🄲🄰🄼🄱🄾🅈 18+ - wowkwan -

.18. (NEW - mature - NEW) .18.

The red headed man's body was filled with electricity, buzzing with excitement. Every inch of his skin burned with desire. His glossy red lips burned as he bit them, cutting into the cherry flavored gloss.

The tight fishnets shifted and strained as his thighs flexed, loose white dress shirt shifting to show his nether regions. Byeongkwan paid no attention to that fact, seeing as his computer screen was syncing up with Sehyoons. As it loaded he fiddled with the thick collar-like choker around his neck. The leather bit into the gentle skin of his neck nicely.

Sehyoons face popped up on his screen, clear as day. He was shirtless and in a pair of black boxers. Sharp features were softer in the dark light of the computer screen. His sharp eyes widened slightly at the sight on his screen, then smoothed out into a wolfishly hungry gaze. It was like two fallen angels staring at each other, beautiful creatures corrupted by a darker world.

"God baby, wish I could fuck you myself." His low voice rumbled through the speakers.

Hearing his voice drew a needy moan from Byeongkwans full lips. Something about that voice just made something inside of him want to submit and crumble in front of the man on the other side of the screen. But the voice also struck a cord of familiarity, though that was soon dismissed as Sehyoons voice again seeped through the speaker.

"Show me what you got princess." He almost growled, twitching alive in his boxers as the pale man on screen shifted and whimpered in front of him.

"Mhm...I got a lot though, you sure you want to see it?" Byeongkwan teased, slowly unbuttoning the loose dress shirt. His honey voice made Sehyoon weak in the knees, glad for the chair holding him.

"I want to see it all."

The thin white shirt slipped off of pale shoulders, rosy with excitement. The elastic band of the fishnets caught on his hips, leaving nothing to the imagination. Both men loved the raw and exposedness of the scene. At this moment there was nothing kept from each other, no secrets. It was raw and it was pure despite the physical separation.

A dominant growl flowed through the speakers, causing Byeongkwan to flush and twitch in his fishnets.

"Oh god, your voice..." He moaned, reaching down to stroke himself around the fishnets.

His navel piercing glimmered in the dimming light, catching Sehyoons eyes as he watched the camboy stroke himself. Sehyoon was hard already, the simple moans and whimpers flowing through the speakers were driving him crazy. The boy on screen was driving him crazy. Sehyoon wanted to be the one to make him whine and whimper, to have him fall apart at the mercy of his fingertips; not some silicone toy - much like the one Byeongkwan had pulled out from somewhere behind the camera. Sehyoon watched as the pale boy sat the red dildo down, gently tracing his fingertips from his thighs to his hips, looping his thumbs underneath the spandex band of the fishnets.

"Don't do that," Sehyoon growled, "keep them on. I want you to fuck yourself in them."

A deep groan mixed with an airy whine of pleasure through the speakers, Sehyoon and Byeongkwan cumming at the same time.

Byeongkwan was on his back, chest heaving as he sucked in air while coming down from his high. Sehyoon was shoving his back against his desk chair hard, fingertips digging into the leather of the arm rests. The dark haired man kept his eyes narrowed in on the camboy on the screen, still fucking himself despite having reached his climax.

More and more wines came from Byeongkwans lips, swollen from biting on them as he worked the rather large dildo in and out of his hole. His thighs were twitching, toes curing slightly as he let out a happy hum.

"Shit...now I just want to fuck you myself more baby boy..." Sehyoon groaned, grabbing some tissues from behind his computer, and cleaning himself up.

"Mhmm, I'd love that. You seem to know how to use what you've been gifted." Byeongkwan said, pulling himself up into a seated position and crossing his legs. The used dildo was left on the sheets beside him, smeared with lube and bodily fluids. He was still dressed in the fishnets, the white dress shirt was bunched up at his elbows. He was a flushed, beautiful mess. Byeongkwan had become the epitome of a fallen angel in Sehyoons eyes, corrupted by sinful pleasure and the darkness of the world. There was no way someone so beautiful got into this side of the world without a reason.

Eyes locked across the screen, content smiles were visible on both sets of lips.