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keith’s been following this pornstar named lance for a while now, and he’s always been marketed as the perfect, quintessential top. when Keith starts working for the same company and they do a scene together, he doesn’t expect lance to be such a vocal, enthusiastic bottom
Keith first stumbled across Lance’s videos his senior year of college, doing his very best to pretend that his senior civil engineering project didn’t exist, and that he was on campus these final few months for the ambiance.
He watched alooooot of porn then, okay?
He watched alooooot of porn then, okay?
So much so that a lot of it started sort of collapsing together, almost kaleidoscopic — ass here, dick there, leg there, another over-blown moan, yay.
But when he found Lance’s videos he just... stopped in his tracks.
How to put this. Lance looked like the type
But when he found Lance’s videos he just... stopped in his tracks.
How to put this. Lance looked like the type
to ruin your credit then fuck you so good you forgot about it.
Looked like the type of dude who was intentionally hard to get a hold of, like he buried his phone in the goddamn backyard for most of the day and fucked off doing god-knows-what. But whenever you //did//
Looked like the type of dude who was intentionally hard to get a hold of, like he buried his phone in the goddamn backyard for most of the day and fucked off doing god-knows-what. But whenever you //did//
eventually see him again you’d be the one sucking //his// cock bc you missed it so bad.
Lance literally fucks people while wearing snap backs. Snap backs!
Lance literally fucks people while wearing snap backs. Snap backs!
He also wears this puca shell necklace that Keith swears douchebags across the North American continent pool their funds to buy in bulk.
He has this multicolored rainbow tattoo that takes up most of his left arm, in the shape of an island.
He has this multicolored rainbow tattoo that takes up most of his left arm, in the shape of an island.
When Keith realized that island was Cuba he suddenly could not look at a map of the Caribbean without getting hard.
And Lance fucks like somebody said he can’t. He fucks like he’s trying to prove something.
And Lance fucks like somebody said he can’t. He fucks like he’s trying to prove something.
He has this way of pinning people down, snapping into them over and over again with an impeccable sense of rhythm. Seriously. It’s like he’s doing it to a beat!
And of //course// he’s gorgeous, and of-fucking-course he knows that.
And of //course// he’s gorgeous, and of-fucking-course he knows that.
His trademark is a cocky smirk at the camera mid-fuck, wink thrown in. His blue eyes are so impossibly striking that Keith thought they were contacts for the longest time.
Once Keith graduates he gets a job in his field, yay!
But it’s basically grunt work (ugh), and it
Once Keith graduates he gets a job in his field, yay!
But it’s basically grunt work (ugh), and it
barely pays enough to keep his lights on and his roommates satisfied with his contribution to rent.
So he’s trying to figure out a way to make a little bit of cash.
He sends an email to the first porn studio that comes to mind (and of course it’s Altatex, Lance’s studio, bc
So he’s trying to figure out a way to make a little bit of cash.
He sends an email to the first porn studio that comes to mind (and of course it’s Altatex, Lance’s studio, bc
Lance seems to be the only thing he ever wants to watch, nowadays). Not expecting anything back. He sends it between an application to a Jamba Juice and an Autozone.
But they respond.
And they interview him.
And they like him enough to /hire/ him.
But they respond.
And they interview him.
And they like him enough to /hire/ him.
There are few things in this world, besides Oreos and MGMT, that keith enjoys more than fucking.
And he’s self-aware enough to realize that he’s really fucking good at it.
He thinks most of his pst partners would give him two overwhelmed, trembling thumbs up.
And he’s self-aware enough to realize that he’s really fucking good at it.
He thinks most of his pst partners would give him two overwhelmed, trembling thumbs up.
And Altatex’s viewers seem to like him. Soon he’s raking in enough to comfortably cover his portion of the rent. He even gets to finally bring his old crappy Chevy to the shop.
He sees Lance around, and every time he does his breath catches in his throat.
He sees Lance around, and every time he does his breath catches in his throat.
Keith tops a lot, but he’s also done his fair share of bottoming, and he’d be lying if he said that he handn’t imagined Lance fucking into him smooth-hipped, with all the sinuous grace of a dancer.
But equally, if not more, frequently, he’s imagined having Lance under him.
But equally, if not more, frequently, he’s imagined having Lance under him.
That smirking, macho “tough guy” whimpering with Keith’s cock deep inside him.
As you can imagine thoughts like these are the reason why Keith’s been forcing himself to keep his distance.
As you can imagine thoughts like these are the reason why Keith’s been forcing himself to keep his distance.
It’s an interesting line, trying to manage your attraction to a co-worker that you might be required to fuck any day now.
That day comes.
Keith has to do a scene with Lance, and he feels his face heating up at the thought of getting fucked by him.
That day comes.
Keith has to do a scene with Lance, and he feels his face heating up at the thought of getting fucked by him.
Then he hears that he’ll be topping, and he swears his dick shimmies with delight in his joggers.
The day comes, and Lance is... actually extremely nice. He’s all jokes, like he usually is with everybody on set.
The day comes, and Lance is... actually extremely nice. He’s all jokes, like he usually is with everybody on set.
A goddamn ray of sunshine. Who fucks like a devil. Hey, people have layers.
“Be gentle with me, Dallas,” he jokes right before they start.
Keith rolls his eyes, can’t help but smile.
“Be gentle with me, Dallas,” he jokes right before they start.
Keith rolls his eyes, can’t help but smile.
They’re doing a role play scene, and premise strikes Keith as so goddamn true to life that he barely manages to hold in his laugh as they start rolling.
Lance is supposed to be this arrogant bad boy-type, comes in in his joggers and loose tank top and all.
Lance is supposed to be this arrogant bad boy-type, comes in in his joggers and loose tank top and all.
Keith’s supposed to be his tutor and “good-influence” mentor, supposed to “straighten him out” (Keith is //cackling// inside).
Lance marches into the “school room,” plops down onto the desk across from Keith’s, and puts his feet up on the surface.
The textbooks they’re
Lance marches into the “school room,” plops down onto the desk across from Keith’s, and puts his feet up on the surface.
The textbooks they’re
using as props clatter to the ground.
“You’re gonna make this difficult, aren’t you?” Keith says, exasperated.
Lance grins and shrugs, and Keith feels heat pooling in his stomach.
“You’re gonna make this difficult, aren’t you?” Keith says, exasperated.
Lance grins and shrugs, and Keith feels heat pooling in his stomach.
“Let’s just wait out the two hours, yeah? I’ll spare you the migraine, I’m not gonna absorb any of this shit.”
“Yeah? Am I gonna have to get creative then? I’m pretty flexible.”
Lance raises a brow. “Would ya look at that. So am I.”
“Yeah? Am I gonna have to get creative then? I’m pretty flexible.”
Lance raises a brow. “Would ya look at that. So am I.”
Keith gets up from his seat, reigns in his anticipation so he can draw this out at least a little bit.
Lance looks up at him with those big blue eyes as he gets closer. Yeah, definitely not contacts.
“Let me give you something you cannot focus on, yeah?” Keith murmurs.
Lance looks up at him with those big blue eyes as he gets closer. Yeah, definitely not contacts.
“Let me give you something you cannot focus on, yeah?” Keith murmurs.
He unbuttons his slacks and pulls down his zipper, drinks in the way that Lance licks his lips as Keith brings his cock out.
Keith runs a hand through Lance’s curly hair, knocks the cap off his head.
Keith tightens his grip and brings Lance’s face to his cock.
Lance wraps a hand around the length, brings out his tongue and licks a wet, enticing stripe from the base, right above Keith’s balls,
Keith tightens his grip and brings Lance’s face to his cock.
Lance wraps a hand around the length, brings out his tongue and licks a wet, enticing stripe from the base, right above Keith’s balls,
to the mushroom head.
He wraps his lips around the tip as he looks up at Keith, and Keith feels a groan building in his chest.
He wraps his lips around the tip as he looks up at Keith, and Keith feels a groan building in his chest.
“No games, sweetheart,” he says, “suck this cock for real. I know you know what to do.”
Lance sinks down on his cock, almost to the root, and Keith groans.
Keith uses his grip to fuck Lance’s pretty face, blowjob sloppy and loud.
Lance sinks down on his cock, almost to the root, and Keith groans.
Keith uses his grip to fuck Lance’s pretty face, blowjob sloppy and loud.
Lance swallows around him and sinks nearly to the root again, throat muscles constricting.
Keith traces his slick, pretty red lips with a thumb, right where they’re stretched around him.
Keith traces his slick, pretty red lips with a thumb, right where they’re stretched around him.
And when Keith finally gets to fuck him?
Keith can’t remember the last time he was this eager to do anything.
He bends Lance over the main, sturdier desk and pulls his joggers down to his thighs.
Keith can’t remember the last time he was this eager to do anything.
He bends Lance over the main, sturdier desk and pulls his joggers down to his thighs.
Lance’s ass is not a new sight to Keith. He’s seen it plenty. And he //knows// that Lance always has a better ass than any of the people he tops.
But to //see it//, plump and full, brown and gleaming under the studio lights, is something else entirely.
But to //see it//, plump and full, brown and gleaming under the studio lights, is something else entirely.
Keith spends as much time as he can testing its jiggle.
He smacks it, mesmerized by how it bounces, and Lance laughs.
“Enjoying yourself?”
He smacks it, mesmerized by how it bounces, and Lance laughs.
“Enjoying yourself?”
Keith smirks up at him.
“Mmm ask me in five seconds.”
Keith grips a cheek and pulls it aside to reveal Lance’s hole, shiny with the lube he’d used for prep.
Keith wastes no time sinking a thumb in, right to the final knuckle.
Lance moans.
“Mmm ask me in five seconds.”
Keith grips a cheek and pulls it aside to reveal Lance’s hole, shiny with the lube he’d used for prep.
Keith wastes no time sinking a thumb in, right to the final knuckle.
Lance moans.
“//Now// I’m enjoying myself.”
Keith toys with the hot silken channel, licks his lips at how Lance’s rim clings to his thumb. So sweet. A sweet little hole.
Keith toys with the hot silken channel, licks his lips at how Lance’s rim clings to his thumb. So sweet. A sweet little hole.
Keith brings his other thumb into the mix, sinks it in alongside the one that’s already exploring Lance’s walls.
He sinks both in the final knuckle, and Lance’s arch deepens as he pushes his ass back towards keih’s face, moaning louder now.
He sinks both in the final knuckle, and Lance’s arch deepens as he pushes his ass back towards keih’s face, moaning louder now.
“Damn baby,” Keith murmurs, drawing his thumbs out of the wet, tight heat only to push them in again, swift and unforgiving with it.
“You’ve got a slut’s hole, you know that?”
Keith pulls his thumbs apart gently, giving Lance an even sharper stretch.
“Fuck!” Lance shouts.
“You’ve got a slut’s hole, you know that?”
Keith pulls his thumbs apart gently, giving Lance an even sharper stretch.
“Fuck!” Lance shouts.
“That’s it, baby.”
Keith can’t help it. He knows he should be fucking lance by now, can hear somebody onset telling him to get on with it (someone else cuts them off, so he must be doing something right).
Keith pulls his thumbs apart again, registers the sound of Lance’s
Keith can’t help it. He knows he should be fucking lance by now, can hear somebody onset telling him to get on with it (someone else cuts them off, so he must be doing something right).
Keith pulls his thumbs apart again, registers the sound of Lance’s
scrabbling across the wooden surface of the desk, overwhelmed already.
Oh this is gonna be fuuuuuun.
Keith bites his lip at the sight of Lance’s sweet hole winking at him, twitching around his thumbs. His eyes fall closed as he licks into Lance’s heat,
Oh this is gonna be fuuuuuun.
Keith bites his lip at the sight of Lance’s sweet hole winking at him, twitching around his thumbs. His eyes fall closed as he licks into Lance’s heat,
squeezes his tongue into the space that he’s created for himself.
Lance tastes erotic, sounds even dirtier. He’s whimpering and whining as Keith licks him out, tongues his little hole like it’s a mouth.
Keith hasn’t even kissed him yet. He’ll have to fix that soon.
Lance tastes erotic, sounds even dirtier. He’s whimpering and whining as Keith licks him out, tongues his little hole like it’s a mouth.
Keith hasn’t even kissed him yet. He’ll have to fix that soon.
When keith finally gets up to slick himself, Lance is looking back at him over his shoulder. Those pretty eyes are glistening with tears. So responsive, so gorgeous.
Keith’s ego soars.
His legs tremble as he grips the fat cheeks of Lance’s ass and sinks in.
Keith’s ego soars.
His legs tremble as he grips the fat cheeks of Lance’s ass and sinks in.
It just... //fuck// it just feels so fucking good.
Keith guesses it has a lot to do with just how insanely attracted he is to the moaning man currently grinding back into his cock,
Keith guesses it has a lot to do with just how insanely attracted he is to the moaning man currently grinding back into his cock,
but Lance is just so goddamn tight on his own that Keith’s savoring every hot inch.
“Come on sweetheart,” he coos as he meets a bit of resistance.
“Nnn,” Lance moans, bearing down.
Keith makes it those final few inches, bottoms out as his mind roars
“Come on sweetheart,” he coos as he meets a bit of resistance.
“Nnn,” Lance moans, bearing down.
Keith makes it those final few inches, bottoms out as his mind roars
at the feeling of Lance’s plump cheeks squished against his thighs.
“//There// we go. Good job, pretty boy.”
Keith leans down and draws Lance into a kiss as his cock sits thick and heavy inside him,
“//There// we go. Good job, pretty boy.”
Keith leans down and draws Lance into a kiss as his cock sits thick and heavy inside him,
so fucking deep.
Lance has a sweet mouth, burn kisses like a demon. Those full lips, that nimble tongue as the kiss quickly becomes wet and smacking... ooooh this boy is a treat.
When Keith starts fucking him he is genuinely unsure of how long he’ll last.
Lance has a sweet mouth, burn kisses like a demon. Those full lips, that nimble tongue as the kiss quickly becomes wet and smacking... ooooh this boy is a treat.
When Keith starts fucking him he is genuinely unsure of how long he’ll last.
He knows he’s gonna have to switch positions soon, to make the vid good and to stall his own impending orgasm, but the sight of Lance’s juicy ass bouncing and Keith fucks into him rough and deep. The sight of Lance’s hole, a little swollen from abuse now, //eating// his cock as
he sinks in... Keith wishes he could paint because holy FUCK.
After several mind-meltingly hot moments inside Lance like that, pinning me him to the desk with a hand on the back of his head as Keith pounds his pretty ass, Keith turns him around
After several mind-meltingly hot moments inside Lance like that, pinning me him to the desk with a hand on the back of his head as Keith pounds his pretty ass, Keith turns him around
and helps him onto the desk.
He gets rid of the joggers and pushes the tank top up Lance’s chest to bare his nipples.
There are blotches of a pretty red on Lance’s cheeks, and he’s grinning up at Keith.
The sight makes Keith leak more pre-cum, and he hooks his hands
There are blotches of a pretty red on Lance’s cheeks, and he’s grinning up at Keith.
The sight makes Keith leak more pre-cum, and he hooks his hands
on the backs of Lance’s knees. He spreads his legs, pushes them to his chest.
Lance holds himself open, so well-behaves at the prospect of more hard cock.
Keith thrusts back in with a groan, the sharp //slap!// of his thighs against Lance’s ass
Lance holds himself open, so well-behaves at the prospect of more hard cock.
Keith thrusts back in with a groan, the sharp //slap!// of his thighs against Lance’s ass
rings throughout the studio.
He braces a hand on Lance’s chest as he fucks him, boldly holds eye contact.
Keith flicks a pebbles brown nipple, and Lance shivers and tightens around him.
“Mmm!”
He braces a hand on Lance’s chest as he fucks him, boldly holds eye contact.
Keith flicks a pebbles brown nipple, and Lance shivers and tightens around him.
“Mmm!”
Keith chuckles.
“Sensitive everywhere, huh sweetheart? How do I feel?”
“G-good.”
Keith snaps his hips sharper, hits Lance’s prostate dead-on.
“//Fuck//! B-big...”
“Sensitive everywhere, huh sweetheart? How do I feel?”
“G-good.”
Keith snaps his hips sharper, hits Lance’s prostate dead-on.
“//Fuck//! B-big...”
“Yeah?” Keith pulls out till he’s almost completely free of Lance’s hot ass, and thrusts in again, going straight after that sweet spot deep inside him.
“How’s my aim?”
“Fuck!”
“How’s my aim?”
“Fuck!”
Keith toys with that nipple some more, and it’s the fucking view of a lifetime to watch Lance’s eyes flutter closed, that fly open, then roll into the back of his skull as Keith fucks him hard.
Keith slips two fingers into Lance’s mouth, thumb tracing his plump
Keith slips two fingers into Lance’s mouth, thumb tracing his plump
bottom lip as he leans closer so they’re chest to chest.
“‘M gonna cum, sweetheart,” Keith tells him, thrusting the fingers in time with the rhythm of his cock in Lance’s ass,
“‘M gonna cum, sweetheart,” Keith tells him, thrusting the fingers in time with the rhythm of his cock in Lance’s ass,
“‘M gonna cum inside you. Want you to cum with me too, yeah? Can you do that for me Lance?”
Lance nods.
“That’s a good, pretty boy.”
Keith adjusts so the camera’s can get a better angle, and Lance’s hand flies to his cock.
He jerks himself off in time with Keith’s final
Lance nods.
“That’s a good, pretty boy.”
Keith adjusts so the camera’s can get a better angle, and Lance’s hand flies to his cock.
He jerks himself off in time with Keith’s final
desperate thrusts.
He comes long before Keith does, sprays his chest white. Mewls so pretty as Keith fucks his oversensitive little hole, as Keith cums inside him with a moan ripped straight from his chest.
He comes long before Keith does, sprays his chest white. Mewls so pretty as Keith fucks his oversensitive little hole, as Keith cums inside him with a moan ripped straight from his chest.
whoa i did not mean for this to be this long lmao
