[ Later, he thinks, when another chat message comes through and is highlighted by Tighnari, he should spend some time familiarizing himself with what to do when a stream starts to go differently from how he planned it. Perhaps it was naïve of him not to have done it already, but truthfully this is the first time it's happened— at least, happened badly enough that he feels as if he's lost control.
At the very least, things are back to normal now, and Kaveh feels the panic melt away as he bites his lip, peers thoughtfully at the camera. ]
How I'd play with you... [ One hand reaches out, caresses the head of the toy that had been suggested for him at the start of the session. ] Mm, you made me cum so hard, so it's only fair I return the favor, right? [ A fresh spark of warmth blooms to life, and it's all Kaveh can do not to rock his hips against the toy still pressed firm against his prostate. ]
I'd stroke you like this at first... nice and slow so I can see your eyes widen at the pleasure. I give the best handjobs, so maybe I'll try to convince you to let me start moving again. What do you think? How does that feel, handsome?
[He's a little distracted at the way Pharos bites his lip in thought. It's purposeful, sure, he doubts the man does that when he's looking inward on a daily basis, but user2.718 enjoys the way his mouth flushes with a pretty red when released from the enamel.
Red would suit him, an illogical, entirely random thought crosses Mister E's mind. He's not sure why it shows up, but there it is.
Huffing out a plume of smoke when he hears about those 'best handjobs', he appreciates the boast and those fingers seem ridiculously graceful and dexterous, but he wonders how good they actually would be.
The chat starts replying with more emojis than text. Basically synonym for everyone typing with one hand.
Meanwhile, he just replies, a slight grin to his face.]
[ He notices— of course he does— that chat switches by and large from text to emojis, and it makes him smirk ever so slightly. He's well aware of what such a shift indicates, and further, he knows it means he's riling them up in just the right way— that the hiccup of before is well and truly over and he's back in control of his own stream again.
And then user2.718 goes and ruins that illusion immediately by typing a full word— a full sentence, technically, with proper punctuation and everything—
Ugh, what a jerk. Thinks he's too good for this, does he? (And to think: just minutes ago, Kaveh was internally singing his praises!)
Not allowing the frustration to show on his face, the blonde lifts the toy from the desk, turning himself— and as he settles, the one pressed into him shifts, making his breath hitch— so that his camera can get a better view of the side of his face as his tongue darts out, leaving a trail of wet along the head of the toy. His parted lips rest against it, muffling his voice ever so slightly as he continues: ]
And if the best handjob isn't good enough for you, how about I show you what I can do with my mouth and my tongue? [ A pause as carmine eyes flick over to the camera, his voice lowering a decibel— and half of an octave. ] Or my throat?
[With a slight huff, amused, he wonders if Pharos is getting better at hiding his reactions. With all the preparation and scripting, scenes thought of to a T, he knows that the streamer tended to skid on his words and gestures when something surprised him. The first streams he had watched had been particularly entertaining because of that, the genuine, authentic side of Kaveh that gets him to feel the actual person through the screen. It's the most attractive side of him, in his opinion.
Though he does enjoy how he strives to do better, every single time. It may break him. Thankfully his moderator knows how to keep him in check.]
[ He is getting better at hiding reactions— and yet, when Mister E's next message comes through, he struggles to conceal the frustrated furrowing of his brows.
Luckily, most people probably aren't looking at his eyes.
"Go on", huh? ]
Mm... you're so big. [ Pharos's voice drops to a mewling whine as he mouths at the head of the toy, nudging it between his lips before he pulls back, pleading eyes fixed on the camera. ] Go a little easy on me, okay?
[ But he promptly proves he won't be going easy on himself, lips stretching around the toy and eyelids fluttering. He doesn't rush, but neither does he go slow— he works himself through his preparation just a little quicker than he ideally would, playing the part all the way of one who wants to please a pushy, overeager boyfriend.
Before long at all, he's fucking his mouth in earnest with the toy— and it's a good-quality mic that picks up not only the muffled moans, but the schluck of the saliva-drenched toy as it drags against his lips. His erection has stirred back to life, flushed with his renewed arousal; the motion of his hips is mostly accidental, almost imperceptible, careful lest sharp eyes catch him out. ]
[Sharp eyes do catch him, but user2.718 ponders, smiling softly.
Eager. Something to Pharos that just stroke him as eager to please, even if it's just for show, he gets off of pleasing others to the point that his erection fills back up, nice and taut, with the mere concept of showing someone a good time with his mouth.
He wonders about not how good it feels, but how happy he would be to be caressed as he worked in earnest. Would he preen if someone ruffled his hair and said 'that was good'? To be rewarded.
But as endearing as it is to see him ardent, he's not really following the rules.]
user2.718: Uh-oh.
[The chat, or at least the members that aren't completely lost to actually read, immediately hones in on Mister E's message. If E saw something, then something must be noticed. Until, they realize it, asking for Pharos to stop, that he should be punished harder. That he's misbehaving.]
[ Amidst the flood of emojis, the sudden switch to words from users other than Mister E catches Kaveh off-guard even before Tighnari starts to highlight them one after the other. His breath catches, the color high in his cheeks as he forces his hips to a halt, and trembling hands pull the other toy away from his lips, leaving them red and swollen as he huffs out short, sharp breaths. ]
Punished harder? [ The words are spoken in a breathy whine, face shifting into an expression that's almost pleading. ] Ah— you wouldn't, would you? Aren't I doing such a good job? Making you feel good?
[ Even as the chat messages continue, he reaches one hand out to his keyboard, opens a new window: private message to Vijnana.
The payoff comes in less than 30 seconds. ]
Vijnana: what about that cock ring you love bragging about?
[He leans his head on his hand as he watches a sneaky hand slipping into the corner of the screen and out of sight, obviously the mouse and keyboard of his setup.
Probably asking for suggestions from the mods. At least Pharos is obedient and does stop. user2.718 does wonder if he's that pliant when it's just one person in the room, telling him what to do, instead of faceless words that hold power in numbers on a screen and his bank account.
Not that he would ever confirm that, he thinks as he blows another plume of smoke. Not much sense to wonder about hypotheticals.
The Mod's reply does, however, make him raise his eyebrows. He reaches to type.]
[ user2.718 isn't the only viewer to agree with Pharos's moderator's chat message; a number of others in the chat echo their approval, and Kaveh may have been the one to suggest it in the first place, but the average viewer would never guess it when the exchange makes his lips turn downward in a pout, when he whines his frustration even as he reaches for the ring in question. ]
You're so mean—
[ He holds eye contact with the camera, biting on his lower lip and pressing his hips up into his hand, wrapping the ring around his arousal and hissing at the feeling of constriction as the bands— both of them— settle to press down on him. ]
Nn...
[ Kaveh's fingers tremble as he reaches for the bigger toy once more, bringing it back to his mouth, although his eyes keep peering at the camera, pleading, not quite ready to restart the assault on his mouth. ]
I can't come like this so... will you let me move? Please?
[This is really about to get interesting. user2.718 jabs the remains of his cigarette in the ashtray and settles himself lower on his desk chair, using his arm to support his head by propping it on the armrest.
He catches a whiff of the nicotine in his fingers and grimaces. The worst part of an already nasty habit was all about the scents that lingered.
It's not even that Pharos is begging so sweetly to the camera. It's still performative enough not to stir. But the idea of him being unable to come while he got aroused over imagining sucking cock? That's something he wants to see.]
[ Mister E isn't the only one who chimes in and "allows" Kaveh to move. Several other users do too, and the blonde answers them all with a moan, with a rock of his hips as he reaches out to thumb the toy on again— this time, just on low. Only then does he pick the larger toy back up again, stroking over its length while he looks to the camera.
He breath hitches, and it's real. ]
Mm... thank you. Gonna... pick up where I left off before, show you how much I deserve to cum again, even though I broke the rules—
[ Pharos presses the toy back between his lips, not allowing himself the same warmup he had before— after all, it's barely been minutes— before he starts to fuck his mouth with the toy, moaning around it as his hips stutter and rock into the vibrator pressed into his ass.
He wonders if Mister E is touching himself now, or if he's still watching with a face Kaveh imagines as imperceptible. And he wonders, if they were face to face, if it were just the two of them, if he were crouched between his legs with his face buried in his lap, would the faceless viewer fist handfuls of his hair to pull him closer—
Kaveh gags around the toy as he pushes it too deep too fast, a whine in the back of his throat as he writhes on top of the vibrator. His free hand dances over the dial, and unable to see the chat to ask for permission or no, he takes matters into his own hands, turning it up a few notches and moaning, body shuddering his pleasure.
His lips tear away from the toy in his mouth, a too-loud moan cried to his room. ]
Not that he doesn't want to. His trousers are, thankfully, loose enough that they don't bother him as his erection fills out entirely, but thin enough that they're starting to stain. He feels the blood pressure tighten around the skin of his length, starting to urge towards release, and yet, the only thing he does is place his hand on his clothed crotch as though keeping something unruly still.
user2.718 is, however, more focused on those eyes behind the mask, the way long eyelashes flutter with actual, unfettered pleasure. There's no muted pretence there, nothing that veils the connection between what Pharos is feeling and how he's acting. Suddenly he's asking if everyone is feeling good, as though that's what determines how much pleasure he should get.
There's a lesson to be had there for sure. And Mister E loves going through those.
The chat replies in a cascade of emojis and yes's and 'you're so hot's. It takes some time to reply, but he does it himself.]
user2.718: You're perfect. Be good for me and take it all.
[ His eyes, clouded over with his desire, take a moment to scan the chat, giving himself the time to process the words as they come in. Emojis, simple answers, viewers telling him how sexy he is... but it's user2.718 he's waiting for without even realizing it. Somewhere along the line, the source of his frustration has become something good— he already knows that the man in question will have something proper to say, something better than "🥵" or "so hot" or the ever-popular "🍆💦".
He's not disappointed.
A jolt of pleasure runs down Kaveh's spine at the words Mister E prints onto the screen; there's a whine on his lips in response to the praise, an arch of his hips against the forbidding tightness of the ring looped tight around his arousal. Without another word, he lifts the toy back to his lips, fucking himself on the vibrator as he presses it into his mouth once more, forcing it deep until it's hilted, and he turns his chair to give him— to give them a better angle, to let them see the way it fills his mouth and pushes at his throat as he moans around it.
Only then does he start thrusting it against his mouth again, the corners of his eyes pricking with tears, the sound of it obscene as he writhes and arches.
Fuck— he needs to come— Desperate, he reaches out with his free hand, turns the toy up faster, but with the ring, all he gets out of it is more frustration, another sharp whine as he twists against it. ]
Please. [ His voice is muffled around the toy, almost unable to be understood. It's hard to see the screen anymore, but he knows Tighnari well enough to know that when chat comes to a consensus, he'll get a notification he can see. ]
Maybe later in the VOD that will linger in Pharos' page for some time, he will be able to rewind and and pause and measure the timestamps of when his chat message shows up and how he reacts. It's as though he's reacting to his actual inputs, and not everyone else's.
He sighs, runs a hand over his face. That's stupid. Obviously he's into everything, the show, the number of eyes he has on. To think that a popular camboy like Pharos would pay him special attention is just inane.
He feels like lighting up another cig, perhaps as a punishment to himself for being irrational. What's more one mistake.
He's sort of losing it.
user2.718 waits, tries to take a deep breath, even if the way the streamer voices his need, more than his want, in a way that rattles him to the core.
He licks at his dry lips, and types.]
user2.718: Swallow it. Then you can come when you're done.
[ Kaveh is forced to wait for the answers to come through, sitting with the toy pressed deep into his mouth and his hips rocking down against the vibrator, eyes rolling back in his head as he whines and moans his desperation. There's no acting anymore, only the frustration and need that he feels, and the ring is his saving grace, because when Tighnari highlights that message from user2.718, the arcing pleasure is enough that he thinks he might have come untouched (again) without it.
(And the highlight is followed by a few others, confirming chat's agreement to allow him orgasm, but none of them excite him in quite the same way.)
Of course, there's nothing much to actually swallow— although later, of sound mind and coming down from the excitement, he will no doubt consider buying one of those dildos with a cum tube— but he makes a show of it anyway, working his throat so his larynx bobs, pulling away from the dildo with a gasp and licking his lips. ]
Mm fuck— taste so good— thank you—
[ The words are almost babbled out as he lets the dildo fall back to the desk, lips swollen and red and panting as he reaches down to unfasten the ring and wrap his fingers around himself. Between the release of pressure and the toy buzzing furiously against his prostate, he barely gets through a single stroke before his orgasm hits, and his viewers get the scream they were promised as he spurts over himself once more, body arching and jerking weakly against the pleasure for which it's been so desperately waiting. ]
Mister E's hand squeezes at his erection when he watches the streamer arch and buck into a barely there touch. The man means what it says, thanks the idea of swallowing someone's seed, and still acts as though he's surprised he's coming so much and all over that fancy lingerie of his.
He winces and looks down. His grip had become so strong he actually hurt himself. He hisses and settles carefully on his seat. Well, that will take him off of it for a while.]
[ Kaveh reaches out to turn off the vibrator, looking at the camera through lazy, half-lidded eyes, rough breaths whooshing out over his lips as he tries to gather himself together. Slowly, chat is starting to migrate away from emojis again, back to fuller statements as his viewers see the end of their own pleasure.
(Mister E, though, hasn't changed his typing style once, and he wonders.)
Kaveh reaches for the bottle of water he has nearby, sipping from it as he closes up the stream, thanking everyone for their time— for their mora, because now that he's out of the space of his own pleasure, he remembers it, sees how large a number it is, remembers to be shocked all over again. He tells them when the next stream will be and signs off.
He should go and clean up, but something keeps in his chair for a moment longer, chewing on his lip in contemplation.
A breath, and before he can overthink it: ]
Private chat session started by PharosK.
PharosK: hey, I wanted to say thx I've nvr made so much mora on a stream b4 I know it's largely thx to u.
He still, however, sits down on his desk chair, glares at the angry stain on his joggers, and hisses at the cold as he places the ice pack wrapped with a towel on the place he unthinkingly squeezed.
He's an utter fool, what a letdown.
At least the whole thing helps with the silence. There's something to this room, when a stream ends, and how noise, whichever the type, dissipates as though it was never there in the first place. The hurt on his groin certainly grounds his mind into his own body, into his own breathing.
But then he hears a ping that he's heard before, and groans. Usually it's someone else from the chatroom, trying to either ask or scam him for money or just annoy the hell out of him by spamming threats and insults because of some sort of delusion they hold towards Pharos.
Huh, this one even has the gall to make a username like his.
Except. It's verified.
E does a double-take, and suddenly the ice is forgotten.]
user2.718: No need for thanks. You should know your audience is willing to pay that much. You did well today.
[ He probably shouldn't be quite as pleased by the praise as he is. For all intents and purposes, user2.718 is a customer, his compliment borne of feeling like his money was well spent. And yet, Kaveh can't help but smile to himself, something private and content.
(Tighnari would murder him.) ]
PharosK: u can say no need as much as u want but i'd still like to thank u properly Are u free @ this time 2moro? I thought maybe i can do a private stream if u want.
[ He finishes typing the words and sends them almost before he realizes what he's said— Once he does, he sighs, eyes closing as the color creeps up his cheeks. "If you want"? Could he have sounded any fucking needier if he tried? He can practically hear Tighnari's eyes roll, the dramatic sigh in his voice as he mutters something about Kaveh being too much of a sucker for a man who can command a room— even if it is just a chatroom.
Realizing distantly that he was so lost in his own bullshit that he never actually thanked Mister E for the compliment, he adds: ]
[Unaware of the inner struggles on Pharos' side, E's eyes widen. He frowns. He doesn't really know how to act.
This is a money grab, right? A streamer finds a particularly well-meaning fan or subscriber and decides to milk their funds until they're dry. The idea isn't farfetched, considering it may be frequent on this type of website.
Yet, something in Pharos makes him pause.
The whole stream, he had been surprised that he could even get so much money. He doubts he has the ability to ensure the revenue stays unless he really wants his audience to become a niche, much less how to pull his strings for more money.
That and, well, it's endearing.]
user2.718: You should rest.
[And he's only perusing the website, at least focusing on one person alone. He hadn't expected to be singled out, and now it gives him what he's sure is the false hope of Pharos looking at his messages specifically. Reacting to the things he types.
PharosK: I will, i will. im too tired not 2 lol. but I wanted to catch u b4 u logged out. Anyway, 2moro @ the same time then. I'll send u the room code when i start it up. u shld think abt what u want me to do for u.
[ It's not until after he sends the flurry of messages that Kaveh thinks about the fact that Mister E might see the offer as a cash grab. After all, it's not often that a streamer reaches out directly to suggest a private session; usually, they're purchased for an exorbitant price.
And yet user2.718, a man who seems to have an understanding of this world more even than he does, said yes to his invitation.
He pauses for a moment before he sends another pair of messages: ]
PharosK: just bring urself, btw, no mora the whole point of this is to thank u.
[ He feels better with that said. Reaching across, he makes sure his camera is covered before he finally starts to take down his hair, gently plucks the contacts off his retinas as he waits for the other to reply.
If he takes a moment to sit with his thoughts— something he is trying very hard not to do— he'll realize he's excited, much more than he should be for something like this.
Forget hypotheticals, Tighnari is going to murder him. ]
[He wanted to catch him before he logged out. After one of the biggest orgasms on stream.
It had been, how long? Two minutes? Less than that? The ice barely started dripping through the towel, and when he shifts his weight, the friction actually gets him to groan.
Not a money grab, just something special for him to thank him. It's true that user2.718 kickstarted the movement to get Pharos more money. But it sits strange within him. It makes his spine unfurl, his core unruly. There's something to it that makes him restless.
Particularly how Pharos could just leave him a message in his inbox, and he'd be sure to get to it later.
And yet, he wanted to catch him before he left. It feels like a rough, languid 'come back to bed'.
The cold on his lap is beginning to become painful.]
user2.718: You don't have to do something like that, you know?
PharosK: I know i don't have to but I want 2. it's not every day some1 donates over a month of rent in 1 stream not to mention how u rallied every1 else too
[ He has no way of knowing, but his answer probably doesn't help his viewer's mental image at all. He's just being honest, trying to explain why he wants to do something so out of the ordinary for someone like him.
Well, part of why, anyway. He's not about to own up to the excitement he's feeling, or the contentment curling in his stomach in response to the praise— and he's certainly not about to talk about the curiosity that has surfaced in him more than once, the wonderings about what kind of person this Mister E is.
It's almost like a crush, in a way. Although it's more of a distant one, like the type had on a celebrity he's never met—
He probably shouldn't be encouraging it, really. He's sure that user2.718 sees him the same way everyone else does, deep down: a service. Something to watch— to participate in— to get his own rocks off.
(Though explaining it in such a way takes away from a lot of Mister E's behavior, really—)
He shakes himself out of his thoughts, types one last message: ]
PharosK: neway, i need 2 clean up and get some rest i'll c u 2moro Think abt what u want! xo
[E's fingers stop at the keyboard, pressing backspace with a decided click on his keyboard and watching all of the words in the text bar being eaten one by one.
He had almost gone into a rant of how Pharos should really rest, that he did nothing but what he thought was right for the stream, but there he went and did take E's advice and left to, hopefully, have some R&R.
user2.718 leans back on his chair enough for it to creak and lets the ice pack fall on the floor. When he runs his hand over his face, it's cold enough to almost jolt him awake from the silly little butterflies he's been feeling in his chest.
'Think about what you want.'
The shape of what he wants has just disconnected. He feels embarrassed that something so impersonal like a live stream of someone doing salacious things in front of a camera would get him to want said person and wish that they'd be there in the room, discarding those silly little frills he enjoys wearing so much or at least letting E tear at them. When his fingers reach under the waistband of his lounge pants, he hisses at the cold, at how sensitive he still is, and his mind's eye decides to show him Pharos pressing his knee on his crotch (too much)—reaching to knead at it—and smiling around an appreciative coo, calling him a big boy (inane)—telling him how hard he is already.
How would the streamer be as a kisser? Would he climb onto his lap and cling to him as he pressed sweet kisses? Would he be desperate, hungry, wanting all of him, including his breath? Would he be playful and crown his kisses with little nips? It's hard to say.
But Pharos does seem to enjoy using his mouth, it's not a leap to think of him dropping to his knees before the desk chair and those pretty eyelashes of his casting shadows on his cheekbones as he takes all of him in, more enthusiasm than sense. It gets user2.718 to shift on his seat, groan as he squeezes himself, pulling the skin forward to mute the feeling, then pushing it back, showing how he's already beading at the tip.
user2.718 would tell him to slow down, and to take his time. To savor it. He'd brush his hair away from his face, stroking those handsome cheeks, pinching his earlobes, bunch those locks within his fingers to guide him. Perhaps to hold him still as he thrust inside his mouth. Just enough to keep him on his toes.
The image shifts. Would Pharos be on the giving end, too. How would he act? Would he tease and edge until no end? Would he be tender about it? Rough?
Still, a lot of his streams have him on the receiving end, and he seems to enjoy it. It's not a difficult image to conjure, Pharos' back, his body between user2.718's legs and lining himself up on his cock, hands on E's thighs, sinking slowly onto his length and moving eagerly that perky, round ass, little mewls spilling from his mouth and looking over his shoulder to ask Mister E if it feels good.
He'd pick him up by that sturdy but tapered waist, bring him back, having him arch and lean back against his chest, head lolling back into a gorgeous arch of his neck. He'd maneuver his legs on both armrests of his chair, spread him wide, and thrust up into that heat to have his voice become a staccato of gasps and little jolts.
Pharos would reach back, his mouth open, tilting to lap at him, unable to purse his lips because of the moans that would fall out from his throat, and he'd kiss them away and into himself as he gripped tightly on those hips as he drove himself harder, and Pharos would mindlessly grip at his hair and call out like a mantra Alhaitham, Alhaitham!—
...
He lets the water run for a while before he splashes his face with it, leaning over the sink and looking at himself in the mirror. He's falling into a place most people can't get out of easily.
He takes a deep breath, towels his face dry, pushes the flush button on the toilet, taking all the remnants of something many people fell shameful.
It's a good think he is not 'most people', Alhaitham considers.
But for the time being, he had to get ready to sleep. He has a big day the next morning.]
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At the very least, things are back to normal now, and Kaveh feels the panic melt away as he bites his lip, peers thoughtfully at the camera. ]
How I'd play with you... [ One hand reaches out, caresses the head of the toy that had been suggested for him at the start of the session. ] Mm, you made me cum so hard, so it's only fair I return the favor, right? [ A fresh spark of warmth blooms to life, and it's all Kaveh can do not to rock his hips against the toy still pressed firm against his prostate. ]
I'd stroke you like this at first... nice and slow so I can see your eyes widen at the pleasure. I give the best handjobs, so maybe I'll try to convince you to let me start moving again. What do you think? How does that feel, handsome?
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Red would suit him, an illogical, entirely random thought crosses Mister E's mind. He's not sure why it shows up, but there it is.
Huffing out a plume of smoke when he hears about those 'best handjobs', he appreciates the boast and those fingers seem ridiculously graceful and dexterous, but he wonders how good they actually would be.
The chat starts replying with more emojis than text. Basically synonym for everyone typing with one hand.
Meanwhile, he just replies, a slight grin to his face.]
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And then user2.718 goes and ruins that illusion immediately by typing a full word— a full sentence, technically, with proper punctuation and everything—
Ugh, what a jerk. Thinks he's too good for this, does he? (And to think: just minutes ago, Kaveh was internally singing his praises!)
Not allowing the frustration to show on his face, the blonde lifts the toy from the desk, turning himself— and as he settles, the one pressed into him shifts, making his breath hitch— so that his camera can get a better view of the side of his face as his tongue darts out, leaving a trail of wet along the head of the toy. His parted lips rest against it, muffling his voice ever so slightly as he continues: ]
And if the best handjob isn't good enough for you, how about I show you what I can do with my mouth and my tongue? [ A pause as carmine eyes flick over to the camera, his voice lowering a decibel— and half of an octave. ] Or my throat?
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Though he does enjoy how he strives to do better, every single time. It may break him. Thankfully his moderator knows how to keep him in check.]
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Luckily, most people probably aren't looking at his eyes.
"Go on", huh? ]
Mm... you're so big. [ Pharos's voice drops to a mewling whine as he mouths at the head of the toy, nudging it between his lips before he pulls back, pleading eyes fixed on the camera. ] Go a little easy on me, okay?
[ But he promptly proves he won't be going easy on himself, lips stretching around the toy and eyelids fluttering. He doesn't rush, but neither does he go slow— he works himself through his preparation just a little quicker than he ideally would, playing the part all the way of one who wants to please a pushy, overeager boyfriend.
Before long at all, he's fucking his mouth in earnest with the toy— and it's a good-quality mic that picks up not only the muffled moans, but the schluck of the saliva-drenched toy as it drags against his lips. His erection has stirred back to life, flushed with his renewed arousal; the motion of his hips is mostly accidental, almost imperceptible, careful lest sharp eyes catch him out. ]
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Eager. Something to Pharos that just stroke him as eager to please, even if it's just for show, he gets off of pleasing others to the point that his erection fills back up, nice and taut, with the mere concept of showing someone a good time with his mouth.
He wonders about not how good it feels, but how happy he would be to be caressed as he worked in earnest. Would he preen if someone ruffled his hair and said 'that was good'? To be rewarded.
But as endearing as it is to see him ardent, he's not really following the rules.]
[The chat, or at least the members that aren't completely lost to actually read, immediately hones in on Mister E's message. If E saw something, then something must be noticed. Until, they realize it, asking for Pharos to stop, that he should be punished harder. That he's misbehaving.]
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Punished harder? [ The words are spoken in a breathy whine, face shifting into an expression that's almost pleading. ] Ah— you wouldn't, would you? Aren't I doing such a good job? Making you feel good?
[ Even as the chat messages continue, he reaches one hand out to his keyboard, opens a new window: private message to Vijnana.
The payoff comes in less than 30 seconds. ]
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Probably asking for suggestions from the mods. At least Pharos is obedient and does stop. user2.718 does wonder if he's that pliant when it's just one person in the room, telling him what to do, instead of faceless words that hold power in numbers on a screen and his bank account.
Not that he would ever confirm that, he thinks as he blows another plume of smoke. Not much sense to wonder about hypotheticals.
The Mod's reply does, however, make him raise his eyebrows. He reaches to type.]
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You're so mean—
[ He holds eye contact with the camera, biting on his lower lip and pressing his hips up into his hand, wrapping the ring around his arousal and hissing at the feeling of constriction as the bands— both of them— settle to press down on him. ]
Nn...
[ Kaveh's fingers tremble as he reaches for the bigger toy once more, bringing it back to his mouth, although his eyes keep peering at the camera, pleading, not quite ready to restart the assault on his mouth. ]
I can't come like this so... will you let me move? Please?
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[This is really about to get interesting. user2.718 jabs the remains of his cigarette in the ashtray and settles himself lower on his desk chair, using his arm to support his head by propping it on the armrest.
He catches a whiff of the nicotine in his fingers and grimaces. The worst part of an already nasty habit was all about the scents that lingered.
It's not even that Pharos is begging so sweetly to the camera. It's still performative enough not to stir. But the idea of him being unable to come while he got aroused over imagining sucking cock? That's something he wants to see.]
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He breath hitches, and it's real. ]
Mm... thank you. Gonna... pick up where I left off before, show you how much I deserve to cum again, even though I broke the rules—
[ Pharos presses the toy back between his lips, not allowing himself the same warmup he had before— after all, it's barely been minutes— before he starts to fuck his mouth with the toy, moaning around it as his hips stutter and rock into the vibrator pressed into his ass.
He wonders if Mister E is touching himself now, or if he's still watching with a face Kaveh imagines as imperceptible. And he wonders, if they were face to face, if it were just the two of them, if he were crouched between his legs with his face buried in his lap, would the faceless viewer fist handfuls of his hair to pull him closer—
Kaveh gags around the toy as he pushes it too deep too fast, a whine in the back of his throat as he writhes on top of the vibrator. His free hand dances over the dial, and unable to see the chat to ask for permission or no, he takes matters into his own hands, turning it up a few notches and moaning, body shuddering his pleasure.
His lips tear away from the toy in his mouth, a too-loud moan cried to his room. ]
Tell me— ah, tell me you feel good. Please—
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Not that he doesn't want to. His trousers are, thankfully, loose enough that they don't bother him as his erection fills out entirely, but thin enough that they're starting to stain. He feels the blood pressure tighten around the skin of his length, starting to urge towards release, and yet, the only thing he does is place his hand on his clothed crotch as though keeping something unruly still.
user2.718 is, however, more focused on those eyes behind the mask, the way long eyelashes flutter with actual, unfettered pleasure. There's no muted pretence there, nothing that veils the connection between what Pharos is feeling and how he's acting. Suddenly he's asking if everyone is feeling good, as though that's what determines how much pleasure he should get.
There's a lesson to be had there for sure. And Mister E loves going through those.
The chat replies in a cascade of emojis and yes's and 'you're so hot's. It takes some time to reply, but he does it himself.]
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He's not disappointed.
A jolt of pleasure runs down Kaveh's spine at the words Mister E prints onto the screen; there's a whine on his lips in response to the praise, an arch of his hips against the forbidding tightness of the ring looped tight around his arousal. Without another word, he lifts the toy back to his lips, fucking himself on the vibrator as he presses it into his mouth once more, forcing it deep until it's hilted, and he turns his chair to give
him— to give them a better angle, to let them see the way it fills his mouth and pushes at his throat as he moans around it.Only then does he start thrusting it against his mouth again, the corners of his eyes pricking with tears, the sound of it obscene as he writhes and arches.
Fuck— he needs to come— Desperate, he reaches out with his free hand, turns the toy up faster, but with the ring, all he gets out of it is more frustration, another sharp whine as he twists against it. ]
Please. [ His voice is muffled around the toy, almost unable to be understood. It's hard to see the screen anymore, but he knows Tighnari well enough to know that when chat comes to a consensus, he'll get a notification he can see. ]
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Maybe later in the VOD that will linger in Pharos' page for some time, he will be able to rewind and and pause and measure the timestamps of when his chat message shows up and how he reacts. It's as though he's reacting to his actual inputs, and not everyone else's.
He sighs, runs a hand over his face. That's stupid. Obviously he's into everything, the show, the number of eyes he has on. To think that a popular camboy like Pharos would pay him special attention is just inane.
He feels like lighting up another cig, perhaps as a punishment to himself for being irrational. What's more one mistake.
He's sort of losing it.
user2.718 waits, tries to take a deep breath, even if the way the streamer voices his need, more than his want, in a way that rattles him to the core.
He licks at his dry lips, and types.]
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(And the highlight is followed by a few others, confirming chat's agreement to allow him orgasm, but none of them excite him in quite the same way.)
Of course, there's nothing much to actually swallow— although later, of sound mind and coming down from the excitement, he will no doubt consider buying one of those dildos with a cum tube— but he makes a show of it anyway, working his throat so his larynx bobs, pulling away from the dildo with a gasp and licking his lips. ]
Mm fuck— taste so good— thank you—
[ The words are almost babbled out as he lets the dildo fall back to the desk, lips swollen and red and panting as he reaches down to unfasten the ring and wrap his fingers around himself. Between the release of pressure and the toy buzzing furiously against his prostate, he barely gets through a single stroke before his orgasm hits, and his viewers get the scream they were promised as he spurts over himself once more, body arching and jerking weakly against the pleasure for which it's been so desperately waiting. ]
Fuck— ah, fuck—
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Mister E's hand squeezes at his erection when he watches the streamer arch and buck into a barely there touch. The man means what it says, thanks the idea of swallowing someone's seed, and still acts as though he's surprised he's coming so much and all over that fancy lingerie of his.
He winces and looks down. His grip had become so strong he actually hurt himself. He hisses and settles carefully on his seat. Well, that will take him off of it for a while.]
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[ Kaveh reaches out to turn off the vibrator, looking at the camera through lazy, half-lidded eyes, rough breaths whooshing out over his lips as he tries to gather himself together. Slowly, chat is starting to migrate away from emojis again, back to fuller statements as his viewers see the end of their own pleasure.
(Mister E, though, hasn't changed his typing style once, and he wonders.)
Kaveh reaches for the bottle of water he has nearby, sipping from it as he closes up the stream, thanking everyone for their time— for their mora, because now that he's out of the space of his own pleasure, he remembers it, sees how large a number it is, remembers to be shocked all over again. He tells them when the next stream will be and signs off.
He should go and clean up, but something keeps in his chair for a moment longer, chewing on his lip in contemplation.
A breath, and before he can overthink it: ]
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He still, however, sits down on his desk chair, glares at the angry stain on his joggers, and hisses at the cold as he places the ice pack wrapped with a towel on the place he unthinkingly squeezed.
He's an utter fool, what a letdown.
At least the whole thing helps with the silence. There's something to this room, when a stream ends, and how noise, whichever the type, dissipates as though it was never there in the first place. The hurt on his groin certainly grounds his mind into his own body, into his own breathing.
But then he hears a ping that he's heard before, and groans. Usually it's someone else from the chatroom, trying to either ask or scam him for money or just annoy the hell out of him by spamming threats and insults because of some sort of delusion they hold towards Pharos.
Huh, this one even has the gall to make a username like his.
Except. It's verified.
E does a double-take, and suddenly the ice is forgotten.]
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(Tighnari would murder him.) ]
[ He finishes typing the words and sends them almost before he realizes what he's said— Once he does, he sighs, eyes closing as the color creeps up his cheeks. "If you want"? Could he have sounded any fucking needier if he tried? He can practically hear Tighnari's eyes roll, the dramatic sigh in his voice as he mutters something about Kaveh being too much of a sucker for a man who can command a room— even if it is just a chatroom.
Realizing distantly that he was so lost in his own bullshit that he never actually thanked Mister E for the compliment, he adds: ]
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This is a money grab, right? A streamer finds a particularly well-meaning fan or subscriber and decides to milk their funds until they're dry. The idea isn't farfetched, considering it may be frequent on this type of website.
Yet, something in Pharos makes him pause.
The whole stream, he had been surprised that he could even get so much money. He doubts he has the ability to ensure the revenue stays unless he really wants his audience to become a niche, much less how to pull his strings for more money.
That and, well, it's endearing.]
[And he's only perusing the website, at least focusing on one person alone. He hadn't expected to be singled out, and now it gives him what he's sure is the false hope of Pharos looking at his messages specifically. Reacting to the things he types.
He should stop it now.
... shit.]
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[ It's not until after he sends the flurry of messages that Kaveh thinks about the fact that Mister E might see the offer as a cash grab. After all, it's not often that a streamer reaches out directly to suggest a private session; usually, they're purchased for an exorbitant price.
And yet user2.718, a man who seems to have an understanding of this world more even than he does, said yes to his invitation.
He pauses for a moment before he sends another pair of messages: ]
[ He feels better with that said. Reaching across, he makes sure his camera is covered before he finally starts to take down his hair, gently plucks the contacts off his retinas as he waits for the other to reply.
If he takes a moment to sit with his thoughts— something he is trying very hard not to do— he'll realize he's excited, much more than he should be for something like this.
Forget hypotheticals, Tighnari is going to murder him. ]
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It had been, how long? Two minutes? Less than that? The ice barely started dripping through the towel, and when he shifts his weight, the friction actually gets him to groan.
Not a money grab, just something special for him to thank him. It's true that user2.718 kickstarted the movement to get Pharos more money. But it sits strange within him. It makes his spine unfurl, his core unruly. There's something to it that makes him restless.
Particularly how Pharos could just leave him a message in his inbox, and he'd be sure to get to it later.
And yet, he wanted to catch him before he left. It feels like a rough, languid 'come back to bed'.
The cold on his lap is beginning to become painful.]
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[ He has no way of knowing, but his answer probably doesn't help his viewer's mental image at all. He's just being honest, trying to explain why he wants to do something so out of the ordinary for someone like him.
Well, part of why, anyway. He's not about to own up to the excitement he's feeling, or the contentment curling in his stomach in response to the praise— and he's certainly not about to talk about the curiosity that has surfaced in him more than once, the wonderings about what kind of person this Mister E is.
It's almost like a crush, in a way. Although it's more of a distant one, like the type had on a celebrity he's never met—
He probably shouldn't be encouraging it, really. He's sure that user2.718 sees him the same way everyone else does, deep down: a service. Something to watch— to participate in— to get his own rocks off.
(Though explaining it in such a way takes away from a lot of Mister E's behavior, really—)
He shakes himself out of his thoughts, types one last message: ]
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[E's fingers stop at the keyboard, pressing backspace with a decided click on his keyboard and watching all of the words in the text bar being eaten one by one.
He had almost gone into a rant of how Pharos should really rest, that he did nothing but what he thought was right for the stream, but there he went and did take E's advice and left to, hopefully, have some R&R.
user2.718 leans back on his chair enough for it to creak and lets the ice pack fall on the floor. When he runs his hand over his face, it's cold enough to almost jolt him awake from the silly little butterflies he's been feeling in his chest.
'Think about what you want.'
The shape of what he wants has just disconnected. He feels embarrassed that something so impersonal like a live stream of someone doing salacious things in front of a camera would get him to want said person and wish that they'd be there in the room, discarding those silly little frills he enjoys wearing so much or at least letting E tear at them. When his fingers reach under the waistband of his lounge pants, he hisses at the cold, at how sensitive he still is, and his mind's eye decides to show him Pharos pressing his knee on his crotch (too much)—reaching to knead at it—and smiling around an appreciative coo, calling him a big boy (inane)—telling him how hard he is already.
How would the streamer be as a kisser? Would he climb onto his lap and cling to him as he pressed sweet kisses? Would he be desperate, hungry, wanting all of him, including his breath? Would he be playful and crown his kisses with little nips? It's hard to say.
But Pharos does seem to enjoy using his mouth, it's not a leap to think of him dropping to his knees before the desk chair and those pretty eyelashes of his casting shadows on his cheekbones as he takes all of him in, more enthusiasm than sense. It gets user2.718 to shift on his seat, groan as he squeezes himself, pulling the skin forward to mute the feeling, then pushing it back, showing how he's already beading at the tip.
user2.718 would tell him to slow down, and to take his time. To savor it. He'd brush his hair away from his face, stroking those handsome cheeks, pinching his earlobes, bunch those locks within his fingers to guide him. Perhaps to hold him still as he thrust inside his mouth. Just enough to keep him on his toes.
The image shifts. Would Pharos be on the giving end, too. How would he act? Would he tease and edge until no end? Would he be tender about it? Rough?
Still, a lot of his streams have him on the receiving end, and he seems to enjoy it. It's not a difficult image to conjure, Pharos' back, his body between user2.718's legs and lining himself up on his cock, hands on E's thighs, sinking slowly onto his length and moving eagerly that perky, round ass, little mewls spilling from his mouth and looking over his shoulder to ask Mister E if it feels good.
He'd pick him up by that sturdy but tapered waist, bring him back, having him arch and lean back against his chest, head lolling back into a gorgeous arch of his neck. He'd maneuver his legs on both armrests of his chair, spread him wide, and thrust up into that heat to have his voice become a staccato of gasps and little jolts.
Pharos would reach back, his mouth open, tilting to lap at him, unable to purse his lips because of the moans that would fall out from his throat, and he'd kiss them away and into himself as he gripped tightly on those hips as he drove himself harder, and Pharos would mindlessly grip at his hair and call out like a mantra Alhaitham, Alhaitham!—
...
He lets the water run for a while before he splashes his face with it, leaning over the sink and looking at himself in the mirror. He's falling into a place most people can't get out of easily.
He takes a deep breath, towels his face dry, pushes the flush button on the toilet, taking all the remnants of something many people fell shameful.
It's a good think he is not 'most people', Alhaitham considers.
But for the time being, he had to get ready to sleep. He has a big day the next morning.]