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Pran was no stranger to being short on cash. He wanted to move out of his parents' place soon and he didn’t want to study what his mom wanted him to, so he promised her that he would pay for everything and she wouldn’t have to worry about it, tuition, rent, materials, food... But in his second year of uni, he could barely keep up with the bills and he needed some cash, fast. After getting rejected from his fourth job interview that week, he decided to go out for drinks with his friends and not think about the subject of his rent being due in just a couple of days. 

When he came back home, still tipsy, he realised he was horny too, but he hadn’t flirted with anyone, so jerking off would have to do. He opened his phone and lazily looked for porn, not finding anything that insterested him. It was a friday night, there were a lot of streamers on live and he couldn’t find a single one that scratched that itch, or even a studio video. He had the wild thought that he would be better than half of those so-called camboys, and, fueled by alcohol, he propped up his phone on his bedside table and turned on the camera. He never thought that being watched would be so hot, but it was. He made sure that his face wasn’t in the video and he used one of his dildos to get off. What surprised him was the number of people that tuned in and started leaving hundreds of comments about how hot he was. He had one of the most amazing orgasms of his life as a whopping three thousand people watched him and sent him insanes amount of money.

Two years later he had one of the most successful porn careers ever and he would never have to worry about rent again. 

Pran was used to his sex life being a little public. He went to an all-boys boarding school since was a kid, so when he reached his teenage years, everyone was experimenting with each other since there were no girls around. He realised pretty early on that he liked sex. Not only did he like it, he was good at it. There was something about him, about his image, that didn’t scream promiscuous, so he never got called out for the amount of sex he was having. But he had a lot, and he wasn’t ashamed of it, he liked it.

After doing the camboy business for a few months, he had his first offer to work on a studio. He was starting to get comfortable with showing his face on his videos, so he was getting more popular when people found out he was pretty too. He didn’t accept the offer, obviously. He did his very thorough research on every single porn studio in his city and finally found one that had good reviews and seemed to be the most legit. It was the most famous one too. He got signed and his career skyrocketed after that.

He graduated college with no debt and his parents never even found out what he did for a living. He was famous, but being famous in the gay porn industry didn’t mean anything, because most people who knew him were too afraid to admit that they knew him because they watched gay porn. So Pran could go on about his life without getting called out in public or by anyone he knew. 

He opened an OnlyFans and gained a million in the first month. Being so comfortable with money and starting at the best company in the city meant that he didn’t have to depend on the jobs they offered him. He could pick and choose whatever or whoever he wanted to and he could say no with a loud period at the end without giving any explanations.

“Okay, why not?” Korn asked as he let out a sigh after Pran said no to his most recent offer to do a scene. They were at his office and Pran was sitting in front of him with his arms crossed over his chest.

“I don’t want to.”

“You said you wanted to do a scene. This is a scene,” Korn was a pretty young director and he liked to pick his own actors. Pran liked working with him. The type of porn he shot wasn’t too corny and he mostly let him do whatever he wanted. He could also talk to him casually since they were of similar age.

“Korn, you know I don’t sleep with straight guys.”

“I didn’t say he was straight, I said he did straight porn.”

“Same thing.”

“Not the same thing,” he corrected and raised a finger at him. “Come on, Pran. I know him personally, he’s a great guy. And you don’t even know who it is.”

“Fine, who is it?” Pran mumbled and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Pat.” He looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

“Am I supposed to know who that is?”

“Pran, seriously? He’s been blowing up lately.”

“Yeah, in straight porn,” Pran said and leaned closer. “I don’t watch straight porn. Matter of fact, I don’t watch studio porn. You need to stop telling me pornstars' names and expect me to know them.”

“You don’t watch porn?” Korn asked, a little surprised.

“No, I make porn. The novelty is lost; I know when people are faking. I’m very particular about the porn I watch, okay? Why do you think I became a pornstar? I wanted to make the porn I wanted to watch.”

“Okay, we’re getting side-tracked. This is going to make a lot of money Pran, I’m serious. And I talked to him, because I know you, and he said it wouldn’t be the first time he’s had sex with a man. I know how much you hate baby gays.”

“I don’t hate them. I just won’t have sex with them.”

“Okay, well. What about him? He got the offer to do a gay scene and he asked for you, specifically.”

“Me? Why me?”

“Well, to quote him ‘if I’m doing gay porn for the first time might as well be with the best, right’?”

“That’s so corny.”

“Well, he likes you and he wants to fuck you. I thought you said you liked it when they wanted you.”

“Yeah, chemistry is better like that but… I don’t know, Korn. Guys that have only done straight porn… They don’t really know how gay porn works and I’m not feeling the whole teacher thing.”

“It’s not going to be like that, I promise. Okay, look. Let’s do this. Just do some research on him, watch his stuff. And then decide. You can say no when you have an educated opinion about this guy, okay? Trust me, you won’t regret it.”

Pran nodded slowly and grabbed the paper that Korn gave him with Pat’s information on it, there wasn’t a picture attached to it so he was a little curious of what he looked like. He only remembered to check up on him a couple of days later when he was on the phone with Wai and he asked him about work.

“Oh, right, Korn offered me a scene, but it’s with a straight guy, so I don’t know if I’m going to do it.”

“You haven’t done a proper scene in a really long time, maybe you can take it and ask them to change the guy?” Wai replied, he’d gone to uni with him and helped him with a lot of filming when he’d just started so he was pretty familiar with what he did.

“The scene isn’t for me. They offered him to do gay porn and he asked for me, so only thing I can do is refuse and wait for something else to pop up for me. Which is fine, but I do want to do a scene, long one, in the near future.”

“Do you know who the guy is?”

“Some guy named… Pat? I think?” He heard Wai gasp and he frowned, knowing that Wai probably knew the guy.

“Pat? Holy shit, is he going to do gay porn now?”

“You know him?” Pran asked, a little baffled.

“Everyone knows him, Pran. He’s really hot.”

“Wait, you watch straight porn?”

“No, not really. But Pran, he’s the type of pornstar that you watch for him, not his female co-stars, so you know he’s really good because nobody gives a fuck about the guys in straight porn.”

“I don’t even know what he looks like, is he hot?” Pran mumbled as he opened his laptop and typed a porn website to look for the guy.

“Out of this world. His dick is huge and he fucks like a God.”

“Jesus, okay, you clearly like him…” Pran mumbled as he chuckled and his eyebrows raised when the page loaded and he saw his profile picture on the website. “Okay, yeah, he’s hot…”

“You’re saying that like you’re surprised. Did you doubt me?”

“You think Korn is hot.”

“He is!” Pran rolled his eyes without dropping his smile. He scrolled through Pat’s videos and read the titles, they were all fairly normal, nothing too weird. Thankfully, that was a green flag for him. “Pran, I think I would pay to let him fuck me, you are really lucky.”

“You’re exaggerating…”

“I’m not! Is he gay-for-pay or does he actually like men?”

“Apparently he does like men and he’s fucked men before.”

“Well? Why don’t you want to fuck him if he has experience?”

“He has experience fucking men in his personal life, fucking a man in front of a camera is very different from fucking a woman. I did a scene with a guy that had only done straight porn and it was torture.”

“Why? What do they do different?”

“They’re a bit too rough, and they think they can make you come more than once. With girls it’s fine, the more times they come the better the video. But with gay porn, if someone comes before they have all the footage, it’s bad. And I have to be extra careful not to come just because they guy is incapable of dialing it back a little.”

“Okay… Yeah, Pat is kind of known for… Giving endless orgasms. I thought that was good.”

“It is, until you have an hour left of shooting and your dick can’t go on. I’ve been there and it’s not fun. But the money they’re offering is really good, and they would give me a lot of royalties. So if the video does well…”

“So you’re thinking about it?”

“Korn gave me some time to think about it and he told me to watch his stuff, which I will…” Pran mumbled as he scrolled though the videos for one that popped up to him.

“What will make you change your mind?”

“If watching him makes me want to fuck him. You know I don’t like faking it, I need to want him. I mean, apparently he wants me, so… Yeah, I just need to see if his videos turn me on.”

“Okay, I will leave you to it, then…”

“Fine bye—”

“Wait, if you say yes, can I go to the shooting?!” Wai yelled before he hung up the phone and Pran snorted.

“To watch me get fucked, to meet Pat or to see Korn and then ignore him like you don’t like him?”

“All of the above.”

“I will let you know if I say yes. But I highly doubt that…”

“Okay, but think about—”

“Bye Wai,” Pran said and hung up the call.

He shook his head slowly and left his phone on the table as he took his laptop to his bedroom. He layed on the bed and clicked on one of the videos that caught his attention. Pat was pretty much his type, he was handsome and muscly but not too much. And he remembered reading in his document that he was a few inches taller than him, it was hard finding someone taller than him since he was already pretty tall.

The video started with Pat making out with his co-star, he knew the girl because she’d done a few lesbian scenes, so he was surprised to see her there. He watched them making out for a little longer than was normal in a porn shoot, so he could tell that they were actually enjoying it.

Straight porn never turned him on, he just didn’t like women like that and the videos were always focused on them. So he focused on Pat and watched as he expertly touched her body and slipped his tongue inside her mouth. She was wearing a set of lingerie so Pran knew she wasn’t going to get naked any time soon. Pat was only wearing a pair of jeans, he looked good in them and he was pretty fit, the type of guy that Pran would love to flirt with if he met him when he was out. But he would also think that he was straight so he would never actually approach him. He couldn’t believe that this guy actually liked men, he seemed like such a straight stereotype.

Pat seemed to be pretty thorough on foreplay, to the point where Pran had to skip it because he was getting bored. He liked foreplay when it was done to him, but he wasn’t such a big fan of watching it. The scene seemed to be a one-take, Pran liked those because it meant that the two actors were just having sex, no directions.

He watched Pat fuck the girl as she moaned loudly, he knew those were real reactions, but it did nothing for him. He sighed and closed the video, scrolling further down to find something that would actually interest him. Most of his videos were all pretty similar and he still got millions of views, which meant that he was good at what he did. But Pran also knew that all the good content was usually behind a paywall and what he was finding on Pat in a free porn website was nothing compared to what he could find. So he pulled out his phone to text Korn.

Does this guy have any solo content?

After a few minutes Korn sent him a link with an account, Pran smiled and entered the website with the code Korn gave him. Pat had a whole account in that website so he knew he filmed with that company frequently. Pran had done a couple of shoots with them and he remembered it being a good experience. 

He mindlessly scrolled through the videos of him fucking girls, or even different girls at once, until his fingers finally stopped when he saw the thumbnail of a video with just Pat on it. Pran pursed his lips thoughtfully and clicked on the video, it wasn’t recent, it was from the year before and he knew that they were both pretty new to the industry. His two years meant nothing to the decade that most actors had on him. But he sometimes preferred to shoot with guys that didn’t have that much experience in comparison to him, only because they were usually more bossy and he hated when they acted like they knew better than him. 

Pat was the same age as him and he’d been doing porn for just over a year, so they must’ve started around the same time. Pat had ticked every single one of his boxes when it came to a shooting partner, he was his type, his dick was big but not too big, he worked with people he knew, and he had around the same experience as him. He just needed to get turned on by him. He wasn’t one to fake, he was actually a really bad faker and everyone could tell when he wasn’t enjoying the sex he was having. At the end of the day he was doing that because he liked sex and his solo content earned him enough money to turn down any guys that were bad in bed. The times that he’d done a shooting with someone else was because he genuinely wanted to have sex with them. Going into a shooting, excited to get fucked by the other guy or guys was a must for him.

The video started with Pat unbuttoning his shirt a little messily and just from the way his hands were moving he could tell that he was a little tipsy. He knew because he’d been there, but if Pat needed to get drunk in order to shoot, it would be a hard no for him. Suddenly, he spoke and Pran payed more attention.

“I know you guys wanna see me with May…” He slurred his words and smiled lazily at the camera as he leaned back on his chair. It was filmed on a webcam, which made him look even prettier. “Hate to say this to you, but we broke up and she definitely won’t be doing any more content. So this might be the last video…”

Pran frowned and checked the date, it was definitely from a year ago. Pat sounded drunk and horny, a little heartbroken, maybe. It reminded him a lot of that first live that Pran had done. But this wasn’t a live, he just recorded it and uploaded it to his channel.

After unbuttoning his shirt he snaked a hand down his pants and started undoing them so he could pull out his dick, he was already hard and panting and he hadn’t even touched himself. Pran kind of wanted to be in between his legs and watch him twist and twitch as he sucked his cock.

Pat licked his lips and leaned back against his chair as he started lazily stroking his dick. Pran watched every little movement.

“I know everyone’s going to ask why…” Pat mumbled, not faltering in his movements. Pran was wearing earphones so he felt like Pat was whispering right against his ear. He must’ve had a good mic. “But it was amicable, she just…” He pressed his lips together and suppressed a moan, which was hotter than if he’d outright moaned. “Didn’t agree with my preferences…”

Pran’s eyebrows twitched, he knew what that meant, she didn’t like that Pat was into men too. He’d heard way too many pornstars say that phrase before. Pat whimpered and slipped off his shirt with his free hand, ending up shirtless. He was bulkier than his most recent videos and Pran was kind of salivating already. 

“Ngh fuck…” Pat panted and sped up his movements, gripping the backrest of the chair with his free hand and dropping his mouth open in a silent gasp. It made his bicep stand out and his core contract, making his abs even more visible.

Those were the kind of reactions that Pran absolutely loved in men. He was tired of the endless panting and just cursing occasionally. He couldn’t resist a man that moaned and whimpered without a care in the world. He sighed and slipped a hand inside his underwear to start stroking himself at the same rhythm that Pat was going. 

“But I may keep filming if you guys don’t mind… It just might be a little boring without her in the videos, right?” He said and chuckled breathily, Pran wanted to wrap his hands around his neck and hear him chuckle right against his ear. “I just really like it… Mh, yes— Fuck that might be a little sick. I really like being filmed I guess.”

Pran smiled to himself and leaned back against the bed, the laptop to his side as he picked up the pace. He could relate to that. He needed him to keep talking, Pat had a smooth voice that was made for dirty talk. But he also liked to hear him moan and whimper, the sounds he was making were just music to his ears. He arched his back and watched pointedly Pat’s big hands going down on his own dicka s he imagined that he was the one jerking him off.

“Yes,” Pat moaned in a whisper and all of his muscles tensed. Pran imagined his hand around Pat’s dick as he listened to those reactions slowly rip out of him like he couldn’t help himself, because he couldn’t.  

“Oh my—” Pran choked and turned on his stomach when he felt himself get closer to the edge, but he didn’t stop stroking hismelf.

“God, yes,” Pat moaned, like he’d heard him and was finishing his sentence.

Pran smiled to himself and raised his hips off the bed so he could stroke himself better. He watched the screen as Pat twisted and moaned louder. He watched his dick and wished that it would be inside him, it looked perfect. Dropping his forehead against the bed, he moaned and whimpered, speeding up his movements. If he timed it well, maybe he could come at the same time as him. He watched the screen over his shoulder and saw as Pat had one of the best reactions he’d ever seen a guy have in porn. He wouldn’t be surprised if his career took off after that video. 

He frowned and dropped his jaw, feeling himself get closer to the edge. Pat arched his back away from the chair and stroked himself faster, dropping his mouth open in a silent gasp. Pran squeezed his eyes shut and arched his back as he came in his hand, right when Pat let out a high-pitched moan and came at the same time as him. 

He dropped onto the bed and moved his dirty hand away from his dick, panting harshly as he watched Pat do the same on the video and try to catch his breath. His chest was going up and down and it was sticky with cum. The video continued for a few more seconds where Pat looked like he was too tired to even move and then it cut off. He probably cut it in post because he’d spent a long time recovering from the orgasm, Pran had been there too and he liked that Pat was real enough to bask in the afterglow instead of thinking about the camera and the video. 

It didn’t end there. For the next couple of days Pran watched the rest of his videos, now venturing into the ones where he fucked women too. He just imagined himself in their position or focused on Pat. He didn’t have a lot of solo content, which was a shame because he was really good at it. He used Pat’s videos as his only source of masturbation material. Even went as far as playing one of his videos while he filmed himself for his OnlyFans. He played the video on mute and watched as Pat fucked a girl while holding her up in his arms. Pran always wished he could be fucked like that, but he was too tall and too big for anyone to even try. He came to the thought of Pat doing that to him and he got a ton of comments telling him how amazing and desperate he looked in the video.

He needed Pat to fuck him.

When he was absolutely sure of himself, he called Korn.

“Fine, I’ll do it,” he said, still thinking about the last orgasm he had where he didn’t even have to play a video to imagine Pat fucking him.

“Great! You won’t regret it. He’s very excited, trust me.” Pran wouldn’t say out loud that he was also pretty excited himself, but Korn probably knew because he never accepted a job if he didn’t really want it. “Do you want to meet with him before the shoot or something? He offered to meet you so you could go over do’s and don’ts and get more comfortable.”

“No, it’s fine. I prefer to meet him at the shoot, you know that.”

“Yeah, just checking. I’ll schedule everything and let you know when we have a date.”

 Pran hummed and said his goodbyes before he hung up the call. Two weeks later Pran was getting ready for the shoot. He fingered himself and used a dildo the night before to open himself up, but he refrained from coming. The next day Wai drove him to the studio and they went to one of the apartments where they usually shot. He thought the place looked a little boring, every piece of furniture was either white or grey, but that was normal for porn. At least it wasn’t at a studio room, he didn’t like how faked they looked, he preferred to shoot at apartments, it felt a little more real.

“Excited?” Wai asked him as they walked in. Pran suppressed a yawn, it was still pretty early and he never had coffee before a shoot. One of the only thing he didn’t like about porn was having to fuck someone for two hours straight before he’d even had breakfast.

“Actually, yeah,” Pran answered truthfully.

“I’m gonna hate it if he ends up being an asshole…”

“It wouldn’t be a first, but if he fucks well…” Pran mumbled and shrugged.

“I thought dickheads put you off.”

“He makes it up in hotness. But let’s hope he’s not an asshole,” he said as he opened the door to the apartment and walked in, they were just setting up. Korn immediately turned and smiled when he saw him.

“Hi, Pran,” he greeted him excitedly and then turned to look at Wai with a brighter smile. “Wai, it’s been a while since you came to a shoot.”

“Yeah, well, just showing support. Pran was a little hesitant,” he said and shrugged. Pran watched them with an eyebrow raised, he was hesitant, he wasn’t anymore. But he didn’t discredit Wai because he knew he had a bit of a crush on Korn. And it might be reciprocated, he still remembered how one of the producers tried to scout Wai and Korn immediately shot them down. 

“Pat?” Pran prompted, breaking their spell.

“In makeup. Here, I have to give you this,” Korn replied and pulled out a couple of papers from his clipboard. “You know the drill, just give them back to me before we start filming. Also, just a heads up, everyone is pretty excited about this shoot, especially some higher-ups, they're expecting this to be the scene of the year.”

“Huh, way to pressure me,” Pran mumbled and looked down at the paper.

“You’ll be fine. I’m just telling you because Deng is here to supervise everything and he definitely will have some suggestions that you may not like. I can only say no to a few things, the rest is completely up to you.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll stop him if I don’t like something, you know me.”

“Great then, do you want me to introduce you to Pat?”

“No, that’s fine, I can find my way,” he replied and left them to go to makeup.

He saw Pat sitting in the makeup chair, chuckling as he talked to the hairstylist. Pat saw him through the mirror as he walked up to him and he smiled brightly.

“Hi,” Pran said as Pat got up from his chair to properly greet him.

“Hi, nice to meet you, I’m Pat,” he introduced himself and immediately extended his hand for him to take. Pran smiled softly and took it.

“Pran, my pleasure,” he replied, happy with the introduction. He liked when people introduced themselves by name even if he probably knew that Pran must’ve known his name already.

“I know, I’m a big fan,” he said as he pulled out the other makeup chair so Pran could sit. Pran didn’t know where they found that guy but he couldn’t believe he was going to say no to shooting with him.

Nobody ever admitted to being a ‘fan’ in the industry. He actually got up from his chair to greet him, which barely ever happened when they were in the middle of makeup, and he introduced himself properly before pulling out his chair for him. Good manners was probably Pran’s weirdest kink.

“Really?” Pran asked and placed his stuff on the table in front of him.

“Yeah, I love your videos,” Pat admitted easily as he sat down on his chair again.

“Pat here was telling us that he has a subscription to your OnlyFans,” Milk, the girl from makeup, said when she started pulling out her bag to start working on Pran. He smiled and looked at Pat through the mirror.

“Yeah, and I hoped that that information would stay between us…” He mumbled and closed his eyes just as the hairstylist was putting hairspray on him.

“It’s fine, I’m flattered,” Pran replied and looked down at the makeup Milk was showing him.

“Just a bit of powder for the sweat, do you want anything else?” She said and Pran nodded and pointed at a pimple he had on his cheek. “No problem,” she assured him and reached for the concealers to look for his shade.

“Sorry I didn’t want to meet you before the shoot, I kind of prefer to leave some expectations for the day,” Pran apologised as he looked up to look at Pat through the mirror in front of them.

“Oh, it’s fine. Korn told me it was kind of a rule you have. We all have those, right?”

“Mh, what’s yours?”

“To not have sex with a scene partner outside of the studio,” Pat explained casually. “Novelty is lost after that, I think…”

“Didn’t you start with your girlfriend?” Pran asked him and Pat raised his eyebrows when he heard that. “Oh, sorry… Touchy subject?” Pran mumbled while Milk started to powder his face after putting on his concealer.

“No, not really. I’m just surprised you know that. I was told you didn’t know who I was.”

“Well, I did my research on you,” Pran replied proudly. “But I didn’t watch any of your older videos, just after you broke up with her.”

“That’s better, I don’t really like those old ones. I got scouted after we broke up. Apparently, a lot of people were watching us just for me,” Pat explained and chuckled sheepishly.

“I’m not surprised,” Pran said, a hint of flirting in his tone. Pat regarded him with a soft smirk on his face.

“Anyways, it’s not because of my ex that I don’t have sex with a scene partner outside of shoots. I just think there’s more chemistry on screen if we have to wait for a shoot to fuck.”

“Oh, yeah, I agree,” Pran mumbled and closed his eyes to help her with the makeup application. “So you wouldn’t shoot with someone you were dating?”

“No, I think it was a bad decision. It wasn’t the reason we broke up, but we got to the point were we only had sex when we filmed. I think you can only give it your all either in front of the camera or privately, and dating a scene partner jeopardizes one of those when you need both.”

“Huh, never thought of that,” Pran mumbled and turned to look at him, Pat looked at him for a few moments and Pran had to close his eyes again when she did his other eye.

“Mh, by the way, I was reading your consent list and I had a question…” Pran opened one eye and saw him reach for the papers in front of him. “What does ‘no acrobatics’ mean?”

“Oh, just… Crazy positions. Like, don’t try to put my legs behind my head or anything like that, I’m not flexible and I hate it.”

“Okay, noted,” Pat said as he nodded slowly and read the rest of the page. “Manhandling okay?”

“If you can,” Pran challenged him and loved the way that Pat looked up at him with a smirk.

“Are you difficult?”

“I’m not a twink.”

“I’m aware,” Pat replied, like he liked that. It made Pran shiver, he avoided his gaze when he started to get nervous.

“I actually didn’t get a chance to read yours…” He mumbled and reached for his papers right when Milk told him she was done and they started working on his hair.

“Hey guys, getting along?” he heard Korn’s voice and smiled up at him as he nodded. But his smile wiped off when he saw Deng was with him. He was a big shot producer from the company, probably there to supervise everything like Korn told him. Pran knew the guy and he didn't like him. He was old and old-fashioned, which means he was an asshole through and through.

Wai went to stand next to him without bothering the stylist too much. He also shot Ink a smile when he saw her next to Deng with her camera around her neck.

“So, we don’t really have a script for today, okay? So it’s easier for you guys, we wanted something more organic,” Korn started to tell them and Pran nodded slowly as he looked back at the papers in his hand. 

“But we still have some stuff we want you to do, okay?” Deng started to talk and Pran rolled his eyes. He went on and on about every position and sex act they wanted them to perform and Pran tuned him out, he knew he was going to do whatever he wanted.

Pran looked at the document in front of him as they talked to him. He was trying to concentrate on Pat's list of consents and read his last STD test results, but they were distracting him. They weren’t going to use condoms so he wanted to make sure that he was clean. But as soon as he heard the words “promotional pictures”, he raised his head.

“What kind of pictures?” He asked. 

“For promotion, we're going to take them before shooting and…”

“I know what ‘promotional’ means, I asked what kind. Are we talking penetration and stuff or just costuming?” 

“Uh, all of it, we want to show…”

“No,” Pran said simply and looked down at the paper again.

“What? Why not?”

“Just, no,” Pran replied and shrugged. The hairstylist squeezed his shoulder to let him know that she was done, Pran shot her a smile.

“Pran, work with me a little here… We can…”

“You either get the shots during filming or you get no shots. You know I don't like pre-filming photoshoots and you still schedule them on the same day. We can do it another day or if you really need the pictures today you can take them during. Not before and not after.”

“Why not after?”

“If I'm still able to do a photoshoot after filming, he didn't fuck me well enough,” he deadpanned and heard Pat snort next to him, he hoped that was a good sign.

“But—”

“No pictures before,” Pran said, looking straight into his eyes and focusing on each word. Deng sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Fine, we’ll take them during, I guess. Can you manage that?” He replied and turned to Ink, who nodded enthusiastically with a smile. “Okay, well… Good luck,” he said before he walked away with Korn.

“I told him you wouldn’t want a photoshoot before the scene, but he didn’t listen,” Ink told him and approached him, Pran chuckled.

“Can I ask why you’re so against them?” Pat asked and he turned to ook at him. 

“Pran hates them, he says that it ruins his mood for the shoot,” Ink explained and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, they were pretty close since he’d worked with her in a lot of sets.

“Sex on camera isn’t the same when your dick has already been inside me for three minutes straight, completely still, while we try to get a good shot. And the positions, the expressions… Everything is just so fake, I hate them.”

“Don’t worry guys, I’ll get the best shots during so they don’t have to call you for a photoshoot another day,” Ink assured them. “I’m gonna go make sure the lighting is good, I’ll see you later.”

Pat turned to look at Wai and smile at him when they were left alone, and Pran realised he hadn’t introduced them.

“Oh, right, this is my best friend Wai. He just came here to watch you fuck me because he really likes you… But don’t tell Korn that or he’ll get jealous.”

“Okay, wow. Way to expose me,” Wai mumbled and squeezed his shoulder, Pran chuckled and looked down at the papers in front of him.

“Nice to meet you,” Pat said and smiled brightly. Pran needed the shoot to start because he needed to fuck that man immediately. It wasn’t usual for other actors to be nice to people that weren’t staff members, some people didn’t like outsiders watching them have sex. Which was valid, but it didn’t justify the rudeness sometimes.

“You’re fine with him being here, right?” Pran asked.

“Yeah, no worries. I like an audience,” he replied and shrugged. The lust must’ve definitely shown on Pran’s face because Wai squeezed his shoulder again.

“Well, I’m gonna go find some snacks and leave you two to it,” he said and raised his eyebrows suggestively at Pran through the mirror reflection before he left.

“So, no choking? Who hurt you?” He asked casually after he read that on Pat’s list of ‘don’t’s. It was unusual to have that there, everyone enjoyed a bit of choking in porn, if done well.

“Bad experience in my personal life, it wasn’t during a shoot,” Pat explained casually.

“Nothing too bad, I hope?”

“I lost consciousness for a bit.”

“You’re joking,” Pran exclaimed and leaned closer after he gasped. They were both turned on their chairs so they could talk face-to-face more casually.

“It wasn’t as bad as it sounds. I was just bottoming and we both got carried away. It might’ve been the orgasm, or the choking, or both, who knows, but the guy was really apologetic and I was fine in the end. I actually like choking, I’d just rather do it with someone I’m really close to, and not for a shooting. It was just a… Yeah, really vulnerable moment, I wouldn’t want to go through that on a set,” he explained and Pran nodded along slowly. 

“Fair enough,” he mumbled and looked down at the paper before he said what he really wanted to say. “You bottom?” He heard Pat’s breathy laugh, which was music to his ears.

“Yeah, I love it. I just haven’t been able to do it on camera. My fanbase is mostly female so they’ve been asking for something like that. I just don’t really enjoy pegging, I prefer the real thing.”

“Really?” Pran asked surprisedly and looked into his eyes.

“Yeah. They offered me a gay scene to see if I could get some male fans.”

Pran needed the cameras to start rolling because he was about to jump this man any second now. He liked wanting to fuck his co-star, on-screen crushes were exactly what he was looking for in a scene partner, it was exaclty what he needed to do a good shoot. But he hadn’t felt like that for a scene partner in a long time.

“Men love you, though,” Pat pointed out and Pran chuckled as he nodded.

“Yeah, I guess. I get the odd woman looking at me weird on the street, but it’s mostly men.”

“Think they might like me?”

“They’re gonna love you,” Pran replied easily. Pat looked into his eyes before he spoke again, like he was debating on whether to say what was on his mind or not.

“This is a bit embarrassing,” he started and lowered his gaze as he chuckled. “But I— I’ve been following your career for a while now. I watched your first stream.”

“What?” Pran asked, his eyes bulging out of his skull. “The one where I was drunk?”

“Yeah,” Pat admitted and laughed. “I’ve been watching your stuff ever since.” 

“Wow, thanks…”

“My girlfriend didn’t know I liked men until she found out I watched your videos. Not that I was hiding it or anything, you just don’t tell your girlfriend what porn you watch, right? Especially if it’s something she can’t fulfill.”

“Right, yeah,” Pran said and nodded before he shook his head. “I mean, I wouldn’t know, I’ve never dated anybody. But I don’t tell people the porn I usually watch…”

“You’ve never dated anybody?” Pat asked, surprised.

“No, kind of difficult in our line of work, right?”

“A little, yeah,” Pat agreed and they both laughed. 

“So, in a way… Your career started because of me, right? Since they scouted you after your girlfriend broke up with you,” Pran teased him and Pat threw his head back, letting out a loud laugh. 

“Yeah, in a way, I guess… And now you’re gonna introduce me to the gay porn scene, so… I gotta thank you again. My career is gonna skyrocket in a different direction now.”

“Yeah, we have a lot of pressure for this shoot…” Pran mumbled and rolled his eyes. 

“Well, I heard they might give you performer of the year if this goes well.”

“Oh God, I wouldn’t want that. Plus, I don’t deserve it, there are so many other actors that actually do so many movies and they’re good at it. I just do one every few months, they just go viral somehow.”

“People like you.”

“I don’t want to get too much attention that it would jeopardize my personal life. I just…” He sighed and smiled. “I wanna go hard for a couple of years and then retire when I have enough money to be set for life. I started porn to pay my way through college, so I would like to use that degree at some point.” 

“What did you study?”

“Art design.”

“Wow, that sounds fancy.”

“Not a lot of job opportunities though, which is why my mom hated the idea and I had to pay for it myself.” 

“Do your parents know you do porn?”

“Not exactly. They know I’m in the industry, because it’s hard to hide that. But they think I’m in charge of the studio designs, not the actual fucking.” 

“Oh God, really?” Pat asked and started to laugh.

“Yeah, I told them I did set design because they heard me talk about a shooting over the phone. But I couldn’t exactly tell them which movie it was for because they’d wanna watch it, so I just came clean and told them it was porn so they would stop asking. Thankfully neither of them watch porn, much less gay porn, so I’m good. Do your parents know?”

“Yeah, they do. They’re pretty supportive actually. I was just a mechanic before I did this, so they were really surprised when a lot of money started coming in.”

“You like cars?”

“Love them. You can imagine the questions I got when I was finally able to buy a Corvette.” Pran raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard that, he didn’t know much about cars, but he knew that wasn’t cheap.

“Wow, good money, then?”

“Yeah. I imagine not as much as you. You must be making bank in OnlyFans, right?”

“I think I could retire tomorrow, honestly,” Pran confessed and he laughed when he saw Pat’s surprised expression.

“Shit, maybe I should get on that too…”

“Guys, we start in ten,” Korn called them and they both turned their heads.

“Okay,” they said in unison.

“I’m gonna go get changed,” Pran told him and grabbed his clothes to go to the bathroom, Pat only nodded since he was already wearing his clothes for the shoot. 

Before getting changed he made sure that he was loose enough that Pat could just slide in without hurting him. Which meant that he fingered himself a little bit in the bathroom after taking out the buttplug he’d been wearing. He honestly couldn’t wait for Pat to get inside him. He was already half hard when he slipped on his pants and he knew he’d be fine. Pat’s documents said that he always went natural and aside from STDS they also provided them with drug tests results, which meant that he knew they were both pretty clean people.

He walked into the set ready to get started, barefoot, with just a pair of jeans and a white button up with the first couple of buttons undone. He approached Pat and Korn to give him his consent and filming form signed. Pat was wearing a darker wash of jeans with a black t-shirt that accenctuated his muscles in the best way. He also had a silver chain around his neck, but he had an inkling that it was his because it wasn’t the first time he’d seen it on one of his videos.

“Okay, so. Do you guys wanna start on the couch and then move to the bed?” Korn asked them and Pran nodded slowly. 

“Yeah, couch is fine,” Pran replied and Pat agreed with a nod.

“Okay, you can go sit down, I wanna check that the lighting matches you guys well.”

They both walked up to the white couch they had on that fake living room. Pran definitely didn’t work in set design because if it was him it would look a lot better. 

Pat sat down and before Pran could do anything, he grabbed his hand and gently guided him to sit down on his lap, facing him. Pran smiled and placed his hands on his shoulders as he heard the staff move a few lights and adjust the cameras to make them look good now that they could see what they looked like on camera and on the set. Pat placed his hands on his hips and slipped his fingers inside his shirt until he touched his skin. He could feel the background fading as he looked into Pat’s eyes and his thumbs played with the chain on his neck. He didn’t think he’d felt so comfortable and safe around one of his scene partners since he started shooting studio porn.

“Okay guys,” Korn started but Pran didn’t move his eyes away from Pat’s. “You know the drill, only boxes you really need to check is anal and a blowjob, but apart from that you can do whatever you’re comfortable with. No dialogue, so you can talk and we’ll cut out whatever doesn’t fit, so don’t worry,” he explained and Pran nodded slowly. “If you want to strip comfortably we can take a break, we just need some clothed shots. Also just let us know if you need to stop at any point, okay? Can anyone—?” He asked and a moment later Pran heard someone clapping once next to one of the mics. “Cool, and we’re rolling. You can start whenever you want to.”

Pran knew they’d already started the moment they sat down on the couch. Pat had his hands around his waist under his shirt and he was slowly rubbing his thumbs on his skin. It felt kind of intimate to have Pat touch him in a way that the camera couldn’t see, it was hard getting that when shooting porn, and it let him know that Pat also really wanted him. He slipped his hands from his shoulders to the back of his head to bury his fingers into his hair as he leaned in. Pat had a smirk on his face, like he couldn’t wait to kiss Pran, but they didn’t kiss immediately. He rubbed their noses playfully before he dipped his head and captured Pat’s bottom lip between his teeth. He could tell Pat liked that by the way he gripped his waist. He dived in for a kiss and felt himself heat up when Pat kissed him back. They kissed slowly for a while, savoring each other like they’d been wanting to do since they saw each other. He couldn’t believe that a guy like Pat had been following his career for so long, and he was glad he’d agreed to do the shoot with him in the end.

He opened his mouth into the kiss and slipped his tongue inside, wanting to absolutely devour Pat. He moved his hips and pressed his chest against him when Pat brought him closer by his waist, that’s when he noticed that Pat was just as hard as he was. He could tell that Pat was the type of pornstar that got into the business because he genuinely liked sex, just like him. He thought those were the best scene partners, people that were in it for the money or the fame were just straight up boring.

He moved his hips against him, trying to get some friction as he pulled and threaded his fingers into his hair, parting his lips more widely each time they moved their lips together. Pat started to touch his torso under the shirt, so slowly that it made Pran shiver. He only took his hands out just to start undoing the buttons on his shirt.

“Pat, can you rip it open?” They heard Korn ask and Pran couldn’t help but chuckle as he leaned away. It was normal for the director to give instructions that they would later cut in post, but it always caught Pran off-guard. Pat snorted and now they were both chuckling. “Guys, stop laughing and go back to what you were doing, it was good.”

“Don’t interrupt us, then,” Pran told him and tried to stop laughing so they could go back to it. He leaned back and placed his hands on Pat’s knees behind him, raising an eyebrow at him. “So?” He teased him and Pat smirked as he raised his hands and grabbed his shirt, ripping it open and making all the buttons scatter into the ground. He even made it look easy. Pran smiled and grabbed the back of his neck to start kissing him again.

At one point he got tired of only feeling the fabric of his t-shirt against his skin, so he pulled back and made him raise his arms to take off his t-shirt and throw it on the ground. Pat had a very nice body, the type of body that Pran would spend hours admiring. He leaned down and started kissing down his neck, biting and sucking, making sure he didn’t leave any marks. 

Pat sighed and leaned his head back, resting it against the couch. He lowered his hands to his hips and slipped them into his pants, grabbing his ass and encouraging him to keep going. Pran caught one of his nipples into his mouth and grabbed Pat’s waist, arching his back so it would be easier. He could tell Pat liked it because he was arching his back into him and sighing in pleasure. He felt one of the cameramen get behind him, probably to capture Pat’s expression over his shoulder, and he immediately realised that he couldn’t wait for the video to be out. He needed to see Pat in pure ecstasy while he touched him. He’d been craving those beautiful reactions of him since he saw his first solo video.

He needed to see his face again, so he got down to his knees and started unbuttoning his pants. He looked up at him and focused on Pat’s eyes, knowing that there was a camera pointed at him right behind Pat too. There was usually a couple of handheld cameras in charge of capturing the close-up shots and then a few standing ones to get the other ones. He didn’t mind when the hand-held cameras got close to him, but he always felt like he had to play it up every time they were pointed at him. With Pat, it just felt natural.

He gave him a seductive look as he lowered his pants and took a hold of his dick, it looked just as perfect as it did on camera. Pat was the type of person that looked even better in person, but since he was already handsome on camera, Pran had to agree with Wai, he was out of this world. He jerked him off a couple of times before he leaned in and wrapped his lips around the tip. Pat leaned his head on his shoulder and buried his fingers on Pran’s hair as he looked at him with a lazy smile on his face, encouraging him. 

Pran looked down and grabbed whatever didn’t fit into his mouth with both of his hands. He lathered his tip with spit every time he licked the tip before going down again. He loved the way Pat was threading his fingers on his hair and his moans. He absolutely loved men moaning when he went down on them, he was tired of the panting and cursing, he just loved a good, real, and raw reaction to pleasure without the actor wanting to seem manly just because they were topping. Maybe it was because Pat bottomed in his personal life, but his reactions were music to his ears, encouraging him to go faster and take him completely into his mouth. He got tired of the fabric of his jeans getting in the way, so he only stopped sucking his dick to take off Pat’s pants, who helped him by raising his legs. 

With Pat naked in front of him, Pran pulled out his best trick and planted both of his palms on Pat’s thighs before he started going down and taking his entire dick into his mouth. His tongue out and his throat open, Pat whined and gripped his hair even harder, pulling on it. He stayed there for a few moments, holding his breath and ignoring the gagging sounds he was making when he wasn't actually gagging. Sucking dick always ellicited the weirdest sounds in a shoot. He relaxed his jaw and went up to suck his tip for a bit. After bobbing his head a few more times, he decided to stop only because he didn’t want him to come and they still had a couple of hours left of shooting. He didn’t know how long they’d been doing that, but he knew it wasn’t short.

He wiped his mouth and Pat helped him up to kiss him, but he didn’t let him sit on his lap. He started unbuttoning his jeans slowly, looking up at him seductively as he left a trail of kisses on his lower stomach. Pran placed a hand on his head and looked down at him, loving the way that Pat was undressing him slowly. He helped him get off of his jeans, so that they were both naked finally. He grabbed him by the hips to pull him closer after Pran stepped off his pants. He thought he was going to get him on the couch again, instead, Pat took a hold of his dick and started sucking on it like he’d been thinking about doing that for a long time. 

“Oh— my God,” Pran gasped as his hand gripped Pat’s hair a little tighter.

It was a little unusual for the top to give a blowjob in a porn shoot, but Pran wasn’t complaining at all. Pat was good at it, it was clear it wasn’t the first time he was sucking dick and he seemed to like it. Pran’s knees went weak, but Pat held the back of his legs so he wouldn’t stumble as he went down on him. Soon enough, Pran was moaning and panting loudly.

Pat only stopped because he didn’t want him to get too close to the edge. He slipped his hands on his waist and left a trail of kisses on his stomach before he pulled him close and made him sit on his lap again. Pran sighed and buried his fingers on his hair, getting close to his face but not kissing him. He tried to catch his breath as he looked into his eyes before Pat leaned in and kissed him. Pran immediately opened his mouth and deepened the kiss, trying to get as close to him as he could, so he could feel his warm skin against his body. He wanted to make out with Pat for hours on end, and he kept thinking about how he was going to bring it up to Pat, because he needed to continue kissing him even when the cameras stopped rolling. 

He could tell that Pat felt the same about kissing him because they tried to stop a couple of times, knowing that they needed to get with the program, but they just went back to kissing each time. Pran felt proud of himself when he thought about the fact that he didn’t remember Pat being so thorough at kissing his costars.

“Guys, your dicks, you have to use them at some point,” Korn called out and they both snorted, which is the only way that they were able to stop kissing. The director was usually the only one that could speak during a shoot, Korn liked to engage with the actors and give light directions, which Pran usually didn’t mind, but he wanted to kill him now.

“You hear anything?” Pat whispered as he kissed his jaw. Pran smiled and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, bringing him closer into a hug as he chuckled.

“No, nothing. Weird,” he replied as he grabbed Pat’s jaw to angle his face upwards so he could lick his lips and go back to kissing him.

He didn’t know for how long they kissed, but he didn’t care, he needed his tongue tangled with Pat’s or else he’d have a meltdown. Even though he felt a little desperate for him, they were still making out at a slower pace than was normal for porn. Pat was caressing his body with his hands as he kissed him, and at one point, he grabbed his thighs to bring him closer. Pran was so wrapped up in kissing him, he didn’t notice the moment Pat grabbed the back of his thighs firmly, so he gasped and held on tighter when he got up from the couch, carrying him. 

Pat even made it look easy, but Pran’s eyes bulged out of his skull as Pat walked to the bed and kissed his neck before dropping him on the edge of the bed and going down with him. Pran wasn’t used to his co-stars even attempting to pick him up. He was taller than most guys and he wasn’t exactly skinny. The only reason they type-casted him as a bottom in porn was because of the content he used to make back when he was camming. He knew they would’ve casted him as a top if he started in studio porn. He topped from time to time, but there was nothing like another guy manhandling him. Pat was only a couple of inches taller than him, but he made him feel like it was light work for him picking him up and placing him on the bed.

“Pat,” he couldn’t help but moan as Pat kissed down his body and grabbed his legs with one hand as he slipped two fingers inside him with his other hand.

He threw his head back and closed his eyes. His legs were still wrapped around Pat’s hips and he was open enough that Pat didn’t have to finger him for long before he started to slip inside him. Pran gasped and opened his eyes, raising his head and looking into his eyes as Pat slowly thrusted inside him. 

“Fuck,” Pran moaned and closed his eyes, grabbing Pat by the back of his neck to bring him closer until their foreheads were touching. “You’re so good…” He whispered against his lips as he felt Pat hit every good spot inside him.

Pat was moaning against him and the only thing he wanted to do was elicit more of those sounds out of him. He moved his arms and grabbed him by the waist so he could guide his hips inside him, raising his legs a bit more. Pat looked down at himself and grabbed the base of his dick.

“Guys, do you need lube?” Korn asked and Pat straightened his back, nodding slowly and extending one hand to signal them to give him the bottle.

Pran sighed and closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath. They were so wrapped up in each other he almost thought that Pat would refuse the lube just to not break the spell. But he was glad he didn’t, even though Pran made sure to be open and ready for him, lube went a long way when they still had at least an hour of shooting ahead of them. He could also take a mini break before the pounding actually started.

Pat gently grabbed the back of one of his legs after pouring some lube on his fingers.

“Mh, wait,” Pran said before he turned around and got on his hands and knees, moving up the bed a little bit so Pat could kneel on the mattress and get more comfortable.

Pat grabbed his hip and poured some lube directly on his entrance before he gave them back the bottle so it wouldn’t be on the shot. Pran sighed as soon as he felt Pat’s fingers slowly slip inside him. He saw from the corner of his eye Korn speaking to Deng behind the preview screen, so he raised himself on his hands and turned his head over his shoulder to talk to Pat since he knew they would cut that out.

“Muscle bragging? Picking me up like that?” Pran asked with a lazy smile on his face. Pat smiled back and left a kiss on his shoulder before he replied.

“I know you liked it,” he teased him as he moved his fingers inside him. Pran sighed and nodded slowly.

“Yeah, I did,” Pran agreed and arched his back into him. Pat’s fingers were bigger than his and he loved them inside him as they expertly opened him up, he was definitely experienced.

“Are you working tomorrow?” Pat asked casually and Pran couldn’t help it when he dropped his head and started laughing loudly. It was such a nice way to tell him that he was going to get fucked within an inch of his life, to the point where he wouldn’t be able to work the next day, and Pran was so excited.

“No,” Pran replied easily and looked over his shoulders right on time to catch Pat smirk before he leaned in and kissed him deeply.

Even if it was a weird angle, the kissing was still amazing and Pran didn’t want it to stop. They made out for a while as Pat made sure that he was open. He only stopped kissing him when he was about to guide his dick inside him again.

Pat pushed inside him and Pran gasped. He understood why Korn had stopped to ask them if they needed lube, Pat hadn’t been going all the way inside him when he was fucking him earlier. But now he was and Pran felt like he could see stars. It was definitely not the biggest he’d had, but that was only because he was a pornstar so he saw dicks that were insanely large. Pat’s was way bigger than average but not too big that it would hurt. He hit every soft spot inside him and made him moan and whimper as soon as he started thrusting inside him. 

He was fucking him at a slow pace, stopping when his hips touched Pran’s skin, burying himself deep inside him. At one point Pat grabbed his hips and Pran had to brace himself on the bed because he knew he was going to pick up the pace. He started slow but soon enough was pounding into him. 

He arched his back and gasped loudly when Pat hit his prostate at the slight change in position. He bit his lip and lowered his head, but Pat kept going. Pran dropped his jaw open when Pat hit his prostate again and he moaned loudly, closing his fists around the sheets.

“Slow down,” he asked, breathlessly, reaching a hand back to place it on Pat's stomach.

Pat immediately slowed down, but he grabbed Pran's waist more firmly and started thrusting into him a little deeper. Pran frowned, holding the bedframe and closing his eyes as he let out a moan. He didn't know how Pat was doing that but he was hitting every good spot inside him as he slowly drove into him. Pran frowned and let out a gasp when he felt something on his lower stomach, but he'd already asked Pat to slow down. So he just focused on trying not to come yet.

Pat started kissing down his back as he slowly thrust into him, and Pran had to quickly reach between his legs. 

“Wait, wait—” he tried to stop him as he closed his fist around the base of his dick to stop himself from coming. But Pat thrust inside him because he didn't have time to react, and that's when Pran groaned loudly and came all over himself. “Fuck!” He yelled and leaned away from Pat, closing his legs and dropping his chest on the bed. He hadn't even held it in for that long, but the aftershocks were driving him crazy.

He hid his face inside the crook of his elbow and panted. At some point Pat had pulled out and he wasn’t touching him anymore. Pran sighed loudly and dropped onto the bed, turning around and knowing that the silence around the studio wasn’t a good sign. A pin drop could be heard, but it was really just Pran’s loud panting.

“Pran, you did not just come,” he heard Korn deadpan to his left. He covered his face and snorted.

“Sorry…” He mumbled, a little embarrassed. “I can go again, just… Give me a minute.”

“A minute? Jesus, okay, let’s take fifteen…” Korn told everyone and got up from his chair.

He sighed and looked up at Pat, who was still kneeling behind him and wasn’t touching him, Pran was grateful for that because he didn’t want to get overstimulated.

“I feel like I should apologise…” He mumbled, a slight smirk on his face.

“You motherfucker… This isn’t straight porn, you know? You can’t just make me come a bunch of times, they need the shot.”

“I wasn’t even trying!”

“Are you joking? You were hitting my prostate dead on,” Pran deadpanned and Pat snorted.

“I didn’t notice. You were hiding it very well…” Pat mumbled and shrugged. Pran chuckled and covered his face with his arm, he felt the bed shift next to him and he knew that Pat had sat down next to him. “Are you sure you can go again? That looked… Intense.”

“Just need a moment,” Pran mumbled without moving his arm away from his face.

“Do you need some water or something?”

“No, I’m good…”

Pat moved his arm and placed it on the other side of Pran’s hip, leaning over his body. Pran only moved his arm away from his face and looked up at him when he felt Pat’s hand gently touching his side and caressing his hip slowly with his thumb. He loved eye-contact, and it felt even more intense with Pat. He raised his hand and touched his neck, immediately fidgeting with the chain around his neck. Pat was giving him a soft smile as he touched him so carefully, like he couldn’t keep his hands away from him.

“You like it?”

“It looks good on you,” Pran replied with a lazy smile. He could hear the commotion around them, people talking, having a snack or adjusting the lights and mics, but it was like they were on their own little bubble. 

“You can pull on it if you like.”

“When the cameras start rolling or now?” Pran asked and hooked his index finger on it.

“Whenever,” Pat replied easily and Pran immediately started pulling on it slowly, bringing him down until their faces were inches apart.

Looking into Pat’s eyes made the entire room around them melt away.

“I—” Pat started in a whisper, very close to his face as he looked into his eyes. “You know, it’s weird, I love having sex in front of people. But you… Make everyone else disappear.”

Pran smiled and leaned his head up to leave a soft kiss against his lips. Pat still had his hand on his hip and he was rubbing it up and down slowly, stimulating him mindlessly, like it came natural to him.

“I’ve always wanted to do this with you,” he whispered when they stopped kissing. Pran was still looking into his eyes as he fidgeted with that damn thin silver chain that made him look so much hotter. There was nothing that made a man look hotter than being naked and having just one piece of jewelry. Pran was more into earrings because he could bit them and pull on them, but that necklace was doing things to him. 

“Since my first stream? Stalker.” Pran teased him, whispering too, not caring if the audio guy picked it up on his earphones. “Would you have done the scene if I’d said no?”

“No,” Pat answered easily and Pran’s heart skipped a beat. “No, I wanted only you,” he mumbled and leaned down to kiss his jaw before kissing his dimple and then his lips. Pran didn’t think someone had ever tried to make him hard again just by emotional connection alone, but it was working.

“You know…” Pran started with a lazy smile, and moved his hand to the side of his neck, resting his thumb on his cheek. “You watch my videos, right?” Pat hummed and nodded slowly. “Did you see the one I posted yesterday?”

“Of course,” Pat replied and leaned down to rub their noses together.

“I came to the thought of you,” he confessed and saw in real time as Pat raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Am I being up to par?” he teased and Pran shook his head slowly.

“No, you’re better…” The real thing was always better, but Pat was out of this world. “Am I up to par? After dreaming about me for two years?”

“Better than I ever imagined,” he whispered and leaned down to kiss him softly.

The kiss was even softer than when the cameras were rolling, which made it even better. Kissing in porn didn’t happen very frequently, not because it was frowned upon, most times directors encouraged it because a lot of viewers liked it. Which is why Korn didn’t complain again when they didn’t listen to him after he asked them to get to fucking. But most actors were too wrapped up in fucking and getting a good shot that they forgot to kiss. It happened to Pran too, even though he loved kissing.

So it was very common between pornstars to just kiss non-stop whenever they were having sex in their personal lives. Every pornstar had those little things that separated sex on camera and their private sex lives. For Pat it was just sex, since he didn’t want to fuck a scene partner outside of a shoot. For Pran it was soft kissing. Which is exactly what he was doing with Pat.

The cameras weren’t rolling yet and everyone was on a break, talking around them casually but not bothering them. It was pretty normal for actors to keep going on short breaks just so they wouldn’t lose their erection. Pran had yet to be on a shoot where they had a fluffer, it wasn’t really common anymore. Most young actors just went all natural, the ones that took enhancers were always the older ones. Pran had done a few shoots with those, since he didn’t look like a twink, they paired him up with someone older when they wanted a clear contrast between the roles of the actors.

Pat made him feel like none of that mattered and they were just having sex in his own bedroom. He moved very slowly, not moving his lips away from him as he kissed him, and got in between his legs. Which is when Pran noticed that he was getting hard again. He liked him so much, he never wanted Pat to stop touching him.

He knew they were gaining attention from people around the set when the volume around them suddenly went down. He didn’t have to open his eyes to know that they’d noticed that they just kept going. It was probably the first time Pran had gotten hard in such a short amount of time after coming so hard without even touching his dick in the process. 

He heard someone clap once and he knew they were filming again, they probably didn’t want to disturb them but they still had to coordinate the audio with the video, so the clap was necessary. But it didn’t take long before he forgot about everyone else in the room and he was only on the bed with Pat. 

He slowly slipped inside him and Pran stopped kissing him when he let out a whimper. He buried his fingers on his hair and pulled a little, Pat was thrusting into him so slowly, making sure that he didn’t overstimulate him too much and he didn’t lose his erection. But Pran didn’t think that Pat could do anything that could turn him off. Everything about Pat turned him on.

Pran wrapped his legs around his waist and encouraged him to go deeper. Pat snaked a hand between their bodies and started jerking him off at the same pace as he was thrusting into him, which was slow. He panted harshly and held his face close, resting their foreheads together and holding eye-contact. He didn’t know how Pat was holding it together, but he was glad he wasn’t just speeding up, but he could tell that Pat was doing it completely for him. He knew they kept going at it for a little too long because they were very rudely interrupted.

“Guys,” Pran almost flinched when he heard Korn’s voice, remembering that they were being filmed and watched by at least ten people. “I’m loving this. But I really need some… Pounding, okay?” Pran squeezed his eyes shut when Pat hit his prostate again slowly.

“Korn, shut the fuck up,” he told him and immediately buried his hand on Pat’s hair to bring him down. He wanted to kiss him but he was panting, and Pat was chuckling, probably at his response to Korn. “Keep going,” he encouraged him breathlessly as he nodded his head and opened his eyes to look up at him.

He very slowly started picking up the pace, slow enough that Pran didn’t even realise it. Pat buried his face on his neck and Pran held him there. He looked to the side to check if either Korn or Deng were pissed off that the shoot wasn’t as hard as they wanted it to be. But when he looked in their direction, his eyes a little unfocused from the pleasure, he saw Korn on his chair and Deng standing behind him with his arms crossed over his chest, they were looking at the preview on the screen in front of them with pinched concentration on their faces. But also with a satisfied smile, even nodding slowly. It was probably the first time he even saw Deng smile, so he knew he was doing a good job.

Getting fucked in front of so many people always turned him on. He loved streaming and reading the comments, but there was nothing like having sex in a room full of people and being the centre of attention. Even the costuming and make-up department had stayed behind to watch, he’d never seen an entire set so invested in what was going on in the bed. There was always someone a little distracted or looking down at their phone, but this time he didn’t see a single person that wasn’t looking at them. Except for maybe the cameramen and Ink, who were looking into the lens. Even Wai had his phone out, Pran always asked him to get some behind the scenes videos whenever he came along.

He turned his head to Pat and grabbed his face to kiss him again, wanting to forget the room around them and get back to his connection with him, after Korn’s interruption.

It wasn’t too hard to do that when Pat leaned back and hooked his hands on the back of his knees to make him bend his legs a little further. Pran sighed and rested his head against the pillow, panting harshly even though Pat wasn’t even pounding into him yet.

“Don’t stop,” he asked holding the sheets right next to his head and arching his back a little, even though he knew there was no way Pat was going to stop. 

He closed his eyes and threw his head back. Pat leaned down and started kissing down his chest, catching one of his nipples in between his teeth, making him whimper. Pran was so lost in the feeling of Pat’s dick inside him and his mouth on his nipples, that he hadn’t realised that Pat was still holding the back of his legs. He opened his eyes, knowing that Pat must’ve been leaning over him to reach his chest. He moaned loudly and grabbed him by the shoulders, Pat hesitated for a second, understanding what he wanted to do, but when he looked into his eyes, he followed him and leaned down to kiss him. Leaning so far down as Pat still held the back of his thighs, meant that his knees were almost touching his shoulders. He’d never been able to fold himself like that, since he wasn’t flexible. But he’d barely noticed when Pat was leaning closer and folding his legs over himself. He guessed he was so relaxed, everything went natural with them. And he always liked trying new things, as long as he was the one setting the boundaries, which he felt like he could do with Pat.

He dropped his jaw open and moaned loudly. Pat was going even deeper in that position and Pran moved his hands to hold his hips and guide them inside him. A little faster than before. His voice was going higher and he had to close his eyes at one point because the eye contact was driving him nuts. Pat slowly stopped when he realised that Pran was getting close to the edge, he didn’t even have to ask him to slow down or stop, it was like their bodies were completely attuned with each other. 

Pran couldn’t get enough of him and he needed more. So he grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down into the bed so he could get on top of him. Pat was looking up at him with a smile and he brought a hand up to cup his cheek so he could bring him down into a kiss. Pran could feel his thumb digging into where he knew his dimple was, everyone loved his dimples and he wanted Pat to know that he adored him touching them. 

He reached a hand back and grabbed his dick so he could blindly guide it into himself and start riding him. He set the pace this time, so he started going faster than before, getting his fill of Pat like he couldn’t get enough. Because he couldn’t. Pat was grabbing his waist and holding on for the ride, letting him do whatever he wanted to him.

He placed his hands on his chest and enjoyed the feeling of his pecs under his palms, Pat was very fit. He moved his hips a little faster, loosing himself in the feeling of Pat inside him. He had his eyes closed when he felt Pat’s hand wrap around his fingers, so he opened them and looked down. Pat was looking into his eyes as he slowly guided his hand up, Pran didn’t realise what Pat was doing until he had his fingers wrapped around his neck. His hips faltered but he trusted Pat and closed his hand, not pressing too hard. He felt like Pat had trusted him with something so intimate that Pran had to be careful not to fuck up.

“Yes,” Pat moaned and leaned his head back when Pran pressed his thumb on the side of his neck, choking him very gently.

Something snapped inside of Pran the second he heard that moan and he placed his other hand on Pat’s shoulder to hold on. He started bouncing on his cock like it was the last thing he was going to do. Pat was gasping for air and digging his fingers on his thighs, encouraging him. Pat’s safeword flashed into his mind just to remind himself not to go too hard on him. But he knew that he would be able to tell the second Pat felt just a little discomfort only because they were completely connected and intertwined with each other.

Pat opened his eyes and looked up at him, frowning in pleasure and moaning loudly. The only thing on his mind was Pat’s pleasure, he was also moaning non-stop, but he needed Pat to come. He needed to see him climax like that, under him and inside him, whimpering and panting with a hand around his neck, completely at his mercy. He also needed him to come inside him.

Pran absolutely hated money shots, there was nothing that took you out of a scene more than having to pull out right when you’re about to come only to come on someone’s back or stomach. Just because people liked to see the cum on the actor’s skin.

He didn’t mind them that much when he was bottoming but he knew what a torture it was when topping. And Pat looked absolutely gorgeous under him, gasping, whimpering and arching his back as Pran rode him and choked him gently. There was no way he was going to make him pull out when he knew he was about to come, he wanted it inside.

“Pran,” Pat moaned and breathed harshly, probably trying to hold off his orgasm. But Pran didn’t care, they’d been going at it for long enough that it was acceptable to come again. “Fuck— God, I’m gonna come…” He whimpered and closed his eyes, throwing his head back.

“Yes,” Pran moaned, not stopping his movements and going a little faster. “Please… Pat, let go, that’s it…” He encouraged him and leaned down to leave a trail of kisses on his chest. 

“Oh my God—” Pat exclaimed and wrapped his arms around his waist to bring him closer, thrusting up into him as he chased his orgasm. “Fuck… Yes!” He yelled, coming inside him and arching his back a little.

Pran rode his orgasm slowly, making him twitch a little. Pat’s chest was going up and down as he panted and tried to catch his breath. He arched his back and lifted his hips a little to let Pat slip out of him. He leaned against his chest and slowly unwrapped his fingers from his neck. Pat was panting harshly and he had his eyes closed, his hands still around Pran’s waist. He knew for a fact that they were getting the shot of Pat’s cum oozing out of him, so he leaned closer to him and started leaving kisses on his face. Pat caressed his lower back and slipped his hands down to grab his ass and pull his cheeks apart just so the shot was easier to get, like they were on the same page. In the meantime, Pat smiled lazily and leaned his head up to capture his lips in a deep kiss. 

He was still hard and he hadn’t come already, so he just moved his hips to get some friction against Pat’s stomach as they kissed lazily. He didn’t know what Pat was going to do to get him to come, he could suck his dick, finger him, eat him out, he just wanted Pat to give him another mindblowing orgasm. He felt like second orgasms were always stronger, he just hadn’t had two in a row without taking a break in between. At least not with another man, he knew his body well enough to make himself come a few times, but he understood why another person wouldn’t be able to do that just from penetration alone.

Pat gripped his waist strongly and flipped them over so he was the one on top, in between his legs, as they continued to make out. He kissed his jaw and sucked on his neck before going down and kissing his stomach. Pran smiled and leaned back his head, knowing that Pat was going to suck his dick and not being able to wait for him to get his mouth on him. But Pat took a little longer than he thought he would, and before Pran could open his eyes to look at him, he gasped loudly when he felt him thrust into him again.

“Oh— Holy shit,” Pran gasped and opened his eyes. Pat had just come, he didn’t know how he was doing that, but it felt so good. “Oh my God!” He exclaimed as he looked down at where their bodies connected and let himself go.

“You’re so good,” Pat whispered and held one of his hands between his fingers as he started thrusting into him, and this time, hitting his prostate dead on like he’d been doing at the beginning. Wanting him to come.

“Yes, yes— Pat, Oh God…” Pran moaned and closed his eyes, desperately wanting to come. Pat wasn’t touching his dick, and he wasn’t either, he kind of didn’t want to. He wanted a prostate orgasm, and Pat understood what he needed because he didn’t let down. “You’re so good… So big— Fuck!”

He opened his eyes and looked up at him, frowning in pleasure as he held eye contact with Pat, feeling like he was looking into his sould. Pat was doing the exact same movement, not going faster or slower, just driving into him deep and hitting his soft spot like it was natural for him. He dropped his jaw open after a hard thrust and twitched in the next one.

He gasped, closing his eyes and bowing his back off the bed as he gripped the sheets. He hadn’t come yet, but he was right on the cusp. His body was taut and he knew that if Pat kept doing exactly what he was doing, he would come in the next ten seconds, but if he even moved an inch differently, it would ruin his orgasm. 

“Don’t stop—” He gasped out and felt Pat thrust into him slowly as he hit his prostate dead on, bringing him to orgasm like he was slowly going up a rollercoaster before the drop. “Fuck… Just like that,” he whimpered and felt Pat grab his arm.

He frowned and felt himself lift off the bed right before he finally climaxed. He let out a yell, arching his back, Pat continued thrusting and Pran felt like his orgasm was never-ending, he gripped his arm and pulled to lift him up completely. Pran immediately wrapped his arms around his shoulders and started riding him at a fast pace as he let out loud moans.

“God, yes!” He exclaimed and rested his forehead against Pat’s, dropping his jaw open as he moaned. “Pat,” he whimpered and felt tears prickle in the corner of his eyes. Pat was holding his waist strongly as he rode him, and before his orgasm even subsided he held onto him and started thrusting up. “Ah!” He yelled and gripped his shoulders tighter, hugging him and resting his face against the crook of his neck, crying out from overstilumation.

He had half a mind to remember not to hide his expressions and lifted his head again, but still held onto Pat as he thrusted up into him without him even having to move. He pulled on his hair and moaned loudly, squeezing his eyes shut, he couldn’t tell if the wetness on his cheeks was sweat or tears. Pat slowly stopped thrusting when his legs started shaking, he could feel Pat leaving a trail of kisses from his shoulder to his jaw as he whimpered and tried to come down from his high. Pat held his waist strongly with his arms and left a kiss on his shoulder as he slipped out of him so he wouldn’t overstimulate him any further. They were both panting, trying to catch their breath, which they slowly regained as the minutes passed.

Pran had his eyes closed as he rested his cheek on Pat’s shoulder, enjoying the feeling of Pat running his fingertips down his spine. He melted against him, not panting anymore, and he felt like he could fall asleep any time.

“Cut,” he heard Korn say softly to his left, probably not wanting to disturb them. 

But someone immediately started clapping, which made everyone follow as they cheered them on. Pran smiled and started to chuckle. It was pretty normal in any type of set, even normal movie sets, for people to clap and cheer everyone on after a good shoot. He was used to that. But they usually waited until they were wrapping up, not immediately after cutting the cameras. He knew those cheers were especially for him and Pat.

He sighed happily and leaned away from Pat, dropping onto the bed and looking up at him with a smile. He was exhausted.

“Good job, guys. That was great,” he heard Korn tell them. 

Pat smiled down at him, still between his legs, and moved one of his hands to wipe away a stray tear on the corner of Pran’s eye. He giggled and raised both hands to wipe them away himself. He hadn’t cried on a shoot in a long time, and the only other time he did it was a solo shoot and he was overstimulating himself on purpose. He’d never done that with another actor, but it was like Pat could read his mind and know exactly where to touch him and how just to drive Pran to absolute pleasure. Pat held his face and leaned down to give him a quick kiss on the lips, which felt oddly more intimate than anything they’d done, because that was just for him. 

“You okay?” He asked casually and Pran immediately nodded.

“Yeah, that was great,” he replied as he raised his arms and stretched his back, satisfied. “You?”

“Amazing. The most fun I’ve had on a set, honestly.”

“Guys,” Korn called them as he walked up to the bed. “Here you go,” he said and gave them a couple of towels. Pran was absolutely drenched in sweat and he still had cum on his stomach, so he grabbed it and sat up to clean himself a little, untangling his legs from Pat’s hips. “That was great work, honestly. Sorry to cut your afterglow short. I would’ve continued filming, but the cameras were running out of battery.”

“It’s fine, I think I would’ve fallen asleep if you didn’t,” Pran joked right when one of the staff members came to give them both a water bottle, which Pran immediately opened to quench his thirst. 

“How are you two doing?” They both gave him a thumbs up since they were drinking water, which made Korn chuckle. “Okay, great. I told Deng not to bother you, but he was pretty happy with everything, honestly. I’m surprised he stayed ‘till the end.”

“Me too,” Pran said as he put the water bottle down. He was usually only there for the beginning of the shoot to make sure everything went smoothly and then left, but this time he stayed to watch, which was a good sign. 

He also knew that the director and maybe some cameramen were the only ones way too used to seeing two people fucking, so they were the only ones not sporting a boner. Which is why Korn was the one to bring them the towels.

“Please tell me there’s two bathrooms available and we don’t have to take turns. I need a shower asap,” Pran asked and Pat chuckled, he had a hand casually resting on his leg since they were still sitting close to each other.

“Yeah, don’t worry. There’s one over there and the other one is in the room at the end of the hallway,” Korn replied and pointed at a door behind him.

“Dibs on that one,” Pran said and immediately got up, wrapping the towel around his hips. “See you later?” He asked Pat before he walked off.

“Yeah, later,” Pat replied with a smile.

He always liked to pick the bathroom that was furthest from the shoot so he wouldn’t be bothered, he liked to take his time in the bathroom making sure he was squeaky clean since fucking for two hours straight wasn’t exactly hygenic. So he walked down the hallway until Wai caught up to him with his bag. 

“Hey,” he greeted him with a smile. “How are you even walking?”

“I’m a professional,” Pran joked and opened the door of the bathroom to walk in. “But I’m definitely going to be sore.”

“You probably need a nap too, right?”

“Mh, yeah, later though. I always get a little adrenaline high if the shoot went well, so I’m fine right now,” he explained and dropped the towel to step into the shower. He was used to Wai seeing him naked, not only had he they shared a room for the entirety of their teenage years, Wai also helped him film back when he was camming. So he’d seen him have sex multiple times, there was nothing to hide between them. “Thank God they cut, though, I was about to fall asleep.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” Wai replied as he chuckled and rested his back on the closed door. “Do they always film the afterglow?”

“No, not really. People don’t get that far into the video,” Pran explained as he laughed. “But sometimes when there’s no script, they do. Korn likes to do it because he says it shows a more real side of the actors. Actually, I think one of the most famous straight porn videos is of those two actors that fucked for an hour straight with no cuts and then she cried in his arms for like twenty minutes, they kept the cameras rolling and everyone was talking about it.”

“You know they’re gonna talk about this one, right?”

“I hope so, that’s the point, right?” Pran said with a smile. “I think I would’ve done that for free but it’s better if I make bank off of it.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more jealous of you…”

Pran chuckled as he rinsed away all the sweat.

“No boners today?”

“I’m getting better at it!” Wai replied and they both laughed. “Not like Korn, though, is he made out of rock?”

“You get disensitized to it. Especially directors and cameramen, they’ve seen way too many people fucking.” 

“But I always thought it was because it was fake so they knew it was acting. But I know you’re not faking, especially after today.”

“I’m a really bad actor, Wai. I can’t fake, all of that was real.”

“Oh, I could tell… Everyone kind of froze when you came the first time, was it that bad?” 

“Yeah, they probably had like… Ten minutes worth of viable footage, and they need at least forty. Two orgasms in one shoot is fine, but one so early on… Not good. At least not with men. It's about endurance. I would usually ask for a break if I was close, but I didn’t have time to react, neither did Pat, I think.”

“He was amazing…”

“Try to sound less dreamy,” Pran joked and they both laughed.

“Why? Jealous?” Wai teased him.

“I think you’re the one that’s jealous.”

“God, yes, I would’ve done anything to be in your place. I get why you do it. I think I would become a pornstar just to get fucked by Pat, lucky you… But I think Korn would cut my head off if I even thought about it.”

“He’s just looking out for you. You have to be really sure that you want to do this. Camming? Maybe reversible, more underground. Studio porn? There’s no going back, you have to love it. I’ve heard way too many horror stories to know that my experience isn’t the norm and you shouldn’t encourage other people to do it. Korn is very professional, he only picks pornstars with reputable agents who genuinely want to be here. You should listen to him.”

“I know,” Wai mumbled and nodded. “By the way, he invited me to lunch earlier, you don’t mind right?”

“Finally,” Pran said and opened his eyes to look at him. “Yes, I can just get an uber, don’t worry, go have lunch with Korn. I might ask Pat or Ink to get lunch with me, I’m starving.”

“Pat?”

“Yeah, we were having a really good conversation before the shoot. I kind of want to get to know him.” 

“You like him, don’t you?”

“I let him fuck me for two hours straight, I think you should’ve known I like him. Now I know that there’s a possibility that I might like him for more than just his body.”

“Okay, well, have fun, then…”

“Thanks, have fun on your date with Korn too,” he teased him and before Wai could say that it wasn’t a date, he spoke again. “You might want to leave, though. I need to clean myself inside and it’s not gonne be pretty.”

“Yeah, going,” Wai said as he chuckled and opened the door. “I left your clothes over there with your bag.”

“Thanks!” Pran yelled right before the door closed.

He came out of the bathroom a good twenty minutes later after he made sure that he was clean. There was no guarantee that Pat might still be there, but he saw Ink walking up to him in the hallway.

“Hey, Pran, can I run something by you?” She asked.

“Yeah, what is it?”

“Pictures turned out great, by the way,” she said and started looking for one on her camera to show him. “I took some pictures in particular and they look amazing. Korn saw them and said that he might want to use them for the promotional poster. He told me to ask you if you’re comfortable with them before any higher-ups see them. I’ll delete them if you don’t like them,” she explained and turned the camera to show him what pictures she was talking about. Pran leaned in and couldn’t help the smile that tugged on his lips.

He understood why Ink was showing him those pictures. It was kind of an unspoken rule not to take pictures while the actors were on a break, and those were taken right after Pran had his first orgasm and they were resting on the bed together. Pat had a hand on his hip and he was looking down at him with a soft smile on his face. Pran was lying down on the bed with a hand on his chest and the other with a finger hooked on the chain around his neck as he brought him down, holding eyecontact with him and smiling right back at him. It looked like a very intimate moment, but Pran kind of wanted the picture framed in his living room. He knew Ink would do an amazing job at editing it and making it look like it came straight out of a legit movie.

“These look amazing,” he mumbled as he looked at all the pictures she took of that moment. “Yeah, you can use them, don’t worry, I like them.”

“Thanks, Pran. Pat already said yes too,” she said and turned off the camera. “You guys did great. I think that’s one of the best shoots I’ve been to, even I got a little hot under the collar and I don’t even like men,” she casually chuckled. “They’re definitely going to market it as ‘love-making’, you know that, right?”

“Oh, I’m very aware, don’t worry,” Pran mumbled as he chuckled.

“I’ve been on a few sets with Pat too and he’s definitely different from other actors, which I think is why he has such a big female fanbase.”

“You have? I thought you only shot lesbian and gay movies,” Pran asked, surprised.

“Yeah, but a friend of mine that only does lesbian shoots asked me to be there when she had a scene with Pat. A lot of my friends that only shoot girl-on-girl content always make the exception when it comes to Pat. I can see why now, he’s different even when it comes to guys. But this one… You guys knocked it out of the park,” she said and smiled. “You kind of like him too, don’t you?” She teased him and Pran chuckled as he nodded.

“I only agree to do a shoot when I have a bit of a crush on the other actor. When I really want to get fucked by him, you know? That’s how you get the best chemistry on set and I have the most fun,” Pran replied casually, he just got fucked by Pat for two hours straight and came twice. He didn’t mind telling her that he liked the guy, it was a given. “I have to admit, though… It was a little more intense with Pat than any other actor I’ve shot with.”

“Yeah, we could tell,” Ink said and chuckled. “You should go rest, okay? I’m gonna go get these pictures on my computer, I really wanna see them on a bigger screen.”

Pran laughed at her excitement and waved her goodbye. He didn’t know if Pat was still around, but the only people left were a couple cameramen taking care of the equipment and the cleaning crew. He knocked on the bathroom door a couple of times and when he opened it he found it empty, so he just sighed and left the apartment set. But when he walked out into the hallway, he saw Pat leaning against a wall in front of the two elevators. He smiled widely and walked up to him before he clicked on the button for the elevator.

“Hey,” Pat greeted him and pushed off the wall to approach him.

“Hi,” Pran replied, trying not to sound too out of it. But he still couldn’t believe the man in front of him just gave him the two most intense orgasms of his life. He hoped Pat could say the same about him.

Before he could open his mouth, the elevator doors opened and they walked in. 

“Tired?” Pat mumbled and raised his hand to fix his hair since he just dried it with a towel, so it was still damp and a little bit of a mess. 

“Not really, no…” He replied and turned to look at him. Pat smiled and grabbed his hand to bring him closer. Pran gasped, expecting a kiss, but Pat hugged him instead. He smiled and melted against him, he felt so warm.

“You’re amazing,” Pat whispered before he leaned his head back and grabbed his face to kiss him. 

Pran kissed him back as he wrapped his arms around Pat’s waist. He wasn’t used to doing that after a shoot, but when the chemistry was so undeniable, he couldn’t deny himself holding onto him for a while longer. He wished they could’ve just held each other for as long as they had sex after they finished.

They only stopped kissing when the elevator doors opened, but thankfully there was no one waiting for it and the lobby of the building was empty. They chuckled lightly as they walked out of the elevator, but they stopped before they could reach the door. 

 “So,” Pat started and turned to smile at him. “Let's never do this again.”

“What?” Pran exclaimed and raised his eyebrows. “Was it that bad?” Pat chuckled and shook his head.

“No, the opposite. I kind of want to have sex with you with no cameras rolling. And I don't—”

“Have sex with a screen partner outside of a shoot,” Pran guessed and chuckled, remembering their conversation. “Can't you make an exception? We were great out there, it'd be a shame if it was our only video.”

“I could make an exception. If we just fucked. But I kind of want to take you out on a date too…” Pran smiled widely at him when he heard that. Why did he feel more giddy now than when he was literally fucking him? “And it makes it even more special, don’t you think? Our only shoot. It will make people go back to it constantly and we won’t have the pressure to top that. Although I don’t doubt we can definitely do that in the privacy of our bedroom… There’s nothing like a first time, right? They are definitely going to give you performer of the year after this.”

“I figured…” Pran mumbled as he chuckled. “It’s funny though, I’ll get the prize for a shoot where I wasn’t performing at all.”

“I think that’s the appeal, right? To be real,” Pat said, looking into his eyes, making Pran feel like he was still naked in front of him. And it made him feel all the more comfortable. “You must be starving, though. When was the last time you ate?”

“Last night,” Pran replied and shook his head as he chuckled.

“Let me invite you to lunch. First date after a first time?” Pat suggested and extended his hand. Pran smiled softly as he nodded and took his hand to thread their fingers together.

“Okay, yeah, let's never do this again.”