90 Day Saioumami Challenge

𝟚𝟘 - Exhibitionism 🥑

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Porn stream.

I hope I've done this prompt right. Apologies if not!

Word count: 1480

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Rantaro noticed a pink blush dusting Kokichi's cheeks, his violet eyes not lifting from the floor. "Hey, you don't have to go through with this if you don't want to," he whispered. The male crawled onto the bed, kneeling over the grey-haired man's lap and caressing his cheek.

"N-No, I want to," Kokichi stuttered. That's how Rantaro knew the other was embarrassed. He never stuttered unless caught off-guard, emotional or embarrassed. "I've just never done this before, it's a little scary."

"You can stop at any time, just say the word," Rantaro smiled. He brushed Kokichi's fringe away and planted a kiss on his forehead, earning a giggle from the smaller. Kokichi nodded, returning a quick kiss on Rantaro's lips.

Their other boyfriend - Shuichi - was overseas for a while and the two decided to put on a show for him. Despite his bashful and meek demeanour, Shuichi had the highest sex drive that Rantaro had ever known. Hell, it didn't even seem human. He knew the bluenette would be suffering without them after a few days, but his trip was for three months. That would be nothing short of agony.

Rantaro eased himself off the bed and stepped toward the camera situated upon a tripod. Starting up the stream, he watched his laptop as people had already begun rushing in. "Send Shuichi the link I've sent you."

"Okay!" Kokichi grinned, tapping away on his phone. After no more than ten seconds, Kokichi spoke again. "Woah, he already read it."

"He's probably amongst the two hundred people here," Rantaro chuckled, entering the camera's frame as he crawled onto the bed.

"T-Two hundred?!" Kokichi gasped, eyes widening at the camera. "Well, hi Shumai!~" He regained his composure, grinning so wide that his eyes closed as he waved.

"We wanted to give you a surprise, so here you go!" Rantaro smiled at the camera, hoping that Shuichi was watching. Otherwise, this would be a little embarrassing. He grabbed Kokichi's chin and pulled him closer. Their lips moulded together, almost as if they were made for each other. He'd be lying if Rantaro said the thought didn't excite him.

Rantaro made quick work of his hands, stripping the smaller man as their kiss grew careless. He ran his tongue along Kokichi's lower lip, smirking as the other opened his mouth. Their tongues fought with the greenette easily gaining dominance. His tongue occasionally brushed across Kokichi's teeth, their saliva mixing and sticking to their lips. They soon broke the kiss, panting and stripping their shirts.

Pushing Kokichi onto his back, Rantaro attached his lips to the other's neck. His purple-tipped hair tickled his face, but Rantaro ignored it as he nipped at Kokichi's skin. His hand placed on the man's stomach, sliding upward and pinching at one of the smaller's nipples. Kokichi's breath hitched as he whined, weaving his fingers into Rantaro's hair.

The two had agreed that they would take this slow and steady. Rantaro didn't want Kokichi to become overwhelmed by the stream. If he did, they had a safeword that either man could use and they would stop immediately. Their safety was a priority over pleasing any stranger who wanted to use their intimacy to masturbate. Plus, anyone could just open a new stream. Neither man gave a shit about a horny outsider.

Grabbing a bottle of lube that had been placed nearby, Rantaro poured the cold, slippery gel onto his fingers. Dropping the bottle onto the bed, he slipped his clean hand underneath Kokichi's left leg. Pushing it to the side and closer to his body, Kokichi picked up on what he was doing and repeated it with his other leg.