“It’s ready for us,” he corrects. “But I don’t see any lube.” His eyes search around the room.
“Make some,” I say, looking at the knife while rubbing above my right nipple.
His tongue pokes out and he presses the blade to my skin, slowly gliding it down before moving it up. The sting has my muscles tightening, and I nod in encouragement for him to keep going.
He holds it tighter to another area above my nipple and cuts deeper this time, and I wince, clenching my teeth. He licks the blade and shoots me a cocky grin when he gathers my dripping blood with his fingers. Turning around, he kneels on the ground and spreads his thighs to get better access to his hole. He shoves his fingers inside himself, and I lower myself next to him so he can take from me what he needs.
He does too, using more of the blood oozing from my chest to soak himself and spread himself wider. He rolls his hips, lifting himself up and down on his hand. He mewls and whimpers, grinding harder against his hand and bringing his face to my chest to lick my wound as his whole body shakes. He’s already so close. It won’t take much to make him come screaming.
His eyes are glassy, and before he can slip his fingers out, I sit flat on the ground, dragging him onto my lap. His hand falls away and I replace it with my cock, lowering him down onto it until I’m bottoming out. Gripping his hips, I slam myself up into him, rocking upward and tasting my blood from his mouth when attacking him with mine.
Our moans mix together, our bodies colliding over and over. We’re so in sync with one another, knowing exactly when and how to move in order to accommodate the other person. An electric current runs through us and it almost takes my breath away. It only takes a few more thrusts for me to come undone beneath him. He’s unraveling from the seams too, fucking himself on my spent cock, and I fully get him there with my fingers jerking his pretty, swollen shaft.
He screams, his eyes lit up and head falling back. Now this is a good scream. Not like the revolting ugly sound Justin made. This one is beautiful and only something that could come from a star.
“And cut,” I say with my lips hovering over his, and his eyes slowly blink.
“Did I do good again?”
“Better than good. So much fucking better.”
“What am I to you again?” His words are barely louder than a whisper.
“My everything.”
He snorts. “Aside from that.”
“My little star.”
“And what else?”
“My little idol.”
“I’m yours,” he says, sounding exasperated.
“Yes. You are mine. My everything.”
“You’re mine too?” he asks, struggling to keep his eyes open.
“Every bit of me.”
“My cameraman,” he says lazily. “My everything too.”
“Yes. Should we go to bed now?” I press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Mhm.” He looks over at Justin. “We can take care of that in the next scene.”
“Yeah, we can. There are no rules here. You do whatever when you’re ready.”
“You always know when that is before I do.”
“Sometimes you need a little push, but it’s still always your choice.”
He nods into my shoulder, rubbing his wet face into my skin. “Take me to bed now, and in the morning you can help me choose what to wear for when it’s time to film again.”
“Gladly.”
I stand up from the floor, struggling on the first attempt and shuffling him in my arms to balance myself better. Moving forward, I carry him out of the room, looking back at Justin one more time before closing the door. It was a good filming day, and sometimes the best sets need the biggest clean ups.