IT'S JUST ACTING (BrightWin AU)

Part IV

Win was on his bed, laptop on his legs as he typed away an essay for an assignment from one of his college professors. He longed for Bright, longed to see the striking and alluring male. Win was sexually frustrated more than he had been in his entire life. He did have the said male's number, but to hell with him texting or calling, he knew he would be too much of a mess to form any words.

Two days have passed by since their first recording session and like what Off told them, he's practicing his lines at home. He glanced at his script every now and then, practicing slightly before images of Bright's member sliding in and out of him from the script entered his head. No! Stop thinking about it.

Suddenly, his phone rang which broke him out of concentration. He moved his laptop as he rolled his eyes thinking it was Tay, but was surprised when he saw the illuminated name on the screen.

Bright Vachirawit.

He panicked, not knowing what to do. He let it rang for a couple of second and then he willed up all the courage he has to press answer.

"H-hello?" Win said into the phone.

"Hi Win!" Bright's responded, his voice soothed Win.

"What's up?" Win asked calmly, though his heart violently beat in his chest.

"I was wondering if you wanted to practice a scene with me over the phone?" Bright's voice sounded nervous, something that wasn't like the male in their recording session.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. Which one?" Win muttered as he clasped the phone in one hand and the other at the script.

"Scene 3, Episode 4." Bright stated clearly.

Win's eyes scanned the script and bulged out as he sputtered, "O-Oh, the sex scene?"

"I mean, it's practically all of them." Bright chuckled.

"Um...sure." Win gulped and became stiff as his eyes roamed over the lines.

"I'm going to start, 'kay?" Bright's voice became gentle and it hit Win's heart. No feels right now, come on! He thought to himself.

"S-Sensei, that's so good." Bright moaned out, a prolonged mhmm, went straight directly from Win's ear to his groin.

"Akira, please, go slower...I-I can't." Win rasped out from the script.

"Yuki-sensei, ride me." Bright said breathlessly. Win bit his lips as his heart thrummed in his ears, blood rushing.

Somehow, his hand slowly made its way down his pants, grazing his nipples beforehand. Rushed moans left his lips as he said his line, "O-Oh, god you're so deep in me, Akira."

"Fuck." Bright hissed through the phone.

The feverish heat of desire swallowed Win as his fingers tiptoed across his sweatpants, putting light pressure before he finally palmed his erection. The pleasure sending electrical shocks through his body. He jerked into his own touch, moaning for real this time, "Akira, ahhh...please."

Harsh laborious breathing and light groans came from Bright, "Please what? Tell me what you want, Sensei."

Win whimpered slightly as he took out his leaking cock, the skin on skin contact burning him. He pressed down on the slit of his cock with precum already formed, "F-Fuck me harder."

"So, naughty, Yuki-sensei." Bright growled.

"J-Just for you." Win responded as his head lolled back, eye fluttering from the sensation of fucking into his own pulsating cock. He slowed down slightly, opting for shallow pumps to last longer.

"You're swallowing me up, fuck." Bright hissed, breathing hard.

Win moaned back in appreciation as he imagined his scene with Bright pummeling into him with no mercy. Win's ass abused from the latter's long and thick cock.

He momentarily remembered his lines and slurred them into the phone, "Harder...mhmm...faster."

His hand moved quickly, rapid slick thrusts onto his hard cock, sharps gasps left his red heart shaped lips, thinking of how Bright would ravish him. His heart pounded even harder in his ears as he kept touching himself dirtily.

The scene was about to end and Win was very close to his climax. Moans left his mouth while his wrist moved in a hurried pace.

"A-Akira- I'm gonna come, please come inside!" Win panted hard. Then all of a sudden, the white claimed his vision as the heat coiled and rippled through him in intense waves. Ropes of the white cum landed on his stomach, muscles tightening and jerking. it was vividly pleasurable and it satisfied Win.

He opened his eyes and slowly came down from his high only to realize...

He masturbated.

From Bright's voice.

While on the phone.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

"Win, you there?" Bright called out when he noticed Win's unusual silence.

"U-Uh yeah. That was uh...great. Look umm...Bright, I gotta go now. My friend is coming to my place." Win said as he made up a random excuse.

"O-Oh, okay." Bright's voice sounded dejected, and Win felt bad. He needed to straighten his wired mind filled with his post orgasm that was still there.

Win hit the end bottom, grabbed a pillow, and screamed furiously in it, "I can't believe I did that! Oh, my fucking god! He probably heard me jacking off!" and more screams left his mouth.

He hoped Bright wouldn't call him ever again for another practice session, or for anything for that matter.

He couldn't face the male now, or tomorrow, or ever.

Bright had him wrapped around his pinky finger, and now Win was doomed for next week's recording session.

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A/N: Well... how was it? Was it "smutty" enough? 😅

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