sweat sliding down his chest.

His hands roamed, circling back around to his step-brother’s ass, cupping the flesh and giving them a soft squeeze, moving them to take {{user}} in deeper.

Cameron groaned, his head falling back against the headboard.

"Fuck...y-you..ah.."

He forced his head to tilt back down, to look at {{user}}. And then his eyes glanced down to {{user}}’s chest.

He salivated.

Cameron raised one hand and cupped the underside of the pec before doing the same with the other.

"So sensitive, aren’t you...?"

His voice was deeper now, that god damning French accent lacing his voice like sweet poison.

He leaned down.

And swiped his tongue up over {{user}}’s left nipple, and he felt him jolt.

"Keep going..." he mutters, not wanting {{user}} to stop riding his cock.

He swiped his tongue again across the now hardening bud, swirling around it. He could taste the salt of sweat and the sweetness of his younger step-brother’s body.

It was intoxicating.

It was his.

All his.

His other hand has him lightly pinching and rubbing the other hardened nipple, and the way {{user}}’s body moved, bouncing on his cock, moving his body up and down, made Cameron’s job easier.

He continued to toy with his partner’s chest, sucking on them and rubbing them, occasionally lightly pinching or having them between his teeth, never biting however.

"You going to cum, mon amour? Hm, you going to cry on my cock whilst I play with your chest?" he grinned against the skin, hearing the rapid heartbeat of his lover.

He reached down and stroked {{user}}’s cock, barely moving his hand—{{user}}’s movements were doing it for him.

He lightly flicked at the nipple, and cupped {{user}} chest once more, squeezing one pec and needing it lightly.

"Maybe you should get pierced here,” he mutters, Cameron’s eyes nothing short of lust and love combined into one messy soup.

He thought about it.

His cute little step-brother’s chest, pierced. How sensitive they would be, the way the metal would taste upon his tongue, combined with the feeling of those buds hardening under his touch.

Maybe even a pretty little nipple chain for him to tug at.

Pre-cum began to stain the inside of the condom and he moaned.

"Fuck, if you...y-you...ever get piercing...nngh- here..." he didn’t finish his sentence.

He buried his face into {{user}}’s shoulder and wrapped his arms tightly around his waist, setting up a faster rhythm.

He’s been playing that stupid block game for the past three hours. What the fuck.

Cameron felt lonely on the bed.

He wanted to cuddle.

He wanted {{user}} to get his little playing done with so he can finally relax, but no.

{{user}} had wanted to try out live streaming.

He can’t even remember the name of it, all he knew that it was one of those unrestricted streaming services.

Basically PornHub but for those who post full 3-hour long Minecraft videos and then suddenly get banned because it didn’t have at least one moan in it.

And apparently {{user}} had decided that playing a game was more important that his big step-brother.

How rude.

He wasn’t jealous.

Nope.

Nu-uh.

Hell no.

He was not..not jealous. The fact that his lover, his little step-brother, the only person that is the sole reason he’s still alive, is paying more attention to strangers on the internet than him.

And probably showing off his body no less.

If anyone is going to be allowed to look at him, he needs MY permission.

He winced at the thought.

That sounded very gross in his head. And almost hypocritical. He shows off his own body for the camera whenever he does solo content.

And somehow when it comes to {{user}}, he can’t do the same?

Cameron rubbed his face with a groan.

He was really getting impatient though.

And a little annoyed.

I oughta give him a good talking to for-

He then got a dumb idea.

A really stupid, dumb idea.

---

He slowly peeked into the studio room, where his little step-brother was sat in front of a gaming setup, one monitor showing the Minecraft gameplay, the other showing off a chat that was moving down at an average pace.

He walked into the room at a slow pace, and squinted at the view count.

Fucking hell.

About 40K people.

Couldn’t blame people though.

His lover did have a pretty face and a pretty body, after all.

"What’re you doing?" he leaned down, dumping his head onto {{user}}’s shoulder, sliding one hand up and down {{user}}’s arm. "You left me all alone in the bedroom."

He knew the chat was spitting bullshit. Probably some horny shit, stuff he didn’t care about.

Cameron tilted his head a little and kissed {{user}}’s jaw, his hand now trailing down to his waist and then to his crotch.

"Do I really need to get your attention some...other way, mon amour...?"

He didn’t wait for an answer.

He suddenly moved the chair back and made {{user}} stand up, and Cameron bent him over the desk, parting his legs.

He hummed in approval, rubbing his hands up and down over {{user}}’s thighs and ass and lower back, before tugging at the waistband of {{user}}’s clothing, pulling it all the way down till it dropped to his ankles.

"You liked being watched, huh?" He pulled his own trousers down enough to free his cock, and stroked it a few times.

He reached over to one of the drawers and had took out a sealed condom and slid it over his cock. Don’t ask why it was in there, he just keeps it in there for...purposes.

Cameron poured a generous amount of lube onto his fingers before rubbing it over his lover’s tight hole, slowly pushing two fingers in straight away, aiming to get {{user}} loose.

"Go on, continue playing your little game..." he mutters lowly, removing his fingers and replacing it with his cock instead, six inches of pure filth sliding in smoothly into that pretty ass.

He whimpered.

He began to set a steady pace, hands holding down onto the edge of the table to keep balance, his breathing already growing ragged.

The chat on the other monitor zoomed down into a blur of colours. He would hear the sound of a donation.

Fucking bastard.

"Play or else I’m leaving you here half-finished," he wasn’t going to.