Page 24

Tristan

The muscles of Xander's ass flexed under my hands as I gripped him, and the smirk that spread across my face as he shifted under my hands was entirely genuine.

I could feel the weight of the camera on my face, watching as I leaned closed and brushed my lips over one of Xander's cheeks, and he tensed even more under my hands, a tiny squeak escaping him.

"Lance..." Xander's voice wobbled as he whispered my stage name, and I released his ass with one hand so that I could reach down and adjust myself, the jeans I was wearing strangling my length at an awkward angle.

I wanted to reach down and pull myself out already, but knew that I had to vamp a little more.

This wasn't the first scene like this I'd done, and I knew that the foreplay was the thing that consumers liked the most about the "corrupting the straight guy" fantasy.

Hell, it was my favorite part about this particular fantasy.

So instead of reaching down and freeing my aching length, I pulled away, admiring the sight of Xander's ass in the tight, silky white briefs.

His cock strained against the fabric, and my mouth watered at the thought of wrapping my lips around it right here and now, trapped like it was.

He was already leaking, a damp spot growing against the fabric, and my smirk widened as I released his ass, just enough to tease my fingers over the tempting swell.

"What is it, pretty boy?" I cooed, keeping my voice low and commanding.

"Straight, you said?"

God, this entire scene was so problematic, but I fucking loved it.

Anybody who said that porn had to be PC was boring as fuck, in my opinion, and from the way that Xander shivered under my grip, he felt the same way.

"Um.

Yes.

Fuck.

Lance, what are you...planning on doing? I really need to get out of here, you know..."

I teased my finger up the outline of his crease, making his words stop in their tracks, and I chuckled soft and low, making sure that he felt the full impact of my voice before I reached up and hooked my fingers into the waist of his underwear.

"Oh, what am I going to do?" I teased, tugging his underwear down to his ankles with one swift motion.

His ass was bare and fucking beautiful in front of me when I sat up again, and even though we'd been together not two nights before - and two days before that - I couldn't help the way that my mouth salivated at the sight.

Just relax, baby boy.

I'm going to take such good fucking care of you.

"Lance," Xander gasped.

Despite the fact that he was trying to play the shy, introverted straight man, I could hear the desire thrumming through Xander's voice, as well as feel it in the way his muscles trembled under my hands as I gripped his cheeks again.

I spread them wide, baring his whole to me, and I practically salivated at the sight of it, already slick with lube and relaxed from the preparation that he had done for our scene.

The thought of Xander fingering himself open for me - though rationally I knew that's what he'd had to do for the other two scenes as well - made me fucking feral.

I wanted to sink my teeth into his ass, to leave my mark there...

So I did.

"Lance!" Xander's entire body jerked when I leaned forward and sank my teeth into the soft flesh of his ass, and I took advantage of his momentary surprise to tease my finger down his crack, gently tapping the tip against his hole and making him jerk all over again.

"Has anyone ever touched you here?" I taunted, teasing my fingertip over the sensitive nerves again.

Xan trembled, and when I glanced down, I saw a drop of precome stretching from the tip of his cock, creating a tantalizing strand that I desperately wanted to lick up.

I stayed in character, though, instead barking out a laugh.

"Your cock is drooling," I teased, nudging my fingertip against his hole again.

It clenched under my touch, and I chuckled.

"Are you sure you're straight? You're getting awfully excited, having a man staring at your tight little hole with your cock all vulnerable and needy."

He whimpered, and then moaned when I leaned forward and teased the tip of my tongue over his fluttering hole.

"Oh, fuck," he choked out, his legs spasming underneath him.

I hummed, continuing to tease him with my tongue while I gripped his hips, keeping him spread wide so that the camera could catch every decadent lick.

I loved eating ass, don't get me wrong, but with Xan...it felt like it was more.

The feeling of him trembling, those needy little whines that fell from his mouth...they were everything.

If I were the jealous type, I would be upset that the rest of the world - the ones that comprised Studio Black's website subscribers, anyway - was able to see Xan like this.

All desperate and needy, vulnerable in a way that you only can be when you're baring all to the man with your orgasm in his hands.

But I wasn't jealous.

Sharing my man with anyone who wants to see him fall apart under my hands...

God, it made me fucking hard.

"Lance..." Xan's choked voice caught my attention again, and I growled softly before I pressed forward, eating him out with intention, now.

His sounds immediately changed from needy, choked whines to desperate groans as I stabbed my tongue past the soft ring of muscle, his taste flooding my senses and making my head spin.

"Fuck!" There's a thump from inside the machine, and when I reached up, I found his cock drooling and leaking even more.

I chuckled, wrapping my hand around it, and then I pulled away, pressing another kiss to his fluttering muscle.

"What is it, baby?" I crooned, lifting my hand and shoving my fingers in my mouth, getting them wet.

I made sure to drool enough that they were dripping when I pulled them out - a shot that viewers always seemed to love, for some reason - and when I tapped against Xan's hole with my fingertips again, he gasped.

"Lance...I...this has gone far enough, don't you think?" His voice was needy and pathetic, and his hips jerked against my touch when I gave his length a long, slow stroke, swiping my thumb over the head.

"Mm.

Do you?" I chuckled softly, the sound a little sinister in my ears, and I nudged my fingers against his rim, my cock jerking in my pants as I watched his hole easily give under my touch and let me in.

I groaned softly at the heat of him surrounding my fingers, and I rasped, "Your needy hole doesn't seem to think so."

I fucked my fingers deeper inside of him, and when I curled them up against his prostate, the yelp of pleasure that he let out made my cock jerk.

I reached down with my free hand, fumbling with the button on my jeans for a moment before I was able to free myself with a sigh of relief.

I groaned when I wrapped my hand around my cock, and pulled my fingers out just a little before fucking them in deeper, stroking myself slowly in time with my thrusts into Xander's ass.

"Are...are you touching yourself?" Xander did a good job sounding scandalized with the question, and I snickered, continuing to stroke myself as I leaned forward and pressed my lips against the teeth marks that I'd left on his ass cheek earlier.

"Mm.

Does that bother you, baby?"

"Yes!" Even more scandalized, making me laugh.

"Lance...you can't...oh, fuck..."

His protests cut off with a choked moan when I curled my fingers against his prostate again, massaging it relentlessly this time.

His cock jerked and continued to leak with every thrust of my fingers inside of me, and he whimpered, his hips thrusting back against my fingers as if he couldn't help how much he wanted it.

"There you go," I cooed, lowering my voice.

I squeezed the head of my cock one more time before releasing myself - I could already feel my orgasm getting close, and I wanted to stave it off for as long as possible - and I reached up to spread his ass with one hand so that I could watch my fingers disappear into his hole over and over, the my knuckles tugging at the rim every time my fingers bottomed out.

"See, baby? This doesn't have to be so hard.

You're helpless.

Can't do anything to stop it. You might as well enjoy it, right?"

I laughed again, gently stroking my fingers over his cheek to make sure that he knew that I was still there for him.

These sorts of scenes always ran along the line of dubious consent a little too finely for my comfort, and when I'd done them in the past, there was always a lengthy conversation with my costar beforehand to make sure that no lines were crossed.

With Xan, though, I knew that we were okay.

I still wanted to check in, to remind him that I was there and it was all fine, but he knew that it was all pretend, and that my feelings for him...

God, my feelings for him were so intense that it was taking everything inside of me not to blow the scene, stand up, and bottom out inside of him with my cock right then and there.

I wanted to feel the slick heat of him around me so badly that my head spun with it, and it was only by harnessing every ounce of professionalism that I had that I was able to keep my head in the game.

His hip gently pressed back against my fingers, the movement so minute that I knew that it wouldn't be caught by the cameras, and I pulled my fingers out again, dragging them slowly until just the tips were resting inside of him.

Then I thrust three fingers in, and he let out a choked moan at the stretch.

"Mm.

Look at you, big guy.

Nice, strong, straight man, taking my fingers up his ass like a fucking pro.

Are you sure you've never thought about this?" My voice lowered until it was a husky rasp, gravel in my throat, and Xander clenched eagerly around my fingers as I thrust them into him.

He'd given up any pretense of protesting, instead thrusting back against my fingers with tiny, aborted motions, and whining quietly, though I knew that the microphone inside the washer would more than pick him up.

"No," he managed, his voice barely holding on.

He sounded fucking wrecked already, and I laughed as I massaged the spongy, swollen lump of his prostate again, making his hips jerk.

"Mmm.

You sure? Never tried slipping a finger inside of yourself before?" I pulled my fingers all the way out, and then thrust my fourth finger in, stretching him wider even than my cock would.

He tensed around my fingers and I stroked my thumb over his ass again, reassuring him, but I didn't pull my fingers out.

How could I, when his rim was tight and shiny with the stretch, his walls so fucking snug around my fingers that they were practically choking them, and every bit my fingers nudged deeper inside of him tore another desperate moan out of my lover's lips, making my cock so hard that it hurt.

"See, I think that you're lying to me," I said conversationally, my voice husky.

I pulled my four fingers almost all the way out before I thrust them in again, and I faintly heard one of the crew - or maybe Dorian, if I caught the tones right - let out a choked little sound, as well as an almost silent "Fuck."

I didn't turn to look.

Years of practice had me ignoring the reactions from the peanut gallery.

All that mattered was the man in front of me, the one under my hands, and the way that every muscle he had was trembling under my touch.

He clenched around my fingers, but his muscles were so stretched and loose now that all that did was flutter his muscles around the digits, and I laughed.

"Poor baby," I teased, spreading my fingers a little. The stretch was harder than the others, but the muscles still gave as I continued, "All needy and gaping. Your hole wants to be fucked, Jay. You can tell yourself that you're straight all you want, but you can't deny how hard your cock is right now, or the way that your hole is giving me everything that I fucking want."

My cock throbbed at the desperate moan that he let out, and I thrust my fingers all the way home, watching with hooded eyes as his rim stretched around the width of my knuckles, straining.

I stopped before I truly hurt him, but the sight inspired the next words out of my mouth.

"I bet that you could even take my fist right now if I wanted to.

I could turn you into my cute little hand puppet and you wouldn't be able to do anything to stop me, would you? Would you even try, Jay? Or would just moan like a desperate little slut that wants to be fucked by someone who can finally overpower you?"

The words were barely out of my mouth when Xander's entire body stiffened, and I watched with astonishment and arousal as his cock jerked, and then he spilled all over the side of the defunct washing machine.

His hole clamped down around my fingers, pressing their tips more firmly against his prostate, and my cock throbbed at the sight of Xander falling apart on my hand, with nothing but my fingers in his ass and my filthy words to get him over the edge.

"Did you just...come untouched?" I wasn't faking the awed tone of my voice and there was some shifting just off set, everyone just as astonished as I was.

"Um." Xan's voice was wrecked, and the next moment, I was on my feet, pulling my fingers out of his ass and shoving my jeans down just enough that they wouldn't be in the way before I grabbed his hips, lined up, and slammed home with one sharp thrust.

"You're.

Fucking.

Mine," I snarled, setting a brutal pace.

His hole was loosened enough from my fingers that it wasn't a stretch for him to take him, the warmth of his walls perfectly snug and slick around me as I pounded into him.

Xander whimpered, pressing back against me with each thrust, and I could barely see straight as I chased my own orgasm, so fucking close from how turned on my man was.

God, my man.

My boyfriend.

This was intense.

He had just come on my fingers without me even touching his cock.

Could I make him do that at home? I was going to have to try.

Maybe I could even tie him up so that I could edge him for hours before finally giving him what he wanted...

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chanted, my head falling back as I groaned.

Ordinarily, I embellished my sounds a little bit for the cameras, knowing that the exaggeration was part of the fantasy that we sold to our subscribers.

But in this moment - in every scene with Xander, if I was being perfectly honest with myself - I didn't have to.

Every grunt and groan that fell from my lips was aggressive and intense and real, and all too soon, my orgasm barrelled forward, and I knew that I would be apologizing to Dorian for shooting my load too quickly after the take was done.

"Lance...please..." Xander's breathy, desperate moans drove to the edge, and I lifted one hand to slap his ass hard enough that I left a bright pink imprint behind.

"You're not going to keep this tight little hole from me anymore, are you, straight boy?" I taunted, gripping so firmly that his skin was white under my fingertips.

My orgasm was right there, my balls tight against my body as I chased the pleasure, and I slapped Xander's ass again as I growled, "Fucking answer me."

"I...no...Lance, fuck!"

Xander cried out, another thump sounding from inside the machine, and then his hole tightened around me as his cock jerked between his body and the machine, and I saw it spill for the second time - untouched - in less than ten fucking minutes.

The sight of his pleasure was the last straw.

I tumbled over the edge, letting out a hoarse yell of pleasure as I slammed home inside of him one final time and emptied everything that I had into his fluttering hole.

I hissed out my pleasure as I continued thrusting until the sensitivity was too fucking much, and then I stilled, my cock still buried inside of him as I caught my breath.

"Cut.

That was great, guys.

Let's take twenty before we do filler shots." Dorian's voice was awed and amused at the same time, and I came out of my head and the fuzz of pleasure, looking towards him and Emmett, who were both looking as us like cats that had caught a particular delicious canary.

"Great," I said hoarsely, looking down.

I gently extracted myself from Xander's body and smoothed my hand over his lower back, and then gently patted his hip as I took a step back.

"Need help out of there, Xan?"

He chuckled, the sound soft and a little dreamy, and after a moment - and some careful adjustment - he pulled out of the machine, immediately sinking to the ground with his legs stretched out in front of him.

His eyes were glazed over, his cheeks pink, and he reached up and ran a hand through his hair as he caught his breath.

"Fuck, Tris," he said, looking up at me with a slightly dopey smile on his face.

"You came twice," I said, crouching in front of him.

“Without me touching your cock.” I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and stroked my thumb up the side tenderly, smirking.

"I didn't know that you could do that."

He giggled, the sound a little hysterical sounding, and he shrugged.

"Yeah, me either," he agreed.

I chuckled, then leaned forward to press a sweet kiss to his lips while the crew walked and worked around us.

"You okay? I went a little harder than I meant to," I said, pulling back to check his face over.

He nodded, smiling.

"I'm good, Tris.

But thank you for asking."

The soft sincerity of his voice made my heart twist, and I smiled.

"Anytime, baby boy."