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Later, after we’ve both posted to our social media accounts, I scroll back through the pictures from the past several months. It tells a story. Our story.

I have nothing to worry about with the video, I realize. It’s not going to show the world anything that isn’t already out there. We love each other. So much so that we couldn’t hide it even if we wanted to. And I don’t want to. Not now. Not ever.

EPILOGUE

CHRISTIAN

Sebastian is sitting between my legs on the couch and my chin is hooked over his shoulder. His phone is propped up in some contraption, the camera pointed at us and we’re live-streaming something called an Ask Me Anything. Apparently, the fans tune in, they’re allowed to ask us anything, and we’re supposed to answer them.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about this when Sebastian first brought it up, but he said we’d skip over anything we didn’t want to talk about. Besides, Sebastian’s running the show. I’m just the pretty background.

The little number at the bottom of the screen that shows how many people are watching us is frighteningly high. I had no idea these things drew in so many people. I should have guessed, though, considering how well #Chastian, the Sequel is doing right now, but it’s still jarring to watch that number tick up into the thousands.

Sebastian is going on about his favorite ice cream flavor. He likes gelato better than ice cream, and then it’s a toss-up between strawberry and lemon. But he hates mint, because why would he want to eat toothpaste?

He turns to me. “How about you, babe?”

My favorite ice cream flavor? I’ve never given it much thought before. “Vanilla. Because that’s what you smell like.”

His expression goes soft and he ducks his chin in a shy and sultry smile. The same one that first ensnared me. Then he puts a hand on my cheek and kisses me—opened mouth, lots of tongue. On his phone, the screen explodes in heart and fire reactions and comments about how cute we are.

They’re not wrong. We’re pretty damn cute. Even I can admit that.

“Okay, we’ve got time for one more question!” Sebastian leans forward to read the comments flying across the screen. There was one about what kind of underwear we wear and whether we’re selling dirty pairs as merch—Sebastian’s ignored that one, thank god. There were a few asking for fitness and nutrition tips. I deflected with something about finding a local personal trainer who can give individualized advice. The most frequently asked question is when we’re going to film another video.

Sebastian sits back and nestles himself against my chest. “What do you think, babe? Another video? Don’t you think two are enough?”

We knew this question was coming and Sebastian was savvy enough to draw up a little script for us to tease them with. “We wouldn’t want to disappoint the fans,” I say.

“Yeah, but we just put the last one out. Don’t you think they want to see something else?”

Various forms of “NOOO!!!” flood the comments.

Sebastian giggles and that wonderful bubbly feeling races up my spine. I love it when he does that. I want to hear him laugh every single day for the rest of my life.

We end the Ask Me Anything and we let ourselves topple over on the couch. Sebastian flips himself over so he’s straddling my hips. I’ve been chubby for the last hour with him squirming between my legs, but now that he’s grinding his ass on my dick, it’s coming fully to life.

I groan as Sebastian kisses me. Our tongues slide together and I shudder with want. I always want him. A look, a smile, a gentle caress is all it ever takes for me to be ready. He’s my everything. He’s all I need.

Sebastian sighs into our kiss, then lays his head down on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around him, soaking in the weight of his body on mine, his angles and planes that fit so perfectly with mine.

This is it. This is the life for me. No matter what happens in the future, whether Sebastian sticks with camming or decides to do something else, I’m in this, with him, forever.

“Move in with me,” I blurt out, surprising even myself. It’s only been two months since we came back from Chicago, since we admitted our love to each other, but it feels like the right thing to do, the right time to do it.

Sebastian props his chin on my chest. “Really?” His brows are raised and there’s a little crease in between them.

I think fast. “Yeah, we don’t have to stay here. We can get a bigger place with two bedrooms so you can use one as your studio.”

It makes sense. He spends most nights at my place already, so there’s no point in paying rent for two places. Plus, with the extra income our videos are bringing in, we can afford something nicer.

I can see all these considerations running through Sebastian’s mind already. “It’s not a bad idea.” His smile turns sheepish. “Remember that idea I had about starting my own production company?”

“Yeah.” My heart leaps in my chest.

“Maybe the studio could double as my office. You know, with a desk and chair and stuff if I’m going to be working behind the scenes on more projects?” Sebastian’s been dreaming of ways to expand his business, to take things to the next level. He wants to do more directing and producing on larger scale videos, almost like his own independent studio.

I can imagine him doing that already. My boyfriend, a hot-shot adult entertainment director-producer. “I think that’s a great idea.”

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