What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 11: Live Streams- Dorbyn

Summary: Daniel does a live stream every Friday, but Corbyn likes to give him a blowjob on Fridays. He can do both. Right?

Daniel's POV
Viewer 37:
Where's Corbyn?

Viewer 46:
Is Corbyn gonna come on later?

Viewer 10:
I love you

Viewer 61:
Is Corbyn around?

" Where's Corbyn?" His black chair swayed a little, following the slight movements of his body." I... don't know actually." He chuckled, brilliant blue fish swimming through the sea of words, only truly reading a few.

Corbyn giggled softly, nuzzling more into his warmth. Daniel was lying through his teeth.

Viewer 109:
Can you sing a song?

Viewer 497:
Daniel are you gonna play your guitar?

Viewer 781:
Sing a song dani

" Why are you guys always asking me to sing? You know I can't sing," a chuckle rumbled in his throat, fingers threading through blonde bangs.

His palm nuzzled against into his bleached locks, pushing down. His penis slid down Corbyn's throat, smiling around the firm shaft. God, he loved Fridays.

Viewer 25:
Can you get Corbyn?

Viewer 49:
You should follow me

Viewer 33:
Where's bean?

" I-I'm starting to think y-you all like Corbs more than m-e." A quiet purr rumbled in his baby's throat, dick trembling between plush lips. His esophagus snapped shut, thick lashes fluttering helplessly.

Viewer 16:
Are you okay?

Viewer 21:
What's wrong?

Viewer 70:
Did you hit your toe?

Clothed hips rolled forward, stomach tense, willing the rest of his body not to move." I'm fine g-guys. Just a little...", Slick cheeks caved in around him, pinning his cock between fleshy walls. Milky skin grew taut, Corbyn grinning awkwardly. He loved to fluster Daniel, watching his composure melt away with each bob of his head, with every flick of his tongue.

Viewer 69:
I think I know where Corbyn is

Viewer 55:
You don't seem okay

" Fuck," his head fell back, jaw hanging with a moan. He forced Corbyn between his thighs, holding him there.

" Baby, harder~"

Viewer 673:
What the hell is going on?!

Viewer 6867:
Is... is Corbyn giving you head?

Viewer 1038:
Corbs must be pretty good

Ebony wheels turned slowly, Corbyn following chasing afte his partner. Daniel bucked forward, dick throbbing in his hot mouth.

" When did you get so good? I c-can usually hide i-t," his groan rough. Digits tangling with frost-tipped strands, esophagus caressing his swollen tip.

Viewer 4925:
How often is usually?

Viewer 3121:
How many times has this happened?

Viewer 4321:
Is he under the table every stream?

" Prince, I'm close. So close~", Corbyn traced pulsing veins with the very tip of his tongue, collecting salty pre oozing from his slit. Pressing it flush to the underside of his penis after.

Viewer 5674:
This is kinda hot

Viewer 6125:
I never thought I would've seen this

Viewer 9056:
Definitely not what I had in mind, but I'm definitely not complaining

A river of heavy cream flowed down the valley that was his throat. Splashing into his stomach, warming Corbyn to his very core. That thick warmth spreading beneath his skin. Daniel's moan breathy, glazed eyes covered.

A pink snake poked between swollen lips, cleaning them slowly, teasingly. Heavy hoods obscured shadowed oceans, Daniel pulling him close via the drawstrings of his pastel hoodie.

Corbyn straddled him, smiling down at his love.

Their lips meeting was slow, but sure. The older stroking his partner's wet dick gently, the flesh growing taut with each pump.

Daniel's serpent slid into the new territory. Entering a intricate dance with its sole inhabitant, claiming the cave as his own. Corbyn allowed his intruder to explore, dipping in and out of Daniel's slick cavern.

Smooth mounds molded beneath playing fingers, shifting just below tight, thin briefs.

They seperated, ropes of saliva bridging the gap between them, but only for a few seconds.

Both boys rendered breathless. Hot, heavy exhales passed between them, mixing before disappearing. Replaced by the next pant.

Ocean-blue flicked to his stream. A smirk curving his lips, watching hundreds of comments flood in.

" Why don't we give them what they want?"

Corbyn lit up, beaming brightly down to him, a vibrant shimmer to frozen lakes." Really?"

The laugh rumbled deep in the back of his throat, drawing lazy shapes into his ass cheeks.

" Yeah, really. Let's give them a show."

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