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Please note that this story is rated M for mature. 

This story contains graphic sexual content, strong language, and slight BDSM undertones. Some slight gender-bending, lingerie… all that good stuff. All characters depicted in this book are over eighteen and thus are over the legal age of consent. This story is not intended for children or anyone under the age of 18 or depending on the country or region, possibly 16. 

With the Epilogue of this book, it is finished. I have been editing it for the past couple of days and am beginning to work on editing the sequel to it as well. Funny story, this actually started as one very long  one-shot I wrote when Christofer was a newborn but never had time to edit… I really had to work on some of the pacing because it initially moved super quickly and had a lot of typos. I think I managed to space things out a little, but mainly I just quickly took the last three lines of the one-shot and turned it into an epilogue. Writing this and then editing it was a lot of fun, and I sincerely hope you enjoy it. 

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[Cam] boy Trilogy ⊲ Completed ★

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1. [Cam] Boy | MxB | Cameron’s story

 ▹ 2) Hush | MxB | Ezra’s story ▹ 3) Innocent | BxB | Mykal’s Story

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C A M E R O N

Cameron had been camming for a year and a half and he’d always taken precautions not to show his face on camera. He wore a mask to keep from having his identity exposed just like Ezra and Mykal had been doing. He’d never slipped–not once in a year and a half. He and his friends had been doing videos separately–and even had co-starred in scenes with each other before during cam shows when a high-paying subscriber to both of their accounts requested it. They also sometimes did it just because, but that was rather infrequent because none of them wanted to ruin their friendship.

After having spent their entire lives together, nothing was more important to them all than their friendship. As such, they were forbidden to fall in love with each other and they were careful to avoid any complicated feelings like that. They wanted to be partners in crime, so to speak, not romantic partners.

Ezra was the reckless, out-spoken, always-stirring-the-pot, chaos bringer and Mykal was the blunt, quick-tempered, semi-jock who just never quite managed to learn when to shut the hell up. Regardless of the fact that they were both polar opposites, the pair’s love-language seemed to be picking on each other. And then there was Cameron. Cameron was the designated driver, the one who tried and sometimes(but not often)managed to wrangle Ezra and Mykal. Where most people wouldn’t assume Ezra’s flamboyance and Mykal’s bluntness and inability to keep his mouth closed would clash–but it was actually the opposite.

Alone, neither were particularly harmful. Ezra was always making innuendos and flirting with random guys just for fun, and Mykal was broody and staring off into space or getting into vocal altercations with people who are brave enough to sit around him. Together, they become a duo that loves to create chaos. If left to their own devices, devastation usually was pretty quick to follow.

Cameron still had nightmares about the pranks the two had pulled when they all went to summer camp. Their parents had accidentally sent them to a summer camp for a week, and when they were loaded onto the buses, Cameron was on bus A and they were on bus B. That shouldn’t have been a problem, however, they ended up making a pit stop for a bathroom and snack break.

Cameron had slept through the pit stop, and Mykal and Ezra had started scheming. They loaded up on twenty-five cent cans of sodas, and one dollar bags of chips and candies, and when they got to the camp, they ended up almost starting a serious war between the two camp counselors who had stepped away for thirty seconds to do something that was so stupid and pointless Cameron couldn’t even remember what it was. But, the important details are: Within the time it took them to leave, grab something or do some very menial task, and then return, Ezra and Mykal had basically given all the young children free rein to drink and eat the sugary, caffeinated products until their heart’s content. 

Both of the counselors had freaked out because when they returned there were like fifty kids with sugar highs running around two hundred acres of woods in the middle of nowhere and there were only two counselors currently present. More had been on the way, but they were like an hour away. Nobody died, but Cameron had been wrangling children he hadn’t ever met before. All three of them were older children, nine to ten years old approximately, but most of the other children there were so young, it seemed likely they had probably never had sugar before.

Ensue complete and total chaotic misery that involved a lot of running, chasing, swimming, climbing and in many cases, a lot of ’na-na-na you can’t catch me’s. It was an hour of utter and horrific helter-skelter with two panicked and ill prepared counselors and the older children trying to contain at least forty-five overactive, caffeine jacked toddlers who were out for blood. It would forever haunt him, even if it sounded a little silly to his adult self. It was then that the three vowed to always be friends so that Cameron could ensure the two wouldn’t cause more chaos. So it was safe to say, Cameron usually erred on the side of caution. He was slightly calculated and reserved in his every-day life. He didn’t really stand up for himself, but that seemed rather unimportant in the grand scheme of things. He was the voice of reason, the last one that any of them had expected to make a mistake. But oh fuck he’d made a mistake.

He’d made the mistake when someone tipped him well over three grand. He was mid-bounce on a sizable dildo, thighs shaking and eyes slightly blurry–one of the wonderful perks of having an amazon wish list was gifted toys of varied sizes–and when he had seen the amount flash across the screen his heart had literally stopped for a minute and he absolutely didn’t accidentally stumble to lean forward and check his name so that he could thank him and somehow manage to pull his mask all the fucking way off in the middle of streaming. He’d quickly replaced it on his face and thanked his lovely customer and managed to finish the stream. He didn’t want the mysterious donor to think he’d simply taken his money and was leaving.

But now that he was sitting in his room, thinking back over the day he felt like a complete and utter fool. The mask isn’t supposed to come off, but he’d pulled it down. His own father could be sent pictures or even just word of mouth alone would hold some credit with him if it was enough people. Though he doubted that anyone his father knew was watching his streams, and it was even more unlikely that one of them would feel so victimized by finding out it was him that they’d go and tattle to his father… but what if?

He’d be shunned by his entire family if it got out, and he wasn’t sure he was ready for that. He’d been expecting it, but… still. It was nerve-wracking, and he hated it. Why should he, an adult, have to think about whether or not his parent would abandon him for making money? He wasn’t actually selling himself, he wasn’t doing anything illegal! He was a grown man, so what if he was stripping and masturbating on camera? He tossed himself back on his bed and heaved a sigh of exhaustion.

He had made a major mistake by showing his face, but he was so caught out by the amount that the guy had tipped him. He was a first-time viewer, and his only tips that’d ever been over a thousand had been from weekly watchers who got their taxes back and wanted to splurge on him. It was a rare occurrence, which was why he was so surprised. And that wasn’t just ‘pocket change’ even for him, especially since his father had cut his allowance in half when he’d left from home. Perhaps the guy would send him a message and ask for some of it back because he’d accidentally put an extra zero, or maybe he’d just watched and planned not to return so he was like fuck it?

Well, there was no real reason for him to worry about it right now.

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The next two days of streaming were similarly profitable for him, and it didn’t seem that anyone had noticed his slip–at least no one in his stream commented about it. That was a relief, it meant that he could at least push the thought away for the moment. It was a relief that he’d be able to continue on without having to explain anything to his father. He was sure at least some of the hundreds of viewers had seen him, but it didn’t seem like anything had come out of it. Mr. Three-thousand(otherwise known as ‘ArtisticControl’)came back both days and left him more money. A lot more money. He was practically rolling in money now and really wanted to go shopping. His phone dinged loudly and he grabbed it off of his nightstand and opened it up, seeing that someone had bought almost everything on his amazon wishlist for him.

His eyes widened in surprise and he pursed his lips a bit. Was it tax season already? For real, what were these men doing to get that much expendable income? Eh, he didn’t really care that much. Where they got the money didn’t really concern him all that much he guessed… but this was odd. Was it ArtisticControl? He’d already given him like eleven thousand dollars in three days so… maybe?

Well, he’d bought everything that he’d really wanted off of Amazon, even the non-sexual stuff. Bath bombs, lotions, body washes, cute little outfits he used when he did question and answer videos… he was stocked for at least four months on everything that he needed for his streams. That was cool, he guessed. He wasn’t one to turn down gifts, especially from someone who seemed to have money to burn. He glanced at the time on his phone and wrenched himself up out of bed and sighed. He lost track of time thinking and was late to meet Ezra and Mykal.

He quickly grabbed his keys and darted out of his room, heading through his apartment and straight out the door towards the coffee shop he was meeting his friends at. He couldn’t help but be excited, he wanted to invite them to go shopping since he had so much money. He had enough money that they could all at least buy some new clothes for parties. He wondered when the next frat party was, it’d been a while since he’d gotten completely wasted and partied.

It took approximately fifteen minutes to walk from his apartment to the coffee shop, but thanks to running he got there in about half of that. He wasn’t really looking where he was going at all, because he was already late and didn’t want to hold them up any longer. His body collided with someone else and he was pushed backward, landing straight on his ass with a grunt. When he looked up, he found himself face to face with a black-haired man in a neatly pressed business suit, silver-framed glasses on his nose, and a shocked expression on his face before he smirked, his eyes looking over his face in a scrutinizing way. Cameron blushed brightly, his eyes widening a little.

Holy fuck , he thought as his heart sputtered in his chest. This man was gorgeous . His skin was tanned, his black hair was perfectly slicked back, his eyes were brown and he could see a flicker of amusement flicker in his eyes. The man towered over him, his muscles obvious even through his suit. He radiated power and control. “Do I know you from somewhere?” The guy asked, surprise overtaking his face as his eyes scanned Cameron’s face. Cameron’s heart leaped in his chest and he immediately stood up and put his hands up as if he were being threatened.

“N-No I’m so sorry, I-I wasn’t looking where I was going and–” He started off on a long spiel about how he’d been in a huge hurry, was late and his friends were waiting on him. He tended to ramble a lot when he was nervous and his heart was practically about to beat out of his chest. This man was too attractive for him to even be able to meet his eyes properly. He was sure that he was just wasting the poor man’s time but once he opened his mouth, it was impossible for him to shut it again.

“Ah, I see,” The man said, a look of remembrance crossing his face that made Cameron pause his rambling and gulp. There was something about the look in his eye that told him he knew . He couldn’t explain it, maybe it was the way the man’s eyes seemed to run over his body, or maybe the spark in his eyes, Cameron didn’t know.

“See what?” Cameron squeaked nervously, and the man waved his hand and pulled out a cigarette, and started walking away from the coffee shop. “W-Wait but–“Cameron called, but the man barely paused to toss a look over his shoulder that was coated in amusement.

“I appear to be out of time. I’m sure that we’ll see each other later. Bye Cam.” He said with a teasing smirk, and Cameron’s eyes widened and he was stunned silent. What the hell was he going to do now? There was no doubt now that he’d guessed his name, he definitely knew what Cameron was doing. But he may have seen his social media or something–though that was very unlikely. Cameron’s personal account was only was opened for people he followed and had maybe a hundred and fifty people on it. All of them were people from college and from high school. No one was that much older than him.

The only other place he could’ve seen him was his cam show. “Cameron, what the hell are ya doin’ out here?” Mykal asked as he pushed the door to the coffee shop open and wrapped his arm around Cameron’s shoulder, a teasing smile on his face. “Are ya lost or high?” He continued, and Cameron shook his head.

“No, but…” Cameron trailed off, staring off in the direction the man had walked off in. “D-Did you see the guy I was talking to?” Cameron asked, shaking his head and pushing Mykal away from him with a scowl. “Don’t touch me you asshole,” Cameron said and Mykal made a show of putting on a wounded expression for a second before he burst out laughing. Cameron cringed, taking a moment to wonder why he was still friends with Mykal. Oh yeah, because despite bickering he loved Mykal. 

“You mean that guy who you practically assaulted in broad daylight because you zoned out again and were running late?” Ezra said, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, everyone saw you plow right into him and proceed to stare at him with hearts in your eyes,” Ezra said with an amused smile taking over his face.

“It was adorable watchin’ ya get all starry-eyed and drooly.” Mykal poked and Cameron frowned.

“Fuck both of you, I hate you,” Cameron said, scowling at them both.

“You already have.” Ezra said at the same time as Mykal said: “Aww, we love ya too,” and Cameron sighed deeply and shook his head. As much as they pissed him off, he loved them too, he was just too sidetracked to enjoy joking around with them today. He couldn’t think about anything other than those deep brown eyes seemingly looking through him, teasing him with subtleties and hinting at knowing more than he let on. Cameron was captivated.

“My coffee is going to get hot,” Ezra said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Let’s go,” He said, and Cameron paused to glance back down the sidewalk before he nodded and let his friends pull him into the coffee shop.

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C A M E R O N

Cameron spent the rest of his weekend doing shows and trying to force the man’s face out of his head. Nothing of significance happened during his streams other than ‘ArtisticControl’ giving him even more unearned money, and he was starting to actually feel bad taking it all. At first, he’d been like whatever , but three thousand a show when the rest of the people donating to him were only giving him a fraction of what the man was giving him every single day . He was feeling somewhat bad, not really understanding why some anonymous man on the internet was spending that much money to watch his stream.

He’d sent him a couple of messages thanking him, but it didn’t seem like the man was checking his inbox. The messaging feature was really common, so for him not to know about it seemed like a stretch, but if it was some old man with no technology skills perhaps it was better that way. But on the other hand, what if the man was just ignoring him? Why would he ignore him though? He corresponded in the chatbox occasionally, offering compliments and the like but he seemed more reserved than the men who were usually streaming his content. The contrast made him stick out even more than the huge donations of money. The man was in every single stream he held, and instead of drowning his messaging box in various arrays of sentences that really shouldn’t be said to anyone ever was flattering him with compliments on how pretty his eyes looked when he came or how beautiful he was.

It differed from the usual onslaught of ‘you’re so fuckable’ and kind of made his heart speed up in his chest a little. He actually really enjoyed the compliments he gave him, they felt less shallow than all of the other comments he’d seen nearly a thousand times. Of course not everyone was bordering on sexual harassment with their comments, there were plenty of respectful men in his chatbox as well, maybe it was because of his donations that his messages really stuck out to him.

He was setting up for his stream when he heard the doorbell and ran through his house to grab it. He opened the door and the Amazon delivery guy was standing there with a rather annoyed look on his face, five rather large boxes on the floor around him, with one regular-sized box in his hands. Cameron smiled sheepishly and signed the delivery receipt so the man could leave and tugged the boxes into his apartment. Once he got them all inside he grabbed a box opener and started opening them. Various dildos, vibrators, and cockrings he’d selected were in the first box, handcuffs, and blindfolds. The second box was lingerie and the third box was clothing, tee shirts that were a little too big so he could wear them and look really small, along with thigh-high socks and even some cute hoodies that’d do the same thing as the shirts. The last two boxes were different, full of hygiene products and the like–and lubrication . Lots of it. Thanks to all of the new toys he had, all that lube would really come in handy.

The final box, the smallest one, held inside of it a black lace mask with soft blue stones in metal settings lined the top of the mask, delicately hand-sewn into the lace. When he turned it around, he ran his fingers over the soft inside of the fabric, amazed by how intricately it’d been pieced together. His eyes widened a bit when they caught sight of something he’d never seen in a mask before. A little gel strip that would hold it in place on his face so he wouldn’t accidentally pull it down over his face again. Underneath the mask, there was a sheet of paper with an invoice and receipt, along with a note.

Be more careful next time. -A.C.

This person… A.C. had seen him in his video. A.C. could be initials, but… given he had a new admirer lately who didn’t mind sending him tons of money it seemed pretty obvious that these were all gifts from ArtisticControl. He’d gone out of his way to send him this gift on top of his amazon wishlist, and he hadn’t exposed his identity. He’d not taken advantage of the situation how Cameron had feared someone would. He’d even helped him conceal his identity. Cameron found his heart thumping loudly in his chest, warmth spreading through him.

It was not fair, how could a faceless man on the internet he’d never even had a proper conversation with be making his heartbeat like this? Well, he didn’t really have time to think about it, because he wanted to wash the outfit he was planning on wearing tonight now. The prospects of wearing the new clothes the man had bought him made his heart race in his chest in excitement. If he couldn’t do private shows for him, then he’d at least make sure to wear everything he bought in a timely manner. It seemed somewhat fairer.

After quickly throwing the shirt, panties, and socks into the washer he grabbed a bath bomb, a bottle of body wash, and some of the lotion the man had bought off of his amazon wish list and went to the bathroom to relax a bit while the clothes washed. He set a timer on his phone and got out when it went off and put the clothes into the dryer on delicate and then started shaving his legs and crotch, taking a little extra time to shave his ass too.

He felt excited, as ridiculous as it was. He didn’t know this man from an Addams house cat, and he was giddy and doing extra work to make himself look more feminine and cutesy. He really loved being able to be androgynous–he didn’t really want to be a girl, but he did get a fair amount of enjoyment out of being pretty. He wanted to be pretty and small, and he’d gone out of his way to grow his hair out so that it hung down a little into his eyes and wore eyeliner and mascara so that his eyelashes would look longer, and his eyes would look brighter. He wanted to be as pretty as possible for his streams, and just in real life in general but he wasn’t really confident enough to do more than he already did.

He finished shaving and washed off before he got back out of the bath and applied the lotion to his skin so it’d be soft and moisturized. When he was done he walked out into his bedroom and turned on his filming lights so that his room was brighter and opened up his computer and set his camera up and got it into position so that he wouldn’t have to do much when he got dressed and then ran to his dryer and grabbed his clothes out of it and put them on. He grabbed the new mask and grabbed the toys he was going to use for the night and carefully put them on his bed before he started streaming.

He spent the first few minutes just taking a little bit with the first viewers who signed into his stream. When he saw ArtisticControl sign in he immediately felt his heart sputter. “Hey AC! Welcome back!” He said, and he watched the chatbox for a few seconds as he saw ‘ArtisticControl’ is now typing.

Nice to see you, you’re looking spectacular tonight. Cameron giggled a little and pulled one of his legs up onto the bed, teasingly flashing his panties to the camera. The chatbox sped up a bit as people commented about wanting to see more. He pulled his shirt up, showing off his abdomen and the panties he was wearing. “Do you like them? I just got a few packages from Amazon today! Everything looks so nice, but I loved this outfit so much I had to wash it and wear it!” He said, and the chatbox went off again with people commenting about how much they liked them.

It didn’t take long for him to shed the shirt and start playing with his cock through the soft lacy material of the panties. It felt really nice, super soft, and erotic against his skin. He moaned and wrapped his hand around his erection through the panties, leaning back against the pillows he’d arranged before the amazon guy had dropped by. He kept his eyes on the chatbox, following the requests from the people in it easily, unbothered by being told what to do. He really liked that, it made him feel good to do as he was instructed.

His fingers ran over his erection teasingly and let out a whimper as he opened his hazy eyes, Cameron kept his eyes on the chatbox as he stroked his cock through the thin fabric of his panties. He was hard and aching in the confines of the panties but it felt so nice to wear them he didn’t want to part with them just yet. A few people asked him to let them see his hole, and he giggled playfully and nodded his head.

He pulled his legs up and put his heels on the bed and spread his legs, pulled the panties to the side, running his fingers over his hole. “Do you want me to play with it?” He asked innocently, biting into his lip as he reached for the lube, eyes lingering over the chatbox for a moment. “I’m also going to use a toy but I’m not so brave as to attempt without fingering myself first.” He teased, fluttering his eyelids at the camera as he made a show of pouring the lube onto his fingers and pulling the panties back out of the way.

He took a deep and shaky breath, desire coursing through him as he spread his legs a little wider. “I should beg?” He asked in a teasing tone as his eyes flickered over to his computer screen. He put on his prettiest face and stared into the camera, really glad that the mask was covering his face because it was bright red. “Can I please finger myself? Pretty please? I’ll do anything,” He moaned out as he ran his slick fingers over his hole and shivered a little. The viewers were easily convinced, and Cameron was glad about that because he got his approval moments later.

Cameron slid one finger in, moaning as he spread the slick lube around before getting the second one in close behind it. He was familiar enough with his body and touch that it didn’t really put any strain on him anymore to take two fingers. Perhaps that was because he spent most of his nights doing cam shows–merely because he was going to masturbate anyway, so why not? He curled his fingers, dragging his fingertips as close to his prostate as possible without actually touching it. He dug his fingers deeper, biting his lip as he scissored them, knowing everyone can see everything he did to himself. It was quite the adrenaline rush.

“It feels so good,” he gasped loudly, rolling his hips up as he thrust his fingers deeper. Cameron panted as he worked a third finger into himself, lust coiling through him. He couldn’t help but feel excited knowing that there were people watching him, he was a bit of an exhibitionist, he supposed. Cameron pushed himself up on his unused arm and looked directly at the camera. He was breathing heavily, his face visibly flushed despite the mask trying to disguise it and his cock was leaking out precum into his panties. “Are you close, daddy?” he asked in a sultry voice, and the chatbox went a little wild with yeses. He smirked, comforted in the fact he knew no one could see it. It was an ego-booster to do this, he swore.

He rolled over onto his knees, putting his panty-covered ass on display as he pulled his fingers out and grabbed the dildo, lubing it up quickly. He pushed the toy into his hole and moaned, leaning down to bury his face in the pillows for a moment as pleasure engulfed him. “More,” He moaned out as he pushed his hips back towards the dildo in his hand, holding it steady so that he could push back onto it, taking it all the way into him. He cried out at the feeling of being full and rested his weight on his elbow. He gave himself a moment to adjust and then started to slowly pull on the dildo.

“Th-That’s it, please, fuck me,” He begged, working the dildo in and out of himself, deep and slow. His cock was aching between his legs, protesting his dumbass still wearing the panties but he was too lost in the fantasy to really care. Pre-cum was quickly wetting them, and he lifted up enough to pull the head of his cock out so that it wouldn’t ruin the panties. Doing so shifted the dildo enough to push firmly against his prostate and he cried out in pleasure. Cameron swore he could feel their eyes on him as he moved, the idea alone setting his blood on fire.

His cock ached between his legs, dripping precum down on the sheets below him as he focused on the sensations of being full and his prostate being battered by the toy he’d selected. He glanced over his shoulder with clouded eyes, quickly skimming the chatbox before letting out a breathy laugh. “You want your naughty little boy to sit on your dick?” He asked in a playful voice, pulling himself up and kneeling down on the bed, holding the toy underneath him. He quickly lowered himself down onto the toy, moaning out his relief at being filled again. He started working his hips up and down, his cock bouncing up and down as he moved. He let out a whimper positioned himself so that he was rubbing his painful erection against his shaky arms as he rolled his hips.

“Please cum inside me, I need it,” He pleaded in the neediest voice he could muster, his entire body fighting against the urge to orgasm as he whimpered and stared into the camera with his eyes wide and begging as he worked his hips. He was so close, he didn’t know if he was going to be able to hold it much longer. Your voice when you’re begging is so sweet, AC entered into the chatbox again and he whimpered. “Oh daddy, please cum for me, I wanna feel you so bad!” Cameron moaned, his fantasies shifting to ArtisticControl. He couldn’t help but move his body a little faster as he tried to picture what he might look or sound like, expertly hitting his prostate as he bounced his body up and down. The mystery was somewhat exciting–he could be almost anyone. Well, with the amount of money he threw around maybe not but… Cameron was weak to praise and attention–and money .

“Daddy, you’re so fucking big, I-I don’t think I can…” He gasped, moving his hand up and wrapping his hand around the base of his cock tightly, squeezing it in a desperate attempt to stave off an orgasm. “I wanna cum, please,” Cameron whined, his voice coming out a bit pitchy thanks to his hitched breath from his activity. He would’ve much preferred someone holding him down and fucking him much harder than this, but he could only do so much himself. The chatbox had varying comments, but he was beginning to get tired, his knees were shaking and his cock was painful to the point he could feel tears tingling behind his eyes. He sort of liked the sting of pain it inflicted, but he’d been feeling it for a while now and it was getting harder to ignore.

“Fuck!” He cried out, speeding up his body’s movements again, his hand beginning to stroke himself desperately, blood heating up in his veins. He was so close, he could practically taste it and that led him to move faster and faster, needing more than wanting to orgasm. His entire body felt hot, he could feel the slight sheen of sweat clinging to his skin, the coolness of the air making his body tremble a little. His eyes tried to cling onto the chatbox, but he was slipping, his eyes trying to shut against the pleasure. What was he even waiting for? He didn’t really know.

“Please,” He whined out, his body tensing as he held on for dear life to his orgasm. His eyebrows furrowed together, tears beginning to slip down his cheeks a slight bit from the strain. His hand kept periodically squeezing around his base, a half-baked attempt to hold himself back but it was only making his body burn even more. He couldn’t help but wonder if ArtisticControl had big hands, and if so, where he’d chose to put them when fucking him. His hips, his neck, his hair, he didn’t even mind if he pushed his face into the bed. He let out a pained whimper, eyes lingering on the camera for a moment before shooting back to the chatbox.

You’ve been a very good boy, you may cum. ArtisticControl thought he was a good boy? He let out a relieved moan as his movements grew unhinged, a choked moan punching it’s way from his chest as his orgasm crashed down over him. The world fizzled away for a moment as he came, painting his chest with cum, some managing to even get on the panties thanks to his jerky movements.

He clenched his hole and fell back against his pillows and pulled his legs up to his chest, reaching for the dildo and slowly pulling at it. “Mm, daddy that was so good,” He said as he pulled it out of himself, letting it drop down onto the bed. “Look what you’ve done to me,” He teased, running a finger around the rim of his hole and then dragging his finger up over his softening cock with a shudder and a whimper. Sensitive, he thought as he stopped at the tip and let his hand fall down to his stomach.

He needed a nice shower. “We should do this again,” He said in a playful tone, trying to give in to the urge to melt into the bed. He really wished he could just relax and be taken care of for a while. His body felt like jelly, his knees felt weak and he was feeling the soreness from all of his body’s movements over the past fuck only knows how long. His eyes scanned through the chat and giggled a little as a good deal of his viewers suggested that he should keep going. He couldn’t, he was too drained but he couldn’t just say that, it had to be cuter than ‘I tired myself out, sorry.’

“Not tonight ,” He said, keeping a teasing lilt in his voice, “My little hole can only take so much.” He forced himself to sit up, bringing one of his knees up to his chest, and rested his chin on it. Somehow he felt almost bashful as he felt the cum from his chest sticking to his thigh. Ugh, he repressed the urge to shudder. He hated being sticky. “How’s everyone doing?” He asked, and the chatbox went off. He giggled and nodded his head.

“That’s good, I’m so glad everyone’s okay! I have to get going now, it’s getting rather late.” He said, fluttering his eyelashes a little. Varying responses from ‘goodnights,’ to ‘aww don’t go yet’s,’ flooded the chat and he smiled, momentarily forgetting no one could see it. “I’ll be back on Saturday, so don’t be too disappointed,” He said playfully. Curiosity must’ve been piqued when he said he wasn’t going to be active for two days because everyone started questioning why. “It’s nothing serious, so don’t be too worried. I have plans, so I won’t be able to stream for a couple of days.”

More questions ensued, but he managed to exit the stream before the cum on his body got gross and dry so he was counting it as a victory. He didn’t want to miss two days streaming, but his dad had been nagging the hell out of him a few weeks prior about how important this business party was and how he had to be there or he was cutting off his allowance entirely. That wouldn’t do, because even with his cam-boy side hustle he couldn’t afford his rent and bills. He’d be fucked, so he was going. He couldn’t go in with a limp or walking weird, either, so he had to take a day off to rest his body, and then the party would be the day after, and he could stream again on Saturday.

He hauled himself up out of the bed, and trudged to his bathroom, sighing deeply. He took off his mask and looked over himself in the mirror, surprised by just how comfortable the mask was. His phone dinged and he sighed and reached into his bedroom and grabbed it off of his desk, seeing it was a notification from the site he used to stream on. He rolled his eyes and put the phone down, deeming he could open it later, and hopped in the shower.

He didn’t linger in the shower long despite wanting to, he was still a little unsteady and felt somewhat… he didn’t really know. It was hard to focus on what he was doing, he just wanted to close his eyes and sleep. When he was dressed for bed he grabbed his phone and the mask off of his counter and walked back into his room. He laid down on the bed and buried his face in the pillow for a moment before he turned his head and looked out at his wall for a moment. He just felt so… empty? Not in a bad way, in more of a… enjoyable way. His mind felt fuzzy, and now that he wasn’t trying to think or move, it was really easy to sink into the feeling. His phone screen lit up and he caught sight of the username of the last person who messaged him and his heart skipped a beat. AC, good old Mr. Three-thousand finally checked his fucking inbox.

Cameron wasn’t entirely sure why he felt so excited about it, but he was quick to open the message. You looked really tired and drained at the end of your session tonight. Make sure you give yourself proper aftercare and eat something before bed, it’ll help with your energy. You did amazing tonight, thank you. His heart sped up a little more as he read over the concern-filled message. Cameron bit his lip and rolled over onto his back and pulled his mask back on, getting into what he hoped was a cute and teasing pose, snapping a couple of quick selfies. After a couple of moments of deliberation over which was better, he settled on the last.

I just went a little too hard, but thanks for the concern! <3 It’s no problem, thank you for checking on me you’re the best! I will go hunt down something yummy and delicious! If you ever want a private show, let me know! P.S. I love the mask. You’re so generous <3 He sent the selfie and the message, before getting up out of bed and discarding the mask on his nightstand. He ran to his kitchen and grabbed the leftovers out of his fridge and a fork, deciding to eat in bed. He’d put the lid back on the container and toss it in the morning. He wasn’t sure cold chicken parmesan was yummy and delicious but it was good enough.

When he got back to his room he checked his phone and smiled brightly when he saw he had a response. This definitely wasn’t good for his crush, but regardless he found himself getting sucked into a conversation with ArtisticControl that lasted the entire night. To be honest, a lot of it was just normal conversation, but he was lost in it.

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The entire next day, Cameron found himself curled up in his bedroom watching anime and ditching class. He was tired because he stayed up all night and only managed to snag a couple of hours’ sleep before his internal alarm clock roused him from his slumber. Unable to fall back asleep, he just found himself lazing in bed, somewhat sore from the previous nights’ activities. He’d only fallen asleep after AC said he had to get ready for work, so he spent most of his morning checking his phone periodically out of curiosity.

He couldn’t really tell why he was checking his phone so much, perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he was somewhat developing a crush on the guy. He felt ridiculous, he’d been doing this for years and had never had this happen before! This wasn’t someone who he’d ever seen before, he’d never heard his voice, for all Cameron knew he could be some eighty-year-old man with erectile dysfunction! Or it could be a girl! He was gay, that wouldn’t be good–unless she was also really good at pegging him– not the time, dumbass! He mentally scolded himself, wrapping his arms around himself. The hoodie he wore was one that came from the wish-list packages, and it was warm and soft. It had some k-pop band on it, Cameron couldn’t remember which one, but he got it because it was black with pink and purple on it(and was vaguely familiar with the catchiest of their songs)so he figured he’d support the band.

It wasn’t a bad decision either, the fabric was so soft and comfy. He sighed happily and let his eyes dart over to his phone. Nothing. Well, he was working, so that made sense. Plus it wasn’t like the guy had to message him. He was just tipping him well and interacting with his streams, not proposing marriage. Ugh , he groaned aloud, rolling over onto his stomach and burying his face in his pillow. He needed to be worried about meeting up with his father at the work event but no, here he was, drooling into his pillow while trying to force someone he didn’t even know the name of out of his head.

What the hell was he doing? He was going to lose his mind. Maybe his father was right, and he was just a dumb kid who needed to grow up. He flinched at the memories that began surfacing at the remembrance of their last conversation. He heaved a sigh and pushed himself out of bed and ran into the kitchen, grabbing some ice cream and a spoon. He couldn’t deal with his emotions about his father, so he’d eat them instead. He was one of the lucky few people who had the metabolism to support his emotional eating and he fully used that to his advantage when it came to troublesome thoughts that wrecked him.

He poured himself back into bed and opened the ice cream, digging in with one hand while his other hand turned on his phone. His heart leaped in excitement when he saw a message from AC: It was nice talking to you last night, I hope you’re getting some rest. I will probably pass out when I get home, so I figured I’d message you before so you wouldn’t be worried. Sleep well, little one.

Despite the fact that he now knew he probably wouldn’t be able to talk to him tonight, the fact that he’d thought about him enough to message him and let him know what was happening made him feel good. He wouldn’t have to spend his entire night looking at his phone in anticipation–whether or not he decided to do so anyway was another story, but he digresses. Little one… that nickname made his cheeks heat up and he giggled a little.

Cameron sent him a quick message telling him he had already woken up, but that he had slept very well. He debated on whether or not to inquire about where he worked, but he figured that’d be overstepping so he didn’t and instead sent a picture of himself curled up in bed with the mint chocolate chip ice cream cradled to his chest. He covered his face with his hand just to be safe because AC hadn’t directly acknowledged the fact that he bought the mask.

With a padded bank account that could’ve easily bought him a used car in cash, he felt super comfortable. He’d never had this much money, even when he lived at home with his dad. His dad was obsessed with the fact that Cameron really didn’t want to take over the family business when he graduated. But, because Cameron had wanted to go to school for Computer Sciences and instead got shipped off for business degrees, he didn’t really even have the motivation to put much effort into trying for his classes. He didn’t want to graduate college and become one of his dads’ underlings so he’d be fully dependent on him until the man eventually died. No, he wanted nothing to do with his shady father’s business nor did he want the responsibility that came with it. He just wanted to work on computers.

Camming became his new thing because he lost motivation to study computer science when his dad made him go to business school. He groaned and shoveled a spoon full of ice cream into his mouth, feeling grumpy. Fuck.

He wanted to get out of this damn party, but he knew it was hopeless. He’d just have to suffer through it, so it’d be done and over with. Not the end of the world, he knew, but the idea of being with his father was almost nauseating.

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The business party came much quicker than Cameron wanted it to, and he found himself standing stiffly beside his father. He had tried to keep up his ‘cuteness’ but felt like it was nearly impossible to look adorable in a suit. He’d picked out a black suit with a light blue dress shirt and a silver and deep blue tie. The blues were meant to bring out the color of his eyes and make them pop, but he almost felt like he looked like one of the Jehovah’s Witness’s that stopped by his apartment occasionally trying to persuade him to join their faith. No thanks, religion wasn’t for him.

He still felt somewhat cute because he was surrounded by men his father’s age, and while there were some variations in age, most of them were much, much older than him. He stood out in the crowd a bit because he was probably one of the few men there who didn’t have wrinkles and balding heads. He got an uncomfortable amount of attention from females, which he wasn’t entirely used to. He felt almost like he was in a cookie-cutter as he stood with his father. There was no room for mistakes, not even a slight bit of his real personality was allowed out now. It was hard, he felt uncomfortable.

He didn’t really know what to say to anyone who walked up to greet them, but he was having to stammer his way through it regardless. His father was insistent and he knew that he’d get the lecture of a lifetime if he screwed up. These were his fathers’ regular co-workers, and humiliating him in front of them was sure to piss his dad off. Despite knowing how he should behave, he found himself struggling to just keep still. His natural instinct was to hug himself when he was nervous, and he really couldn’t think of a more anxiety-inducing scenario than being alone with his father, and a revolving door of new faces that were judging him with every slight movement he made. At least that’s how it felt . 

His father had put a lot of pressure on him to keep his public appearance spotless. He claimed that ‘it’s the small slips that cause the collapse of the empire’ and Cameron supposed that could be true, but if there were cracks in the foundation, wasn’t that inevitable anyway? But, because of that Cameron had always been very on edge in social interactions since. He actively avoided everyone but Ezra and Mykal and struggled with having conversations. He either couldn’t find his voice, or he was rambling on and on about things that didn’t really matter.

“William, it’s so good to see you again!” His father’s tone of voice caught Cameron’s attention and he turned his head, his eyes widening a bit. His ‘coffee-shop-assault-victim’ stood in front of him, an amused glint in his eyes as he looked over Cameron. Cameron blushed, his eyes darting down to the floor.

“It’s nice to see you again as well. Did everything turn out well with the piece I had made for you?” William asked, and his father nodded, a delighted smile on his face as he turned to Cameron.

“Cam, this is William Beckett, and he’s the owner of a very nice business called fifth dimension, where they specialize in all sorts of design and art. They have everything from photography to on-site artists who do pieces based on requests,” His father said, motioning towards him. “This is Cameron, he’s a little shy at first.” His father explained, slinging his arm around Cameron’s shoulder. The look on his face didn’t match his intentions, Cameron could tell based on the strength of the hold he had on him.

“H-Hi it’s good to meet you,” Cameron said, bowing his head politely. His fathers’ grip loosened some and he held back the urge to sigh. He wanted a drink. He could feel his father’s arm wrapped around his shoulder, and it made his heart stall in his chest. Cameron fought against the urge to jerk away from him, plastering the most comfortable smile he could muster.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Cameron.” The man said, smiling at him, his eyes scanning over his face in a rather scrutinizing way. He seemed to be looking into Cameron at that moment, and then his eyes turned to his father once again. “I believe that your secretary was asking for you, Dave, it seemed important,” William said, and Cameron thought he could see anger blaze through his eyes. His father sighed and nodded, letting go of him. He forced himself not to react as he felt relief flowing through him. 

“You wouldn’t mind watching him would you?” His father asked, narrowing his eyes at Cameron, almost daring him to kick up a fuss. Cameron wanted to snap at his father that he didn’t need a babysitter, he was an adult, but his father didn’t leave room for negotiation and it seemed William already knew that as he nodded his head and smiled. Somehow it looked forced, but Cameron was too relieved his father was leaving to point it out. “Thanks, I’ll be back later.” His dad said, running off in search of his secretary.

“You don’t have to babysit me,” Cameron grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest as his eyes scanned around the room, looking for a waiter. He wouldn’t be carded at this private event because everyone is supposed to be a company employee, and all employees are over 21. They didn’t really expect people to drag their teenagers to young adult sex trophies to the parties. When he made eye contact with one of the waiters, the waiter promptly walked over and offered him a glass of champagne. He took it and thanked him, pulling out a few hundred dollar bills and handed them to him. Thanks to AC, he had money to burn himself, and thanks to this waiter, his night had just gotten slightly more tolerable. Pay it forward.

“Who said I was babysitting you? Perhaps I knew from the beginning that if I told your father his secretary was looking for him that he’d run away like a lost puppy looking for a bone.” William said, a smirk teasing up the corners of his mouth. Cameron snickered, unable to help the traces of a smile that tugged up the corners of his lips.

“He’s so predictable it’s laughable. He’s not really trying very hard to conceal his affair.” Cameron said with a lilt of sarcasm dripping into his words. His father was the hypocrite of all hypocrites. He was the first one to point the finger at others and shine lights on their transgressions but was quick to backpedal when something derogatory was pointed out about himself. It really was all just one sick little game that his father liked to play–who could he manipulate to get money, who could he destroy the reputation of to save himself, who could he push the blame off on when everything got messy. His father was one walking piece of literal human scum.

“He’s trying to hide it?” William asked, feigning surprise, and Cameron giggled a little and nodded his head. “He’s not doing a very good job of hiding it,” Cameron nodded his agreement, his fingers playing with the knot of his tie uncomfortably. He felt so out of place and off-kilter. He didn’t like the way his clothes felt on him, and even the knowledge that he had worn a pair of panties under his slacks didn’t make him feel any less… blegh . He definitely looked better in clothes that accentuated the more feminine parts of him. He was slim and curvy, but in a suit, it just looked like he was malnourished. “Is it too tight?” William asked, and he bit his lip and nodded. “Would you like me to fix it for you?” He asked.

Cameron nodded despite the fact that it wasn’t really too tight. He didn’t really know why, perhaps it was just because there was something familiar about the man. It was different than the first time he’d plowed into him outside of the coffee shop, he felt… oddly like he knew him from somewhere. The way he talked, how he acted. It was uncanny almost.

Cameron’s heart leaped in his chest a bit when he found himself bending his head down slightly so that he could hide his blush from the man as he worked the knot of his tie. To Cameron’s surprise, once the man pulled away, the tie was slightly less uncomfortable, perhaps it really had been too tight. “T-Thank you.” Cameron stammered, lowering his eyes as he pushed back a wave of arousal that tried to take him over.

“No problem, Little One, “ The emphasis on the words made Cameron’s eyes widen and he looked up into William’s eyes. That was a hint, right? A giant ass clue. One of AC’s final messages to him before he said he had to go to work called him Little One.

“S-Sorry?” Cameron stammered in surprise, a blush spreading across his cheeks. His hand gripped tighter onto the glass of champagne he’d truthfully forgotten about. The realization it was in his hand had him sipping on it as he felt nervousness creeping through him. William smirked a little and waved his hand.

“I told you we’d be seeing each other around, remember?” He said, raising his eyebrow and moving his eyes down to his phone and then back up again at Cameron. Cameron raised his eyebrows and frowned for a moment before realization smacked him in the face and he had to hold himself back from recoiling in embarrassment. Cameron pulled out his phone and looked at the screen, raising an eyebrow. William glanced back down at his phone and after a couple of seconds, a notification from his streaming site popped up. Mr. Three-Thousand.

“F-Fuck,” Cameron choked, coughing a bit as some of the champagne caught in his throat. “I-I thought you seemed familiar,” He said, blushing brightly as he tugged on the collar of his shirt. He felt nervous, not because of the man or his actions–but because now he knew for sure that this man had not only seen him butt-ass naked, moaning ‘daddy’ two nights before but that he’d been practically crushing on him the entire time. He also was scared–this was a public place where this man was obviously close enough to his father to know about him cleaning out his secretaries plumbing so to speak… He could quite literally end Cameron’s entire life as he knew it with just a few little words.

“Your secret is safe with me,” William said, smirking a little. “What would I stand gain from that anyway?” He said and Cameron shook his head. He didn’t really know, to be honest. He hadn’t thought about that–nor had he ever thought he’d knowingly run into someone who watched his streams. Faceless people watching him over the computer was somehow different than  knowing who he was camming for. “How’d you get roped into this anyway?” William asked, and Cameron flinched a bit, looking away from him.

“My dad. He wants me to take over for him one day. I don’t want to, but he still insisted on dragging me here.” Cameron said grumpily, a frown marring his face a bit for a minute. “I don’t want to be here. This is probably the lamest thing in the world.” Cameron sighed. It was true. He hated stuff events, wearing suits, and the forced conversations that always felt a little too scripted. He also didn’t like being around his father, which definitely added to the party’s lameness and he really wanted to jump ship before his father got back.

“It doesn’t seem like it’d hold much interest to anyone who wasn’t wholly devoted to carpentry or whatever it is that he actually does,” William said, putting his hand up to his chin. “I can’t recall,” William laughed and rolled his eyes. “Why he invited me to this party I’ll never know. Perhaps it was because of the piece of art he recently commissioned from my company.” Cameron paused for a moment, turning to look up at William, trying to decide if he should flirt with him or not. As he was a regular viewer on his shows, it seemed likely if he flirted he may get somewhere. After fantasizing about the man for a couple of weeks, and knowing that the man had already seen him in compromising positions, plus the additional knowledge that he liked his shows enough to tip him three-thousand dollars a session… it was too good of a chance to pass up. 

“Probably. That, or he wants to get in good with someone who’s probably higher on the totem pole than him.” Cameron said with a little smirk. “He seems preoccupied… would you like to go somewhere more private ?” Cameron inquired, putting on a pretty face, widening his eyes a little as he looked up at the man. William looked shocked for a moment, before he smirked back at him, his eyes sweeping over him in a way that had his blood rushing down to his cock. 

William was about to respond when Cameron’s dad came walking back with a red face and slightly disheveled clothes. Cameron frowned in disgust as his dad’s hand wrapped around his arm. Sexual desire was suddenly ripped away from him and he was left fighting back a shudder at the thought of where his fathers’ hands had been. His dad’s attention was immediately drawn back to William, starting a conversation that Cameron tuned out, his eyes falling down to the floor as he felt dread swarming through him. 

“William, you want to tag along with us while I introduce him to the new staff? I’m sure some of them you haven’t met yet.” His father’s words caught his attention and Cameron looked up at William, desperately trying to develop telepathy so he could beg the man not to leave him alone with his father. William nodded his acceptance, and Cameron could’ve cried from the immediate relief. He didn’t know why, but William made him feel safe, even in the uncomfortable situation. 

“Sure thing, Dave,” William said, and Cameron looked up at him with relief. When his father turned away from them and started walking, rambling on and on as they followed behind him, William gave him a warm and reassuring smile, a certain gentleness behind it that made Cameron’s heart swell. Even if they weren’t escaping the horrible stuffy business party, at least William wasn’t leaving him alone with his father.

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A few weeks had passed since Cameron had been dragged to his father’s business party and he met one of the guys that had recently started streaming his cam shows and was quick to throw money at him. His first few cam shows after meeting him, he’d been a little embarrassed because now there was someone out there watching him who knew who he was behind his mask. He’d eventually managed to get past his initial discomfort, however, and proceeded on with camming as usual. William still watched all of his streams and tipped him well . His amazon wish list kept being bought out and shipped to him and the entire time, he’d been talking to William through the streaming app on his phone.

They had at first kept the conversation pretty clean, but gradually over the past few weeks, their conversations had been steadily getting more and more intimate. Cameron found that with each new thing he learned about William the more he liked him. He was really interested in art and photography and seemed to be skilled in both. He’d shared a few pieces of artwork he’d done for high-priority clients and some photography. The photography had piqued his interest immediately.

The model for both pictures was a beautiful blonde woman, actually a familiar face from the cam site he streamed on his first few months in the camming business. He’d changed to a more LGBT-aimed site later, not because he was being harassed or anything, but because there weren’t nearly as many viewers for his content on the website. The ropes that she was tied in were intricately woven together to make a complex design out of the ropes crossing her skin. Her hands were behind her back, and the way her body was positioned made him wonder how the ropes didn’t restrict her movements. Until he noticed that the ropes were positioned almost around the pose, her hands tied to a rope that he hadn’t noticed around her ankles.

When he’d found out that William was the one who did the rope-work on her, Cameron was intrigued. He started researching bondage techniques that involved rope–mere curiosity , he tried to assure himself despite knowing it was self-interest instead of curiosity. After that, he started fishing for more intimate details about William’s interests in the bedroom and researching them too. It was fun, and he was discovering all kinds of kinks he’d never known about by doing it. He fell down rabbit hole after rabbit hole, lust, and curiosity leading him to secretly fantasize about what could happen if he could just get the older man alone with him.

Unfortunately, that’d be harder to do than he liked because the man was out of state on a business trip. Despite that, William had been messaging him and logging in to all his streams regardless, leaving his signature three-thousand dollar tip before the pair continued talking in private messages until one or the other fell asleep. Admittedly, it was usually Cameron doing the passing out. But tonight would be hopefully different.

Hey Liam, I was wondering if you’d like to skype tonight… The memory of his earlier message to William made him blush brightly. Cameron had sent the message before he had been able to convince himself not to. He’d never imagined that William would agree, given that he’d never let him give him a private show. Just to make it clear that he was intending for sex, he clarified with William so that he’d know and William had just plain out teased him about how he’d already known his intentions when he asked.

He was undoubtedly excited, he’d done cam-shows before but this felt different. And he wanted to make it clear to William that he wanted it to actually be different, so he set up in his living room instead of his bedroom. He couldn’t help but be a ball of nervous excitement as he showered and went through his usual self-care-before-masturbation routine. When he was finished with that, he grabbed out a black lace cami bralette and a pair of matching panties–the set came from Liam, so it felt appropriate. Over it, he tugged on an oversized hoodie to make himself appear smaller and pulled on a pair of the lacy thigh-high stockings that’d come from his last Amazon package and then set out on his hair.

He spent a few extra minutes styling it and then started on his eyeliner, carefully going around his waterline and tight line before he started on his mascara. Once he was done he applied some very light, natural pink to his lips and looked over himself in curiosity. After he was done he ran into the living room and grabbed a drink and brought it to the living room. He sat down on the couch and then turned on the television, somewhat impatiently waiting on William to get back to his hotel room so he could see him.

As Cameron waited on William, he fiddled around with his phone stand, trying out different locations to see where would get the best picture and audio while also giving himself a clear eye line to the phone. Finally, he settled on a spot on the coffee table, trying to find the perfect placement for it, tilting the screen to just the right angle. As if on cue, William sent him a message telling him: Just got back to the hotel. Give me one minute, I don’t do many personal video calls, so I’m pretty unfamiliar with skype.

Cameron couldn’t care less if William was unfamiliar with skype, he was far too excited at the prospect of seeing William’s face and hearing his voice as he watched him. William, with those scrutinizing eyes and that deep voice that made Cameron’s insides twist around in excitement. He was sure the combination of his voice and face might actually give him a heart attack, but at the very least it wouldn’t be the worst way to go out. Another message:  Alright, I believe it’s set up now. Go ahead. Excitement bubbled in his chest and he leaned forward and pressed the call button.

After a few rings the call connected and suddenly he found himself looking into William’s eyes. He blushed immediately, feeling somewhat naked without his mask on but he found that he didn’t mind William’s eyes on him in the slightest. William was obviously just arriving home, a neatly pressed collared shirt and tie with a gold tie pin holding the tie in place with the silver-framed glasses and signature smirk plastered on his face. His dark hair was slicked back still, and he longed to see what the man would look like if it wasn’t always slicked back. He looked way more put together than Cameron had ever even considered trying to look.

“Hey!” Cameron said, unable to keep the excitement out of his tone as he watched William look over him. He couldn’t fight off the light blush that started trailing farther up his cheeks and to the tips of his ears.

“Hey there, don’t you look adorable tonight?” William teased, his voice sending tingles down Cameron’s spine. He felt heat pool in his stomach, anticipation surging through him as he posed in a couple of different poses, showing off how nicely the outfit William had sent him fit.

“You look really hot,” Cameron said, feeling a little bit silly complimenting someone probably ten years older than him with something that felt like a high-school compliment. For a moment, he hated how unintelligent he sounded. He wished he had William’s articulate knack for praise, but he hopes his sincerity is more than enough to make up for the lack of witty intelligence that William exuded. “I-I mean… how was work?” He asked in a rush, trying to cover up his previous comment.

“Thank you. It was fine, long. I should be heading home in a few days, though.” William said with a laugh, and Cameron nodded his head excitedly. “Did you want to try to grab dinner when I get back in town? My treat,” William said, and Cameron nodded again and bit his lip, fluttering his eyelashes a little.

“Pretty please?” He asked, and William laughed softly, amusement coloring his tone.

“Of course,” William said, and Cameron giggled.

“It’s a shame that my father interrupted us,” Cameron sighed deeply, frowning a little. William nodded his head and smirked a little.

“It was disappointing. To think I could’ve had you underneath me if I had managed to respond and pull you out of there before he located us.” William said, and Cameron sighed wistfully, nodding his head.

“I’ve been thinking about how nice it would’ve been had we been able to escape,” Cameron said, feeling a little shy as he admitted it. He was used to teasing flirtation with strangers, but not admitting his desires so openly. Acting out fantasies other people prompt is different, this was admitting to something he fully desired. “Honestly, I’ve been thinking about how your hands would feel on my skin. They’re bigger than mine, they’d probably feel a lot better…” He blushed a little as he stumbled over the words inside me. He wasn’t putting on his cam-boy persona, at least not yet. He wanted it to be as good for William as it was for him–but he also wanted to let him see him too.

“How cute, even you can be shy.” William teased lightly, his fingers pulling at the knot on his tie. Cameron watched him, biting his lip as he did so. William’s fingers were nice , and not in like just a generally nice way. They were almost enchanting to watch and Cameron couldn’t help but be curious about them. Were they as soft as they looked, or were they rougher?

“Of course, I can be!” Cameron said with a little blush tinging his cheeks as he pulled at his hoodie a bit. “Do you mind if I take this off?” He asked, feigning innocence. William’s eyes narrowed at him and he shook his head. Cameron made a show of shifting around and pulling off his hoodie, exposing the lingerie underneath it. William looked over him with lust evident in his eyes. He tossed the hoodie to one side and grins at William teasingly. “See something you like?” he asked, and William nodded.

“Of course, you,” William said, smirking a little. “You’re as beautiful as ever.” Cameron’s blush deepened and he looked over William with a little bit more confidence as he started teasingly running his hand over his abdomen a little bit before he let his hand fall down beside him.

“All the compliments are going to my head,” Cameron said, giggling a little bit and William laughed a little, his eyes delightfully warm.

“As they should. You’re perfect,” William said appreciatively, and it made Cameron’s heart thump in his chest and he dipped his fingers into the waistband of the panties, his confidence building more.

“Yeah?” Cameron asked in a questioning tone, running his fingers back up along his sides before moving them up to his chest, thumbing at his nipples through the soft material of the bralette. “Perfect for you, then?” He asked in a breathy tone, squirming at the pleasurable sensation of the fabric lightly rubbing against his sensitive nipples.

“Of course,” he said, somewhat distractedly as he pulled his tie all the way off and discarded it before his fingers started to undo the top buttons of his shirt. “Are your nipples sensitive?” William asked, his eyes darkening as he ran his eyes over Cameron’s body. Cameron couldn’t lie, he felt like a hot piece with the way William’s eyes were all but devouring him.

“I might just have to let you find that out in person.” He pushed the bralette out of the way and captured his nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging and twisting. “It’d feel so much better if you were the one touching me.” His panties are growing uncomfortably tight, but he liked the way William was staring fixedly at him, his mouth hanging open just a fraction as he watched him tease his nipples. “I’m…I’m imagining your hands, daddy.”

William nodded, licking his lips a little. “I’d probably have my mouth on them rather than my hands,” William admitted, shrugging out of his shirt. Cameron felt a little breathless as William’s chest came into sight and he sucked in a deep breath. He couldn’t help but want to run his fingers over his chest, just to feel the firm muscles he kept hidden behind his dress shirts. It was exhilarating to see the recent source of all his dirty fantasies be turned on by him.

“Y-yeah?” he asks breathily. “You want to suck on my nipples? Get them all puffy and red?” He pinched at the nipple, using his nails a little while letting out a breathy gasp. “Do you want to bite me?” He inquired, pleasure and desire making him feel a little too warm. William’s eyes darted up to run over his body, there was a clear pause for contemplation as if he were determining if it’d be out of line to admit it.

“Would you want that? Me to bite you?” William seemed to be scanning him for signs of apprehension, but all he was really feeling was excitement. The thought of William holding him down and biting at his nipples turned him on more than he’d like to admit, but furthermore, he wanted to be bitten in more places than just his nipples. He had never considered himself to be a masochist– but he couldn’t deny that his best orgasms were the ones that he ended up crying before or during. The pain was, well, is something that Cameron enjoyed deeply even if he was prevalently embarrassed by those desires.

Despite being embarrassed, Cameron didn’t even hesitate to nod his head. “Yes, I want you to mark me up,” He admitted, almost a little bashfully as his face heated up again. His other hand slid down to his thigh, where he gripped into it and let out a pleasured whimper as his fingers brushed against his carefully placed erection. It throbbed in response to the slight stimulation and he shivered.

William groaned, and the sound made Cameron’s cock jump between his legs. “Gladly.” William agreed, his eyes following the movements of Cameron’s hand. Cameron spread his legs a little more, showing off the cute pair of panties he’d bought him off of his wish list. It wasn’t quite the same as the man picking them for him himself, but wearing the ones that William bought him made him feel excited.

“Do you like them? You’re the one who bought this for me,” Cameron asked, cocking his head to the side as if he couldn’t see the enjoyment on his face. William laughed a bit, sounding a little distracted as his eyes ran over Cameron’s body.

“I may like them a little. And by a little, I really mean a lot . I actually picked a few pairs out online for you too.” William admitted, and Cameron couldn’t help the excitement that ran through him. A gift of lingerie that William had picked out for him? That sounded exciting beyond belief.

“Really?” Cameron couldn’t help the excitement that leaked into his tone. William noticed and smiled a little.

“I couldn’t sleep much last night, my mind was elsewhere,” William said, and Cameron nodded a little, playfully biting into his fingertip. William’s eyes followed the movement, and Cameron teasingly ran his tongue along the fingertip before he moved his fingers back to his nipple, teasing it once again.

“Were you thinking about me?” Cameron fished, and William nodded with a little smirk.

“You’ve been on my mind since the first time I saw you,” He said, and Cameron giggled a bit. “You’re beautiful, distracting, even.”

“I can’t get you out of my head either,” Cameron admitted shamelessly, spreading his legs and inviting his gaze to flicker down to where he was readjusting himself in the tight panties. “During my show last night, all I could think about was you,” He said, grinning at William who shifted a bit on the bed and Cameron caught sight of his tented pants. Fuck , Cameron thought to himself, his eyes narrowing in on the bulge. He wanted to be kneeling in front of him right now, not states away playing with himself. He’d been patient so far, but he was getting steadily more desperate as time continued.

“Oh really?” William asked, looking as mystified as he sounded.

“Kept imagining your voice and your hands, daddy.” He traced a finger along his length through the lace, his cock twitching eagerly at the stimulation. “God, I want you so much,” William chuckled a little, his eyes following Cameron’s movements.

“You’re so tempting, it should be illegal,” William said in response, his tongue flicking out over his lips.

“Tempting, huh?” He laughs delightedly, loving the complimentary comments William was giving him. He ran his fingers along the waistband of the panties. “I try.” William nodded and smirked a little.

“You don’t even need to try, but regardless you’re succeeding.” He said,

“Yeah?” He leans forward a little, blushing brightly. “Can I tempt you out of the rest of your clothes, then, daddy? Please?” William nodded his head and set the phone up against the lamp on the side table of the hotel room, and stood up, revealing his well-tailored slacks. Cameron’s eyes watched as his hands worked the fastenings on his pants, swallowing thickly as the fabric was pulled tight and outlined the shape of his cock.

“Fuck, you’re really big,” Cameron said, his eyes widening a little bit as excitement raced through him. He’d only ever been with his friends, and the one Grindr hookup that’d been awkward and clumsy, but he couldn’t lie and say that he didn’t have the slightest … okay, he definitely had a size kink. His dildos varied in sizes and he’d had to do anal training by himself to take most of them, especially the ones he used in his cam shows. After a little time, it took less training to take them, but it was a frequent part of his ‘self-care’ routine he did before shows. William chuckled a little, and Cameron was surprised by the nervousness behind it. “I’ve never taken a real dick that was that big.”

“Is that a problem?” The self-consciousness in William’s voice makes Cameron feel conflicted for a moment. Since when was having a big dick a problem? Many men would kill for even half of his length!

“No, never, the bigger the better in my books,” Cameron said assuringly, watching intently as William uncovered the prominent bulge in his underwear. Cameron squeezed his cock through the panties, fingers lingering at the head of his cock. He could feel his precum leaking through them there, and it made him feel a little heated. “If I’m good, will you fuck me with it?” William let out a hum and nodded his head. “I can be so good for you.”

“Without question,” William said, “You’ve always been a good boy, so I have high expectations.” Cameron giggled a little and watched as William tucked the band of his underwear beneath his cock and let it rest against his abdomen. Cameron’s cock jumped in interest, and he couldn’t repress the urge to subtly nudge his cock against his hand as he ran his eyes over his length. His cock was long and thick, mouthwateringly thick. William was polished and carried himself with confidence and elegance, but his cock was absolutely the most intimidating thing about him–in all of the best ways.

“You have the best cock I’ve ever seen!” Cameron said, and while he’d only had three partners in total, one of the most common requests he got from his viewers during private shows was for him to watch as they jacked off so he had seen a lot of really unsightly dicks. He was beyond good at faking enthusiasm after two years and had praised plenty of unworthy dicks but fuck he wanted to worship William’s cock. “It’s so fucking big, I love it so much,” He said, not able to hold back his enthusiasm at all.

William laid down on the bed and took his phone back into his hand, trying to adjust it to where he didn’t have to hold it the entire time before he gave up and just left it sitting against the lamp and rolled over onto his side, his hand wrapping around his length, slowly dragging his hand along the length of it. Cameron slipped a finger into his mouth, absentmindedly sucking on it as he ran his eyes over William. He wanted to suck him off, so much. He wanted to feel the weight of it on his tongue and was curious about the taste of it.

“Fuck, I wanna feel you inside me, please ,” Cameron whimpered, standing up and pulling his panties off before he settled himself back down on the couch and pulled his legs up to show off his hole. William’s eyes narrowed in on his twitching entrance. “See how much I want you, daddy?” He asked, biting into his lip as he ran his finger over his rim.

“Jesus fuck ,” William’s voice was thick with desire as his eyes stayed locked on the phone. Cameron reached over onto his end table and grabbed a bottle of lube, pouring some onto his fingers. He let out a shaky breath as he worked the tip of his finger inside of him. He was still tender from the night before, and thanks to the lubrication, it yielded easily to the intrusion, a soft moan falling off of his lips. “You’re so beautiful,” Cameron whimpered as he worked a second finger inside of him.

“Am I?” He asked breathily, more than positive that he looked pretty much like a mess. The bralette had ended up pushed up over his chest, exposing his light pink nipples. His lips were swollen from biting them, and his face was screwed up slightly as he worked his fingers inside of him. He didn’t feel as if he looked beautiful, but the heat in William’s eyes had him shaking in anticipation.

“You are, god I want to touch you. I would love to ease my fingers in and open you up for me myself,” William groaned, his hand moving on his erection as he watched Cameron. Cameron moaned and nodded his head, desire clouding his mind as he started curling his fingers trying to loosen himself up enough to take the toy he’d picked out for the night. It was smaller than usual because he had just gone the night before with a bigger dildo that left him slightly sore, but the pain only made him more desperate.

“F-Fuck, please,” Cameron whimpered, his teeth gnawing on his lip as he worked a third finger into his hole and started tugging on his erection in time with his ministrations to his entrance. “What else do you want to do to me?” Cameron questioned, his face heating up as he rubbed against his prostate, sparks of pleasure shooting through him, and he cursed arching his back up as he propped one of his legs up on the coffee table carefully so as not to disturb his phone.

“I would love to see how beautiful you’d look all tied up and helpless,” Cameron moaned as he squirmed around, trying to take his fingers deeper, more whimpered out helplessly as he looked at William with desperation clearly evident on his face. He didn’t care about maintaining a persona anymore, all he wanted was to have something bigger inside of him than his own fingers. His eyes shot over to the dildo sitting on the table, a needy moan falling off his lips. “Just look at you, so desperate aren’t you?” Cameron nodded his head, blushing brightly as his cock pulsed in his hand.

“I’m ready,” He announced breathlessly, and William groaned and squeezed his hand around his erection. “Can I please use the toy now?” Cameron whimpered, pleadingly looking at his phone’s camera so as to make it obvious he was making eye contact. He spread his fingers apart, stretching his hole a little more to demonstrate to William that he was, in fact, ready to move on to the toy.

“Yes, go head little one,” William said, his voice husky and deep as he watched Cameron pull his fingers out and grab the dildo. Cameron hastily covered the dildo with lube and then looked up at his phone and wiggled around. William reached over and grabbed his phone, positioning it on something he had sitting on the bed in front of him that was just out of frame.

“How do you want me, daddy? Where are you picturing me right now?” Cameron asked and William stilled for a moment, his eyes darkening.

“I’m picturing you in my lap, letting me fuck you until you make that beautiful face you always make as you cum.” The words were startlingly blunt and made Cameron’s heart speed up in his chest. He let out a moan and nodded his head, shifting his body so that he was kneeling on his couch, holding the toy in place beneath him as he slowly dropped his body down onto it. He cried out at the sensation of being full, his mind flickering over to William’s length. He knew it’d be warmer and less… abrasive? Cameron didn’t really know the right terminology, but dildos were harder than real dicks, so abrasive seemed somewhat fitting to some degree.

“Sh-Shit,” Cameron stammered, struggling for a moment to get a foothold on the couch before he abandoned all hope of doing so and lifted himself up off of the toy with a displeased whined before he put the toy down onto his coffee table and used the suction cup at the bottom to secure it into place. He repositioned his phone quickly before he straddled the table and sank back down onto it with a moan. His thighs shook a little as he braced himself back against the table. Fuck he’d much prefer William’s hands gripping into his hips as he moved, but just having William look at him was enough to have him lingering a little too close to the edge for his likings. He’d never gotten so worked up during a private or public session before, but it just felt so good to have William’s eyes on him.

When his eyes caught sight of William’s hand tightening around the base of his cock, he felt a momentary surge of happiness. He was so close, and so hard, his body was desperate to cum just from having the man’s eyes on him. If him squeezing his cock was a sign he was close, it meant that Cameron could cum soon too. “Are you close?” He asked, his tone coming out breathy.

“A bit,” William admitted, laughing a little. “You look so beautiful when you’re being pleasured, it’s truly very distracting,” William said, his eyes watching as Cameron circled his hips, wishing that William was in front of him, controlling his movements and crushing him against his chest. Cameron cried out, imagining the heat of William’s hand on his thigh, and an arm slipping around to hold him steady.

“You’re too good to me.” Cameron moaned out as he bounced himself up and down on the dildo, easily able to create a fantasy as he tried to stave off his need for an orgasm. He was always holding himself back from cumming, but it felt even harder to resist with William’s eyes scanning him visibly. The pleasure was coursing through him, tainting his vision and making him slightly off balance. He was close, so close. Fuck .

“Maybe I am,” William admitted, his head falling back against the wall as he stared at Cameron. “But, I don’t really care. I want to give you anything and everything,” William said breathlessly, and Cameron whimpered and reached one of his hands forward to shakily jerk himself off in time with his movements.

“Please, I want you,” Cameron begged in a needy voice as he lifted his hips and dropped himself back down, the insides of his thighs pressing down uncomfortably on the edges of the table. Despite the slight pain from the force of his movements, Cameron was too far gone to care. The pain was mingling in his mind with pleasure and he couldn’t really discern one from the other.

“Easy there, little one,” William said, and Cameron nodded his head, but he wasn’t really sure what he was agreeing to. He could hear him, could tell he was speaking, but it was completely lost on him what William was actually saying to him.

“I wanna feel you buried deep inside of me,” He leaned back, pushing the toy against his prostate and ground his hips against it. He cried out as the toy roughly rubbed against his prostate and he squeezed his erection in his hand tightly, a shaky breath getting caught in his throat as he forced back his orgasm and whimpered. “I wanna take all of you…” He trailed off as he nailed his prostate roughly and jerked up his hips with a sharp cry of pleasure. His thighs started shaking a little as he trembled. He kept moving his body, legs protesting against the wooden table biting into his thighs but he couldn’t stop.

He moved his hand on his erection, jerking himself off as he felt his pleasure getting more and more intense. It was washing over him in waves, and he was powerless against it. He couldn’t resist this time, he wouldn’t be able to hold back. He was almost mindless in his pleasure as he met William’s eyes and moaned out: “Daddy, please.” William groaned and nodded, his hand speeding up its movements as Cameron got closer to the edge.

“You’re such a good boy for me,” Cameron’s entire body clenched down around the toy he was riding as William’s praise washed over him. His orgasm hit him suddenly and he cried out and shuddered, cum spilling out over his rapidly moving fingers and across the table in front of him. He was making a huge mess, but he couldn’t stop yet. He wanted William to cum, too. Cameron was quickly becoming overstimulated, but he still wouldn’t stop moving, unwilling to let the pleasure flee. He felt so good, his entire body was buzzing, his mind felt fuzzy and empty, and he couldn’t help but whine out his pleasured discomfort.

He kept going until he jerked his hips forward, his sensitivity reaching an all-time high as he felt the pleasure and pain swirling within him. He moaned loudly and grinded against the dildo as it rubbed against his prostate. The combined sensations were overwhelming but he could feel himself beginning to get close again. His eyes narrowed in on William’s cock and watched as it twitched and cum shot up and painted his chest. The sight of it made him tremble a little and he almost sobbed as the pleasure overwhelmed him and he found himself orgasming again.

The world fizzled away around him and he cried out, his body slumping forward, bracing himself on his shaky arms. “Little one, you’re so incredible. I’m so proud of you, you did so well,” The words were gentle and lulling and Cameron shivered a little as he rested himself down against his coffee table. “Cam, move to the couch or the bed, sweetheart,” Cameron muttered something unintelligibly and pulled himself up off of the table and sank down onto his couch, curling up in a little ball.

He was so tired. He really wished that he could cuddle up to William and take a nap. He just needed a little nap. He could hear William saying soft and comforting words, but he was completely out of it already, falling right to sleep.

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C A M E R O N

The next day, Cameron found himself staring off into space , admittedly a little distracted. He was tired still, sleeping on his couch wasn’t exactly the most comfortable sleeping arrangement. But, he was satiated enough to not really care that he was caught up in his thoughts. He was sitting in class, eyes locked on the window as he tuned out the professor, slightly annoyed that he had to be in class. He wanted to be in Computer Sciences, not this lame class that really didn’t serve any purpose to his life’s goal of becoming a technical analyst.

He was admittedly zoned out though, and it was less because he was bored and class and more because he was thinking about William. Cameron knew that he was working, but he missed him. And he knew it was silly, the man obviously had more pressing matter to attend to, and he couldn’t donate every moment of his day to Cameron. While he knew that, he still couldn’t keep him off of his mind. He was hopelessly curious, despite knowing that was probably a bad idea. He had secretly hoped that once ’AC’s identity was revealed he would lose interest, but it had actually been the opposite.

He had been thinking that AC was an old man who got his jollies from spending his money on other people. It was admittedly a relief that the anonymous man he’d been fantasizing about wasn’t some creepy old dude, but it also came with complications. Now he knew without a shadow of a doubt who AC was. If William was just an average-looking guy or was even just slightly unattractive then Cameron probably could’ve put his fascination to rest but… now that he knew what the man looked like, he knew it’d be impossible to completely erase him from memory.

William, code-named AC, and Mr. Three-Thousand was astonishingly handsome. He was poised and controlled, with confidence oozing out of him. He looked expensive, designer clothes perfectly tailored to fit, expensive wristwatches–Cameron had noticed thanks to having received four selfies of the older man, and each one featured a different watch–and tie and cuff pins that matched the watches. Cameron had never seen the man anything other than carefully put together and it was intriguing to wonder what the man would look like if he ever dressed casually.

But William and casually don’t really fit together in the same box, either. Everything about the man seemed meticulous, the way he styled his hair, the perfectly straight and impeccably matched designer suits, even the way he spoke when he was surrounded by others seemed rehearsed. William looked calm and collected at all times, not minding being circled and drawn into long and detailed conversations about everything. He had a wide knowledge base that allowed him to seamlessly fit in with every crowd, but Cameron couldn’t help but notice how different he acted when they were alone.

He maintained a singular personality always, but Cameron had seen him both in what he figured was ‘socialize’ mode and ‘semi-relaxed’ mode which Cameron was pretty sure was William’s only relaxed mode. He was always polite and behaved like a ‘gentleman’ if that word even held any meaning still. However, Cameron had noticed that when he was surrounded by groups of people his laughs seemed a slight bit forced. Cameron supposed he could be reading too much into things, but he almost ventured to wonder if William was more of an introvert than he pretended to be.

It seemed likely, given that he was sexy, intelligent, wealthy, and he was still young enough to capture many people’s eyes. Cameron and probably many other people would consider him to be an eligible bachelor–so why was he single and using a cam site? Cameron wasn’t too upset about it, because he had a pretty padded bank account because he used it, but why did it even appeal to him when he was a literal adonis and could’ve had women swooning at his feet? Cameron didn’t guess it mattered, but he was curious.

“Cam, psssst!” Mykal whispered, tossing a crumpled-up piece of paper at him to get his attention. It broke Cameron’s train of thought and he looked back over his shoulder and scowled and Mykal smirked at him and leaned forward in his chair. “You’re super outta it today, is everythin’ alright?” Cameron nodded and sighed deeply.

“I just was up really late last night,” Cameron said, and Ezra scooted over a couple of seats and leaned over the back of the chair beside him. Ezra smirked at him and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Were you talking to Mr. Three-Thousand again?” Ezra teased, and Cameron nodded. Mykal raised an eyebrow, curiosity overtaking his expression.

“Oh, naughty. Do ya think you’re going to…” Instead of vocalizing what he was saying, he looped his fingers into a circle and made a poking motion through the hole with his other hand. Cameron’s face heated up and he threw the paper Mykal had thrown at him back towards him. Mykal caught it and chucked it at Ezra, who laughed and threw it over at Mykal, but Ezra had even less athletic abilities than even Cameron had and the crumpled-up paper flew over and landed on some poor guys desk.

“Why?! You’re going to attract so much attention this way!” Cameron whisper yelled and shot the guy an apologetic look. The guy waved his hand and Cameron turned his eyes back to Mykal. “I don’t know!” Cameron answered quietly, turning his eyes towards the board.

“Are you hesitant? Is he super ugly?” Ezra asked, scrunching up his nose a little. “I wouldn’t mind finding me a sugar daddy, even if he’s ugly.” Ezra sighed wistfully, and Mykal screwed up his face in distaste.

“Both of ya have some wires loose in your heads,” Mykal said, rolling his eyes. Ezra snickered and turned sideways in his chair, carefully keeping his feet out of the chair before he leaned forward.

“Are you jealous that we can get sugar daddies and you can’t?” Ezra asked teasingly, obviously aiming for a reaction. Mykal, always one to deliver, frowned and raised an eyebrow, scowling a bit as he narrowed his eyes. “It’s not our fault that we got all the cute genes and you got the macho man genes.” Ezra put quotations around ‘macho man’ and Mykal looked at him with an unamused look on his face.

Cameron didn’t really agree with Ezra, Mykal was cute , but it was more in the way that William was attractive than Ezra and Cameron’s cute. Mykal was more masculine, so he was just a different kind  of cute. And Ezra knew that, he was purposefully saying things that he knew would get a stronger reaction out of Mykal. It was just their relationship, they taunted each other but when it came down to it, Ezra was the first one to jump to Mykal’s defense. Mykal was much the same, actually. He would tease Ezra about anything and everything, but the moment that one of Ezra’s love interests did something that hurt Ezra in any way, Mykal was throwing hands and making it obvious not to mess with Ezra if they weren’t going to treat him right. Despite all their differences, the two were more similar than they realized. 

“Come at me when ya don’t need me to get stuff off the top shelf for ya, will ya?” Mykal said, and Ezra tilted his head to the side. Mykal was taller, but not significantly enough over Ezra’s eight to really matter. Cameron knew that, but obviously, Mykal didn’t realize that.

“I don’t need you to get items off of the top shelves, I’m five-eleven, and could very easily reach the shelf myself… I just chose to ask you to do it.” Ezra said, shrugging a bit. “If I stopped doing it, you may lose all sense of meaning…” Ezra trailed off dramatically, putting one of his arms over the back of the chair while grinning at Mykal.

“Why don’t ya just admit you’re a lazy sack of shit,” Mykal said, cracking a smile and chuckling a little. Ezra pouted for a moment before he looked considerate for a minute. Mykal was around six feet tall, with messy short brown hair and matching eyes. He was tanned and muscular, opting for comfortable clothing like jeans and tee shirts. His parents out of all three sets of their parents were the most relaxed. 

While they still pushed him to maintain his reputation and often pushed him to do sports when he’d rather just play video games, they weren’t psycho’s about it. They pushed him to branch out and ‘make business connections’ which was really code for going to play nice with the other rich kids at school so that mommy and daddy can reap the benefits of an easy in. At first, Mykal had done that, but he must’ve grown bored with playing the nice guy because he went from zero to a hundred overnight. He stopped caring about maintaining the balance. Instead of being social, he started distancing himself from his other classmates and focused on Ezra and Cameron exclusively. 

He wasn’t outwardly hostile, he just made it evident how much he really cared about what you were saying. If he didn’t find something interesting, he’d make a brutally obvious statement about how boring  he thought the conversation was or he would simply pretend the person didn’t even exist. He seemed bored constantly, though. He stared off with a brooding expression when alone, and when Cameron and Ezra were around, he was active and talkative as if he’d never been bothered in the first place. While they weren’t immune to his brutal honesty and sometimes blatant teasing, it was all good-natured between them. Once Mykal changed his personality, his parents were annoyed but didn’t really push him to change and Mykal seemed fine with it. Cameron suspected that’d been his plan all along, truthfully.

“I can concede that I am indeed lazy , but I wouldn’t go so far as to call me a sack of shit,” Ezra said, and Mykal rolled his eyes. Ezra, despite being taller than Cameron, was lithe. He had pretty green eyes and dark black hair, with a dazzling smile.

Ezra was basically who Cameron had channeled to create the persona he used during cam-shows because Ezra was someone Cameron admired greatly. Despite being a little eccentric, Ezra was openly flirtatious, completely unashamed of being himself, and radiated confidence. Ezra didn’t hesitate, even when things seemed hopeless. Ezra was the one of them that was openly into guys. Ezra was outed by a guy in high school, and it led to a whole bunch of drama. Ezra’s father was not pleased that his name was ‘sullied’ by Ezra hooking up with a guy in the locker room and got a whole bunch of negative press for the family.

Cameron didn’t really know what happened during his suspension, but when Ezra returned he was almost a completely new person. He’d always lacked a filter and had a pension for creating chaos, but after he returned, it was almost self-destructive how open he was. At first, it’d been subtle changes, like Ezra picking fights that Cameron and Mykal would have to break up, and then it was a revolving door of lovers. None of them were ever serious, but Ezra was definitely sleeping with them all. When he exhausted the gay population at their high school (which wasn’t as saturated as it may have sounded)he started on other schools. Since they moved and Ezra became enamored with their professor, he’d honestly chilled. Camming helped him manage what Cameron suspected may have been nymphomania or his insanely high sex drive, Cameron wasn’t really sure, and Ezra seemed to be happier. 

“That’s because ya don’t have to put up with yourself!” Mykal said, crossing his arms. “You’re blinded by your own ego!”

“Guys, we’re in class,” Cameron tried to protest quietly, but Ezra waved it off and giggled a little.

“Don’t go getting all goody-two-shoes on me now, I need backup. We’re partners in crime–” Ezra said, and Cameron giggled a little as he remembered when he and Ezra used to be obsessed with Set It Off, to the point that they’d dressed up as criminals and handcuffed themselves together on Halloween. Thankfully their parents had regarded the whole thing as ‘a show of their friendship’ instead of realizing what the song was about. Which, realistically they weren’t together nor did they plan on getting together, but the song was aimed at romance, at least to some extent. While they hadn’t realized they were gay at the time, it still seemed like an indicator of what was to come.

“That isn’t fair,” Mykal protested, scowling a little. “My ma sent me to Aunt Caroline’s for Halloween and I had to trick or treat with my little cousins.” Cameron giggled a little and reached for his phone when he felt it vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out and glanced at the screen, his heart leaping in his chest when he saw William’s name pop up on the phone. He was quick to open his phone and click on the skype notification, excited that he’d reached out to him on a more personal platform this time.

Hey little one, hope class is going well. How does Friday night at eight work for dinner? I should be home before five, but I’ll need to stop off at home and change clothes and shower before I head over to pick you up.

Before Cameron could respond–or react–Ezra plucked his phone out of his hand and read over the message, giggling a little. “Oooh, little Cammy is going to hook up with Mr. Three-Thousand!” Ezra said playfully, leaning back in his chair and humming quietly. He smirked a little as Cameron tried to grab his phone back, but Ezra pulled it out of his reach again. 

Cameron hadn’t told Mykal about meeting up with William yet, because Mykal was protective of him. Cameron was more of a pushover than Ezra, and Mykal always worried about his love interests. He worried constantly about whether or not Ezra and he were being mistreated. He’d been that way since they were kids, and it was normal. Despite that, he’d wanted to tell Mykal about William without disclosing he’d met him through the cam site. He knew Mykal would worry needlessly if he knew, so he’d confided in Ezra. But Ezra obviously hadn’t realized that Cameron didn’t want him to say anything. Cameron really had to learn to say what he means instead of beating around the bush so that shit like this didn’t happen.

“Let me see… Friday night works great! But I’m also not opposed to showering together if you’d like to bump up the time a bit! It’s always nice to conserve water, right? Winky face, winky face, winky face.” Ezra recited as he typed, showing Cameron the message he’d typed out and pressed send. Cameron’s heart skipped in his chest and he turned around, reaching back and grappling for his phone.

“Giiiiive it back you jerk!” Cameron said, scowling at Ezra. Ezra giggled and his eyes widened a little bit when he received a message, and Ezra smirked a little. “How could you say that to someone I haven’t even slept with yet? I must look…” 

“He thinks you raise a good point, though,” Ezra said, cutting him off and pointing to the screen as mischievousness lit up his pretty light green eyes. “Okay, so he is hooked, shall I reel or bail?” Ezra said, smirking a little. Cameron was backed into a corner, but he didn’t want William to think he was only after sex. He really did like the man, and the way he made him feel.

“Don’t bail!” Cameron immediately whisper yelled, and Ezra laughed, a grin overtaking his face.

“How about… we go with… You can come fuck me and then take me to dinner after if you’d like. We could shower together afterward, and then go eat. I’ll probably need it when you’re finished with me anyway.” He recited, smirking a little as he pressed send.

“Fuck! That was a terrible impersonation of me Ezra!” Cameron scolded, and Ezra looked over his phone screen. “You’re so going to get me in trouble! He’s got a job!” Cameron said, and Ezra smirked a little. Mykal grumbled something under his breath and Cameron’s eyes shot over to him. Mykal shot him a worried glance but didn’t input his opinion on the matter, obviously respecting Cameron’s choice. 

“Older men are super hot, right?” Ezra said. “All handsome and masculine and suit-clad… their wallets only make them more attractive,” Ezra sighed wistfully, his eyes shooting down to the professor wistfully. “Why are men with suits so attractive?” Ezra inquired, just a little bit too loudly, and Cameron flushed and shook his head.

“Excuse me, gentleman.” Professor Dulaney said, clearing his throat. Cameron yanked his phone from Ezra’s hand and shot around in his seat, scratching at the back of his head as he slipped his phone between his legs. He shot a scathing look to Ezra. “I appreciate that you all must be having a riveting conversation but there are people in this classroom that wish to actually learn something.” He said, his tone bordering between desperation and condescending.

“I apologize, Professor, I’ll really try my best to behave for you,” Ezra said, leaning forward in his seat a little as he met eyes with Professor Dulaney, a teasing smirk pulling up his lips. Professor Dulaney immediately started choking, surprise covering his face as he coughed for a moment before he pulled himself together and fixed Ezra with a face that Cameron really didn’t want to be directed towards him.

“Mr. Jacobs, must you cause a scene in every one of my classes?” Dulaney sighed, and Ezra giggled a little, shrugging a bit. “If you cause a scene again, I’m kicking you out of my class.” He said, and Ezra nodded his head in mock understanding.

“I’m sorry Professor, I don’t want that at all! I love all  your classes so much,” Ezra fluttered his eyelashes as if Dulaney could somehow see him. Mykal coughed out ’ suck up ’ under his breath and Dulaney’s eyes shot over to Mykal for a moment before he fixed Ezra with a very determined and serious gaze.

“Then be quiet during it.” The professor said simply, turning back to the board and continuing on with his lesson as planned. Cameron snuck a peek down at his phone and sighed deeply. He’d have to wait until he got out of class to message back William now. He sighed again, leaning his head over on his fist. This class really sucked, and Cameron would never understand how the monotonous and cold Advanced Accounting could be Ezra’s most recent love interest. The pair seemed more than mismatched, but Cameron wasn’t going to say anything, it’d be hypocritical of him.

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Cameron hadn’t ever been on a date before. He felt like because he was camming, it’d be too complicated. He didn’t want to have to tell someone he was a cam boy and then have them change their views on him based on that. He was happy doing it, but he wanted it to be something that he didn’t have to name and claim. He wanted to be able to be an anonymous face that got to have his fun and then be able to work as a Computer Analyst without having to justify his side hustle. But because William already knew, it seemed possible, and that was attractive to him.

He’d grown attached to William, and the fact that he wanted him to made Cameron feel pretty good. But, he wasn’t as confident as his ‘cam boy’ persona was. He didn’t know how to tap into it without shedding his inhibitions and doing too much flirting. He was really good at the conversations that led to bedroom activities but he didn’t have a filter when it came to flirting. It usually was more reminiscent of what he says in cam shows instead of being innocent and playful.

Cameron looked over himself in his mirror and played with his hair, nervousness causing him to worry over his appearance. He had spent hours picking out his clothes and getting ready. He knew that they were planning on going either to a hotel or back to Cameron’s house after dinner, so he’d taken time to go through an extra few steps while doing his self-care routine. One step he was embarrassed to admit to was having picked out one of the buttplugs he’d recently gotten and put it inside of him. He wanted to be prepared for anything, and his lust was reaching a state of urgency. He didn’t want to spend copious amounts of time on foreplay, not when he was practically burning from the inside out with the desire consuming him.

It was a little embarrassing, but he’d done it before occasionally when he was feeling a little adventurous. He felt pretty cute, though. He may not be the classiest, but if nothing else, he had a nice face and knew how to accentuate his best features–his eyes, hair, and hips. Besides, there was nothing wrong with preparing ahead of time. He always had to take such a long time preparing himself that it seemed like a waste. William was busy, so he needed to use his time wisely so he wouldn’t get bored. William seemed interested in more than his body, and he knew that logically. While William had initially been watching his cam shows, he seemed to hold a deeper set of feelings for him. He talked to him whenever possible, and checked on him after his streams. He had stayed with him at the business party so he wouldn’t be alone with his father without Cameron having to explain to him what he needed.

He seemed to just understand what Cameron needed and wanted. William also made him feel pretty . He liked feeling like he was small and beautiful, and with William’s stature and muscular broad-shouldered body, it was easy for him to feel that way. He wasn’t tall, only about five foot six, and with his slim stature, he wasn’t really all that large, to begin with. But he looked even smaller next to William, and it made him giddy and excited. He had thought more about how William’s chest would feel against his back more times than he’d like to admit, but the thing was… when he imagined it, it made him feel warm and safe instead of only being aroused by it. Sure the feeling of warmth and safety definitely played into his arousal, but he didn’t just want to feel William’s arms around him when having sex.

He’d fallen asleep after a few masturbation sessions wishing that William was there afterward to hold him. He just knew it’d feel really good. He always felt so cold at night when he was trying to sleep, and sometimes just when he was stumbling through life. It wasn’t the traditional shiver kind of cold, it was almost a hollowness that he couldn’t find something to fill the void of. He felt lonely, even with his best friends around. He wanted more, he wanted someone to want his entirety instead of just the carefully selected parts of him he displayed in a desperate attempt for attention. And when the dust settled and he examined things from an outside perspective he could see that’s what it was.

His camming started because his father had cut his allowance a ton, yeah, but it was also because Cameron was hurt. He’d never had a typical lovey-dovey relationship with either of his parents. His mom was a white-wine zombie mom who mixed prescription drugs with alcohol every day to cope with loneliness while his father was absent most of the time. When his dad was around, he was strict and often pushed Cameron far beyond his personal limitations. It was small things like Cameron had a problem with celery. He hated celery because of the texture. It was crunchy in all the wrong ways, and it made his skin crawl with discomfort just to hear someone else eat it so the idea of being forced into eating celery to him was almost a war crime. His father had made him eat bowl after bowl of celery sticks until he no longer reacted to the texture, after he turned down an appetizer he was served at a restaurant that had celery in it.

While it may have been wasteful to throw out the bowl of soup, cooked celery was somehow even more nauseating than uncooked celery to him. Regardless, it was safe to say after that, he and his father had not gotten along well. But once his father had sent him to college and took all of his choices away, essentially forcing him to go major in business instead of his preferred major, and had cut his allowance down, all of the feelings of abandonment somewhat resurfaced. 

He was annoyed that his father could hold so much power over him and yet give him absolutely the bare minimum just to keep him out of the way so he can bang his secretary. His mom was so drunk and high all of the time, she didn’t even care about his father’s affair, or was unaware of it either way. It seemed unlikely that she’d be unaware, but what could he say? There wasn’t any good way for him to break the news to her, and he genuinely worried about the repercussions of him being the one to tell her. She was obviously not mentally stable, what would happen if she found out that her son had found out about the affair before her? Or, rather, would she feel embarrassed enough by it that she may… 

He shook his head and forced the thoughts away from him. No. Don’t freak out, he chided himself, plopping down on his couch and balled his fists for a moment as he took a few measured breaths and forced the negative thoughts away from him. Later he could tackle all of his problems in therapy, right now he just wanted to be excited about his date. 

His eyes darted over to the cock on his wall and smiled when he realized he only had to wait about fifteen more minutes. All you have to do is keep yourself occupied for fifteen minutes , he reminded himself as he picked up his phone and messaged Ezra to let him know that he was about to be picked up for his date. He’d text him again before they left the restaurant so that he could check in with him. He wanted to be cautious, even if he trusted William a lot. Time seemed to pass pretty quickly after that, fifteen minutes isn’t all that long of a time anyway before a knock sounded on his apartment door.

Cameron’s heart skipped a bit and he stood up and walked to the door and opened it, smiling brightly. William smiled when he met eyes with him and pulled out a bouquet of flowers. It had multiple different flowers in it, but the flowers were vibrant shades of blues and whites, brightly pigmented and fragrant. They looked beautiful, and Cameron felt his heart speeding up as a blush covered his face. Cameron took the flowers from him and opened his door, letting him inside so he could put the flowers in water. He had a singular vase his mother had sent him so he guessed that was an easy decision.

“You look wonderful,” William said appreciatively, a smile on his face. Unfortunately for Cameron, whenever the man smiled at him he felt weak in the knees. It surely had to be a crime to look so nice. Cameron smiled bashfully and his eyes darted up to scan over William. He was obviously dressed to impress, designer clothes and a nice gold watch adorned on his wrist. The suit he wore looked more like something that’d be worn to a red carpet event than out to dinner, but Cameron was almost desensitized to ‘designer’ wear at this point. However, William looked fantastic and really made it work and stand out. He didn’t know what it was, maybe it was his confidence or his looks, maybe the glasses gave him an air of superiority or something. Cameron didn’t have a clue, but William stood out.

His hair was neatly styled and slicked back in his signature style. Cameron couldn’t recall ever seeing so much as one hair out of place on his head, and couldn’t help but wonder how sexy he’d look if he let his hair down naturally once in a while. No doubt he’d gain even more attention that way. Which wasn’t preferable for Cameron, but also… it was. If William was his, he got to watch everyone want him. It was an odd sort of pleasure, but he supposed that was his ego at work.

“You as well! You look like you just left another of my fathers business parties.” Cameron said, trying to hide his nervousness as he filled a vase with water and put the bouquet of flowers in a vase. Cameron liked all things that were considered ‘pretty’ and flowers were always something he liked. Everyone in his contacts had a separate flower picture, and it wasn’t like he was an encyclopedia of flowers but he liked to look at them. He couldn’t help but feel happy about the spontaneous gift. He hadn’t expected William to bring any because he was a guy, but… William seemed to be able to anticipate his needs. It was refreshing that he was being thought of as more than just a piece of ass.

Once the flowers were settled he quickly walked back over to William and grabbed his coat, smiling shyly up at him. He was more than just a little flushed because William was alone with him in his house and the idea alone had him tingling in excitement. He knew they weren’t really doing it right then, but it was still exciting to know that soon they would be.

“Thank you for joining me tonight,” William said, offering to help him into his light jacket in a rather gentlemanly fashion. Cameron felt pampered and he’d only just gotten there. “It’s really nice to see you again,” William offered his arm to Cameron and Cameron took it, his fingers brushing over the watch on his wrist accidentally.

“It’s a pleasure,” Cameron said, and it’s not even a lie. He had been so excited and nervous, but the reality had come to be much less frightening than he’d been imagining it to be. He was just awkward around people he had feelings for. It wasn’t intentional, but when he was romantically interested it was like the flirty part of his brain short circuits a little. It was very inconvenient because it left subtly out the window.

“The pleasure is really all mine,” William said, smiling at him kindly. “I made reservations, so we should get going.” Cameron nodded and let William lead him out of his apartment, pausing momentarily for Cameron to lock the door behind him before he led him out to the car and they left for the restaurant.

Upon arriving at the restaurant they were seated promptly, and Cameron was certain he’d never received such quick service before. After ordering their drinks, the waitress quickly busied herself with other things after bringing out their bottle of champagne and preparing their drinks for them. Cameron had grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth, but even his father didn’t get such great service.

Cameron scooted a little closer to William, looking up at him with a little smile as he tipped his menu to William. “I can’t actually read this,” Cameron admitted in a soft voice, blushing a little as he admitted he had no idea how to read the menu. It was written fully in french, and Cameron had taken Spanish in high school because that seemed like the more beneficial language to learn. Most websites and phone recordings had English and Spanish translations, so that’d been what he chose to study. His reasoning was flawed, he knew that now that he was an adult, but hey, he could speak Spanish now so it wasn’t a total loss.

“Ah, yes, allow me,” William said, and he put his hand over Cameron’s on the side of the menu and pulled it closer. He started translating the menu to him in a soft voice, going over the different flavor profiles of any dishes that Cameron inquired about. His voice was beautiful, almost hypnotically deep and smooth. It was soothing and strong, authoritative and informal, evenly measured, and if he was annoyed he didn’t show it. Cameron would think he would be bothered that he was having to translate the menu for him, but it actually seemed like he was fine with it. 

“What do you suggest, Liam?” Cameron asked, and slipped over even closer to him, the scent of his cologne washing over his senses. It was subtle as if the man didn’t want to aggravate allergies, and despite the fact that normally a stronger scent was usually attractive, he found the subtly of it to be somewhat intoxicating. William pointed out his personal favorites, and Cameron listened with excitement.

“It all sounds so good,” Cameron said, a slightly suggestive lilt slipping into his tone as he blushed. It wasn’t technically  wrong, all of the food sounded wonderful, but he’d been thinking aloud about William’s voice. 

“We can order as many dishes as you would like to try,” William said, and Cameron’s blush deepened. This man , he wanted to jump him. He was always eager to shower him with money and gifts. Cameron bit into his lip and nodded his head, laughing softly. 

“You spoil me,” He said teasingly, to which William laughed and nodded, taking a drink of his champagne. “Will you pick for me? I can’t decide.” William nodded and smiled a bit, waving over the waitress. She returned with a giant smile and an overly bubbly personality as William ordered the food for them. When she left, she took the menu and thus his excuse to remain close to William, but Cameron didn’t want to move. William didn’t seem to even spare a thought to whether he should or not though, because he slipped his arm around the back of the booth they were sitting in. 

Cameron leaned his head over so that it was resting on William’s chest, feeling really happy. “I could listen to you talk for hours ,” Cameron said, biting into his lip as he looked up at William. William chuckled a little, smiling over at him with a curious expression. 

“Is that so?” William asked, and Cameron nodded with a teasing smile, shifting around a bit to look up at him. “You are absolutely the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” William said, his eyes running over Cameron’s face with a warm look in his eyes. Cameron couldn’t help but feel special with William’s attention fully aimed at him. As they waited for their food, they spent some time talking about just this and that. 

William inquired about how Cameron’s college classes were going and had elaborated more in detail on his job. Essentially William was the head 5th dimension, a world-renowned art company. They aren’t just your average art company, however. Cameron had admittedly researched the company quite a bit after he met William at his father’s company and it had a pretty interesting origin story. William opened the company with money he inherited after his grandfather passed away. His grandfather was a legendary painter, who had painted murals and portraits, landscapes, abstract pieces, and in his older age he’d even taken up pottery making, as odd of contrast as that sounded to Cameron. William had apparently spent most of his time with his grandfather and gained his love for art. William then opened 5th Dimension in his grandfather’s memory, and the website had loads of pictures of William’s grandfathers’ paintings and William’s artwork. It was over the board, he did a little bit of everything. Sculpting, painting, pottery, photography, pencil sketches, graphic design, even putting together an elaborate chandelier for a brand new hotel that’d opened in San Antonio.

Cameron had initially felt a little guilty about researching him, but his guilt was easily sedated by the knowledge that just anyone could go to his webpage and read the ‘about the creator’ page dedicated to his mission. To Cameron’s surprise and delight, it really seemed like William was even offering scholarships to students in need of financial aid to be able to go to college. To qualify, all you needed was a 3.2 GPA, to be under the income bracket of 30-60k a year, and it was a full scholarship to the school of your selection. It also included stuff like room and board, which was actually a super nice apartment complexes that scattered around the art schools that allowed students under his scholarships to live rent-free. He also has funds for assistance with books and materials and even food plans for families with low incomes.

Cameron had little artistic abilities himself–somehow he managed to make round stick figures, so he was not the target for the scholarships obviously, but honestly, it sounded like a pretty damn good scholarship opportunity.

He also learned that William was only thirty, the only reason he was as successful and well known was because of his grandfather’s wealth and connections. It made Cameron feel somewhat comforted to know that they had more in common than he’d initially realized. William seemed incredibly humble, and he loved to answer questions about his artwork and the pieces he was working on. He seemed sad when he mentioned that because he was the CEO of such a large company, he rarely got time to work on art pieces himself anymore. Honestly, Cameron kept inquiring more and more about him because he didn’t have nearly anything as interesting going on in his personal life.

Once Cameron finally managed to run out of questions for William, William returned the favor and Cameron had to stammer his way through accounting his likes and dislikes, which felt menial in comparison to William’s. He liked anime and shopping. He enjoyed all kinds of music but leaned heavily towards more alternative rock music. He explained his love for computers and technology, confiding in him that he wanted to be a Computer Analyst despite his fathers interference. He also found himself talking about how he enjoyed building computers, playing video games, and detailing how he’d taught himself to write code.

He also touched on his friendship with Ezra and Mykal, explaining that they were his best and only friends. When pressed for more information, he’d easily offered up more, having only stopped because he didn’t want to bore the man to death. It continued on like that as they ate and shared a drink or two, Cameron carefully spacing each sip out so he wouldn’t overindulge and end up drunk. He knew without even asking that if he got wasted, it was out of the question for them to have sex. William definitely wouldn’t be okay with it, so he would be mindful because he really, really wanted him.

After having been interrupted the first time, Cameron was on the edge of his seat in anticipation for them to finally be completely alone. Despite his anticipation, he was also having fun just talking to him, there was something about the way he responded to each of his responses with earnest curiosity that made Cameron feel like for once someone was actually hearing him. He wasn’t being disregarded or called a dumb kid, someone was actually acknowledging the fact that he was an adult and his thoughts mattered too. It was nice to feel like someone cared for him. 

“I really like this one,” Cameron said, pointing to the plate of food he’d nearly picked all the food off of. William smiled and nodded, an amused glimmer in his eyes as he looked over him. Cameron took a sip of his champagne and gathered his courage, blushing a little as he glanced around the dining room. To his excitement, he realized each table was separated by mosaic-like glass separators, so they wouldn’t be easily spotted. Cameron shifted slightly and leaned up, cursing his slight stature for a singular moment before he pressed their lips together. 

Cameron immediately pulled away, shyly averting his eyes in embarrassment. He couldn’t believe he’d just… before he could start to berate himself, one of William’s palms cupped his cheeks and pulled his face around, leaning down and connecting their lips once again, for a deeper kiss that left Cameron’s heart racing in his chest and arousal biting at his senses. It was hardly the time or place, but Cameron couldn’t hold it anymore. He whimpered and shifted closer, one of his hands gripping into William’s tie to hold him in just any way he could manage. 

William kissed him like he  were oxygen as if he had been holding himself back the entire time just as Cameron had been. Cameron didn’t hesitate to let William lead the kiss instinctively, William’s tongue guiding his as he pulled on the tie a little more. Cameron was completely lost in the passionate way William kissed him, unable to help the tiny moans falling off his lips as he shifted around, disturbing the butt-plug inside of him. 

That only added to the many pleasurable sensations running through him, leaving him gasping as William pulled away from him slightly, brown dark and heated with desire. “D-Don’t stop now,” Cameron pleaded, trying to keep from saying it too loud, but truthfully, he probably would’ve let the man fuck him right there on the table if he would’ve. William chuckled a bit, leaning down to brush another chaste kiss to his lips. He pulled back away, running his thumb along the line of his bottom lip gently.

“You are absolutely breathtaking, Cameron,” William said, and Cameron blushed brightly and bit into his lip as he felt desire nipping at him. He was too horny, he needed him, he couldn’t wait any longer. The anticipation was going to kill him.

“I want you, Liam,” Cameron said breathlessly, voice barely above a whisper as he stared pleadingly up into William’s eyes. William rested his forehead against Cameron’s and smiled a bit.

“Let me get the check,” William said, and Cameron nodded, his heart racing in his chest. He had thought he’d be excited, but any of his earlier nerves were completely erased. William was warm and comforting, he had an aura of control that went unspoken but somehow managed to be prevalent and unquestioned. He’d not expected to feel so completely at ease with William, so able to be himself , and it was exciting.

Cameron watched as William waved the waitress over and pulled out his wallet, giving her the first card he fished out. She took it and ran off, promising to be right back. Cameron waited in anticipation, barely able to hold himself still. He was impatient, he wouldn’t lie. He wanted out of there so that he could feel William’s hands finally. He had been waiting so long, any additional time seemed like overkill. 

But, by the time they were leaving, Cameron was more ready to be alone.

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As soon as they got back to Cameron’s apartment complex , he found himself practically pulling the man behind him in his haste to feel him against his skin. He was beyond desperate, William’s wonderful voice having been practically teasing him all night. It was deep and husky and sent shivers of arousal tracing through him. He’d been half hard in his pants all throughout their date, and he was to a point where embarrassment was no longer a factor. When he got horny enough, he lost all inhibitions and just went for it.

The ride home had been torturous because William had to drive and it left him feeling heated and needy. He’d done his fair share of teasing in the car, keeping William stiff as a rock in his pants, and Cameron had been unable to hide his smirk as the man adjusted himself in what Cameron assumed was supposed to disguise his erection but it didn’t really work. Slacks were not exactly known for their ability to conceal, so Cameron was somewhat amused watching him attempt the seemingly impossible. Cameron unlocked his apartment door, pushed it open, and walked into it, toeing off his shoes immediately. William also took off his shoes, managing to do it while he shut and locked the door behind them.

While they’d been maintaining a few inches of distance between them outside of the apartment, as soon as they were hidden inside, Cameron found himself being pulled into William’s arms and then being pushed back against the door, one of William’s hands cupping the back of his head while the other clasped at his hip. William’s lips moved against his, gentle but somewhat dominating nonetheless. It made Cameron’s insides heat up and he wrapped his arms around William’s neck, pulling him closer against him.

Their tongues moved together, Cameron immediately letting William take the lead in the kiss without hesitation, the taste of champagne lingering on his tongue. Despite that, he was unable to focus on anything other than the warmth surrounding him. William’s warmth seeped through his clothes and left him feeling a little drunk on his arousal as he started tugging on the knot of William’s tie. The kiss was full of passion and desire, and Cameron was weak against it as he let out little moans into the kiss. He managed to get it untied and immediately started working on the buttons of William’s shirt, fingers somewhat uncertain because his eyes were closed and his attention was split.

“I want you,” Cameron said in between kisses as he pulled at William’s shirt. He wasn’t being very mindful of what he knew were high-priced articles of clothing, but William didn’t seem to be too worried over it either as his hand slipped under the hem of his shirt and settled on the small of his back.

“Is that so?” William queried with a husky laugh, as Cameron shivered a little, sparks of arousal shooting through him at the contact. His lower back was very sensitive on a normal day, but with William touching him, it was even more noticeable. He hadn’t had actual sex in months, so that was more than likely also playing a part in his sensitivity as well, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Yes, I-I need you so much,” He said, his voice coming out hitched as he pulled one of his legs up and hooked it around William’s waist, rubbing his erection into William’s. William groaned softly against his lips, the hand that’d been holding his lower back trailed around and down to his outer thigh, fingers biting into it through the fabric of his pants. He pulled his lips away from William’s and looked up at him with needy eyes, “Pl-Please,” He gasped as William’s lips started moving over his cheek to his neck. Cameron’s fingers came up and gripped into William’s hair, moaning when he felt William’s teeth lightly scratching against the skin of his neck.

Cameron had never been so turned on in his life and they hadn’t even made it past the entryway yet. “B-Bedroom,” Cameron stammered out, his fingers gripping into William’s hair. William’s hand released his thigh and Cameron whimpered in protest but he quickly found himself being hoisted up into William’s arms.

“Where is it?” William asked, his lips still running along his neck, pausing to distract him every time he almost had himself gathered enough to speak.

“A-Ah, it’s… it’s there,” Cameron managed to get out as he waved his hand towards the room in question before William’s teeth sank into his neck. Fuck , the pain and pleasure were mixing together in his head and he was painfully hard. William nodded and carried him into his bedroom. William sat him down on his bed, his hands tugging Cameron’s shirt off before he reconnected their lips. Cameron whimpered when the toy shifted inside of him, reminding him of it.

Because he did want to be able to feel some of the stretch, he’d selected a toy that was small enough to be unnoticeable while being big enough to accommodate William’s length and girth with ease. Because William was rather well endowed, it would be nearly impossible for him to take him without at least a fair amount of preparation in advance and Cameron really didn’t have the patience for it. He wanted to be soft and pliant enough that his body would accept his length easily while also being tight enough that he could feel him stretching him out. It was a little dirty, he admitted, but he was in love with big dicks–mainly big dildos, but he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity for the real thing, either.

William’s fingers ran along his abdomen up to his chest, fingers dipping beneath the dark blue lace bralette that Cameron had worn under his shirt. It was no more than a teasing brush of his fingertips but it left Cameron trembling with desire as he pushed William’s shirt and jacket over his shoulders. William let them both fall down into a pile on the floor, his lips moving fervently against Cameron’s as he slid one of his hands back down Cameron’s abdomen, fingers brushing along the waistband of his pants.

Cameron whimpered, his body shaking a little as he pulled away from William’s lips and worked the fastenings on his slacks, letting them fall to William’s feet before he also pulled at William’s boxers. William let out a breathy chuckle as he pushed Cameron’s hands away and unbuttoned his pants. The toy was rather unsatisfying in comparison to what he believed William’s length would feel like, and he was overly aware of how empty he was when he could see William’s erection right in front of him.

Cameron let out a shaky breath as William pulled his pants off, somehow managing to make even the act of having his pants taken off sensual as his fingers skimmed along the sensitive skin of his legs. Once he was left in nothing but the lingerie he’d slipped into, a blush ran across his cheeks and he put one of his arms over his face, sucking in a deep breath as lust and nervousness echoed through him. He had masturbated in front of a camera with this man, but what if he looked worse in person than on the computer? William’s fingers looped around his wrist and pulled his arm away from his face, a gentle hand leading his face up to look into William’s eyes.

“Don’t hide your face from me, you’re perfect and I want to see every reaction you have,” The words were comforting and full of sincerity, but there was an underlying commanding tone to it and it made Cameron’s heart race in his chest. He nodded and bit into his lip as William pushed him back onto the bed and hooked one of his legs over his shoulder as he kneeled down and ran his lips along the inside of his thigh, pausing occasionally to suck and bite at it. Cameron couldn’t have held back his moans and whimpers if he tried, William’s lips and teeth felt too good against his skin for him to even attempt it.

When William’s lips moved along the line of his hip to his lace-covered erection Cameron couldn’t help but arch his hips up at the sensation. William’s fingers slipped into his panties and tugged them down enough to let his cock out of its confines, and Cameron shivered as the moderately cool air hit his overheated erection, the contrast seemed more present despite the fact that the rest of his body couldn’t tell. Rather quickly, however, William’s mouth was covering his erection.

“F-Fuck,” Cameron gasped, his hand gripping into William’s hair as he let his head fall back more against the bed. It felt so good, his mouth was warm and wet, and with the way he moved his tongue it was obvious to Cameron, William knew what he was doing. The experience was wholly new to Cameron, having only ever given head before. It felt so good, almost bordering on too good. He had fantasized plenty of times about giving the man a blowjob before, but this was new territory and he hadn’t ever dreamed that William would be interested so he’d never considered the possibility.

Cameron was rather distracted by the feeling of William’s tongue running along the underside of his cock so he didn’t notice when William’s hand initially moved, but when he felt William’s knee move, nudging his other leg out of the way before his fingers lightly ran along the space where his inner thigh met his groin. He let out a moan and trembled a little as his fingertips teasingly slipped into his panties and his fingers gripped into his ass, dangerously close to his hole.

He let out a cry of surprise as the grip disturbed the toy inside of him and caused it to shift, pressing against his prostate. He let out a sharp gasp, his hands tugging absentmindedly on William’s hair as he arched his back and jerked his hips, unable to decide if he wanted to plead for the man to have mercy on him and just fuck him or if he wanted to keep the feeling of his warm mouth surrounding his erection. Both were equally attractive ideas, and his mind didn’t really have the processing power to make an executive decision.

William noticed Cameron’s reaction and moved his fingers over more, applying pressure to the base of the toy buried inside of him. “Sh-Shit… daddy ple-please,” Cameron managed to stutter out, rocking his hips down against the pressure on the toy. William pulled off of his erection and leaned up so that he was looking down over Cameron with desire darkening his deep brown eyes.

“What are you pleading for so sweetly, beautiful?” William said, his deep voice making Cameron whimper a little. He couldn’t help but lick his lips and look up at William with hooded, pleading eyes as he ground his hips down against the hand pushing on the toy. “Aw, don’t be shy now, you wore this all through dinner, didn’t you? I bet you’re really desperate, hmm?” The words were phrased as questions, but they seemed more rhetorical because it was obvious to Cameron and William both that he had worn the plug all through dinner and was, in fact, desperate.

“I-I want you!” Cameron pleaded, his cock aching between his legs as it went ignored. “Pl-Please, I ne-need you!” He wasn’t too egoistical to beg, and he knew quite well how much William liked it when he did so. William smirked down at him, a mischievous light flickering in his eyes as he looked over Cameron before he tugged on the base of the plug and then pushed it into his prostate without even meaning to. “I wa-wanna feel you inside of me!” Cameron cried out, his fingernails biting into his palms as pleasure left him feeling hot and needy and his urgency left no room for patience.

William let his leg fall off of his shoulder and stood up, leaning over to grab a condom out of his pocket before he easily manoeuvered Cameron to where he was laying in the center of his bed and then crawled over him. Cameron reached one of his hands out blindly, patting at the side table until he located where his lube was and brought it over. Cameron dug his heels into the bed and parted his legs, letting the base of the toy come into view. William’s eyes darkened as he looked over Cameron with ill-disguised awe on his face before he pulled the panties off of him and reached down between his legs.

William’s fingers played with the toy a bit before he gently pulled it out of Cameron. Despite the gentleness of the pulling, it still made Cameron moan and bite down roughly on his lip, eyes running over William’s length. He watched William open the condom and roll it onto his length, gulping a little as he realized he was about to have it inside of him. He couldn’t help the slight case of nerves despite his desire but he wanted more. He didn’t care if it hurt, at this point he’d all but openly admitted to being a masochist aloud so there was little use denying that now.

William pulled the lubrication out of his hand and squirted some into his palm before he stroked himself to add a little extra slick. Cameron’s apprehension was short-lived because as soon as he felt the tip of his erection nudging at his hole, he was mindlessly pushing his hips down into it. William put a hand on his lower abdomen and applied pressure to still his movements and Cameron let out a whine.

William started pushing into him, taking his time to ensure Cameron was comfortable and it made a spark of affection shoot through him. “You’re doing so good, baby boy,” William murmured gently before he captured his lips in a passionate kiss that left him momentarily breathless. Cameron wasn’t used to the care nor the consideration, and he really wasn’t used to the way William’s eyes roamed over his face with blatant admiration on his face. The combination was enough to make Cameron feel as if he’d died and gone to heaven.

By the time William was buried inside of him, Cameron was squirming around and moaning breathlessly, his fingers gripping into his sheets for something to ground himself with. William pulled away from his lips to press a gentle kiss to his forehead, an intimate gesture that made Cameron’s heart race in his chest. He felt so full, oddly warm. “Are you okay, little one?” The words were gentle and Cameron nodded his head and reached his hands up to wrap around William’s neck.

“I’m fucking fantastic,” Cameron said breathlessly, pulling William down so that their chests were touching and William shifted his position enough to hold his weight over Cameron without squishing him. “Please move, daddy,” William sucked in a deep breath and nodded, pulling out of him in a slow and deliberate movement before pushing back into him. William repeated the motion a couple of times until he ensured Cameron wasn’t going to be harmed before he started speeding up a little. Cameron cried out and his mouth fell open, his face flushed as he felt William’s length moving inside of him.

His skin felt warm and sensitive, almost as if every neutron and proton in his body were colliding together full force–and it was amazing . Cameron tightened his grip around William’s neck as the pace increased, each thrust taking Cameron’s breath away. The push and pull of William’s length left Cameron unstable, pleasure crashing down over him in every possible way as William moved within him. He was so full, that was all he could focus on. William was so big, so thick and long that Cameron could barely take it… and he loved it. William leaned down over him and kissed him for a moment before he pulled back and picked up his pace even more.

“Cameron you feel so good,” William groaned, and Cameron nodded his head without a thought. William wasn’t hitting his prostate so much as rubbing against it with each thrust of his hips, the tip bumping against it on the way in and Cameron couldn’t think enough to respond to him in an intelligent way. The pleasure was quickly growing to be the most predominant sensation that Cameron was feeling and he felt almost as if he were going to drown in it. Cameron couldn’t hold still if his life depended on it, and his squirming around pushed the lace bralette up and over his nipples.

William’s eyes landed on them and somehow managed to get even darken behind his glasses. He leaned down and pulled one into his mouth, laving it with his tongue before he nipped at it. Cameron whimpered, his eyes squeezing shut as one of his hands fell down to tug and pinch at his other nipple. His entire body was burning, desire coursing through him in waves that made his entire body feel hypersensitive, and the pleasure coursing through him made him almost thoughtless. It was so much and so good, he was already painfully close to orgasming even though since being sucked off his cock had received no attention.

“Daddy it feels… I think I may…” Cameron couldn’t finish his frantic and hasty sentence because William bit down into his nipple and sucked as he thrust into him harder and Cameron lost all sense of reason. He came with a loud cry, cum painting both of their chests as his vision whited out and he lost himself. William didn’t stop moving all throughout his orgasm, and that only caused the pleasure to double down on top of him and he cried out again. “D-Don’t sto-stop, deeper,” Cameron pleaded, needy light blue eyes looking up at William.

William cursed, his composure seeming to slip a little as he looked over Cameron’s face. Cameron started to protest when William pulled out of him, but he found himself being man-handled over onto his stomach. Cameron let William position his body to where he was up on his knees, shaky arms holding himself up as he looked back over his shoulder.

The look on William’s face as he pushed back inside of him had Cameron feeling some type of way. He looked hornier than Cameron had ever seen him, his gaze was dark and heated, promising to burn him if he stared into it too long but Cameron didn’t care. Playing with fire was something he definitely could get behind if it felt as good as it did for him to watch the normally kind and courteous man slip a little. Cameron couldn’t help but find the duality of his personality to be comforting.

He loved that William pampered him with money, gifts, attention, praise, and care while being the perfect gentleman… But sometimes, all you really want is to be fucked , and Cameron definitely had a preference for roughness. “M-More, please, ffhnng,” Cameron stammered, his voice tapering off as William sped up his movements. Cameron couldn’t think, not that he really wanted to. He was almost in a haze, pushing his hips back to meet each thrust with eagerness. “F-F… haa-harder,” Cameron gasped out, his arms trembling beneath him as he tried to hold himself up.

As if sensing Cameron was going to fall, William leaned forward a bit and tangled his fingers in his hair, pulling his head back as he supported his weight for him. Cameron cried out, his hole squeezing around William’s length at the slight etching of pain that echoed through him. His cock twitched between his legs and one of his hands abandoned its weak attempt at helping support his weight in favor of wrapping it around his aching erection. He gasped, his hips jerking away from his hand instinctually but he didn’t let go despite it.

The pleasure was the only thing his mind was really processing, and it was piling on top of him leaving him feeling as if he were on the brink of yet another orgasm. He squeezed his hand around the base of his cock, pain and pleasure mingling beneath his skin and he didn’t want anything more than to keep his grip so his pleasure didn’t have to end. It felt so good, he didn’t want it to ever stop. William’s thrusts were rough and insistent, providing constant stimulation, his pace was perfect and precise.

Each thrust left pleasure wringing through Cameron, echoing over itself as William reached his free hand down and tugged at one of Cameron’s nipples roughly. Cameron was overstimulated, but he loved it so much. Even as he felt tears slipping down his cheeks, all he could think of was more, more . It was a mantra playing on repeat in his head and the word was falling off of his lips as William battered his prostate. He shuddered as William’s fingers pinched his nipple and pulled on it before rolling it between his fingers and Cameron could feel another orgasm beginning to creep up on him for sure. It wasn’t a question of if, it was a question of when, and Cameron was fighting against that inevitability even as he knew it was hopeless.

He was lost on cloud nine, moving his hips back into each of William’s ruthless thrusts, his shaky arm struggling under the effort. He could hear the sound of their sweat-slicked skin slapping together and his headboard banging obnoxiously against his wall, but by far the loudest noises in his room were the ones that he was releasing. They echoed off his walls, and he felt a momentary shot of sympathy for his poor elderly neighbor who was probably trying to watch Family Feud before bed, but it was easy to completely forget about her with William’s cock moving inside of him and precum leaking out of him like a dripping faucet and pooling beneath him on the bed.

He was desperate for an orgasm–desperate for anything, really, but he wouldn’t allow himself. He was past the point of caring, He was to the point of no return, each thrust knocking the breath out of him as William moved within him. “D-Daddy, ’m gon… gonna cum…” He managed to get out around his moans and whimpers, and William groaned and changed his angle up a bit, moving faster and harder.

“You are such a good boy, cum for me,” William encouraged, grinding his erection against Cameron’s prostate deliberately as he pulled Cameron up and back against his chest, releasing his hair to slip his hand around to Cameron’s neck. Cameron whimpered and sank back into his touch, thighs trembling as the angle was changed and he let out a loud moan. The grip around his neck wasn’t tight enough to restrict airflow or blood flow, it was just strong enough to hold him in place and he was done for.

“Gahhah fucck ,” Cameron screamed, his vision blurring as tears flowed freely over his cheeks, his orgasm smacking into him as he shot cum all over his duvet. His mind blanked and he let out a broken moan as he felt William’s teeth sinking into his shoulder as he stifled his groan against his skin, his hips movements becoming slightly unhinged as he buried himself deeper inside of Cameron. Cameron was too far out of it to know that he was cumming, his mind felt warm and fuzzy, almost like it was coated in cotton.

William laid Cameron down on the bed and he took a moment to catch his breath before he stood up and Cameron whined, his eyes fluttering slightly as he reached out into the room sightlessly. He was vaguely aware of William’s fingers running over his forehead and he scrunched up his nose a little when he felt his sweaty hair move on his forehead. A soft chuckle was faintly heard and then footsteps.

Cameron couldn’t muster the energy to open his eyes, but he somehow managed to wiggle worm his way over to the edge of the bed as if he would be able to run after William if he could only stand up. unbeknownst to him, William was already done turning on the shower and was on his way back to the bed. “Hey, hey, be careful, little one,” William said, his voice gentle as he caught Cameron before he could squirm his way off the bed. “I’m right here, everything is okay,” William murmured softly, cradling him in his arms.

Cameron was fading slightly in and out, aware enough to know William was holding him. He nuzzled his head into the crook of William’s neck and whimpered. “’S sticky,” He mumbled under his breath, clinging onto William tightly. Cameron let out a little noise when he felt something warm dripping onto his skin as he felt his legs being lowered to where his feet were in a puddle of something. He was vaguely aware of an arm wrapping around his shoulders.

He felt floaty and lightweight, his head resting back against William’s shoulder. He was slightly aware of the sensation of a hand running through his hair, and he could faintly hear William murmuring something in his ear. He thought he heard himself murmur something about his neighbor’s cookies but he really couldn’t be sure. All he knew was that he felt safe and comfy as if he were wrapped in a bubble.

When Cameron started coming back to himself, he was acutely aware of how warm, comfortable and clean he felt. He had been certain he was all sticky and gross, so his eyes fluttered open, momentarily his sight was bleary before it cleared and he realized he was all but tangled up around William. William was murmuring softly, sweet little nothings into his ear that meant everything to Cameron at that moment. Stuff like, you’re such a good boy, and you’re so adorable. Cameron was quiet when he woke up so it took William a minute to notice because he had his eyes shut. Cameron couldn’t help but run his eyes over the man’s face, watching his lips move, almost entranced with his beauty.

For the first time, he could see William’s hair, it was just long enough to meet the center of his glasses–which, much to Cameron’s dismay, the man was still wearing! Despite that, the man’s face was completely devoid of stress as he laid back against Cameron’s bed, his hair slightly disheveled. William was wearing his boxers, his sculpted chest on display, and Cameron would’ve been lying if he said he wasn’t tempted to crawl on top of him and try for a third orgasm. He knew that would be difficult and painful, but the man looked so handsome that Cameron couldn’t help it.

As if sensing Cameron’s gaze on him, William’s eyes popped open and they roamed over Cameron’s face. For a moment he felt as if he were being picked apart, those deep brown eyes seeming to be searching for something in his eyes. A gentle look took over William’s face paired with a soft smile, and Cameron bit into his lip as a blush spread across his cheeks. Caught red-handed, Cameron thought to himself, shyly averting his eyes from William’s.

“Welcome back,” William’s deep and comforting voice was soft, his lips peppering little kisses along the shell of his ear gently. Cameron was still feeling rather floaty and happy, but the feeling was slowly beginning to fade as he interacted with William. Cameron couldn’t really be certain how long he’d been floating, but he felt lighter as he came down.

“Thank you,” Cameron whispered, his voice a little hoarse from all of the noise he’d been making just a little while before. He felt so safe and happy, completely sedated and frankly in desperate need of a long nap.

“How are you feeling, little one?” William questioned him, his fingers wrapping around Cameron’s hip gently. Cameron couldn’t really figure out how to put how he was feeling into words perfectly, so he took a couple of moments to deliberate. He didn’t want his response to be too bulky, and he didn’t want it to sound disingenuous either.

“I am feeling absolutely amazing.” He finally settled, a flush running over his cheeks. William smiled at him, and he giggled and rolled over onto his chest, wincing a little as a twinge of pain shot up his back before he plucked the silver-framed glasses off of his face and discarded them onto his nightstand.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” William asked, a teasing tone in his voice as he raised his eyebrows in curiosity, his eyes darting over his face.

“I’m going to bed, feel free to join me,” Cameron said, making a show of yawning before he rolled over onto his other side and wrapped his arms around William’s, nestling his head onto his bicep and he sighed deeply. “Nighty-night.”

The last thing Cameron heard before he was falling right back to sleep was William murmuring: “Goodnight, little one. I’ll see you in the morning.” A smile was tugging up the corners of his lips even after he’d fallen into a deep sleep.

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C A M E R O N

When Cameron had received a call from William inviting him to his office, Cameron’s mind immediately flew to the possibility of office sex and he’d agreed. After setting up the time, Cameron had gone through his self-care routine before he laid down on the bed and prepared himself for sex. He didn’t figure that they’d have a lot of uninterupted time, and he didn’t want to waste his precious daddy time on foreplay and then be left wanting him. On the same hand, he couldn’t be certain that was William’s intention, but on the other… if it was then better safe than sorry, right? Plus, Cameron had worn plugs inside of himself enough times that it wasn’t something he actively noticed. He could go and come home without William ever knowing he was wearing a plug. 

And, given that William was the size of a fucking horse– okay , maybe an exaggeration, but Cameron really believed his cock needed it’s own postal code. Regardless, because of William’s size, everything else felt super unsatisfying in comparison. It was more than likely just his size kink, but who was he to complain when William would fuck him pretty much whenever he asked. 

The other possibility was William had bought him a gift. William was predictable in that sort of way. Cameron was always welcome and allowed to drop by his work, but William only ever invited him to give him gifts. After a little over a year and a half, Cameron had come to know William very well. They’d moved in together pretty quickly, more because of convenience than anything else. William had three dogs, a Siberian Husky, a Border Collie, and a Belgium Shepard and he was having to pay a shit ton of money out for dog sitters because they were all very active and playful. But his old dog sitter had moved away, and William needed to look for a new dog sitter. William had no problem doing it, he loved his dogs so it was worth it for him–but Cameron saw it as an opportunity. 

He was happy with William, and because William frequently traveled for his work, it was difficult to spend time together with them living separately. Cameron liked attention, and he had always wanted a dog but didn’t really want the commitment of basically teaching it how to behave. Cameron couldn’t even behave himself, how was he meant to bring up a decent dog? But, William’s dogs were all full-grown and trained so it was pretty easy for Cameron whenever he’d dog-sat for William on the occasion. 

Cameron had proposed that he could move in and take care of the dogs since he didn’t really have a lease with his apartment complex, his father did. His father would be paying it either way, right? William had taken some convincing, only because he felt it’d be more respectful of his father to wait out the lease so that he wasn’t paying for an empty apartment. Cameron had long since learned how to get what he wanted from William, though. Flash him a pretty look and bite his lip–it worked every time.

Imagine his father’s surprise when he arrived to empty out his apartment and drag him back to his familial home for the summer vacation from school and found it completely empty. He still got giggly whenever he thought of his father’s angry rantings about how ‘he was too young to make such big decisions by himself,’ and that ‘he couldn’t afford to live on his own,’ yadda yadda yadda. Cameron had listened for a while before he proudly declared: “I don’t live on my own, I live with William Beckett, the owner of 5th Dimension.” His father had been silenced by it but only briefly before going on another long spiel telling Cameron that he needed to be careful with William because he was gay. “I’d hope so given the nature of our relationship,” Cameron had said, and laughed as he listened to his father’s splutters of anger and resentment. For good measure, Cameron had infromed him he was dropping out of Business school and that William was paying to send him to school for Computer Sciences as he wanted to in the first place. It felt like a total bad-ass move for him because he’d never so much as dared to go so far against his fathers’ wishes. 

Cameron smirked a little and giggled, standing up off of the slightly uncomfortable couch before walking over to the floor length windows behind William’s desk, looking out over the bustling city streets, and towards the horizon where the cities edge met the deep blue ocean. It was beautiful and serene, like something he might find on google and dream about being able to see in person. He couldn’t believe how amazing his life had become in such a short amount of time. 

Things had admittedly settled down. Cameron still did his cam shows, and William still tipped him for them. However, he’d admittedly cut back on the number of them so that when he had time with William, he could focus purely on William. He preferred William anyway, masturbating isn’t the same when you have someone who’ll do basically whatever you want them to do to you. William had no interest in participating in the cam shows, and that left Cameron with mixed feelings. On one hand, he felt bad doing it but William assured him it didn’t bother him and that he respected it was a job. He’d even teased that Cameron could use their money to treat him to dinner sometimes. On the other hand, he was relieved because he didn’t like the idea of everyone seeing how good William is in bed. He knew it was insanely hypocritical, but because William didn’t want to do them any way he supposed it didn’t matter.

William was really the best, he spent all of his free time with Cameron, took him shopping, and out for vacations wherever he wanted to go. He supported his decisions and respected him, the way he treated him had never wavered or changed. He stood with him and helped with all of the things that Cameron couldn’t do on his own, and even some that he probably could. Cameron had honestly never felt so loved in his life. The warmth and radiance that surrounded him when he was with William were addicting. 

He was pulled from his thoughts by the feeling of arms wrapping around his waist from behind and he jumped in surprise before he smelled William’s cologne wrapping around him. This cologne made Cameron’s insides immediately heat up. William had two colognes–the one he wore at home, and the one he wore to work. The one at work was stronger and pronounced, and it had his cock twitching in interest as William’s chest pressed against his back.

“Mmm daddy, watch yourself, we’re in your office,” Cameron said in a teasing tone, turning to glance up over his shoulder. “Unless you want me to bend over the desk and beg here,” Cameron said, and William sucked in a deep breath and smirked as he nuzzled his nose against his ear. 

“I didn’t call you here to fuck you over my desk.” William chuckled, and Cameron giggled and nodded. He knew that, but teasing William was easy and it was admittedly a little fun when William did divulge his teasing with action. William had  fucked him over his desk before, mainly late at night when most of the building was already empty and devoid of life, but even so… there was always the chance that the night guard could catch them. Cameron was admittedly a bit of an exhibitionist, so even if he didn’t want people able to see what William was working with, he definitely loved the idea of being caught in the act. 

“Then why did you call me here?” Cameron asked, raising an eyebrow. William chuckled a little and wrapped one of his hands around one of Camerons and spun him around so that he was facing him.

“Since when do I need a reason to see my greatest treasure?” William asked, smirking a little as he pressed their foreheads together. Cameron blushed, fighting back a giggle. 

“You’re full of flattery tonight, what do you wanna do to me tonight?” Cameron asked, and William laughed and pulled his forehead away and slid one of his hands down to the small of his back, smiling down at him as he brushed the hair out of his eyes. 

“It’s not that, Cameron,” William said, and Cameron raised his eyebrow in curiosity as he looked up at William. “I actually had a couple of things I wanted to give you,” William said, smiling a little. Excitement flooded through Cameron. William was always giving him gifts, it was basically his second love language, and Cameron was always excited to get something pretty from William.

“Oh?” Cameron asked, and William nodded. “What is it?” Cameron asked excitedly and William laughed and slid his hand down to Cameron’s ass before he slid his arm under him and lifted him up. Cameron squeaked and tightened his grip around William’s neck as he wrapped his legs around William’s waist. William smiled and carried him over to his desk and sat him down on top of it before he took his seat and put his hands on Cameron’s thighs. “You’re not doing a good job of convincing me you don’t wanna fuck me on your desk,” Cameron said playfully. 

“You’re always so horny,” William said, trying to keep the smile off his face as he failed to scold Cameron. Cameron giggled and fluttered his lashes as he looked up at William innocently. Cameron wrapped his arms around William’s neck, pulling him forward thanks to the help of the wheels on the bottom of his desk chair. Once William was right between his legs, Cameron slipped his shoes off and put his feet in the chair beside him.

“And you’re not?” Cameron inquired, leaning down and capturing William’s lips in a playful kiss William indulged him for a moment before he pulled away and moved one of his hands from Cameron’s thigh to the drawer he had a key sticking out of. Cameron’s eyes shot down and watched as William turned the key, almost mesmerized as he watched William’s fingers. 

“Of course I am. But, I’m trying to treat you like the treasure you are right now, so please pay attention, lovely,” William said, and Cameron giggled, glancing away out of embarrassment as his heart twinged in his chest. Sometimes, he couldn’t believe how amazing William was, nor how happy he was. When he turned his eyes back to William, he was holding a deep sapphire blue velvet box with a silver lace bow wrapping around the top of the box. There wasn’t a brand or a company name on the top of the box so Cameron really wasn’t sure where it was from, but he knew it was jewelry. 

William opened the lid to reveal the most beautiful choker Cameron had ever seen. It was obvious high-quality, black leather with silver lace peeking out around the top and bottom of it, a beautiful tear-drop-shaped blue diamond of some kind, set in a beautiful silver setting with little white diamonds surrounding the much larger diamond. Cameron’s eyes widened a bit as he took in the sight of it.

“ Wow ,“ Cameron said, his eyes lighting up a little bit as he looked over it. It was so beautiful he was almost afraid to touch it. “You got this for me?” Cameron asked, blushing a little. William nodded, and Cameron’s blush deepened even more. 

“The gemstone is an heirloom Swiss Blue Topas, and those around the edges are just normal diamonds,” William explained, smiling a little bit as he took in the happy expression on Cameron’s face. 

“It’s so big,” Cameron said, moving one of his arms to run his finger over the stone gently. 

“It’s 4.05 karats,” William said, and Cameron’s eyes widened again, his eyes shooting up to William’s eyes. He loved it, and it was really pretty which appealed to Cameron a lot. “I thought this stone would bring out the brightness in your eyes,” William explained, and Cameron nodded. “Do you like it?” William asked, and Cameron nodded his head quickly.

“It’s beautiful daddy, I absolutely love it! Will you put it on me?” At his words, William’s eyes lit up a bit and he smiled and nodded, freeing the neckless from it’s case and carefully undid the clasp. He reached up and tightened it around his neck, clasping it easily behind him. “You look like you’re  the one who’s being given a gift.” Cameron teased, smirking a little as William shifted back a little to meet his eyes.

“It brings me an immense amount of joy to give you things,” William said, smirking a little as he looked up at Cameron.

“Well I definitely like to receive,” Cameron said teasingly, his eyes brightening a little. William smiled and dipped his fingers underneath the band of it to test the tightness.

“It’s not too tight?” William questioned, and Cameron nodded his head, unable to help his cock making an appearance at the closer proximity and the scent of his cologne, plus the excitement from getting a new gift–especially one so pretty–had him sucking in a deep breath. “It feels like I estimated correctly,” William said, his voice a little breathy suggesting he might’ve been similarly affected. 

“It fits perfectly,” Cameron said, leaning back some and reaching his hand up to his throat, fingers playing with the stone while biting his lip. “How does it look? How you pictured it to?” Cameron said, posing in a couple of different ways to show it off on his neck while trailing his fingers over his neck. William nodded, smirking a little. 

“It looks absolutely fantastic,” William said, his eyes running over Cameron with a decidedly lustful look on his face. Cameron giggled, lifting his foot and pressing it down over William’s cock. He smirked a little when he felt how hard William was in his pants. William sucked in a deep breath, his warm hand wrapping around Cameron’s calf, stopping his movements. Cameron pouted a little.

“When you said you’d gotten me something I thought you meant lingerie,” Cameron said, lowering his voice a little as he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around William’s neck. William smiled a little and nodded his head.

“Well, I did buy you some of that too, it’s at home in my office. But, that seemed less special in comparison to the choker.” William said, and Cameron nodded his head, scooting up to the edge of his desk before he slid forward and kneeled in the chair, plastering himself into William’s lap. William put his hands on his waist and squeezed a little, letting out a sigh. 

“You think I’m worth this?” Cameron asked a little shyly, his heart speeding a little as he looked up at William from where he sat in his lap. William nodded his head, sliding one of his arms around his lower back and pulling him closer, a teasing smile on his face as he leaned down and brushed a kiss against Cameron’s temple. 

“I believe fully in paying full price for the things I find that are of inordinate value,” William said, brushing a kiss along his cheek. Cameron whimpered and slipped his eyes shut in anticipations. “ My treasure ,“ It was gentle and soft, but the kiss that followed it made Cameron moan, his body heating up as their tongues tangled together. Cameron gasped into his mouth, thin fingers tugging aimlessly at the knot on his tie as he shifted closer and rubbed his erection against William’s chest. 

“I want you,” Cameron moaned, pulling away from the kiss as he focused his attention on the knot and then the buttons on William’s shirt. William nodded his head, his hand slipping into the back of Cameron’s shirt. Cameron let out a little gasp as William’s warm hand ran over his skin. 

“If we do this here, you’ve got to be quiet,” William murmured into his ear, lips brushing along the shell of it. Cameron shivered and nodded, rolling his hips forward. He wouldn’t promise anything, though. He was notorious for not being able to hold back when he was horny. Cameron had to give the old lady who lived in the apartment next to him many, many batches of sugar-substituted peanut butter cookies many times in an attempt to keep from having too many noise complaints before he moved in with William.

“I can’t promise,” Cameron admitted as William lifted him up and sat him back on his desk, his fingers tugging at Cameron’s shirt. Cameron easily lifted his arms and let him pull the shirt off of him before he tossed it away from them. “But, I came prepared! I have a plug in and I brought lubrication because I kind of thought this was why you initially called me here.” Cameron admitted, a blush trailing up his cheeks and to the tips of his ears. 

“What a naughty little thing you are,” William tsked, smirking a little as he ran his eyes over Cameron’s chest. Cameron nodded his head, smirking back at him with a playful look in his eyes. 

“Of course,” Cameron said shakily as William unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down, “What’d you expect from a cam boy?” Cameron asked, pulling the travel sized bottle of lube out of his pocket before lifting up a little as he tugged his pants over his ass. Cameron pushed his legs apart and took a deep shaky breath as he leaned back and ran his hand down his stomach, putting on a seductive little smile on his face.

“You are so sinfully beautiful,” William said, running his fingers along the insides of Cameron’s thighs. Cameron let out a breathy gasp, leaning back on one arm so that he was bent at an angle, his thighs trembling lightly as tingles trailed behind in the wake of his fingertips. His fingers slipped into the leg holes of the panties, gently tugging them off. Cameron whined softly when the cool air of William’s office carressed the sensitive skin of his erection. His cock was painfully hard and aching, and Cameron was unable to hold back his squirming as William’s deep eyes stared down over his body. 

The heat in William’s eyes as they ran appreciatively over him left him feeling breathless and needy. Cameron was desperate, his heart thumping in his chest as William stood up and pulled his pants and boxers off, letting them fall to his ankles. William pulled his legs up and put his heels on the edge of the desk, pushing his knees apart as he stepped between them and reach down to where the base of the butt-plug was visible and ran his fingers around it. 

“D-Daddy, please ,” Cameron said, his hands reaching out for William. William smiled a little and leaned over Cameron as he grasped the base of the toy and tugged it out of Cameron, sitting it upright on the desk beside them. 

“Look at you, so open and ready for me aren’t you?” William asked teasingly, his voice soft and soothing as he ran his fingers over Cameron’s slightly gaping hole. Cameron cried out when two of his fingers slipped inside of his hole, immediately curling his fingers and locating his prostate almost immediately. Cameron reached his hand up and tangled his fingers into the back of William’s hair as he wiggled his hips around. 

“I-I need…” Cameron broke off with a moan as William applied pressure onto his prostate, massaging it. His body felt hot and sensitive, each curl of William’s fingers left him moaning and rocking his hips, desperate for more. He was acutely aware of how empty he felt with just William’s fingers inside of him, and it just wouldn’t do. 

Not with how needy his entire body felt. He was to the point of no return, he just wanted William inside of him. But William seemed perfectly content just working his fingers in and out of his hole, spreading them apart. Cameron’s fingers tugged desperately at William’s hair in a desperate attempt to ground himself. Pleasure was coursing through him, setting his body alight with passion and arousal. Each movement of his fingers inside of him left him feeling more and more needy, a frustrated whimper falling off his lips.

“Daddy, please…” Cameron pleaded, looking up at William with desperate, pleading eyes. He needed more, it was so good but it wasn’t enough. He’d grown accustomed to William’s length, and nothing else fully satisfied him anymore. He loved the heat, the fullness and the connection, but he loved the closeness most of all. William made him feel so loved, but when their bodies were intertwined and he couldn’t tell where he ended and William began it was wholly intoxicating. He loved that feeling–the feeling of fullness and being a part of someone, the feeling of mattering. 

“What do you need, little one,” William hummed teasingly, a third finger coming up to brush along the rim of his hole. Cameron let out a conflicted moan, his back arching up. On one hand it felt amazing  to be stretched by William’s hands, but on the other hand, he wasn’t in the mood for foreplay. But when was he ever? He always wanted to skip the slow parts and go straight to the fun. 

“I-I need you,” Cameron said, his voice shaking slightly as he tried to control his voice so it wouldn’t get too loud. William smirked and looked over him, taking his time to work a third finger into him and stretch them apart. Cameron let out a pained whimper, his cock desperately protesting against the lack of attention to it as William started spreading his fingers apart and moved his other hand to pull and tug on Cameron’s nipple. His cock throbbed and precum beaded at the tip of his erection. “More, please, I wanna feel you,” Cameron begged, a whiny lilt in his tone. The pleasure was growing and Cameron could feel himself inching closer and closer to an orgasm, and he tugged on William’s hair arching his hips up in a desperate attempt for stimulation. He couldn’t stand it, it felt so good, and yet it wasn’t enough. 

“You sound absolutely lovely as you beg,” William said, and Cameron sucked in a deep shaky breath as he felt William’s fingers abusing his prostate as if William had nothing more pressing to do other than take his time and drive him to delirium. Cameron reached down and wrapped his hand around William’s length, squeezing it in his hand slightly as he pulled him forward.

“Y-You’re teasing m-me so much,” Cameron managed to get out as William rolled his nipple around between his fingers, pinching it and tugging it before he dipped his head down and swirled his tongue over the nipple. Cameron let out a breathy moan, wiggling around as he started pushing his erection up against William’s abdomen while his arms wrapped around William’s shoulders. “N-No more, I ca-can’t gimme…” The fingers inside of him didn’t stop moving, and Cameron was impatient, he could feel the lust and plesure comingling in his head and it was so much . Cameron whined and dug his fingernails into William’s shoulders when William closed his lips around his nipple, sucking gently while nipping at it. William toyed with his nipple until it was so sensitive he was letting out needy moans as he pushed up into William’s mouth and wiggled his hips.

“Fine, fine. I’ll fuck you now, little one, so calm down,” William murmured against his skin, warm breath ghosting over his spit damped nipple as he pulled his fingers out of his hole. “You just get so whiny and needy, I love it.” William teased, biting down on his nipple before he leaned back up and leaned down to grab a condom. Cameron whimpered and shook his head while wrapping his legs around William’s waist.

“I wa-wanna feel you,” Cameron said, a determined light in his eyes as he stared up at William. “J-Just enter me,” Cameron pleaded, a light dusting of a blush beginning to tint his cheeks. William groaned softly, his hand gripping around the base of his cock and ran the head of his cock along Cameron’s hole. Cameron moaned softly, biting down into his bottom lip to muffle his noises. He wanted to feel William’s warmth, experience it without the hinderance of the condom seperating them. After a year, both of them had already had their STD checks, and Cameron… well, he was ready. They’d played around with the idea, but Cameron had always been nervous–he feared growing too emotionally attached to William if he made the step. But it was already too late, William had snuck inside of him a year ago and now Cameron couldn’t imagine a life without William somewhere in it. He needed him, fully, completely. 

William’s eyes were dark and scrutinizing as his eyes ran over Cameron, and Cameron flushed, leaning up to capture his lips in a passionate kiss, pushing his tongue into William’s mouth.“Fuck,” William groaned quietly as he pulled away from the kiss and pushed into Cameron.

“Daddy,” Cameron cried out at the feeling of being filled, his entire body clenching down around William as he clung onto him. “D-Don’t be still,” Cameron pleaded, as he started rocking his hips back to make William’s length move inside of him. Pleasure immediately zinged through him, echoing through his body as he squirmed around. William leaned over him, peppering his forehead with gentle kisses as he slowly rocked his hips into him. 

Cameron gave up in his attempt to hold himself up and let his body fall back against the desk, his hands reaching up and wrapping around the lip of the desk. “Fuck baby boy, you feel so good,” William said, his hands gripping onto Cameron’s waist, speeding up his movements gradually. Cameron wasn’t able to be quiet, not completely, and that became obvious the faster William moved. His moans were echoing off the walls and ceiling of the large office, only increasing in pitch and frequency with each movement of William’s length inside of him.

“Shh, little lovely, you have to be more quiet,” It was gentle and full of imporation, affection wringing through his every word. Cameron whined and shook his head, unable to put his thoughts to words. He was so full, William was so big, and he couldn’t hold back. It felt too good, every movement of William’s hips had his cock dragging along his insides and with his girth and length, it took nothing  for him to hit every sensitive spot buried inside of him. How William could expect such an impossibility from him, Cameron would never know. William had no idea how hard it was not to let out his pleasure, even at the risk of being caught. 

Cameron stared up at William, a dazed expression of his face as he moved one of his hands from William’s waist to push down on Cameron’s stomach to still his squirming. Cameron seized, pleasure wrecking him as he twitched and dug his nails into William’s shoulders, his back arching up a bit despite the hand trying to still him. William’s erection grinded more forcefully against Cameron’s prostate as he moved, and Cameron couldn’t . He simply couldn’t. 

“D-Daa… Daddy!” Cameron’s noise was somewhere between a scream and a sob, his cock jolting between them, cum shooting up and covering his chest. All throughough his orgasm William pulled out only to push back inside of him, and it left him a whimpering mess as overstimulation began creeping in on him. The constant stimulation didn’t allow for his erection to fully soften, and it didn’t take long at all for Cameron to be back to full mast, his cock drooling all over his stomach, aching angrily but pleased with the painful pleasure that was taking Cameron over.

The desk creaked below them as William’s movements sped up, scratching and scraping against the floor loudly. Cameron couldn’t even think about the fact that they were in William’s office at work, he couldn’t think about the workers and customers alike, walking down the hallways somewhere while he was being fucked over the bosses desk. His mind had gone completely blank from the pleasure overwhelming his senses. He cried out and moaned freely, completly forgetting to try to stay quiet as he tightened his grip around the edge of the desk. 

“Oh Cameron,” William whispered, and oh fuck , the growl that simmered beneath the haze in his deep, hushed voice. It hit Cameron’s senses in a way that made him quiver, his entire body was achingly full, more than just a little overstimulated. Tears were falling down his cheeks, and frankly he had no clue when they’d started, but it was all so good . He couldn’t but reach up and pull William over him, connecting their lips in a heated kiss as William sped up his movements more. The sound of William’s desk phone ringing smacked him into partial reality, and he let out a whimper.

“N-No, don’t s-sto–” Cameron pleaded, his eyes staring pleadingly up into William’s eyes as he put the prettiest, most adorably desperate look he could possibly muster. William can’t stop now, he was so close, he needed him so much. Cameron was hushed by William sliding two of his fingers into Cameron’s mouth and tsking quietly. 

“If you make a single noise, I’ll stop.” William said, reaching up to his ear where a little bluetooth device Cameron hadn’t noticed was. Cameron nodded his head eagerly, sucking on the fingers in his mouth as slowed his movements some, but as promised, didn’t stop.

“Hello, this is William Beckett, CEO and founder…” Cameron was easily able to tune out the words falling off of William’s lips. They bounced off his eardrums, he couldn’t hear them, they didn’t matter. All he could focus on was the feeling of William buried inside of him, his warmth sinking into him and filling him up. The slower thrusts allowed for him to feel  every inch of William as he moved inside of him, and fuck  it was so good. He could vaguely hear William’s voice, tickling at the edge of his senses. 

William gripped into his thighs suddenly, bent his legs up and pushed them closer to his chest for a better anger, smirking down at him before he pulled out and thrusted harder and deeper into him. Cameron choked, his eyes rolling back into his head as he convulsed, pleasure taking him over. 

“I-I cmmm…” Cameron tried so hard, but everything shattered around him as William buried himself deeper and deeper inside of him. William shot him a look and he blushed and started sucking on his fingers again in response. William raised an eyebrow but continued, much to Cameron’s pleasure. The tip of his cock rubbing insistently against his prostate. Stars were dancing behind his eyelids as he clawed at Williams desk, his orgasm hitting him like a tsunami. It was hard and fast, dragging him beneath the waves as he let out a muffled moan, desperately trying to be quiet as his cock pulsed out stream after stream of cum painting his chest.

William wasn’t far behind him, his pace falling slightly unhinged before William let out a sigh, not much more than just an exhale, his eyes slipping shut. For a moment Cameron was confused, his fuzzy lust-addled brain not having enough functionality yet to comprehend. But he felt William’s length throbbing inside of him, and felt William’s cum shooting into him. Cameron whimpered as William pulled first his fingers out of his mouth and then his cock out of him, letting his legs fall down over the edge of the desk. Cameron ran his fingers over his stomach in a daze, his entire body wringing with gentle aftershocks of pleasure. 

The sensation was different , from when he’d done it with cum lube in the past. It didn’t feel as heavy, perhaps, he didn’t really know. It was warmer, and Cameron was surprised at how good it felt to have it inside of him. He felt so warm and satiated, his entire body felt like jelly and his mind felt like it was sinking into a cloud. Everything felt so soft and pleasurable. He was achingly sensitive, his cock throbbing between his legs but he felt so good. His cock was hyper sensitive, even the air touching it made it twitch slightly in protest and Cameron had never felt more satisfied in his life.

“Yeah, I completely understand. It is a very old sculpture with a lot of famiail history, I can only imagine how you must be feeling right now,” William said, his tone polite as he reached across his desk and grabbed a box of tissues, his deep brown eyes running over Cameron in a way that made his heart feel light in his chest. William’s pulled a couple of tissues out of the box and carefully cleaned up his chest, being extra gently with his cock. Cameron couldn’t help the small whines that fell off his lips, his cock protesting angrily at the slight contact of the soft tissues. 

William didn’t reprimand him, instead his eyes were filled with a gentle compassion that made Cameron’s heart race. “Can you tell me where the sculpture is broken? That will play a heavy role in whether or not when can fully repair it.” William asked respectfully, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he threw the used tissues away and grabbed a few more, gently cleaning up his hole while offering the person on the phone occasional hums and short answers as he focused on Cameron. 

Cameron blushed brightly, his hand covering his face in embarrassed joy. William prioritized him, it was something that Cameron knew  but didn’t acknowledge but when it was so blatantly obvious he didn’t know how to handle it. It made his heart swell and his body yearn for William to hold him. The last time he got tissues, he used it to carefully clean off the plug that’d topped over onto his desk. Cameron felt pretty certain with how sanitary William was, the toy was fine already, but knowing William went the extra mile for him made him feel special. William pushed a button on his earpiece and then gently ran the plug along his hole. Cameron let out an embarrassingly loud moan that echoed loudly off the walls as the toy pushed into him. 

He was so  sensitive. He could feel the toy inside of him, the cum inside of him acting as lubrication and it made him feel a little lightheaded. Fuck , he could probably go again. At least one more time, but he was also physically exhausted and his dick would likely run away if he subjected it to more untouched orgasms. They were his favorite way to cum, now. It always made him feel all warm and soft afterwards. But the orgasms were so much more intense for him that way, and he’d grown addicted to it. What could he really say other than that he liked  pleasure, and preferred to get pleasure through means that’d leave him feeling the best afterwards. 

Anything less than two orgasms felt like foreplay at this point, William always fucked him until he couldn’t think anymore–he loved  it. Moreover he loved William. William stepped away from him and he started to protest but he saw William picking up the shirt and panties that’d somehow ended up across the room. Cameron had no idea how or when that happened, but he was too sedated to really care. When William returned he was talking to the person on the phone about connecting them with accounting so that they could set up their order, and his hands were gentle and soft as they carefully redressed him. 

Once he was reclothed, his heart was racing in his chest again, more from the proximity and the happiness racing through him than arousal this time. William pushed a couple buttons on his desk phone after wishing the person well, and pressed the button on his ear piece once again to cut off the mic. Cameron, despite still feeling all fuzzy and unstable, still decided to sit up and try to get off of William’s desk. It wasn’t an easy feat, his body was still a little unsteady as he tried to manuever himself around.

Cameron was in the process of trying to stand up when a sharp pain shot up his back and he stumbled a little. William caught him with a little smirk before he lifted him up off the desk and carried him over to the couch over in the corner of his office. William had slept in his office plenty of time on the couch when they’d first started dating during his busy weeks and Cameron couldn’t understand how William had managed to sleep on it until William laid him out on it and his body sank into its fluffy, soft cushions. 

William kneeled beside the couch and brushed his hair out of his eyes before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “You rest here, and I’ll hurry my work along a bit so I can take you home. Let me know if you need anything, and I’ll get it for you, little lovely.” William promised, and Cameron nodded and smiled tiredly up at him.

“I’mma nap, daddy,” Cameron sighed, rolling over onto his stomach and resting his head on his crossed arms, head turned to look up at william over his shoulder. William ran his hand gently up and down his back, apply just enough pressure to slightly allieviate the discomfort. William stayed with him, rubbing his back gently while murmuring sweet words into his ear. Cameron yawned, his eyes gradually growing heavier and heavier with sleep. “I love you.” He murmured softly as he dozed in and out of sleep, completely unaware. 

“ I love you too, Cameron ,“ William murmured softly, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. Cameron sighed softly, his face nuzzling into the sleeves of his sweater, his eyes fluttering open for a moment before they fluttered closed again and everything faded away into the distance as sleep took over.