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Out of all the things Ryunosuke had to do for a job, being a cameraman for a porn agency was one of the last things on his mind to get his pay. Yet again, there were odder jobs he’s done, so it wasn’t that bad. If he were to compare it to the things he’d been into, then being one right now was in the category of “unusual, but more normal than whatever he saw on the internet.” He wasn’t a qualified cameraman — hell, he didn’t take a videography course, but considering what he’s filming, he presumed that experience wasn’t as vital as it was on a blockbuster movie film set. The more he thought about how he ended up here, the more his head hurt.
It all started with Sholmes (because of course, it did) talking about how an acquaintance of his needed some help filming something. Just like most of the friendships Ryunosuke stumbled upon, he met him through a job — something about needing to test out a hypothesis. Ryunosuke couldn’t remember the details, but somehow, after he completed his task, Sholmes decided it would be wise of him to insert himself into his life. While he gets Ryunosuke wound up in many situations, he had to admit that the jobs Ryunosuke took up varied ever since.
Ryunosuke just had to wonder what sort of crowd… or crowds Sholmes frequented to immediately refer to him after knowing a problem a so-called acquaintance has. This was another one of those instances, but this time, it stuck to Ryunosuke for aspects other than what the job was. Sholmes didn’t specify what he’d be filming, exactly, but the figure took Ryunosuke aback to the point he forgot to ask him for more information, too stunned at what he heard.
“You’re saying how much?” Ryunosuke sat up in his bed. It was around late afternoon when the sleepiness from his system got kicked out of him from hearing that number alone.
“That’s correct, my dear fellow.” Ryunosuke could practically hear his smirk from the other end of the line. “They’re still looking for someone until Monday, I believe. So far, none of the people who applied caught their eye yet.”
“… It’s not… dangerous, is it?”
At this, Sholmes’ boisterous laughter practically blasted Ryunosuke’s eardrums off. Ryunosuke pulled his phone away. “No, no! Nonsense! Why would I be bringing it up to you if it’s of that nature?”
Sure. Ryunosuke thought. Other than consuming dubious looking liquids, he supposed it wouldn’t be that bad — he’d been through worse. “Well, what’re the details, then?”
“That’s what I’m about to tell you right now. Do think it over. I hear the position is quite a catch.”
What could the job be about if, out of all people, Sholmes claimed that? A food show where the cameraman gets to eat the dishes after filming? “Well, I’ll think about it.”
“Excellent! Now, I shall take my leave. Duty calls, so to say. Good luck, my dear fellow.”
And with that, Sholmes hung up. Before long, Ryunosuke’s phone pinged to, just like he expected, more details regarding the offer Sholmes brought up. Ryunosuke tapped the notification and once he saw the link’s heading, he sputtered. There, it mentioned a site he was all too familiar with — he had frequented it during late nights, after all. For him to get a link to it from Sholmes out of all people felt like a bucket of cold water tumbled its way onto him. Ryunosuke was thankful it wasn’t a video because that would be outrageous, but still. With shaky hands, he typed a reply to Sholmes’ message.
?????
Why did it mention an adult website??
Am I reading that right?
certainly!
A GIF of a nodding dog came into view.
What is this
?
Sholmes?
😊
Sholmes, you’re scaring me
Another GIF came into view, this time, it was a cat doing a thumbs up with an expression that was too enthusiastic for Ryunosuke’s liking. Maybe that was Sholmes’ way of telling Ryunosuke to click the link itself — most of his questions would surely get answered that way. Yet again, Ryunosuke couldn’t help but feel cautious once he knew that website was involved. Sholmes bluffed on a lot of things, but Ryunosuke knew that the one thing he could trust him on was a job’s safety.
So far, at least.
Though, Ryunosuke could always say no to this. It wasn’t as if he already applied, didn’t he? Taking a deep breath, Ryunosuke then clicked the link, leading him to a page detailing more of what the job entailed. On it, it said something along the lines of, just like what Sholmes mentioned, finding a cameraman for a certain project — about filming product demos for a new product line in collaboration with another company.
Did that mean what he thought it meant? Ryunosuke curled up on himself. No wonder it was a position most people are vying for. But, he supposed that the reality of things on that type of film set probably won’t be too appealing. Expectations tend to ruin experiences, after all. Pushing down the blooming thoughts of “what-ifs” in his mind, Ryunosuke continued to read.
The bar the applicants needed to meet to be considered for the job was surprisingly low; a person who knew how to operate a basic handheld camera. If that’s the case, then why did the company reject so many applicants? Surely anyone would be fine. Ryunosuke furrowed his brows at the thought. If he just had to film someone using a couple of their products and that’s all, then maybe…
Ryunosuke clicked the link that redirected him to the applicant form. It would be a waste to let all that money go, anyway. And so, that afternoon, Ryunosuke started filling the form. Some questions listed in it were… suspicious, to say the least. Or perhaps strange was the better term. Either way, Ryunosuke had to tick some boxes regarding his stamina skills and write a mini-essay about his philosophy in bed. At some point, he had to pause to verify all the links and the job offer itself, but even then, all results say that: yes, this was indeed a job offer and yes, they’re asking him that.
To get that type of character survey in a job listing that said they only wanted a cameraman took Ryunosuke aback, but despite it all, he pushed on and eventually, completed the form after a couple of days. It was late at night when Ryunosuke sent his application, letting out a sigh once he clicked the button that did so, slumping into his chair. All that he needed to do now was wait, he supposed. Ryunosuke put his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling, trying not to fret about his results too much. More offers waited for him, in the end.
Ryunosuke checked the clock, tiredness sinking in once he realized that he’d been sitting on his chair since god knows when. He got up, pacing for a bit before deciding that it would be time to retire for the night. After shutting down his PC, he then made his way to his bed, tossing and turning for a bit before he found a comfortable position. And, as he lay there, he went over his thoughts; about the meals he had, the amusing posts he shared and, of course the application he just finished.
Now that Ryunosuke thought about it, since the company just looked for cameramen, did that mean they had people who’d test the products for them? Ryunosuke furrowed his brows. No, not tonight… Maybe. Yet again, he couldn’t help but be curious. Were they already employees? Ryunosuke tried to remember the details of the job listing, but he couldn’t remember anything of the sort being mentioned.
If they were to do product demos for marketing, then… What sort of person would fit the bill? Someone who had experience being filmed in those situations — a camperson, Ryunosuke thought. If Ryunosuke ever got accepted, then he hoped he wouldn’t cause any trouble for them because of physiological reasons. It was normal to get that way in that type of film set, wasn’t it? But, then again, it was distracting, in one way or another. Ryunosuke let out a sigh as he rolled onto his back. He’ll think more about that tomorrow. Or rather, once he got accepted. With that, Ryunosuke’s world slowly dimmed as he succumbed to tiredness.
The acceptance email came surprisingly early in Ryunosuke’s inbox, being a handful of days after the deadline had passed along with his submission. In the email, it detailed a date and time along with an address he had to go to for a quick orientation on what he needed to do for it; the office building where the company was situated — strikingly, no interview. As time went on, the date where Ryunosuke got to know his new employer drew nearer until eventually, Ryunosuke found himself in front of said office building.
Once he thanked the cab driver on his way out, Ryunosuke paused to straighten his suit. The email didn’t say that he had to wear formal wear, but it felt fitting to him, even if he was just a cameraman, in the end. He looked up, needing to take a step back to examine the building in full with its height, just like any other office. Anyone none the wiser would think that Ryunosuke was your average desk job newbie. Before he stepped into the building however, Ryunosuke made it a point to take out his phone to double check which floor he needed to be at.
The third floor, room B.
Nodding to himself, he then made his way into the building. The interior smelled like he expected it to seem like: instant coffee and hints of sterile bleach. Even if he was technically an employee, he didn’t want to give the front desk lady the wrong impression, especially since he was new there. Thankfully, she wasn’t too busy. And so, Ryunosuke made his way to where she was at and…
“Mr. Naruhodo, if I’m correct?” The front desk lady said before Ryunosuke could even introduce himself.
“O-oh! Yes, that’s me.”
“No need for introductions. You’re one of us now, aren’t you?”
“I suppose so, yes…” When did word spread so fast in cubicles? Workplace gossip really was astounding. “It’s just that I was taken aback at how quickly you found out.”
“That’s because you’re the topic of this month’s talk, my dear fellow!”
Ryunosuke whirred his head to that… familiar voice. Maybe it was a hallucination he conjured up, but from the way the front desk lady also looked at him, the reality of it all slowly dawned on Ryunosuke: no, he wasn’t seeing things and yes, Herlock Sholmes was there — in the flesh. Taking into account his suit and his ID, one conclusion was only possible. Ryunosuke paled. Could it be all those odd jobs he did were for… this? Ryunosuke would ask him just that, but unfortunately, he was still frozen in shock, mouth agape at whatever the hell he just learned.
“Oh, Mr. Sholmes. I was about to dial you.”
“No need, dear miss. For I always have the sense in me whenever these situations happen.”
It was then that Ryunosuke defrosted. “Sholmes… I mean — Mr. Sholmes. Don’t tell me you’re my…”
“Your new employer? Precisely!” Ryunosuke was a second away from bowing and taking his leave, at both the place and his position before Sholmes put a hand on his shoulder, freezing him in place again. “Now, now, don’t act rash, Mr. Naruhodo. We haven’t gotten to the details yet!” He dragged the shell of Ryunosuke to the elevator. “It would be a waste if you’d just leave, wouldn’t it? And our company was already enjoying you!”
“‘Already?’ Mr. Sholmes, this is my first day.” Ryunosuke watched as Sholmes pressed the button to the third floor, legs already feeling heavy.
“Why, yes. It is indeed.”
“And?”
“And, yes. That’s true.” Ryunosuke didn’t bother to hide his sigh as Sholmes, as usual, found amusement in his tiredness. “Don’t fret just yet, my dear fellow. As I’m sure the answer to that question will find itself to you sooner or later.”
“Yeah… Yeah, okay. Sure,” Ryunosuke managed with the dwindling faith he had. The elevator doors opened and Sholmes dragged him to their location once again. “But, really. Couldn’t you have told me about your… job from the beginning?”
At this, Sholmes paused and looked at him. They were right before the fated room Ryunosuke’s email talked about. “If I did that, the reveal would be less of a surprise, wouldn’t it?”
Ryunosuke didn’t bother to respond, only letting his face voice out the sheer disappointment for him instead. It must’ve worked from the way Sholmes laughed once again.
“Oh, don’t give me that look, Mr. Naruhodo! You know my puckish spirit calls to me!”
“Sometimes I wish it didn’t call you as often as it did…” Maybe there’d be a day where Ryunosuke would really get cardiac arrest because of him. No wonder he had to fix so many broken beds for him. Thankfully, Sholmes managed to open the door despite his fit of laughter, freeing Ryunosuke of his antics.
For now, at least.
It was as if that once Sholmes did that, the fatigue plaguing Ryunosuke seemed to vanish; the scent of lemon freshener lightening his mood. The space before him looked like your average meeting room with its fluorescent lights and comfortable looking sofas — the only difference was that on the coffee table, there was some filming equipment along with some… phallic products. Ryunosuke’s face warmed at the sight. Right. He was gonna film that type of video. Ryunosuke averted his gaze but before he could truly relax, he noticed something — or rather, two people and at that, the door shut behind him.
Ryunosuke tensed as Sholmes made his way to the people just a couple ways from the door. Ryunosuke hadn’t noticed them before (especially because of the table), but now that he did, he couldn’t help but wonder just who they were, exactly? One of them looked at the city below — someone with short black hair — while the other lounged on the couch with his phone. The couch person struck him the most, with his striking hair color and the strange… aura he was giving off; as if the air surrounding him was telling Ryunosuke to back off even if he didn’t look up from his task. The same thing could be said about the black-haired person.
Were they his co-workers for this job? It seemed like the lemon scent didn’t last too long with its therapeutic effect, after all. Ryunosuke fumbled with his hands, seemingly frozen on where he stood — the spot nearest to the exit, of course.
“Good afternoon, my dear fellows!”
“… Mr. Sholmes,” the one near the window turned around and Ryunosuke felt like fainting then and there. Commanding and self-assured — those were the words Ryunosuke would use to describe him from just the way he held himself. “And…? Oh, the cameraman, if I’m correct.”
“Y-yes! Ryunosuke Naruhodo, at your service!” Ryunosuke straightened his posture, the acknowledgement snapping him back to reality. Even if the two just met today, he couldn’t help but feel like he’d seen him somewhere before, which was strange considering that beautiful people make an impression on him easily. He wracked his mind, searching for the reason he felt that way, but before Ryunosuke could dig deep enough, Sholmes’ voice was suddenly too close to him.
“Now, don’t just stand there, Mr. Naruhodo.” Sholmes dragged Ryunosuke to the couch. “Come on, take a seat.” He gestured towards the space in front of the other intimidating man and practically forced Ryunosuke down to sit beside him.
“Kazuma Asogi.” The window person — or rather, Asogi — said as he made his way to the couch, holding out his hand for Ryunosuke. “I’m pleased to be working with you, Mr. Naruhodo,” he smiled and Ryunosuke had to fight himself to not stare, let alone let his gaze drift lower than where Asogi’s chin was.
“Oh! Yes, nice to meet you. I could say the same thing.” Ryunosuke nodded as he wiped his palm on his pant leg before accepting Asogi’s hand, even if he didn’t know what Asogi’s exact role was for this job. Once Ryunosuke clasped Asogi’s hand, his eyes widened at the firmness of Asogi’s grip, but most importantly, the softness of his hands. If Asogi were to keep this up, all that sweat Ryunosuke wiped off would come back.
Thankfully, Asogi let go once Ryunosuke started fretting about that thought, taking a seat right beside the purple-haired person. At this, Ryunosuke’s gaze drifted to him, tensing to see that he had been gazing at him too, suddenly too aware of the juxtaposition between their attires. While the two men in front of him were modestly dressed, they didn’t bring out a whole two-piece suit unlike Ryunosuke.
“Mr. Naruhodo.” The stranger nodded and offered his hand as well. “Barok van Zieks. A pleasure to become your acquaintance.” And there it was again: the strange sense of familiarity Ryunosuke felt with Asogi. Really, what was happening over here?
“Yes, um… Sir,” Ryunosuke said, half-dazed when Barok shook his hand. It must be the sheer presence he brought to the table along with the faint scent of his cologne. Barok seemed… expensive, in a way, even if Ryunosuke didn’t know the exact figures he was making. They say rich people have a certain air about them and maybe Ryunosuke was feeling it for the first time. Just like Asogi’s, Barok’s hand felt tender to the touch. Firmness was a pattern with the two of them, Ryunosuke noted. Even if Ryunosuke couldn’t see the parts of their bodies where their muscles would be visible, he could tell that both of them worked out from the silhouette of their figures alone.
Eventually, Barok pulled away and knowing that was (probably) the last handshake Ryunosuke would do for the day, as if on cue, all the sweat he wiped off on his palm before came rushing back.
“Now that we know everyone’s names here, shall we get to the nitty gritty?” Sholmes spoke up. Ryunosuke had almost forgotten he’d been sitting next to him the entire time with the sheer dazzling effect Barok and Asogi had on him. He supposed that he’s their boss now, despite his regular demeanor.
“Certainly,” Barok nodded and Asogi did the same.
At this, Sholmes clasped his hands together. “As I’m sure all of you are aware, you’re here today as employers of our company’s current project,” he said. “Mr. Naruhodo as the cameraman and you two as the subjects of the product reviews; a perfect collab with our subsidiary company!”
Subsidiary company… Subsidiary… Now that Ryunosuke thought about it, another site he frequented also linked back to the adult product site, saying something along the lines of that. Rather than products however, it was videos. Ryunosuke furrowed his brow.
“With Mr. van Zieks and Mr. Asogi’s experience behind the camera, I’m sure everything will go smoothly, wouldn’t you say, men?”
Huh. That made sense. But, didn’t that also mean that…
Something clicked in Ryunosuke’s mind and he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
“As smoothly as it would go… With him, at least,” Asogi smiled at Ryunosuke and a plethora of questions rushed within him. What did he mean by that, exactly? But, before Ryunosuke could ask them, Barok had spoken up.
“Certainly. I’m astounded at your… skill set at times, Mr. Sholmes,” Barok said. “No, rather than skills, you’re unfortunately unrelenting. But, I suppose the situation would work itself out knowing we were involved in the recruitment process.”
Involved? Ryunosuke darted his eyes to Sholmes who seemed chipper as ever, even whistling a tune.
“I’m glad we chose you, Mr. Naruhodo,” Asogi said.
“Indeed.”
What was going on?
The rest of the meeting went as orientations typically go — with Sholmes further explaining what Ryunosuke needed to do, how to operate the camera used using the one on the table as a demo along with giving the three of them their filming schedule. Unfortunately, the implications of what Asogi and Barok said to him never left Ryunosuke’s mind, leaving him in a constant state of muddled confusion for the rest of the time he was there. If Asogi and Barok were involved in the cameraman recruitment process, why did they reject so many applicants and why, out of all people, did they choose him? A cameraman wasn’t as involved in the actual video content, weren’t they?
At first, Ryunosuke thought it might be something out of embarrassment, but then again, both of them were experienced in the field, so why would they be picky with who’s watching them?
“And so, I believe that covers all the bases,” Sholmes said and put a product back down on the table. “Thank you for giving us your time today, my dear fellows.” For a supposed short demo on how to use the new line they developed, it took longer than expected. Or maybe that was Ryunosuke’s sense of time lying to him again, too aware of how warm his face was and the fact that Barok and Asogi would be the ones showing said items; needing to make eye contact with the floor for the sake of his own sanity.
“It’s no problem at all, Mr. Sholmes,” Asogi said. “Now, Mr. Naruhodo, wasn’t it?” He turned to Ryunosuke and brought out his phone.
“Y-yes! That’s me!”
“Shall we exchange contacts?”
“That almost slipped out of my mind. Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Asogi,” Barok nodded.
That’s right — they needed to know where the other was at in some way or another. With a nod, Ryunosuke then pulled up his phone to do just that and with a ping, both Barok and Asogi’s contact was within his reach.
“I can’t stress enough how much I’m looking forward to you, Mr. Naruhodo. Really.” Asogi smiled and Barok simply nodded; a man with few words.
“O-oh! Um… Me too?” Ryunosuke stammered out, taken aback by both Asogi’s words and the look in his eyes. Somehow, he felt as if Asogi wasn’t just looking at him, but trying to map out every feature Ryunosuke had with his gaze alone. Maybe Asogi was just like this with everyone he meets, but the amount of flattery Ryunosuke got from him and Barok made him wonder what exactly they were expecting with him.
Surely he just had to film, and that was that, wasn’t it? Ryunosuke was sure they both had plenty of experience with cameramen before — he knew because now that the pieces clicked, he remembered seeing both of them on a rather… promiscuous thumbnail before. He didn’t mind the sweet talk, but it confused him. Though, it could also be a practice in the adult industry that Ryunosuke didn’t know about, like wishing someone to break a leg in theater, but it was the actors being really enthusiastic with the filmer; a subliminal message of some kind for Ryunosuke to get their good angles. Maybe.
It was strange, but with Asogi and Barok eyeing Ryunosuke like that, perhaps they were looking forward to something after all. Ryunosuke had always been the late one in piecing things together. For now, all he had to do was wait until their first shoot came. Maybe then everything would make sense.
“Oh, and one last thing,” Sholmes said and went through his pockets, fishing out three cards. “You’ll need these for the shoots, so don’t lose them, okay?” He gave each of them a card, Ryunosuke taking his time to examine it.
From the design and the way the establishment was named, Ryunosuke deduced it was for a love hotel of some kind. His heart tripped a little and averted his eyes to check Barok and Asogi’s reaction, both of them unfazed. Well, it made sense, really, but still. Ryunosuke felt as if he weren’t a match for these two after all despite their onslaught of seemingly baseless compliments. A week from now, Ryunosuke had to steel every one of his nerves — to make things easier for Barok and Asogi. It was a professional setting, Ryunosuke reminded himself — a professional one.
Late at night, Ryunosuke got added to a group chat with Barok and Asogi.
Asogi:
good evening!
Hello :)
Barok:
Hello.
If I’m correct, our first shoot starts from a week now, right?
Barok:
That’s correct.
The cards Mr. Sholmes gave us earlier are for the film location.
So it’s really a love hotel room?
Asogi:
yeah
dont be intimidated though lol
this project is strange on all fronts for us
How exactly?
Asogi:
hmmm
🤔
i’ll explain it to you later
when you film me ;)
Barok:
Don’t be like that.
Did he not have enough surprises for today?
Asogi:
lol i was just kidding
Ryunosuke watched as Barok’s chat bubble lingered, coming and going until finally, he replied.
Barok:
I feel as if it’s best for this conversation to take place somewhere other than here.
I apologize for keeping you in suspense once again, Mr. Naruhodo.
It’s fine :)
You’ll explain it to me next week riht?
*right
Barok:
Yes.
My advice is that you should try to quell your reaction.
That was… ominous. But, thankfully, in text, Ryunosuke could easily hide his panic.
Okay!
Asogi:
& you say that he’s had enough of surprises
dear me, mr. naruhodo
Barok’s chat bubbled lingered once again, only for him to reply with:
Barok:
It’s time for me to retire to bed.
Pay no mind to Mr. Asogi’s words.
Goodnight, Mr. Naruhodo.
And Mr. Asogi.
Goodnight Mr. van Zieks :)
Asogi:
night ⭐️
Eventually, Ryunosuke’s first shoot came, involving Barok. Thankfully, the filming location wasn’t too far off from where Ryunosuke lived, so the commute wasn’t as disastrous as it was. The filming also took place in an afternoon, letting him avoid the morning rush as well, which he was especially thankful for. Just like what Barok told him, the set was, indeed, a room at a love hotel instead of the professional film set Ryunosuke expected it to be at before the orientation. Then again, just like Asogi worded it, the project was different. After doing a background check, it seemed like this was the first time Barok and Asogi would be filmed like this; the rest of their past content being in sets with good lighting and so forth.
It seemed that after knowing that they were all in the dark in some way or another, Ryunosuke’s doubts quelled. He needed to have faith. And today, once he stepped in the room reserved for filming, he was sure he’d have the whole picture, even if his nerves stood on end when he went into the hotel’s elevator. With a tremor he couldn’t help, Ryunosuke pressed the button that led him to his floor, the whirring as it went up. It would be fine. Someone there would lead him, either way, right? He fumbled with his keycard, staring holes into the thin plastic as if he were trying to tattoo every detail it had into his mind — anything to distract from the slight nausea that crawled up him as the elevator moved.
Ryunosuke looked up and turned to his side, tensing at the sight of his tired reflection. Urk. No, that wouldn’t do. He needed to take a deep breath instead. That always worked whenever he was experiencing something like this. Ryunosuke closed his eyes and did just that, trying to let go of his fears in the same way he breathed out. Anything could happen, really. But, Ryunosuke lived for so long and experienced the same first-day nerves ten times and over, and every time the day ended, he would still be in one piece. Surely, the same thing would happen today, right?
Right?
The elevator dinged and its doors opened, pulling back Ryunosuke from wherever he went in his mind. There was no time to waste. With newfound determination, Ryunosuke stepped outside and made his way to the room, just a few steps away from the elevator itself. He’d sent a text to Barok notifying him he’d be coming soon, but just to be courteous, he knocked.
“This is Mr. Naruhodo.”
“Come in,” Barok’s muffled voice said from inside.
At this, Ryunosuke put his card on the card reader and just like that, the light on it went green, but before he could do anything, he paused, taking another deep breath and wiping the sweat off his hand. It seemed that he’d been doing that more often than ever since he’d gotten the job; a new tradition to ease his nerves, maybe? With a clearer mind and better composure, Ryunosuke then put his hand on the handle and pushed the door open.
Inside, there were a couple of studio lights faced towards the bed along with a camera on a stand on its foot. The space had been cleared out to fit more filming equipment along with cosmetic products; a long table with a handful of adult products to the side where a duvet would normally be. Ryunosuke scanned the room, anticipating for more employees to come out of the shadows, but to his surprise, it was just Barok and him, still drying his hair with a towel in nothing but a bathrobe.
“Oh! Good afternoon, sir,” Ryunosuke straightened and desperately tried to keep eye contact as Barok made his way to him. But, with their height difference, Ryunosuke couldn’t help but notice it first — Barok’s chest was practically jutting out of the bathrobe’s slit. Ryunosuke cleared his throat and peeled his eyes away, preferring to stare at the space just to the side of Barok.
As Barok stepped closer, the faint scent of soap wafted to Ryunosuke. He could tell it wasn’t the one provided by the hotel by the more subtle scents underlying the overall fragrance; like it was just Barok’s natural musk instead of something artificial. They must be early. But, no… Last time Ryunosuke checked, it had to be an hour before the shooting itself. And Barok even showered beforehand.
“Barok is fine. It would be… easier to drop the formalities,” Barok said and put the towel around his neck. “You came on just at the right time.”
“… Really?” Ryunosuke scanned the room again, trying to make sense of the lack of people. “But, haven’t I kept you waiting since you’re… like that?”
“We left our residences at roughly the same time. I simply live closer here.”
“Oh, I see.”
Silence.
“… There must be a question in your mind right now. Go on. If I were in your shoes, I’d ask the same thing.”
“… Yes. Yes, you’re right, actually…” Ryunosuke slumped. “Is it normal for the cameraman and the actor to be… alone like this?”
Barok crossed his arms. “Typically? No. However, as I mentioned last week, this project has its special… characteristics, so to say.” He turned to the corner of the room where a loveseat was. “Shall we take a seat?”
Ryunosuke nodded and followed Barok to the seat, the tension he felt before melting a bit once he sunk on the plush material. However, now that Barok was closer to him, he felt as if he needed to monitor himself more.
“I suppose it’s our fault to say the least. We’ve failed to mention the foundation of the project to you, and the job listing didn’t specify what would take place,” Barok said, but before Ryunosuke could say that it was fine, he had already spoken. “To cut things short, you’re involved.”
“Oh. I suppose I am.”
“No, not in that way. Rather, you’d be participating in a shoot.”
“Yes, that’s true — wait, huh?”
“Point of view films,” Barok continued. “The company noticed there was a high demand for that category with the amount of traction they’ve received before. Knowing that Asogi and I are its highest selling stars, they mixed two and two together.”
“So, why did the listing happen?”
Barok paused and averted his gaze. “… I suppose we’re both choosy,” he said and shifted closer to Ryunosuke, brushing his hand over Ryunosuke’s own; warmth. “Logically, we know little to nothing about each other, Ryunosuke. However…” Barok looked up, and it was as if every thought Ryunosuke had about anything other than Barok ceased to exist. He didn’t mean to hold his breath, but Ryunosuke couldn’t help it when Barok was that beautiful and that close to him. “In the case of being intimate with a cameraman such as yourself on a one-to-one basis, I felt as if you could be the one.”
And then, Barok rested his head on the crook of Ryunosuke’s neck; the dampness of his hair, the faint scent of shampoo. “It’s a… massive responsibility — I’m aware of this, but…” he said, “… Would you take care of me today?”
Did Barok know how fast Ryunosuke’s heart was beating? How much he wanted to embrace him then and there, but held himself back either way? Ryunosuke clenched his fists and tried to search for the words in his mind despite the heat of everything and the growing tightness in his pants. “… Yes. Yes, I would gladly do that,” he managed. “Should I… um… Take a shower?”
At this, Barok looked up and Ryunosuke was suddenly too aware of how close Barok was to him; the slight mint on his breath and the heat in his gaze. No wonder he was the company’s top selling actor — Ryunosuke would do anything to get Barok to look at him like that in any way he could, even if he knew he was looking at the camera’s lens or at another actor. It was the juxtaposition between Barok’s formal air and the act he does for a living.
Something selfish in Ryunosuke surged; it was a bit of a shame, really, that he wasn’t the only one who got to see Barok like this. Ryunosuke knew it was bad for a mere cameraman like him to fantasize keeping Barok all to himself — he had work to do and both of them just met, but then again… the delusion called to him. Would he feel this way towards Asogi as well? Ryunosuke thought about it and he surmised that, yes, of course he would because there was something inherently irresistible to both of them, if he could put it to words.
“Very well,” Barok squeezed Ryunosuke’s hand. “I’ll be waiting for you.”
“I — I see. Alright.” Here he was again, stumbling over the simplest of phrases. Ryunosuke felt as if Barok was way out of his league, but here he was, seducing Ryunosuke like it was nothing at all. He wondered if things were different and they had met somewhere else like a bar, would Barok reel him in just like that? Or even pay any mind to him? “I’ll be back soon.” Despite Ryunosuke saying this, he never left his seat, wanting to spend a bit more time feeling Barok’s hand on his. “… But, before I go, I have something to ask you.”
Barok nodded, gaze averted and just like that, he was shy again, making Ryunosuke’s heart stutter.
It was about time.
“Do… Do I have anything to keep in mind while filming? A scenario?”
“No, not anything in particular. I suppose they’re letting us improvise, in a way,” Barok said. “You could stay silent for the entire duration of the film, if you want.”
“Okay. I got it,” Ryunosuke nodded. Point of view films — meaning he had to keep the camera on hand for the entire filming. It sounded… taxing on his arm, but he had to tolerate it — for Barok and Asogi’s sake.
Eventually, the two found themselves on the bed with the studio lights focused on it, Ryunosuke fumbling with the camera as he wracked his brain on the basics on how to operate again. It seemed that the longer he furrowed his brows at the metal, the more obvious it was that he really… really wasn’t qualified. But, thankfully, he remembered somehow, just in time once Barok finished laying down the products he’d be showcasing to the side of the bed. From what Ryunosuke could see, it was a ring of some kind, a vibrator and an onahole. There was also a bottle of lube sitting beside the products.
Ryunosuke swallowed — the sight already looking intense from just a glimpse. He looked up and Barok now sat on the bed, pressing his thighs together as he watched Ryunosuke, waiting for his cue.
“… Are you ready, Barok?” Ryunosuke met his gaze, still trying to decide whether he should look at Barok himself or at the viewfinder in his hand.
Barok paused before giving Ryunosuke a nod. He spread his legs, a hand already lingering to the strip of cloth holding his bathrobe together. Ryunosuke wet his lips. Nothing had even happened and yet Ryunosuke couldn’t help but get worked up already. He wondered if Barok would play with himself like he’d do alone knowing that he’d be showcasing the abilities of a handful of adult products.
“Okay. I’ll start the recording on the count of three.” Ryunosuke settled on the viewfinder in the end — he had to make sure the footage looked good for someone else other than him, of course. He then counted down until finally, all that was left to do was press record. Once Ryunosuke finished counting, Barok undid his bathrobe, revealing more of his skin.
Barok looked at the camera’s lens and from the viewfinder, it looked as if he were gazing at Ryunosuke instead; his gaze liquid heat. Ryunosuke held his breath as he watched Barok trail his hands to his chest, pausing there for just a minute before he grabbed onto his bathrobe, sliding the fabric down, and down until it rested beside his thighs. Barok then stripped off his robe, putting it to the side.
With more of skin showing, Ryunosuke could see that Barok was, indeed, sculpted as he expected him to be from their first meeting; broad shoulders, a taut chest and pink nipples that called to Ryunosuke to just lean down and suck. But, as always, he held himself back — tolerated the growing tightness in his pants as Barok fondled his own chest, looking down to squeeze his pecs together hard enough to tease a future viewer and Ryunosuke at the sight of them pressed together like that.
And then, Barok splayed his legs wider to reveal that… he wore nothing at all beneath the robe. Ryunosuke hoped the camera didn’t pick up the shuddered breath he let out — or at least, the sound was soft enough for someone else to ignore. At this, Barok shifted further onto the bed where he could put his legs up on the mattress and display his growing length and hole where a toy sat in him.
Did Barok have that the entire time Ryunosuke talked to him? Waiting for the right moment where filming started so he could catch him off guard just like that? The more Ryunosuke stood there, the more he wanted to unzip his pants to let loose any kind of tension. If he were to keep this until the last product Barok showed, he hoped his camerawork wouldn’t be too shaky and his presence would be tolerable. Just like Barok said, Ryunosuke would take part in the shoot. For him to keep that act up the entire time until their last day together… Was it really possible for someone like him?
As Ryunosuke thought of this, Barok moved his free hand to the side of the bed where the products sat, his other sitting atop the plug’s base. From there, he grabbed the ring Ryunosuke saw from earlier, unclasped it and put it around the base of his cock, a shiver wracking through Barok once the product kissed his skin. It was amazing how even then, with Ryunosuke doing nothing but hold the camera, Barok managed to not curl up in himself out of that shyness Ryunosuke got a glimpse of when he talked to him before this.
Ryunosuke knew that acting as if he wasn’t there especially because of the obvious signs that Barok was being on display took a lot of skill on Barok’s end. Tolerance for being in the industry, perhaps? Either way, Ryunosuke knew Barok would push on until the filming was done — it was the sense of boldness he saw when, out of all things, Barok gave the camera a show when he stripped the bathrobe off. With the ring now on his base, Barok held onto the base of the plug in him and as he closed his eyes, he slid it out, a broken moan spilling out of him as the product made its way out of him with a wet schlick, and, oh, it was really a shame Ryunosuke couldn’t keep him all to himself.
With the help of the toy already being in Barok, Ryunosuke could see the way his hole gaped at the sudden emptiness, rim pink and wanting. Before Ryunosuke knew it, his free hand already was on his clothed cock, palming himself but never having the courage to unzip his pants and let himself free, even if the action was technically alright, knowing the project’s concept. Barok only spread his legs wider, his spare hand grasping on his thigh’s fat to show more of his hole before he twisted his body a bit to reach for the vibrator on the side. Now that Ryunosuke got a clearer look at it, it looked… quite intimidating — with its sheer size and the ridges it had on its upper half.
With Barok bringing the toy closer to him, it was when it clicked that it was, indeed, almost as long as his face. Was Barok going to put that in himself? No wonder he had to prepare with a plug beforehand. Ryunosuke couldn’t help but worry for just a moment, but once he remembered that Barok probably went through more intense experiences, the feeling in him quelled for a bit. Barok had the toy’s head against his lips now, leaving Ryunosuke wanting. For a moment, Barok glanced back at the camera’s lens — a hint of something swimming in his eyes; something dark and lilting, like he was leading whoever would go over the footage to give into their desires.
The warmth crawling over Ryunosuke’s body turned from that to heat, a jolt of stimulation rushing to his cock as he looked into the viewfinder. Right, he was dealing with a professional, wasn’t he?
And then, Barok took the toy into his mouth, the wetness of the sound seeming to echo with how quiet the room was. Ryunosuke breathed as he saw Barok take it deeper and deeper, Barok pausing half-way through to make a small noise of some kind — the one Ryunosuke heard whenever someone’s length hit a person’s gag reflex in the videos he watched. Barok looked up, making eye contact with the camera again, face flushed before he continued to take more of the toy into him, humming once he settled on the section where the vibrator’s controls were.
Ryunosuke didn’t know when both of his hands moved to hold the camera, but here he was, tightening his grip on it as his anchor and to make sure that it didn’t shake too much as he did at the sight of Barok showing off his skills. Maybe that would have the opposite effect — Ryunosuke wasn’t sure, but nevertheless, he did just that out of desperation. He stared in awe as Barok bobbed his head around the toy, making a show out of the way he worked around it by pressing his tongue against its length, and trailing it from its base to its head.
Ryunosuke knew that the wet noises pornstars made during blowjobs were an exaggeration, and that they did so to turn on the viewer more, but even if that was the case — it worked for a reason. And here he was, hearing those noises live as Barok did just that with a toy instead. If he could do such things with a piece of silicon, then Ryunosuke wondered what Barok was truly capable of with something real instead. How would Barok’s mouth feel on Ryunosuke’s length? Would he take him in the same way he did with the vibrator and look up at him like he looked at the lens? Ryunosuke shuddered and once again, hoped the breath he let out wasn’t too loud.
From what he could see, Barok seemed like he was in bliss just taking the toy in his mouth; cock now fully hard despite the ring circling his base as he played with his chest. It was fascinating watching Barok like that — like Ryunosuke wasn’t in the room at all and he was, indeed, doing what he’d do to himself alone. Whether Barok acted to get that across seemed fuzzy in Ryunosuke’s mind, but what he knew was that pleasure drowned out any sense of reason in Barok’s gaze, too focused on taking in the toy as deep as he could with his mouth like it wasn’t a vibrator at all.
Eventually, Barok pulled away, the toy now glistening in his spit and his lips red from the effort. He took his time catching his breath, his spare hand still playing his chest for a bit before he paused and moved the toy down to his hole. Here it was. It was as if at the same time the vibrator’s head pressed against Barok’s rim, they both sucked in a breath out of anticipation; a bead of sweat Ryunosuke wasn’t even aware of until now trailing down his face.
Even if Barok acted as if Ryunosuke wasn’t there, could he really ignore him with the way Ryunosuke looked at him through the viewfinder? Let alone, brush off the sight of Ryunosuke’s hardness in front of him. Did Barok know he was waiting? At this thought, it was as if Barok read Ryunosuke’s mind because once Ryunosuke’s mind wandered to that phrase, Barok slowly sunk the toy into him, moaning once the vibrator’s first few inches made its way into his heat. Just like before, Ryunosuke couldn’t look away at how his hole almost swallowed the toy’s length — Barok’s rim giving into it so easily and stretching itself around its thickness.
Barok breathed, chest heaving as he ground his hips on the vibrator’s girth, sweat dripping down his flushed chest, taking more and more of it until finally, the toy’s switch was the only thing out of him. He pressed his thighs together and Ryunosuke noted the way his spare hand clenched on the sheets, white knuckled. The toy must’ve left no part in Barok untouched, Ryunosuke thought just by looking at the half-dazed expression on his face and the slight bump on his stomach where the toy’s head rested itself. It was a bit pathetic for Ryunosuke to envy a piece of sculpted silicon, but here he was, doing just that as Barok worked his hips on its girth.
Ryunosuke watched as Barok’s length throbbed, pre-cum leaking from his head as he chased after his own pleasure; Barok’s cock seemed to beg for release, only for his orgasm to be stopped by the ring around his base. But, before Ryunosuke could get lost in gazing at the way Barok moved his hips and flexed his thighs, Barok turned on vibrator’s switch with a click and Ryunosuke’s eyes widened. Ryunosuke didn’t mean to moan at the sight, but he couldn’t help himself at the way Barok’s body tensed against the toy’s buzzes, fucking itself further into his hole and leaving him at its mercy.
The moans Barok made now were louder, voice sounding more ruined by the second as he splayed his thighs wider, letting Ryunosuke see more of him as the vibrator worked. Ryunosuke wiped the sweat off his forehead and tried to blink away the haze gathering in his thoughts. He had no idea why he didn’t unzip his pants by now despite the growing tightness. Barok’s words lingered in his mind; it would be easy to do so with just a quick motion, and it wasn’t off the table either. So, why did Ryunosuke even wait? For a moment, Barok gazed at the camera again with that look Ryunosuke started to carve into his mind.
And then, Barok made his way to Ryunosuke.
“B-Barok?!” Ryunosuke stammered, his grip on the camera faltering as he tried to follow Barok’s moves. The vibrator in Barok’s ass made him falter for a bit, but eventually, he settled on kneeling down just before Ryunosuke’s crotch. Ryunosuke shifted his gaze from the viewfinder to Barok, searching for any clues on what he’d do next, but before he could wrack his mind, the sense of Barok’s hands trailing up his thighs forced him back to reality. Ryunosuke sucked in a breath, as his hands trailed higher and higher. This time, Barok didn’t look at the lens, but at Ryunosuke.
“I’ll have to take care of you, if that’s fine.”
“O-oh! Yes, my bad.”
“No need for apologies.” Barok then undid Ryunosuke’s pants, Ryunosuke letting out a sigh of relief once he unzipped his fly; a want to chase after more of Barok’s touch surging through him. “To stand there and simply do nothing… Do you have an endless fountain of patience?”
“… I didn’t want to trouble you.” Ryunosuke said, warm at the sight of his clothed member just beside Barok’s face. He could feel every breath Barok let out like this, Ryunosuke thought.
“It’s not trouble if it’s what I’m looking for.” Barok slid down Ryunosuke’s boxers and with the way Barok’s eyes widened for just a moment, the thought clicked that Ryunosuke had really… really been holding himself back; a
the sheen of pre-cum coating his head proving that point in more ways than one. “Quite a shame that you’ve hidden this away from me.” Barok held Ryunosuke’s base and it took every inch of restraint in Ryunosuke to not come then and there.
“S-sorry,” Ryunosuke managed and gripped on the camera to remind himself of his responsibility.
“I digress.” Barok dipped down and slid his tongue into the slit of Ryunosuke’s head, pulling a gasp out of him at the feeling of his wet heat. Ryunosuke shut his eyes and prayed to whoever was out there that he wouldn't shake the camera too much. Barok didn’t sink down all the way to Ryunosuke’s base — rather, he focused on his tip instead, licking up any semblance of pre-cum Ryunosuke’s tip had. When Ryunosuke heard the distinct click of a bottle opening, that was when he opened his eyes to see that the bottle of lube was now in Barok’s hands, uncapped just as the sound he heard suggested it would be.
Barok pulled away, a trail of spit still connecting his lips to Ryunosuke’s head and leaving Ryunosuke wanting more, trying to collect any semblance of composure he still had before Barok went and chipped away at it. Unfortunately, Barok gave him no such time to do so, already licking his lips, as if he were savoring the taste of Ryunosuke’s cum. Ryunosuke let out a shuddered breath, cock throbbing at the sight. And then, there was a force tugging on the hem of Ryunosuke’s shirt — Barok’s hand.
“It would be uncomfortable if you were to stand around like that the entire time, wouldn’t it?” Barok patted the space beside him. “Take a seat.”
Ryunosuke had no words left in him after that, only giving Barok a shaky nod as he lowered himself on the mattress. He waited in anticipation once Barok moved behind him, not sure if he should keep tracking Barok’s moves with his state. Nevertheless, Ryunosuke twisted his torso to do that — Barok was the focus of the film, after all. The lens captured everything Barok did from there: from squeezing a handful of lube onto his palm to leaning towards Ryunosuke’s cock to wrap his hand around his base once again. Ryunosuke gasped at the sense of Barok’s palm — naturally warm, but cold from the lube at the same time, leaving Ryunosuke dizzy from both feelings.
Ryunosuke’s head spun from the building heat as Barok’s hand slid up and down his length, the lube warming up the more he did the motion and leaving no room for Ryunosuke to catch his breath from the onslaught of pleasure. For some reason, Ryunosuke’s vision blurred — out of being overwhelmed or the heat coursing through his body, he didn’t know, but what he knew was that at this, he fought himself once again to keep the camera steady; despite the strength he slowly lost in his arms and the urge to completely sink into want. As expected, Barok’s hand worked with skill, squeezing Ryunosuke’s base every so often and dipping his thumb into his head’s slit to tease him just enough to pull a moan out of him.
Somehow, Barok’s other hand was on Ryunosuke’s shoulder now, rubbing circles onto his skin — to comfort him? To soothe him from the heat or to simply touch Ryunosuke more? Either way, Ryunosuke couldn’t ignore how close Barok really was to him with the way his bare chest pressed against his shoulder blade, as if Barok teased him with the sight as well. There was that selfish urge in Ryunosuke again, but rather than being jealous, he felt a sense of satisfaction that this was the view hidden from the camera even if it wasn’t the one that had the most action going on. There was a slight furrow in Barok’s brow as he pleasured Ryunosuke, a sight Ryunosuke caught a glimpse of whenever Barok focused on something. But then again, there was that hunger in his eyes.
Barok let out a breath and Ryunosuke heard the sheets rustle, him looking down to see that Barok was rubbing his thighs together; length begging for release as his gaze never left Ryunosuke’s cock. At this, the pieces in Ryunosuke’s mind clicked and another wave of arousal simmered through him — Barok really was patient of anything. The vibrator didn’t alleviate the pressure from Barok, did it? If they weren’t filming with rules in mind, then Ryunosuke would gladly fulfill his desires. As the heat running across Ryunosuke’s skin built and built, Barok’s hand wasn’t on Ryunosuke’s cock anymore, leaving him breathless and chasing after his heartbeat; vision slightly blurry from the pleasure again.
Ryunosuke didn’t bother to track Barok with the camera in his respite with how overwhelmed he felt, so, when Barok came back to him, whatever thought (if he had any) Ryunosuke had at that moment died down once he saw what Barok held in his hand. It was the onahole he caught a glimpse of before, now hovering above Ryunosuke’s cock. And with a singular motion, Barok sunk it down, Ryunosuke gasping at the way the silicon hugged his girth, just like he did every time he used the one he had at home. The sense couldn’t compare to a real hole, Ryunosuke thought — and he was already familiar with the sense of one, so it wasn’t anything mind-blowing, but with Barok using one on him rather than just Ryunosuke’s own hand, the situation was different.
Ryunosuke could feel Barok’s breath ghosting over his shoulder along with the sense of his heated gaze searing on him; something Ryunosuke practically knew by the back of his hand the more they filmed. He closed his eyes as a drop of sweat trailed down his cheek, hissing at the friction to catch any hint of composure left in him. Ryunosuke tilted his head only to find himself leaning on Barok’s shoulder and oh, he never realized how plump Barok’s lips looked, but from this angle, they really looked… kissable.
And then, as if Barok heard him, Ryunosuke found himself locked beneath his gaze, holding his breath out of shock? Anticipation?
“… You could very well do so, Ryunosuke.”
“B-but, could I really?” Ryunosuke managed and at this, Barok shifted closer and it was like the lingering reminder of Ryunosuke’s responsibility slowly dissipated.
“I wouldn’t mind.” Barok said, forehead pressed against Ryunosuke’s own.
At that, Ryunosuke’s instincts won and before he knew it, he leaned over, the distance between them closing just like that. Just like what he thought, Barok’s lips were soft; slightly wet from him taking in the vibrator in his mouth. But, before Ryunosuke could sink further into wherever Barok took him, Ryunosuke gasped, remembering that his cock was still in the onahole Barok brought. Heat surged through Ryunosuke once more as the toy’s walls squeezed against his girth, the sense encapsulating his entire length as Barok thrusted it up and down. There wasn’t any rest from the stimulation for Ryunosuke because once he gasped, Barok’s tongue found itself in his mouth.
Just like the glimpse Ryunosuke saw from the way Barok worked on the toy, his skill with his mouth applied to kissing as well; sucking on Ryunosuke’s tongue and leaving him in a constant state of wanting more every time he did something with his tongue that muddled Ryunosuke’s thoughts. While the onahole Barok pleasured Ryunosuke with wrapped his cock in softness in its entirety, Ryunosuke felt as if he wanted something more than what its rubber gave him — he wanted to feel warmth — the tightness that he was curious about ever since he watched his first porn video in someone’s hole. Ryunosuke wanted to find out what Barok would feel like clenching down on him and what he’d act like beneath him.
Would he try to lead Ryunosuke to his good spot? Turn away from Ryunosuke and bury his face in the sheets out of shyness or let his moans spill out for the camera? Barok was so close to him, but then again, if they just fucked while filming, then wouldn’t that make the product showcase worthless? If Ryunosuke was lucky, then maybe Barok would let him do that… Or maybe not. He was just wishing at this point — Barok letting Ryunosuke kiss him was already a blessing in itself, even if it technically wasn’t off the table. He just really wanted to see more of Barok in that state of disheveledness.
Ryunosuke knew that there were already videos of him in the same situation, but it was different if Ryunosuke was the one Barok pleasured with his body; different if Barok came undone because of him rather than a person Ryunosuke wished he were. He could imagine Barok all he wanted as he got him off, but it wasn’t the same. Yet again, the way Barok worked his hand was too good to the point Ryunosuke couldn’t complain about it too much; grinding the toy for a bit whenever Ryunosuke hit its hilt, teasing him with its tighter region only to pull away to continue his pace from before.
Ryunosuke thrusted up every time the toy’s friction left him, hips stuttering as he moaned into Barok’s mouth. Before he knew it, Barok pulled away, leaving Ryunosuke trying to catch his breath only for the slight composure he gathered to unfurl once he realized Barok was closer to his cock now, entering the camera’s viewfinder once again to lick a stripe against Ryunosuke’s balls, gazing at the lens with that familiar look in his eyes again. Ryunosuke moaned, his other hand now clenching at the sheets out of desperation as Barok took his balls into his mouth; the sense of warmth and wetness surging through Ryunosuke’s spine.
Barok’s spare hand stroked Ryunosuke’s thigh now, and it took everything in Ryunosuke to keep his eyes open for once — wanting to savor the sight of Barok taking a part of him in his mouth even if his consciousness tethered beneath pleasure. He watched, gaze heavy, as Barok closed his eyes and sucked against Ryunosuke as he held his balls, not bothering to contain his self-satisfied hum, making Ryunosuke feel the vibrations of Barok’s mouth. It had been a while since Ryunosuke had gotten off, mostly due to him being busy with the job listings Sholmes gave him, and with Barok looking so blissed out taking in his balls, it made him wonder if he wanted to drink his cum. Or maybe drain him of it.
The hand Ryunosuke had in the sheets was suddenly on Barok’s wrist, his body practically keeling over Barok as he teased and teased him until —
“ — I-I’m close… Barok, please…” Ryunosuke managed. It would be a miracle if the footage was discernible with how much Ryunosuke shook — he always did whenever he was close to coming and shook even harder when he did. He really wasn’t qualified for this job.
Barok simply hummed, the stimulation wracking through Ryunosuke’s body once more, making Ryunosuke wonder if he caught onto his reaction whenever he did that. And then, Barok brought the toy back down Ryunosuke’s length, a moan tearing through his throat as he came into the rubber, eyes shutting close at the way a surge of heat crashed onto him in that moment. Ryunosuke breathed and hissed once Barok pulled the onahole away, only to let out a gasp to see that Barok had moved from his balls to his shaft, licking up the spurts of cum that still dripped down Ryunosuke’s length.
Ryunosuke winced at the overstimulation, but with how satisfied Barok looked, sucking the remains of his cum, he couldn’t be that bothered with it. And then, Barok sat up and tapped Ryunosuke’s wrist, making Ryunosuke turn the camera to him. Before Ryunosuke knew it, Barok had splayed his legs to display the vibrator still in his hole again, only this time, he switched it off, thrusting the in and out of him before shutting his eyes and letting out a breathy moan. Or rather, a whimper.
At that moment, cum came dripping down Barok’s tip, Ryunosuke gaping in awe that Barok had come untouched whilst pleasuring him out of all things. And then, another spurt came and stained the sheets beneath Barok, but that didn’t stop him from grinding his hips on the toy; his orgasm coming in waves. Ryunosuke didn’t know something like that could last that long — or rather, didn’t realize it could actually happen, but now that he saw Barok like this, it was proof enough. It was fascinating — like the toy wrung the cum out of him. Eventually, the last of Barok’s orgasm stained the sheets, him pulling out the product and letting Ryunosuke see his stretched hole, thoroughly used and gaping because of the toy. Ryunosuke’s cock throbbed at the sight, but before anything else, Barok’s voice broke him out of his thoughts.
“You can stop recording now.”
“A-ah! Oh! Okay!” Ryunosuke straightened and did as Barok said, scrambling to press the stop button. He shifted in his seat, pretending not to notice the slight moan Barok let out once he removed the ring from his base. Or pay any mind that Barok just got him off and that Ryunosuke also watched him get off. No — that didn’t bother him at all. It was business as usual. Ryunosuke repeated those phrases in his head like a mantra, but even then, he couldn’t ignore Barok’s naked form splayed before him, hole well stretched and it would feel… so nice for Ryunosuke to just…
“I’ll make my way to clean myself, if you don’t mind,” Barok said and brought Ryunosuke crashing down to reality, his bathrobe now back on.
“Oh, huh…” Ryunosuke blurted out for no reason other than for the sake of letting Barok know that he was still listening. He set down the camera on the space beside him. Right, the shoot is finished now. Ryunosuke pulled up his boxers and fixed his pants. “Then, I’ll clean the, um, products after you,” he made conversation with the mattress.
“Very well,” Barok said and nodded in the corner of Ryunosuke’s eye. But, rather than making his way to the bathroom immediately, he paused and turned to Ryunosuke. “Despite your disappointment, I promise you that there’d be something you’d look forward to in the future.”
“Oh, huh… Wait, what?” Ryunosuke shot up, but Barok was already walking away, forcing him to not stare.
“You’ll soon find out,” Barok paused before turning to Ryunosuke once more, a smile on his lips. “… Mr. Naruhodo.”
And then, Barok left, Ryunosuke star-struck as he was when he first came into the room.