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“Oh my, thank you so much for the tip pussyluvr69!”
Ivan doesn’t know how he got here in the first place. All he remembers is that he was just on this random website, looking at some pictures to try to grasp onto some sort of string of inspiration for his next piece when he came across this weird ad that says, “The Most Beautiful Prince: On Stream Now”.
Ivan, innocent and curious as ever, clicks on the link of the suspicious looking advertisement when low and behold, his whole laptop screen is playing a livestream of some guy stroking himself in an unbelievably slow pace. He has his face covered, safe for his eyes, and you can just tell he is smiling. His fingers are what caught Ivan’s attention the most; a nice pretty violaceous color that’s starts from the tip of his fingers and ending at the middle knuckle, the color fading into his beautiful peachy white skin that glows like a fresh pearl born from a clam’s grasp. His hair also compliments his skin, helping it glow even more than it already is: it’s a nice ash blonde color, somewhat wavy and curly but it does the job in structuring his hairline very nicely.
He looks… beautiful… Something that can only be seen from a painting done during the renaissance. Of course, the guy isn’t fit like how Ivan is, but he isn’t skinny like Till. His figure is soft and elegant. Each and every curve seem as if it’s whispering divine perfection, as if he was made by God himself, an angel that glows with a presence that reads that he is demanding everyone to kneel and worship him like a saint.
The more Ivan looks, the more he is falling into this cloudy daze. He feels his trousers growing tight, it has been a while since he has been able to, in better words, relieve himself. He lets out a shaky sigh and palms himself, covering his mouth to prevent any sound coming out of his mouth. He can get loud sometimes when he is unbelievably aroused, according to his ex lover.
Every stroke that the blonde beauty makes is slow but precise. He curls his thumb at just the tip and moves his other four fingers down all the way to the base and stays there for a few seconds, jerking his hips up a bit and moves back up. It’s almost as if he putting the audience in a trance. The only time he ever really speaks is when he thanks someone for a tip and the only sound that comes out from him are sweet whimpers and little short ragged breaths. Ivan will hate to admit it, but he nearly came just from those sweet sounds.
Then the sound of an alarm ringing can be heard in the back and the man in the screen lets out a subtle sound, which sounds like a giggle, and Ivan feels his heart skip a beat.
“Aw, looks like my time is up..”, the blonde lets out a small sigh and he lets go of himself with a slow agonizing slide that starts from the base to the tip.
>>Oh noo :(
>>Please, don’t leave us on the edge like that
>>Again? So mean..
>>Fuck I was so close
Ivan blinks at the comments that would show up. Were there people who actually follows this guy’s movements? Well, he shouldn’t be one to talk. He used to do a lot of phone sex back when he was in high school and would listen to the commands given on the other side of the line, so it’s probably the same concept.
“Hehe, maybe next stream I’ll let you all cum? Would you guys like that?~”
His voice.. It’s going to be the death of him. It’s so gentle and soft and every word, every syllable and vowel that comes out of his mouth, is like honey and Ivan drinks it all up with no hesitation like a thirty man stranded in the desert.
>>Fuck yes
>>Please
>>I’ll do anything to see all of that cum on that tummy..
The man lets out a giggle at the last comment and he lets out a small hum, “Maybe I will cum on my stomach, we’ll see.”
He brings his index finger and teases his cock softly tracing it from the tip down to the base slowly, the shaft twitching ever so slightly at the contact and Ivan’s breath hitches as he watches the scene unfold right in front of his eyes.
“If you all behave well, your sweet prince will let out his long awaiting release, and I’ll make sure it will paint my torso that nice white color that you all love…”
Ivan shivers at those words and feels his mouth get dry. He can’t take it anymore, he goes to take off his drawers when suddenly he hears a knock at the door and he immediately deletes the tab and fixes his position, clearing his throat and wiping his forehead that is all sweaty from his excitement.
“What is it?”
“Let me in dumbass, the door is locked.”
Ivan sighs and grumbles as he gets up from the bed and opens his door, revealing a girl with a black bob and wispy bangs. She has her arms crossed and she looks up at him with a sneer.
She then speaks up, “What kind of freak are you to sleep with your bedroom door locked in your own house?”
Ivan lets out a laugh and smiles down at her, his little snaggle tooth showing, “I don’t want someone to barge inside my room to kill me, that someone being you.”
Sua pinches his cheek as she pushes him to the side and goes to sit down on the bed. Ivan follows behind and sits beside her.
“What is it that my dear older sister needs?”
“Ew, don’t say it like that you freak..”
Ivan huffs and leans his head back groaning dramatically at her response.
She sighs and looks at him, her face now serious, “Have you heard from Till recently?”
Ivan pauses and sits up, blinking and shakes his head, “Last time I heard from him was on Monday. He mentioned something about visiting his mom this Friday in the hospital, but that’s about it.”
Sua nods and hums, “Mizi said the same thing. She also mentioned something about him wanting some space to himself… You know how it is, Ivan.”
Ivan sighs as he looks down, his eyes sharp with worry and Sua runs her fingers through his jet-black hair.
“I know you still love him and that you two broke up because of the whole situation and that he has moved on, but you have to understand¬¬-”
He cuts her off, “I do understand, Sua. I just… I don’t like that he feels as if he can’t depend on me”
“You know it’s not like that, Ivan.” Her voice is filled with concern.
She continues, “You know that he loved you but sometimes time doesn’t always follow through with our plans in life…”
Ivan fiddles with his thumbs. She’s right. He knows she’s right, and the thought of that fills him with anger and resentment towards her, but he knows it’s not her fault. He takes in a deep breath and looks at her with his signature pathetic look,
“Do you think it’s also because I lost his guitar pick that one time?”
Sua looks at him with the look that reads, “don’t be joking right now”. She shakes her head, rubbing his back as she stands up.
“Come on, you big baby..”
He looks at her confused, “Wait, where are you going?”
She pauses and turns her head to look at him, “To go to the corner store to buy snacks and maybe go to that CD shop you always liked ever since we were little. Unless you don’t want to and I’ll just call up Mizi and tell her you didn’t want to go and it’ll just be her and I…” She smirks and walks through the door.
Ivan’s eyes immediately brightens up and sparkles as he smiles and gets up, running after her.
“Whaa, don’t go without me!”
“Lower your voice, also you have to pay me whatever snacks you buy…”
“Alright, deal!”
｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ
“Thank you all once again for joining my show, goodbye now!~”
Luka waves the viewers goodbye as he turns off the stream and sighs as he takes off the mask that’s all hot and leaves the bottom half of his face all steamy and sticky.
He doesn’t like touching himself, the feeling during the process is nice and soothing but the after math of it? Not so much. It leaves him all sweaty and he feels disgusting afterwards, and the process to clean himself up is a pain. He does enjoy the attention he receives though. The fact alone that so many people go to watch him as a way to help them feel pleasure and reach their release is what drives Luka to keep his performances at a nice pace.
It pays him well too, unlike that dumb CD shop he works at. Every day there’s someone who comes in, asks for a vinyl record from a specific genre even though said specific genre is in the section that says that genre’s name and-
His phone rings and speak of the devil, it’s the manager from the shop.
Luka looks down at his phone, rolling his eyes and he picks up, “Hello?”
“Luka! My bro, my guy, my dude, my-”
“Just get to the point, HyunWoo.”
HyunWoo’s voice turns obnoxiously loud for Luka’s liking, “Woah there! Someone is a bit spicy. What crawled up your ass and died?”
Luka remains silent, leaving the man on the other side of the phone to clear his throat as he realizes that it’s a sign that the blonde isn’t really enjoying his presence right now.
“Anyways.. Listen, I need you to-”
“Absolutely not.”
HyunWoo lets out a dramatic groans, “You didn’t even hear what I had to say first!”
Luka pinches the bridge of his nose, his purple tinted tipped fingers cold to the touch that Luka is awfully used to by now.
“You were going to ask me to go clock in to your shift because you want to go catch up on your stupid little soap opera.”
“…How did you know, are you a wizard?”
Luka gets up to put back on his boxers and walks to the kitchen to grab a drink of water.
“Because you always ask me this at exactly 11:30 PM on a Friday night every 2 weeks or so.”
The line becomes quiet and he smirks as he knows that he hit the man’s weak point. HyunWoo sighs and he is heard putting on his jacket due to the shuffling of something heavy.
“Come on Luka, I’ll take you out for a nice hotpot”
“…All on your tab?”
HyunWoo can be heard hissing as he regrets saying what he said, “…All on my tab…”
“Will Hyuna be there?” Luka asks, his voice mimicking that of a child asking for a lollipop from their mother as if they deserve it after doing the bare minimum like setting up the dining room table.
“Oh for fucks sake... Yes. My sister will be there.”
Luka smiles and he laughs softly, “I’ll be there in about 30 minutes”