Seungcheol curls his toes, his laptop perched on his thighs and this close to whining—he hasn't gotten a new one in five years and it shows, the hinges barely making it each time he opens the fucking thing—but it's a good thing the site's not lagging. He sets the laptop down on the bed then stands up, making sure his stomach and thighs are visible on camera, then plays with the waistband of his underwear. "Do you want to see me?" he asks as he tugs his underwear down, exposing a tuft of hair, before pulling it back up.
Don't be a tease, darling, someone admonishes him from the chat box.
I'm excited to see you, another one says, and he's added a little smiley face next to it, maybe to make his tone seem less menacing. It works somehow—Seungcheol's smiling with his bottom lip caught between his teeth; user churchoppa gives off that vibe that says he should be tucking Seungcheol in bed instead of fucking him into it.
Seungcheol lowers his underwear down to his ankles then kicks them off. He makes his way to the bed and settles on top of it, placing the laptop by the foot of the bed. "How do you want me today?" he asks.
On your knees, someone suggests.
Lie down, another says.
I want to see your cute hole, user churchoppa tells him, so Seungcheol does just that—he fluffs up a pillow against the wall to place his back on first before lying on the bed with his feet spread wide apart, his entrance bared to the screen. User churchoppa types, Yes, just like that. You're so cute. Seungcheol feels pleased with himself, tugs on his cock lightly to the comments of approval filling up the chat box.
He reaches for the lube on his bedside table and slicks up his hands, returning his attention to stroking his cock lightly before asking, "Should I finger myself?" The hand not on his dick is already tracing circles around his entrance.
I want to finger you myself, they all seem to say. Seungcheol lets out a pout at the screen.
"I want your fingers, too," Seungcheol whines. "It's not the same if it's just me." He lets a finger into himself, sighs a tiny 'ah' that seems to echo in the empty room, and tightens his grip on his cock by a fraction. Once he's gone inside as far as he could without his wrist hurting, just a bit before the knuckle, he begins to fuck himself, pulling out until only the tip of his finger is left inside, then slowly pushing back in. "I want to take it slow today," he says by way of apology. "I really miss you and it's been so long."
Take your time, baby.
He inserts another finger, hissing at the stretch he feels as his core tightens up at the intrusion, and lets himself get used to it, face relaxing after a while so he can say, "Tell me about your day." They eagerly talk about their bad time at work and how their bosses are shit. Some even complain about their wives. (User churchoppa is radio silent, probably too busy playing with himself as he watches Seungcheol on screen.) "You can forget all that with me, right?" he tells them. Not that he really cares, but the long-distance boyfriend experience gets him views, and the shower afterwards feels a little more satisfying for it. Of course, they tell him. You make me happy.
There's precome beading up on the slit of his cock. He rubs his thumb over it and spreads it all over the head, letting out a shaky moan at the contact. They tell him he's the best, he's the only one they'll watch. Seungcheol pulls out his fingers so he can add more lube to both his hands, the sounds of him stroking his cock getting wetter and slicker, hopefully audible even with the volume turned low. He introduces a third finger, groaning at the stretch he's beginning to feel from the tips of his fingers alone.
Look how pretty you are, user churchoppa tells him. Seungcheol preens.
I want to fuck you like this, everyone says.
