Fucky thought of the day - abo
Roommates #katt where Keith who is sick of being broke af and barely able to pay tuition and still eat decides hes going to try his hand at camming.
He's fit and decent looking... Has a cell phone camera... He figures he can make a few bucks.

Enter Matt, his alpha-but-youd-never-guess friend who finds Keith half dressed and growling his displeasure at the shitty resolution on the video that cut out halfway when his phone slid off the pile of laundry he propped it on.
It's only altruistic to help an omega in need...

He's already got the camera equipment handy, and is a fair hand at editing videos.
Really, it's the least he can do for the best roommate he's ever had - never nagging him to wear pants or clean up his trail of socks... And it's not exactly a hardship.

Keith is surprisingly enthusiastic about the idea, bouncing ideas for toys off Matt as he sets up the equipment for his first show.

The editing process is an exercise in self control until Keith wanders in halfway through to ask if it's so bad Matt can't even jerk off to it.

The money that rolls in from that first video is even better than the orgasm.
Keith goes through shock and giddiness before grabbing Matt by the shoulders and offering to be business partners.

On one condition: they can't tell Shiro... He'd be so disappointed.

It goes all well and good with more money and different toys each week, enough for Keith to get flirty and start taking requests.

By the time his heat rolls around there's one that consistently tops the polls - bring in an alpha to stuff him full.

And, well...

Matt's always been the type to take one for the team.

Besides, it's not like they haven't fooled around before. One notably tipsy dinner party and a quick tryst in his parents coat closet had Colleen leaving condoms in their mailbox for a month.
If anything, this is the natural conclusion to what everyone already assumes.

There's only one problem - Matt's managed to keep most of Keith's face out of it so far, only a wicked smirk and hint of high cheekbones, but with two people the editing gets a little trickier, more moving parts as it were.

Of course, Keith is less concerned.

"Who cares?" He shrugs when Matt brings it up. "They probably know who I am anyway, you're the one with the family name to sully."

"Don't start, kitten." Matt scowls across the bed. "If Mom ever found out she'd start leaving encouraging comments... Is that what you want?"

They consider their options - headcam pov style? From behind and cut off at Matt's shoulders? Riding with a pillow over his face?

"I like that one." Keith smirks, eyebrows wiggling. "That way I can suffocate you at will and rigor mortis will still keep you going."

"You're just using me for my body." Matt sniffs at him, pout in full force. "I have feelings you know."

"Yeah," Keith grins as he ticks off on his fingers, "horny, sleepy, schemey, hungry... You're like the seven dwarfs in one body."

And really, who can argue with that?

They end up compromising, Keith will ride him with his head off camera.
"To preserve your dignity and keep your ugly orgasm face from ruining the shot."

The only thing left to do now is wait for the heat to start - giving them about a week of teasing and lead up videos to promo.

They decide on doing the first few videos as usual, and if that goes well they'll do a live show near the end of it with an entry fee... Provided enough people donate to get them there.
Of course, Keith tells his audience this in a gravelly moan while riding one of the toys sent

to their hastily acquired PO box - just a little encouragement to send in tips with suggestions.

And suggestions they receive.

"They want me to wear *what?*"

"It's a gimp suit, I think." Keith squints at the screen. "That'd take care of the face problem."

"And the breathing problem." Matt grumbles, swiping down the comments. "Next."

Keith snickers and keeps going.
"Ooh, what about this one, cock rings?"

" A guy cums in his pants one time and never hears the end of it... Next"

"You can't shoot down all of them, you know."

And he doesn't. Compromise finds them with a newly acquired vibrating plug and a ball gag.

Because, as Keith so helpfully adds, "There's no way you'll keep your big mouth shut long enough to get a decent shot."

Matt wonders if he should have taken the cock ring after all...

The answer becomes obvious the second Keith sinks down on him with a grin that can only be described as ravenous.
It nearly becomes a 30 second endeavor when those muscled hips start to roll, enveloping him in heat and thick swirling scent and-

-a vice grip around his base.

"Tch." Keith shakes his head, not bothering to slow much as he fucks down to meet his own fist. "Come on hot shot, you're not giving up already are you?"

Then he looks right into the camera and sighs with that stupid smirk.

"Guess I'll need to find a toy with better batteries."

And, well... No one has ever accused a Holt of backing down from a challenge.

Biting his tongue and thinking about Iverson in a bikini, Matt grabs at Keith's hips, digs in his heels, and bucks up hard enough to knock a hiccuped moan from the cocky bastard on top of him.

"Who needs a break now, kitten?" He growls, fingers sinking deep and forearms straining as he bounces him on his lap. "Not so tough with a cock in you."

Keith attempts a scoff.
"You want me to get the gag?"

It'd almost be an effective threat if his voice wasn't so breathy.

As it is Matt's going to take the opportunity presented to give their audience the show of a lifetime before they have to see him begging Keith for mercy later on.

Because that's absolutely the little shit's plan, and he'll be damned if he doesn't get at least one solid knot in.

So he grits his teeth against the rising tide and channels every second of the half a week of sports he tried that one time.

It'd be easier if he could jerk Keith off, but his arms are rapidly turning into jelly and if he lets go he's probably going to buck him off sideways.

Which, while undoubtedly a sign of his sexual prowess, would probably be a bitch to fix later.
"Kitten, touch yourself."

He tries to infuse as much authority into the command as possible, but it comes out a little squeaky and strained.

Keith immediately cocks an eyebrow,

apparently still smug even while getting railed, and proceeds to run his hands down his chest in a move that looks great, but is utterly unhelpful for Matt's purposes of getting him off.

"No. Touch your cock, stroke it for me Kitten... I wanna feel you clench around me."

That at least gets his attention, offering Matt a glimmer of relief despite the burning in every muscle as Keith starts to stroke himself off in earnest.

"That's right sweet cheeks, you know you want to mark up your big bad alpha, spill all over me..."

He can barely get the words out between the shortness of breath and the absurdity of the situation - like Keith couldn't snap him in half on a bad day, but it gets the job done.

Keith huffs what sounds like a laugh and meets every thrust with a filthy grind, working himself over

with practiced efficiency as Matts limbs slowly give way into trembling failure.

Hopefully on camera it looks more like "sexy surrender" and less "where's the gym"

Either way, there's not much time to worry about it when Keith's breaths are starting to hitch and he clamps down-

milking the almost too swollen knot from Matt as he takes it inside.

For his part, Matt lets out a groan that is definitely worthy of a certified pornstar and twitches violently as Keith clenches in teasing little pulses before sliding off and slapping him on the thigh.

"Good game, champ. You'll get it yourself next time."

The casual roasting and bruising to his ego are worth the next two months rent that pour in when they post the finished product.

"You know," Matt grumbles over a bowl of cereal the next morning, "I think they just like to watch you demean me."

"Probably," Keith agrees, grinning through a mouthful of toast. "My whole shtick is bratty, right?"

"Your whole life is bratty."

"Aww, Matt, don't be mad-

-maybe next time we can just spoon so you don't have to worry about your heart exploding from the exercise."

"You-" Matt grunts, pointing with his spoon, "-are an asshole."

"Well, yeah." Keith shrugs, "that's certainly what they're paying me to show off."

And so it goes for the next video - this time Keith tortures Matt for more than half an hour playing with the vibration settings on the plug as Matt writhes and begs beneath him.

"It's a subversive statement," he claims, "the one in heat doesn't need to be the one to beg."

Matt's pretty sure Keith just gets his jollies from watching his pain, but they've known that since Keith dared him to wax his balls back in their early days.

Not that he's complaining about getting edged into the next stage of consciousness... The man is good at what he does.

But it might be nice to get off once in a while without having to spend fifteen minutes recovering from near death with a sweaty boy splayed over him poking at his face and whining about the next round.

He might not be feral, but Keith is certainly insatiable.

"I thought you were supposed to be needy and full of lust for my manly attributes," Matt wheezes out as they finish up what Keith likes to call the 'encore.' "You know, face down, ass up, drooling and all that."

Keith snorts and draws a smiley face through the cooling fluids.

"You watch too much porn."

He adds a little rocketship next to the smiley and cocks an eyebrow at Matt who continues to tremble with overexertion

"That whole 'heat craze' is a myth. Just cause I wanna fuck more than usual doesn't mean I don't still have standards or dignity."

"You never have dignity," Matt croaks, rolling to the side for the water Keith left on the bedstand. "You stole Shiro's boxers to add to your weird little not-nest last time."

"Yeah, and?" Keith grins at him. "I'm a poor needy omega who needs the reminder of my big strong man."

Matt sputters the water out in a laugh.
"I see how it is, the stereotype is only right when it's useful."

"Damn straight." Keith nods, standing to stretch, utterly unconcerned with the mess dripping down his thigh. "I'll have my cake and eat it too if I want."

And so it goes as they make enough videos during the weekend that Matt's poor body is essentially a giant throbbing bruise.
Even his ass hurts from one particularly enthusiastic viewer that requested Keith fuck him for once along with a tip big enough to pay their grocery bill.

Not that he's complaining, the existence of that boy's cock disproves any correlation between secondary genders and size.

Matt's pretty sure the underside of his lungs are bruised from the combination of the power in that lean body and the embarrassing noises wrung out of him.

The whole thing is going almost too well, which is probably why he's not surprised when he gets four shifty texts in a row from Shiro.

'Hey, is Keith okay?'

'I mean, like... financially okay?'

'I mean, is anything weird?'

'Not weird weird but like... weird? idk. text me back'

"Hey Kitten, I think your boyfriend found your page."

"Shut the fuck up Holt," Keith grunts, not sparing him a glance as he inhales the third pb&j in a row. "He's not my boyfriend and he probably doesn't even watch porn."

"Well he's being shifty as fuck and keeps texting me."

"Did you fry his laptop again trying to get those bit-whatevers?"

"That was one time." Matt rolls his eyes and slides the phone across the kitchen table. "Look, he's all weird."

Keith glances at the screen, brows furrowing.

"Huh... maybe he's worried about my heat?"

"As bros do," Matt snorts in derision. "Was I supposed to send updates on the pH of your asshole? Maybe track your carbs and quality of orgasm for him?"

"Shut the fuck up," Keith grumbles, cheeks heating as he continues to frown at the screen. "I usually grab a shirt from him."

"Yeah, I don't think a missed laundry swap is going to make him tweak out like this."

"I dunno, he's-"

The phone buzzes, cutting Keith off mid sentence as his eyes go round in surprise.

"-uh?"

"What's it say?"

Keith slides the phone across the table and plops his head down.

'Do you know if Keith has a boyfriend or friend?'

The phone buzzes again.

'That's a boy... and an alpha.'

And again.

'Just curious.'

And again.

'It's good to have friends.'

....and again.

'Maybe a twiggy looking one, real easy to break in half?'

"Oh my god I'm dead."

"You're not dead," Keith grunts as he swipes the phone back, cringing at the deluge of obviously totally fine and normal friend texts. "You're maybe just... maimed."

"Maimed by Shiro is pretty much dead," Matt moans, slumping in his chair with a pout.

"You'll be fine... I don't think he actually knows it was you?"

"He said twiggy! And breakable!"

Keith shrugs at Matt's borderline shriek.

"Everyone is twiggy and breakable to Shiro."

Which, while true, is not necessarily reassuring when 200lbs of upset alpha wants to fight.

"I give up, he can have you."

Matt gets a sharp look of reproach for that one.

"Fuck off, nobody *has* me," Keith growls scowling at the phone, "If he's got a problem with me fucking on camera for money he can pay my damn bills himself."

"Well why don't you tell him that..."

Obviously, it's not a serious suggestion. Matt values his organs intact and unpulverized - but Keith gets this gleam in his eye.

"Woah woah, wait, Kitten no I was just ki-"

"Nope!" Keith cuts him off, "You're right, if he won't mind his business he can make it his business."

And that's how Matt listens to Keith dictate the bounty on his head as he taps angrily on his phone.

'Heard you found my page. If you got a problem with us paying our rent you can pay it yourself.'

He smirks triumphantly after he sends it.

For about three seconds.

Then he takes in Matt's bleak face.

"Matt?"

Matt just shakes his head.

"Us?"

Keith blanches.

"Oh my god Matt... we could have just denied it."

Matt nods, not bothering to unslouch himself from his puddle in the chair.

"Matt I just *admitted* to it, to Shiro."

Matt nods again, mentally distributing his things to his friends. Pidge will take good care of his computer at least.

"Matt you need to text him right now and tell him I was kidding."

Keith fumbles with the phone and thrusts it back across the table.

"You can blame it on my heat hormones or something."

Matt shakes his head again.

"Kitten, you literally just texted a notarized admission of guilt... from *my* phone."

"I know, but... but we can fix it?"

"I'm pretty sure this is just damage control now buddy."

"There's gotta be something we can do?" Keith groans, slumping forward onto the table, even as he starts to squirm uncomfortably again. "This is gonna ruin the plan."

"Nah it ain't," Matt sighs, resigning himself to an early grave, "We'll just do the last one live like planned."

Keith picks his head up, looking small.

"You still want to help?"

Matt snorts and gestures down his battered body.

"Despite this hardship I have endured, and the truly painful amounts of money and orgasms it has brought me, I will persevere for the sake of our friendship."

He wiggles his eyebrows in the most obnoxious way he knows how to punctuate the statement.

"You're the worst," Keith huffs, grinning as he slides out of his chair and rounds the table to straddle Matt. "Come on, nerd. I'll give you an hour to recover, then it's show time."

An hour later finds Matt freshly washed clean of his fear sweat, staring down at the gag on the bed.
"We haven't used this one yet."

Keith glances up from where he's fiddling with the laptop.
"We haven't needed to yet... you planning on getting mouthy with me?"

Matt gulps.

"I dunno, I just thought it might be interesting... you know. For effect."

"For effect." Keith parrots, deadpan.

Matt shrugs.
"Yeah, you know, like... add some flair to the live show."

"They're not even going to see your face."

"Well," Matt drawls, fiddling with the strap,

"There's nothing keeping me from showing my face now that Shiro is gonna kill me either way, right?"

Keith snorts, shrugging.
"It's up to you, if you want we can play it by ear... see what they want us to do, right?"

"Ooh, make em pay for it." Matt nods, like it was his idea.

"Yeah Matt, you know, money? The reason I'm spreading my asshole to a horde of perverts in the first place?"

He shoots a playful smirk toward the bed as he opens up the pre-stream lobby.

"As much as I enjoy having a heat buddy you're not exactly my prince charming..."

"Wha- Kitten!" Matt gasps, hand flying to his chest, "I thought we were star crossed lovers! That this was an elaborate courting ceremony and at the end you were going to bite me in unholy matrimony!"

He flops back on the bed with a sigh.

"I'm being left at the alter!"

"The only alter we're going to be at is the one I sacrifice you on," Keith snickers, ignoring Matt's theatrics in favor of typing in a greeting to his regulars. "I've been collecting your jizz this entire time, soon I'll have enough to make a golem or something to replace you."

"First of all, ew."

Matt wrinkles his nose as he holds up a finger.

"Secondly, that'd be like Slimer from ghost busters, and if you'd fuck him your standards are WAY lower than I thought and I wouldn't have bothered to shower or shave my pubes."

Keith can only sigh and shakes his head, pointed ignoring Matt's troll-y grin as he makes flourishing hand gestures to his cock.

"You know, next time I'm just gonna buy one of those fucking machines and sit on it for a week straight... it'd still be less of a pain in the ass."

"But Kitten you need me, I'm the personality in your show!"

"Wrong." Keith grunts as the chime of tips starts pouring in already. "You're the neck down in my show... today you might get to be the crash test dummy these desperate loners wish they were."

"That sounds painful."

Keith's grin goes sharp.
"Only if you're good for me... now shut up and look pretty, I'm turning on the cameras."

Matt gulps, nodding as he arranges himself half in frame, sitting on his heels and stroking himself idly.

"Roger that, Kitten, I'm at your command."

And is he ever.

The change in Keith's demeanor as he turns on the camera is electrifying. He flicks a wave to the screen with a sultry smile and the chiming only increases.

"Hello everyone, thanks for joining me for my special treat today."

His raspy tenor is intentional-

but no less arousing for it, and Matt feels himself perking up at the reminder of what Keith sounds like after a good deepthroating.

"As I'm sure you all know, I've been in heat for a few days now..."

He pauses to reach behind himself, pulling away glistening fingers to show.

"and since you've all been sooo good to me I thought I'd let you help me finish... don't you all want to finish me off?"

The tips are coming so fast now Matt can barely read the screen, just vague impressions and assurance that these lonely alphas would help their "baby boy."

They really have no fucking clue who they're dealing with, and if they weren't live he'd be cackling at the simps lining up to pamper their soft and bratty 'Akira.'

Keith, of course, plays them like a fiddle - smiling beatifically as he twirls a lock of hair around his finger.

"I knew you'd be here to help me, I'd feel so empty without you..."

He punctuates his sentence with a breathy moan, turning around to sashay back to the bed. His jeweled plug flashes as he bends over and crawls up to the pillows where Matt waits patiently.

"Are you ready?"

Matt nods and the chat flares with affirmation.

Keith's grin is full of wicked promise as he looks up through his lashes and curls a hand around Matt's.

"I'll take it from here... you know how much I love the taste of cock."

And then he's swallowing Matt down to the base-

-cutting off the strangled burst of laughter that tries to escape Matt at the terrible fucking line.

But of course, the stream eats it up.

It's the first time Matt's seen the comments live, and it's strange to say the least.

'PULL HIS HAIR' shows up at least five times.

And really, who is he to refuse paying customers?

He winds his fingers through Keith's hair, pulling it to the far side away from the camera for a better view as he begins to rock his hips into his throat.

"You look so pretty like this Kitten," he rumbles, tentative at first.