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SEBASTIAN

I should be immune to this footage by now, considering how many times I’ve already watched it. And yet, there my dick goes, perking up like it’s about to get in on the action. My hole clenches, wanting to be stretched again. My lips tingle and my skin breaks out in goosebumps.

Would it be inappropriate to jack off to my own video on my co-star’s couch, next to said co-star?

We’re at the part where I’m trying and failing to impale myself on Christian’s monster cock. The mic was able to pick up on what Christian said to me at the time.

“It’s okay. Go slow. Relax. Breathe. Take your time. There’s no rush. You lead.”

There’s something about those encouragements and the way he said them so tenderly that hits me harder than watching his cock disappear into my body. There was so much feeling in his voice and it winds through me and wraps me up like a warm blanket.

He probably says that to all his scene partners.

Does he look that way at all his scene partners too?

My breath hitches in my chest. He’s looking at me like that right now, on the couch, instead of watching the video. I can feel the weight of his gaze as it travels from my face down to my crotch and up again. My cock is throbbing in my jeans and I have to press the heel of my hand on it to keep from popping off in my underwear. I don’t even try to be inconspicuous about it. Why bother when we both know that the chemistry between us is just as potent now as it was during filming?

The best part—or worst, depending on your point of view—of the video is at the end, when I’m lying on him, back to chest, and he’s entering me from below. My body is on full display. Nipples dark, abs contracted, my quad muscles are ropes down my thighs. My dick bounces up and down as Christian fucks me. And the expression on my face is… I swallow now as I stare at myself.

I’m blissed out. I’m high on lust. I look like I’m about to pass out from an overdose of pleasure. I’ve never seen myself like that before, so deep in the scene that I’m not really aware of the cameras anymore. I’m not acting there. Christian and I are really having sex. I mean, the type of sex I would have with a guy I’m dating and have feelings for.

The video ends and we’re quiet. I don’t dare move because if I do, I might come in my pants. Christian doesn’t move either. His leg is pressed hip to knee against mine. His shoulder is hot against my arm. We weren’t touching when the video started, but now that we are, I don’t think I’m able to pull away.

“That’s, uh… you’ve got, uh, good editing skills,” Christian says, his voice kind of hoarse.

I nod jerkily. “Thanks,” I croak.

He clears his throat. “It’s uh, a good video.”

I nod again. “Yeah, it’s gonna be huge.”

“You think so?”

I turn at the hint of insecurity I hear in his voice. “Yeah, absolutely.”

He reaches up to rub the back of his neck. It’s a nervous gesture that I’m starting to recognize. He does it whenever he feels unsure.

“We might break OnlyFans with this video.”

His brow furrows. “Break OnlyFans?”

“Yeah, because of all the internet traffic. There’s going to be so many people scrambling to watch it that their server won’t be able to handle it.”

That does not have the effect I intended. Instead of putting him at ease, Christian goes a little green around the edges.

I shift so I’m sitting sideways on the couch, facing him. My knee sinks into the dip in the cushion by his hip and my shin follows the line of his thigh. “I mean, that’s a good thing.”

His chest expands with his inhale. “Yeah, sure, of course.”

“People are going to love it.”

His Adam’s apple bobs. “Do you think they’ll, uh, ask?”

“About why you’re coming out of retirement?”

“And why I retired in the first place,” he says so softly I wouldn’t have heard him if I wasn’t sitting so close.

My heart hammers against my ribs. They are going to ask. Of course they are. Fans are always hungry for this type of gossip. I’m exhibit A. “I think they might,” I say to soften the blow. “What do you want to say if they do?”

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