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“We should record ourselves having sex,” Angel said from where he was perched on Aki’s couch.
Aki—who had been sitting on the floor, in the middle of taking a sip of coffee—choked.
Once he finally stopped coughing and sputtering, he placed his mug down on the coffee table, craning his head to look up at Angel.
“What?” he asked.
“We should record ourselves having sex,” Angel repeated.
“No, I heard you,” Aki climbed onto the couch next to him. “But… Why?”
Angel shrugged. “Because you’re leaving soon and I want something to jerk off to while you’re gone.”
Aki nearly choked again, this time just on his own spit. “You… You want to make a sex tape so you can jerk off to it while I’m visiting my mom?”
Angel nodded.
Aki stared at him for several moments. It was true that he was going out of town soon—visiting his mother for two weeks—but… a sex tape? The idea had never even occurred to Aki.
Although now… Now Aki was thinking about it.
“Couldn’t you just watch porn like a regular person?” Aki asked.
Angel shrugged again. “I don’t want to watch porn. I want to watch you.”
In an absolutely humiliating (but not particularly surprising) turn of events, Aki’s cock started to fill out at Angel’s words. There was something endlessly sexy about his boyfriend—his ridiculously hot boyfriend who could probably pass for a pornstar himself—not wanting to watch porn, because he just wanted to watch Aki instead.
Aki took a deep breath and swallowed. “What if someone hacks our phones or something?”
Angel cocked an eyebrow at him. “You think you’re special enough for someone to leak your nudes?”
Aki shoved him. “Asshole.”
Angel shoved him back, letting out a small, bubbly laugh. “No one’s going to hack our phones. It’ll just be for us. And then I can have sufficient jerk off material while you’re gone.”
When Aki didn’t immediately respond, Angel said, “Unless you don’t want to. If not, that’s—”
“No, we can,” Aki interrupted.
The idea had caught him off guard, but now that he was actually considering it, Aki had to admit that it was appealing. Even if he was perhaps still mildly concerned about the security of his nudes, the concept of having a video of him fucking Angel was… Well, it was something. Something he liked, he realized. And Angel had definitely been onto something—it would be way better than jerking off to porn while they were apart.
Angel smiled, and it was the gentle, soft little smile that he still rarely did. Aki couldn’t help it—he leaned forward and captured Angel’s lips in a kiss.
When he pulled away, he whispered. “Let’s go for it.”
***
Because Aki was nothing if not diligent, he did some research. He found out that his phone camera was more than good enough, but that he should probably invest in a tripod to get the angles right. He considered whose bedroom had better lighting. He did some thinking about positions and activities. What would look best on camera? What would be sexiest? What would he most want to watch back later?
He may have thought about it all a bit too much. It perhaps consumed him.
They were running out of time, though. It was only a few days until Aki left town, so finally, he called Angel and asked him if he was ready. He set up his tripod and camera. He turned on the lamp but left the big light off. He put the lube in an accessible place on the bedside table.
“You’re taking this sex tape thing really seriously,” Angel said, sitting down on the bed.
“If we’re going to do it, we might as well do it well,” Aki replied, messing with the camera settings. “Take your clothes off.”
“Oh wow, so sexy,” Angel teased. “You’re turning me on so much here.”
Finally, Aki got the camera right, and he stood up, turning to face Angel.
“Angel,” he said, his voice much firmer. “Take your clothes off.”
For a few moments, Angel just stayed staring at him, but then, like he heard the order in Aki’s voice and realized that it was going to be one of those times, he nodded, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it onto the floor. He shimmed out of his pants and boxers as well until he was completely naked.
“Good boy,” Aki said appreciatively. “Are you ready to start now?”
Angel nodded again, so Aki went back to his camera, starting the recording. He turned back to the bed, walking forward until he reached it. Angel spread his legs, letting Aki push between them.
“I should have told you to wear that little pink set you have,” Aki said. “That would have been perfect.”
“Next time,” Angel said quietly, and Aki nodded.
“Take off my clothes now,” Aki instructed.
Angel brought his legs in before pushing up onto his knees. He reached out, taking hold of the hem of Aki’s t-shirt and starting to pull up. Aki lifted his arms to help him, and then Angel dropped the shirt down on top of his own discarded clothes.
Then he dropped down onto his hands and knees, hovering just in front of Aki’s still-clothed cock.
Aki wove his hands through Angel’s hair as Angel started to mouth at Aki’s abdomen, just above the waistband of his pants. He kissed and licked there for a minute before taking the waistband into his mouth and pulling it down with his fucking teeth, dragging it down until Aki’s already-hard cock sprung free.
Angel leaned forward again, bringing his mouth just above Aki’s cock. He looked up briefly and met Aki’s eyes. “Can the camera see this?”
Aki glanced over at his tripod setup. “Yes.”
Angel smiled, batting his eyelashes in a way that told Aki just how good things were about to get. “Good.”
Angel opened his lips, drooling directly onto Aki’s cock, and Aki felt heat pool in his gut. Angel used his warm, soft hand to spread some of the spit around before finally—finally—sucking the tip of Aki’s cock into his mouth.
Aki groaned, hands tightening in Angel’s hair as Angel started to really suck him off. Angel was exceptionally good at giving head—always had been—but nowadays, it seemed like he was even better. Some of it was that they’d been having sex for long enough at this point that Angel knew exactly what Aki liked. He knew exactly how to get Aki embarrassingly close to an orgasm ridiculously fast.
Like now.
“Angel,” Aki croaked, tugging a bit harder at Angel’s hair. Angel just kept bobbing his head before dipping down as far as he could go so Aki’s cock was hitting the back of his throat. Aki felt his throat spasm, and he let out another, slightly more panicked, “Angel.”
Finally, Angel pulled off, sitting back on his heels and wiping spit from his swollen lips.
He looked so pretty. So, so pretty, and Aki wanted to ruin him. He wanted to leave him messy and sweaty and covered in Aki’s cum. He wanted to make Angel look so perfect for the camera, and Aki wanted to be the only one to ever see it.
Aki wasted no time in dragging his sweatpants and boxers the rest of the way off before climbing onto the bed in front of Angel.
“Lay down,” Aki said. “On your back. Pull your knees into your chest.”
Angel smirked, but was already getting into position. “Feeling bossy tonight?”
“Don’t be a brat, Angel.”
“But you like when I’m a brat. You like to put me in my place.”
Aki hummed, reaching for the lube on the bedside table and slicking up his fingers. “I don’t think I have to put you in your place this time, though. This time, I think you’re going to be good just because I told you to. Does that sound right?”
Angel’s eyes widened, cheeks growing pink, and finally, he nodded.
“Good boy,” Aki said again, crawling between Angel’s knees. “Keep yourself spread for me.”
Aki brought his fingers down to press against Angel’s rim, and Angel gasped. They fucked the night before, so Angel was most likely still a bit stretched, but Aki was going to take his time with this anyway. He wanted to get Angel as worked up as possible before fucking him.
Slowly, he slid his first finger inside. Angel closed his eyes, sighing and laying his head further back against the pillow.
“Good?” Aki asked.
“Mhm,” Angel hummed, nodding.
Aki pumped his finger in and out for a couple of minutes before working a second one in as well. Angel let out a quiet moan that got a bit louder when Aki separated his fingers, stretching Angel out a little bit further. That was one of the things he’d learned about Angel throughout all these months of having sex: Angel liked to be stretched. He seemed to like the feeling, as well as something about the idea of it. Aki didn’t mind—he liked being the one to stretch Angel out. He liked leaving him all open and gaping.
God, Angel had turned him into some kind of sex-crazed madman.
Aki continued working his fingers in and out, but pointedly avoided Angel’s prostate. Angel was starting to squirm, trying to force him to hit it, but Aki just pressed down on his hip, holding him in place.
“What do you want, baby?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer. He also knew that using the pet name was a surefire way to get Angel worked up even more. Aki didn’t use it all that often, but when he did, Angel always went a little bit crazy.
“More,” Angel gasped, pushing his hips up against Aki’s hand.
“Like this?” Aki asked, slipping a third finger in.
“No—I mean, yes—I mean—” Angel started to babble, and Aki cut him off by finally tapping against his prostate.
Angel yelped, tightening a bit around Aki’s fingers. Aki smiled as he hit Angel’s prostate again and again and again. Angel’s back was arching off the bed, a steady stream of moans leaving his lips.
Aki wanted to push it further.
He grabbed onto Angel’s cock, starting to stroke him off hard and fast. Angel’s moans turned to screams.
“Aki—” he shouted. “Fuck, Aki, I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”
And then right before he could come, Aki dropped his cock and pulled out his fingers.
Angel made a sobbing noise. “Why…” he groaned. “Why’d you—”
“Because I don’t want you to come yet,” Aki said simply. “I want you to come on my cock.”
Angel whined, but this time it sounded more like a noise of pleasure.
Aki reached back for the lube, squirting some directly onto his cock and spreading it around. “Get on your hands and knees,” he said firmly.
Angel rolled onto his front, pushing up onto his hands and knees, but Aki stopped him.
“Turn this way,” he instructed, helping maneuver Angel around.
“Why?” Angel slurred, but he let Aki move him how he wanted him. He already sounded so fucked-out and mindless. Perfect.
“Because I want you to face the camera. I want it to be able to see your face when I make you come.”
Angel whined again.
Once Aki had Angel in the perfect position, he pulled his hips up so they were angled just right and guided his cock to his entrance. Slowly, he started to push in.
Angel’s fingers tightened on the bedsheets. “Oh fuck,” he said quietly when Aki bottomed out.
“You’re close already?” Aki teased. “I’ve been inside of you for two seconds.”
Angel turned his head to glare at Aki over his shoulder. “Well, whose fault is—”
Aki pulled out and slammed back in.
That shut Angel up.
Aki started to fuck him roughly, using his leverage on Angel’s hips to pull him back on each thrust. Aki could feel how deep he was getting, and there was nothing on Earth he loved more than that feeling. When he was this deep inside Angel, he felt so possessive in the most delicious way possible.
Yeah, he’s mine, Aki thought. Mine and no one else’s.
Aki brought a hand down on Angel's ass with a sharp clap. Angel yelped again, hips jerking back so Aki got somehow even deeper.
“Yeah? You like that?”
Aki already knew the answer, but the way Angel babbled nonsensically and furiously nodded in response was exactly what Aki was looking for.
“Do you want me to touch you?” Aki asked.
He knew the answer to that one also.
“Yes,” Angel moaned.
Aki smacked his ass again. “Beg for it.”
“Please,” Angel gasped out. “Please, please, please, Aki. Please touch me. Please, I need it. I need it so bad.”
Perfect. That was perfect.
Aki reached around to grasp Angel’s cock, starting to jerk him off in time with his thrusts. Angel literally screamed at the contact, hips shoving back again to force Aki as deep as possible. It was barely a minute later that Angel started to come, tightening around Aki’s cock and making a complete mess of Aki’s bedsheets.
Aki kept fucking him through it, trying to stave off his own orgasm, but it was impossible. Angel felt so tight and incredible around him, and Aki couldn’t fight it. He pushed his hips forward one more time and started to grind against Angel’s ass, emptying inside of Angel.
When he finished coming, he paused for a few moments, catching his breath while still inside. Finally, he pulled out, but instead of running off to get something to clean Angel up with, Aki grabbed his hips again, forcibly flipping him around and yanking him towards the end of the bed.
“What are you—” Angel asked, his voice hoarse.
Angel dragged him until he was on the edge of the bed, sliding off it to kneel just in front of him.
“Pick up your legs,” Aki ordered.
It took Angel a few moments to do it—not because he was trying to disobey Aki anymore, but because he was clearly a little floaty after getting fucked that hard—but finally, he leaned back on his elbows to support himself while spreading his legs and lifting them into the air, bringing his knees up next to his ears and giving Aki the excellent view of his hole that Aki had been looking for.
“Perfect. Stay right there.”
Aki stood up, ignoring his popping knees and hurrying over to the tripod, pulling it over so it was closer to the bed. He angled it around until it was close to Angel’s body and perfectly tilted to capture everything.
Then Aki crouched back down in front of Angel.
Angel made a small gasping noise when Aki took hold of his ass, hooking his thumbs into Angel’s hole and spreading him apart even further. Aki’s cum began to leak out of him.
“God, Angel,” Aki said quietly. “You look so hot like this.”
Angel gasped even louder when Aki spat on his hole. Aki watched the spit land before smacking him right there.
“Aki,” he groaned.
Aki slapped his hole a few more times, his hand sticky and wet with lube and his own spit and cum. Then he took hold of the hair at the back of Angel’s head, pulling it and tilting his head towards the camera.
Even while actively looking at him, Aki couldn’t wait until he could watch this part of the video back. He couldn’t wait to see Angel like this: legs up and open wide, hole stretched and dripping, hair gripped tight in Aki’s fingers, looking at the camera with wet, cloudy eyes.
Finally, Aki dropped his hair, and Angel’s head fell back, his long hair falling all around him like a curtain. Aki roughly pushed two fingers inside of Angel, fucking the cum and spit back inside.
Angel cried out when Aki crooked his fingers to hit his prostate.
“I’m going to make you come again,” Aki said, and he hoped his tone made it clear that this was not a request. “And you’re going to be a good boy and take it.”
Angel just nodded, letting out perfect punched-out noises with every hit of Aki’s fingers against his prostate. His cock started to fill out again quickly, and Aki wasted no time in grasping it and starting to stroke him off again.
A shockingly short amount of time later, Angel was tightening up around Aki’s fingers and coming all over Aki’s fist and his own stomach. When he started to whine with overstimulation, Aki dropped his cock and pulled his fingers free. Angel dropped his legs, panting heavily and collapsing against the bed.
As the final part of their little show, Aki took the camera off the tripod and crawled back onto the bed over Angel. He panned over Angel’s entire messy body and then finally stopped the recording.
“Unfair,” Angel complained. “You didn’t show you at the end.”
“You’re hotter.”
“I disagree.”
A surprising warmth spread across Aki’s cheeks, and he dropped the phone onto the bed, leaning down to kiss Angel gently on the lips. When he pulled back, he said, “Let’s go shower.”
Angel nodded, and Aki slowly helped him up. He glanced out the hall to make sure neither of his nosy roommates were lingering around before the two of them made a break for the bathroom. They showered leisurely, taking turns washing each other’s hair and toweling each other off. When they got back to Aki’s bedroom, they both climbed under the sheets and Angel tucked himself against Aki’s chest.
Aki was already drifting off when Angel slapped his stomach lightly. “Send me the video.” His voice sounded just as sleepy as Aki felt.
Aki reached over for his phone on the bedside table, blinking his eyes at the brightness as he tapped the share button on the video and sent it off to Angel. Then he clicked the phone off and tossed it back to the bedside table, wrapping Angel back in his arms and promptly falling asleep.
***
Aki woke the next morning later than he usually did, but before Angel (who was a notoriously late sleeper). He pressed a kiss to Angel’s forehead before carefully extricating himself from Angel’s koala grip. He crept to the kitchen, firing up the coffee machine.
“‘Morning,” Denji said with a yawn, coming into the kitchen. “Coffee ready?”
“Not yet,” Aki replied.
There were a few moments of silence between them, but then Denji said, “Quick question.”
Aki turned to face him. “Yeah?”
“Did you mean to send me a video of you and Angel fucking nasty last night?”