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"Hey there, cuties."
Yugamu can't help but chuckle at the flood of greetings that rolls in. For an audience of supposed social outcasts, they sure are a lively bunch. "I see you're all dying to get started, too. I brought a new toy to try out today – "
He pauses, his smirk widening as he takes in the numerous guesses, from gags to scalpels to shock collars. He has to admire the creativity, even as he wonders how many of the faceless names would actually be able to stomach their own fantasies, without the barrier of their computer screens between them. "I hate to disappoint, but let's put those ideas on the backburner. I decided to keep things a little simpler today."
Ignoring the digitized frowns and tears, he pulls out his companion for today, making a show of feeling around its girth and dragging his fingers up the length. It's certainly not his biggest dildo, or his most unique, but angling it just-so in his spread fingers gives the illusion of length, and the promise presented by its dangling wire pulls in some of his more exorbitant tippers. He's sure his little fib can be forgiven, especially with what he has planned.
"Do you need to be told, or should I just show you what my little friend does?" he asks. He gives the tip of the toy a teasing lick, chuckling again at the answers he gets. "Thought so," he drawls, temporarily setting the toy aside to undo his many layers. Cotton cloth falls away from his chest, then his shoulders, eventually slipping down to the crook of his elbows and falling open around his hips as the last tie comes undone. He briefly entertains stripping down further, using his nails to rip skin and undo his muscles like a zipper, but ultimately leaves the fantasy tucked up in his head. He'd hate to splatter blood on his work monitor.
Instead, Yugamu hums an absentminded tune as he slicks up his fingers, coating them generously from his well-loved lube bottle, and looks up at his webcam through lowered lashes as he drags one slick finger down his chest. The lube drips shiny and cold down his sternum, like a drop of rain down an empty well, more slick fingerprints catching on his ribs as he drops his hand lower, bypassing his half-hard cock to instead prod at his entrance.
"I hope no one is in a rush this evening," he hints, then moans airily as he eases a finger inside himself. "I wouldn't want any of my cuties to miss out on the full show."
As dirty encouragement and compensation flash across his screen in equal measure, Yugamu sees to working himself open, fitting in a second finger alongside the first with little resistance. The ache is boring and familiar, but a necessary evil in this line of business – still, he lets his exposed eyelid flutter like it matters to him, lets his thighs slide wider like he can't get enough. That much is true, he supposes, if not in the way his body's implying.
He paws at the mattress, grabbing onto his toy just for something to do. He lifts it to his mouth again, tongue lolling out to lick up the silicone, before wrapping his lips around the tip, slurping around it. His efforts earn him another wall of text, a digital amalgamation of desire, writing heat to his veins like saline from an IV drip, the wishes of his anonymous cuties becoming his own as he slides more of the toy into his mouth and another finger past his entrance. He chokes around the silicone, pushed too far as his fingers graze against his prostate, and swallows hard against the gag reflex he's never quite been able to calm down.
None of his viewers seem to mind his personal fumble. A few seem to relish in it, if the newest string of misspelled approval is to be believed, but Yugamu's intentions are elsewhere this evening. He removes his fingers with a muffled groan, his mouth still stretched around the toy, sucking loudly on it one more time before pulling it from his lips with a pop.
He slathers on perhaps more lube than necessary, his fingers nearly tacky with it by the time he lines the toy up with his entrance, idly responding to the impatience and the platitudes that catch his eye. "You really are a lively bunch," he teases, rising higher on his knees as he circles the head of the toy around. "Don't worry. I won't keep you waiting any longer."
With practiced ease, Yugamu nudges the toy inside himself, only meeting brief resistance before he's able to slide the length smoothly upward. He sighs shakily, his head tipping back, clenching and adjusting around the fullness while he fiddles with the connected wire. With a few tugs, he's able to reel the remote into his hand, hard plastic cradled in his sticky palm. He holds it up to his webcam, his nails clicking on the casing, and lets a smirk curl over his face at the clamoring attention it brings him. "Curious, cuties?" He licks his lips, passing the remote between his hands as he sheds his layers fully, letting them drop to a crumpled heap on the duvet. "I plan to tell you all about it."
Powering on the vibrator is a simple twist of the dial. Yugamu doesn't bother with the lower settings, managing to turn the intensity two-thirds of the way up before he gasps and doubles over, catching himself on his hands. Maybe in another bed, in front of another audience, he'd be able to take his time – be able to lie back on the pillows and accept his torture slowly, sweetly, climbing higher and higher until he's numb with it.
He stows the craving away like unripe fruit, too bitter to bite into. His legs tremble like leaves. His cock bobs between his hips, framed by his arms braced above the mattress, while his fingers curl into the bedsheets, grounding himself on the fluffy duvet before he lifts his head once more. "Deceptive little thing," he breathes, wiggling his hips. Drool drips freely down his chin, his face a bright, glowing pink. "It's – " He swallows and blinks hard, a shiver running down his spine. "It's like I can feel it in my throat. Makes me want to…"
Yugamu shivers again. He's not really that close, but he knows his body. He transfers his weight onto one hand, the other moving to wrap around his cock, his wrist flicking harshly over the shaft as he arches his back, shifting the vibrator inside him. A bit of unseen bearing down gets the tip of the toy where he wants it, his lips pulling back around a whine as his cock twitches in his hold. He tucks his fist close to his body, the knuckles of his soiled fingers scraping against his abdomen, and soon spills white across his stomach, some even shooting up toward his chest.
He's outdone himself, he thinks, when he blinks his monitor back into focus. New subscription notifications are quickly buried in knowing messages from returning regulars, who have grown familiar with Yugamu's pretty words. He doesn't say things he doesn't mean.
So Yugamu sits back on his heels, and hugs his chest, his torso seemingly wobbling under its own weight as sweat tickles the crease between his hip and thigh. "What a shameful display," he murmurs. "Quite the lackluster presentation, don't you think? If only I could cut out my heart and give it to you…"
He trails off, letting the responses fly by unread, before reaching for the remote still lying on the bed. "I suppose unjust punishment is still better than none," he hurriedly adds on. "I did say I'd show you what my little friend is capable of."
Without waiting for encouragement, Yugamu turns the dial up the rest of the way, the remote dropping out of his hand as sensation shoots up his overworked nerves. His spent cock jumps between his hips, painful and pitiful in equal measure, and Yugamu finds himself doubled over once more, his breath hissing through his teeth as he whines again.
Planned or not, there are only so many ways to prepare your body for being battered from the inside out, and even a body like Yugamu's is susceptible to the consequences. His lower half tingles with pins and needles as his cock fills out for the second time in so many minutes, his gut clenching around the aching heat that's suffused through it. He doesn't remember closing his eye, but he forces it open and up, gazing into the cold glass of his webcam. Leftover cum cools and dries on his skin. His own heaving breaths fill the otherwise vacant room. "How cruel," he mumbles, clumsily stroking his cock again, "making me feel this desperate. Do you enjoy seeing me fall so low?"
The responses are lost in the wake of his second orgasm, briefly drowning out his senses, cum splattering on the bed as Yugamu chokes around a whimper. Spit uncontrollably drips from his lips to join the mess, mixing into a slippery, bubbling puddle between his legs. Had he been a bit more hasty with his fingers, he could've tinged the puddle red, proof that he's truly opened himself up to these strangers. A token of his appreciation, his insides laid bare.
The thought is humiliating, thrilling...
... And oh, so empty.
Yugamu blinks away tears. Tips flood in as he continues to shake with aftershocks, his dick weakly twitching as if begging for mercy. He finally turns off the vibrator, his entire body slumping in relief, and Yugamu can only hope the tremble of his breath and fingers comes off as post-orgasmic jitters rather than what feels like his heart unraveling in his ribs.
He grins, drying spit pulling taut across his lips and chin. "Thanks for the company, cuties," he says, blowing a soundless kiss at his webcam. "Let's all say goodbye to clean up the messes we made, hm?"
After a few more hollow goodbyes, Yugamu turns off the stream and slumps chest-first onto his dirty bed. Hidden in the soft duvet, his face crumples like newspaper, the words smeared clean off.