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Andrew and Neil have been using the Only Fans account for almost a year now. Andrew likes it and Neil likes that he likes it. They only have a few dozen posts on there, but they make a surprising amount of money off it anyway.
It’s fairly anonymous — neither of their faces shown except for the occasional shot of Neil’s cock in Andrew’s mouth or Andrew’s wet fingers trailing across Neil’s jaw. Neil will admit that it’s mostly pictures and videos of Andrew, who absolutely gets off on it.
He scrolls through their profile, eyes catching on a picture of Andrew on their bed, stark and beautiful on the black sheets, his stomach covered in Neil’s come, his cunt pink and wet. The photo is sort of blurry on account of Neil being too far gone to keep his hands still. That day they had both edged for two hours before Neil made Andrew come untouched on his cock and then again with his mouth.
“It’s blurry.”
Andrew’s voice startles him slightly, but Neil recovers when Andrew’s head appears next to his, looking at the phone in Neil’s hand.
Neil huffs a laugh and puts the phone down on the table. “Not my best photography work.”
Andrew kisses Neil’s jaw. “Think you could do better?”
A shiver travels down Neil’s spine and he adjusts in the kitchen chair so he’s facing Andrew. Reaching out, he easily slides a hand over Andrew’s hip, and starts to pull him closer. Andrew follows and climbs into Neil’s lap, leaning down to pull him into a kiss.
“Yes,” Neil says against Andrew’s mouth, a response to his current question and to any future ones. Andrew bites hard at Neil’s bottom lip and Neil focuses all of his energy, all of his desire on this. On Andrew.
On how pretty Andrew looks when he’s all laid out on their bed, when he’s in Neil’s lap like this, when he wants.
“Hold onto me,” Neil says, not pulling away from the kiss. His voice is muffled but Andrew’s arms tighten around him and his thighs squeeze on either side of Neil’s hips.
Making sure to grab his phone from the table and shove it in Andrew’s back pocket, Neil stands up, Andrew wrapping his legs around his waist to stay in his hold. Neil gets them to the bedroom quickly, only sort of knocking Andrew into a door frame when he gets too distracted by the kisses that Andrew trails down his neck.
“Eyes on the road,” Andrew says, biting down on Neil’s jaw.
They end up on the bed. Andrew somehow lost his shirt between the doorway and the bed and Neil works to get his hoodie off once he’s set Andrew down. As Andrew gets his pants off, Neil snags his phone from the back pocket and then tosses them to the floor. He toys with the waistband of Andrew’s boxers, but doesn’t move to take them off yet.
“Off,” Andrew murmurs, tugging at the hem of Neil’s shirt. Neil reluctantly takes his hands off Andrew to complete the request. When he focuses his attention back on Andrew, he finds him sliding his hands up his own chest, tugging at his nipples with a soft groan.
“Andrew,” Neil whispers, hands twitching as he traces the path Andrew had, replacing Andrew’s fingers with his own. He pinches them, watching as they pebble up under his touch, and catching the soft sound that Andrews makes at the attention.
Andrew’s tits are small and Neil can fit his palms around them perfectly, squeezing them and thumbing over Andrew’s nipples again. Unable to help himself, Neil leans down and wraps his lips around Andrew’s left nipple, using his now free hand to support himself over him.
Neil likes to take his time, but sometimes Andrew gets impatient.
“Neil.”
“Andrew.”
“Come on.” Andrew tugs on Neil’s hair and then whimpers as Neil rolls his nipple between his teeth lightly.
“Or I could make you come like this.”
It’s true, he could. He’s made Andrew come untouched more times than he can count and he can count pretty high. When Andrew really allows himself to let go, Neil wants to give him everything. Wants to give him so much pleasure he can’t breathe, touch him until he can’t take it anymore.
“Or you could fuck me,” Andrew suggests instead, and Neil has to admit he’s amenable. Neil gets to work on obeying. Keeping himself propped over Andrew, he starts to tug Andrew’s boxers down, Andrew helping him out and flicking them off his legs. When he spreads his thighs back around Neil’s waist, Neil’s breath catches hard in his throat.
Andrew’s pussy twitches at the attention and then again when Neil brushes his knuckles over Andrew’s clit.
“Want my cock, baby? I can get you nice and open like you were before,” Neil murmurs, sliding his thumb down over Andrew’s clit, pressing into his hole where he’s warm and already wet.
“Yes,” Andrew hisses. “If you get on with it.”
“Hmmm.” Neil thinks he likes it when Andrew wants it, when he can’t be bothered to put up a wall. He wants Andrew gagging for Neil’s cock, for his tongue.
Rubbing his thumb lightly in a circle over Andrew’s hole, Neil leans down and proceeds to whisper every thought he has into Andrew’s ear. “So wet, baby. Look at you, always so good for me like this.”
Andrew whines loudly when Neil finally slips his thumb into him. Andrew takes him easily and Neil muffles a groan into Andrew’s hair at the pressure, already imagining it around his cock.
Reaching between them, Neil gets his own jeans undone. He gets his cock out but doesn’t bother to take them off the rest of the way; he leans forward and rubs the tip of his cock against Andrew’s cunt, just above where his thumb is holding him open again. Tugging his thumb out, Neil uses both hands to spread Andrew open for him, continuing to grind his cock over Andrew’s clit, slow and teasing.
“In me,” Andrew grits out.
Neil pretends he doesn’t hear and grips his cock to glide over Andrew’s entrance, catching at his hole and then slipping away, dragging up to his twitching clit.
“You’re insufferable,” Andrew huffs, grinding his hips down to catch at the head of Neil’s cock on his next pass. “Do I need to do this myself?”
“No,” Neil breathes, pressing his mouth against Andrew’s ear. “Stay here,” he murmurs, pressing Andrew’s hips down into the bed. “Let me take care of you.”
Andrew is quiet for a moment, the only sound his stuttered breathing and the muffled wet sound of Neil’s cock still gliding along his cunt. “Okay,” he says. “Fuck me then,” and he says it— asks it so sweetly that Neil can’t imagine denying him now.
Settling two fingers on either side of Andrew’s clit, starting to jerk him off, Neil presses his cock against Andrew’s hole, pressing into him slowly. Andrew tosses his head back and lets out a soft noise, something close to a whine, and Neil has trouble not coming immediately.
He’s careful and quiet, letting Andrew adjust to him as Neil bottoms out. He doesn’t stop touching Andrew, rubbing his clit and tracing his opposite hand over Andrew’s hip soothingly.
Clenching around him, Andrew coaxes Neil into a slow rhythm, wrapping his legs around Neil’s waist and hitching up against him. He grasps one hand around the back of Neil’s neck, tugging him close, and wraps the other around Neil’s hip, guiding his movements.
Neil is inclined to let him lead for the moment. He likes when Andrew controls the pace, especially when it’s as mind-numbingly good as this. Rolling his hips forward into Andrew, Neil catches his mouth in a desperate kiss. He feels Andrew relax even more into him, and Neil moves both his hands up Andrew’s torso to pinch lightly at his nipples, drawing a surprised noise out of Andrew.
“Okay?” Neil asks, and he gets a glare in return.
And when he does it again, Andrew stifles another noise with his teeth set against his bottom lip, pressing up into Neil’s touch.
Neil is going to come sooner than he planned on. Andrew is so tight and wet and pliant in Neil’s hands, so open and wanting. Letting go of Andrew entirely, slowing his pace to barely more than a slow rocking motion, Neil finds his phone next to them, half-buried under the blankets they’ve mussed up.
“Look so pretty,” Neil murmurs, momentarily distracted from opening his phone when Andrew shifts to press Neil’s cock into him deeper. Andrew’s neck and chest are pink and slick with sweat — he’s putting in the work, grinding against Neil and holding onto him tightly.
“A picture is worth a thousand words,” Andrew mutters, and Neil laughs. He grips Andrew’s hip with his left hand and fucks Andrew with more purpose, still controlled enough that he can get his phone’s camera open with his other hand.
Neil’s fingers go to Andrew’s clit and he jerks him off in time with his thrusts. “Ready?” Neil asks. When Andrew nods, Neil barely hesitates before holding the phone at a good enough angle to frame all of Andrew’s torso and where he's stretched open around Neil’s cock.
“Neil,” Andrew murmurs, and Neil’s attention goes directly back to him.
“Yeah, baby?”
Andrew groans and pinches hard at Neil’s bicep. “You should film, too.”
Neil feels a thrill go through him. They have a few videos, some posted on their page and some not.
“Okay, yeah,” Neil breathes, and then he’s fumbling with the phone to switch it to the video setting. He slows his pace again in order to keep himself from the edge a little longer, and then draws the phone away so he can lean down and kiss Andrew.
Andrew’s mouth falls open to him, and Neil wastes no time in swiping his tongue over Andrew’s teeth and slipping it into his mouth. Andrew meets him there, sucking hard on Neil’s lip and then biting down on it, tugging a moan out of Neil.
Feeling Andrew’s clit twitch under his fingers, Neil starts to rub broad circles over him, moving faster when Andrew clutches at him and gasps out, “Neil,” as a warning.
Neil feels ready to shake out of his skin, thrusting into Andrew hard and then repositioning himself more upright with his phone held above them. Andrew’s hands fall away from Neil and he grips the dark sheets below him.
As Neil starts up a fast rhythm, the sound of their heavy breathing and Neil’s hips hitting Andrew’s ass, he clicks record. Neil moves his fingers off Andrew’s clit to rub over where Andrew is stretched around him. His cunt is pink and warm and Neil resists the urge to press fingers knuckle deep into Andrew alongside his cock.
Instead, he taps his thumb hard over Andrew’s clit. He sees the tell-tale signs, watches as Andrew’s face scrunches up in pleasure and feels as his cunt clenches around Neil’s cock.
“Fuck,” Neil breathes, and feels himself getting there, too. He wants Andrew to come first — wants to catch it all on camera, and then throw his phone across the room and eat Andrew out, wants at least one more orgasm out of him.
Andrew’s eyes open and Neil is already looking at him. This is what it’s all about for him. Andrew’s hazel eyes, intense with desire and full of emotion, of something that Neil knows is only for him. For Neil.
There’s no chance he’s going to last any longer.
And then Andrew comes, sucking in a breath and tossing his head back. Andrew comes quietly, barely breathing as Neil rubs his thumb hard over Andrew’s clit in tight circles, his body moving against Neil’s cock. He’s tight around Neil and Neil has to pull out, letting Andrew’s hips fall to the bed, grinding his cock against Andrew’s clit as Andrew rides out his orgasm. Andrew whines as Neil glides his cock twice across Andrew’s sensitive cunt and then Neil mirrors the sound with his own as he comes.
His come covers Andrew’s stomach and torso and Neil has just enough awareness to make sure the camera is still pointed in the correct direction. He rubs a hand lightly over Andrew’s hip and stops the recording. He switches the camera setting to take a photo and takes one careful picture.
Still keeping his hand on Andrew’s waist, he watches as Andrew shuts his eyes and just breathes for a few moments. He’s relaxed against the mattress, his thighs occasionally twitching where they’re splayed on either side of Neil. Neil doesn’t care about how the photo and video turned out. They’ll look at them together tomorrow and decide if it’s just for them or not, and Neil would rather have the real thing.
Neil throws his phone across the room.