Kim Myungsoo was famous.
Famous for the things he do in bed, for the things he do on camera, for his facial expressions and his voice and his oh so sexy body.
Now, if one was innocent and pure one would have never heard of Kim Myungsoo.
But if one was like Sungyeol, sitting in front of his computer every other day, hands stuffed under his unzipped pants and his forehead dotted with beads of sweat and sweet curses blasting out of his mouth, one would light up and tense all in one at the mention of Kim Myungsoo.
He was famous in the porn world alright.
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Sungyeol lets out a sharp breath, his hand moving faster and faster and then slowing down, waiting for the right moment. His hair is damp, his body smells of soap and sweat and his eyes fogged, staring at the screen in front of him.
"Oh sweet Jesus," He whispers, his hips thrusting up involuntarily and he pumps his cock in his hands with each thrust. His other hand plays with his body, sometimes rolling his thumb over his nipples and pulling at his hair (he liked his hair pulled). The room stinks of Sungyeol and fills with echoes of moans and Myungsoo-ah's and Oh, my God I'm going to come.
Sungyeol closes his eyes and he sees flashes of white behind his eyelids, like he was visiting heaven for a second before he reopens them to a panting Myungsoo on the screen and a pool of white on his stomach. He breathes, heavily, trying to get over his climax but his cock is still hard, so he clicks on another link and Kim Myungsoo fills up the screen again.
And that's when the computer decides to quit and freeze on the frame with Myungsoo lying on the bed naked.
Sungyeol is mad, but there's nothing he could really do. He's not a computer geek or anything so he just slaps the screen and slaps the tower and slaps everything but nothing seems to be working so he puts on his pants over his half hard dick and decides to call his brother for help.
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His brother raises his eyebrows at him when Sungyeol opens the door.
"Why didn't you just come down to my shop?"
"Because." Sungyeol mumbles, pulling his shirt down in attempt to hide his crotch underneath it.
He raises an eyebrow at him again.
"Just do your job, please."
After a while of metal clanking and wire connecting, Sungyeol's brother decides to give him a word of advice.
"Stop watching so much porn."
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The second time the computer froze was, thank God (or not; depends on how it's looked at), when he was typing up an essay for his high school classes. He worked for four hours on one page, trying to make it as perfect and as professional-sounding as it could be and he's not about to let that four hours go waste because his stupid porn-filled computer decides to give up on life. So he took the damn thing down to his brother.
"I told you not to watch porn."
"Shut up, I was writing my essay."
"The reason why your computer keeps dying is because you keep watching all that porn, Yeol."
"Please be quiet."
"It's your porn stack's fault."
"I will strangle yo -" Sungyeol stops as he hears a chuckle behind him, his eyes widen at the familiar sound and pitch. It was so familiar but Sungyeol couldn't grasp who, and it wasn't until he turns around that he realizes and leans against the counter in shock, his jaws falling loose and his hands gripping the edge of the counter tight.
