Stay and keep going
From Create Your Own Story
The air between them hummed with something electric—charged, unspoken, the kind of tension that made the studio lights feel hotter than they were. Kevin’s gaze flicked to the neglected camera, its lens angled toward the plush sofas and cluttered desk instead of the official shoot. A slow smirk curled his lips. "Oh," he drawled, tilting his head toward the equipment. "You wanna make a *movie*?"
His black jockstrap clung to every defined curve as he pivoted, letting the others drink him in. "You like seeing us undressed like this?" The question hung, deliberate, as he rolled his shoulders back.
Rod’s teeth sank into his lower lip, eyes raking over Kevin’s body with a hunger that didn’t bother hiding. Across the room, Mike—still perched on the desk’s edge—let out a rough chuckle. "Fuck yeah we do," he said, palm pressing conspicuously against his groin. "And I know you two horny fuckers aren’t here *just* for the paycheck."
Your pulse thudded in your throat as you stood there, exposed in your jockstrap . Kevin didn’t even glance your way. His attention was locked on Rod, who was already shoving his jeans down, freeing his cock with a rough tug. "Come on then," Rod growled, stroking himself lazily. "Show us how bad you wanna earn this money."
Kevin moved like he’d been waiting for the invitation. He closed the distance in three strides, dropping to his knees without hesitation. Your head whipped toward Mike just in time to see his belt clatter to the floor, his eyes burning into yours like an unspoken challenge.
