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“I miss you, sweetheart,” Lin’s voice murmurs through the speaker on your phone, and your heart breaks a little at just how earnest and upset he sounds.
“Miss you too… But I’ll be home tomorrow, and we can make up for lost time all weekend, hmm?”
“I’ll hold you to that one,” he says, his tone a little brighter at the reminder.
“You can hold me however you want, baby…” you giggle. That thought certainly helps cheer you both up a little – you could swear you hear his breath catch on the other side of the phone, and damn if it doesn’t drive you insane knowing he’s as desperate as you are.
While Lin had to stay home, busy prepping for his next directorial venture, you’ve been away all week at a literary festival; and sure, it was enriching and enlightening, but after endless panels and discussions and attempting to take some people seriously when they lecture on the power of cliterature, you’re entirely cooked. Now all you really want is to stop taking notes and just fall into your darling’s arms – only you know how much you’ve missed him and his boundless energy…
It seems fate doesn’t want to keep you and Lin apart much longer either. As soon as you hear that a severe snowstorm is forecasted to hit the city by morning, you quickly change your flight back, and dip out of the convention before the weather gets worse. Lin is understandably worried about how you'll get home, but beyond assuring him you would be fine, you don’t tell him any of this – it may not have been planned as a surprise, but you sure can make it one.
But by the time your flight lands and you take an Uber back to his apartment uptown, it’s past two in the morning. You unlock the door quietly, leaving your bags, coat and boots in the reception area before you tiptoe down the hall, mindful that Lin might already be asleep.
The first shock comes when you realise he is most certainly not asleep. Standing just outside the bedroom door left slightly ajar, you hear quiet gasps and muffled moans from inside, and your heart sinks to your stomach. He better not be doing what you suddenly suspect he’s doing… If he’s got someone else in there, if he’s cheating on you with one of his—
You haven’t even finished the thought when you hear him again. But this time it’s proof enough that he’s alone, and he’s not only panting, he’s also cursing under his breath and gritting out your name in a low yet loving growl between desperate groans, begs and pleas – god, you feel guilty even doubting him for that split second. He just misses you, that’s all… Now there’s a thought you could be on board with.
Still as quiet as can be, you push open the door to find Lin alone in the bed you usually share, leaning back against the headboard. His hair is dishevelled, his eyes squeezed shut, his cheeks flushed, his t-shirt riding up and his sweatpants pulled down to the top of his thighs… He’s gripping his phone in one hand, while the other is wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, moving in slow, teasing strokes that leave him gasping, bucking his hips and writhing in the sheets. You can’t tear your gaze away from him; neither of you have ever been into voyeurism, but there’s something strangely erotic about watching him like this, so close to climax, losing himself in a fantasy that you only wish you could see into – and not least because you've been hearing sermons on successful sex scenes over the last few days, but nothing you write will ever come close to this. What a delicious sight to come home to…
Fuuuuuucking hell.
“Oh, baby…” you whisper, continuing to watch him slowly lose control. The room is dark, save for a dimmed lamp on the nightstand and his phone screen casting a blue glow onto his flushed yet handsome face, until he tosses the device aside to put that hand to better use. Lin still has no awareness of your arrival, and you almost wonder what the mental image is that’s making him so feral that he begs himself for a release he knows he doesn’t want yet; he’s so hard it looks painful, and his tip glistens with precum that he rubs in circular motions around it.
And yet, the increasing volume of his breathless groans, the light sheen of sweat on his forehead, the way his t-shirt clings to his chest… it all suggests he’s clearly been at this for a while, deliberately delaying himself and drawing it out even longer. The value of tension and release is good to know, you take note, and so you let yourself indulge a little longer, watching him spit onto his palm and fuck his own fist, trying not to get distracted by how much his pleasured sighs turn you on.
You try to restrain yourself, but when your name falls from his lips in another divinely desperate moan, you can’t resist any longer. You shrug out of your sweater and cross the room to him; he’s entirely oblivious to your presence, still lost in the throes of pleasure, even when you perch on the edge of the bed and lean over to capture his parted lips in a tender kiss, swallowing his sighs as you place one hand beside his and begin to stroke his length in time with him… His eyes only flutter open when you draw back, gazing down at him in adoration, meeting warm brown glazed with lust. He’s so fucking gorgeous like this…
“Hi, baby,” you whisper, “Did you miss me?”
“So much,” he breathes. “Are you— I mean, is this real?”
“Very real,” you assure him, pecking his cheek, “Need some help with that?”
Lin glances down at your hand near his, both still slowly pumping his cock, and he quietly groans, dropping his head onto your shoulder. “You’re gonna kill me, sweetheart…”
“If we’re still referring to orgasms as little deaths, then… of course I am,” you tease, gently squeezing him, “But before I do, tell me, what were you watching? Must’ve been pretty good to get you like this, hmm?” He lets out a quiet whimper when you briefly let go of him, but nevertheless he leans back on the headboard again in defeat.
Meanwhile, you reach over him for his phone where it lays forgotten on your side of the bed, still looping a video.
He’s practically blushing as you look at the screen, and your jaw drops when you finally realise why. The mystery video in question, the seemingly highly stimulating porn he’s been getting off to, is a security camera recording of the time he snuck you into his bookstore after hours; hiding between the bookcases, you’d dropped to your knees and given him an apparently life-ruining blowjob before he finger-fucked you until you fell into his arms, and you’ve never been able to look at those shelves the same way again since. And he, apparently, wasn’t planning on even telling you that the whole escapade existed on video, with high-definition footage from multiple angles that he’s seemingly cut together for maximum effect.
“Lin, what the fuck? Where did you get this?” you ask, still a little shocked by the revelation.
“Security cameras at the store,” he mumbles, as though confessing to a crime, “They connect to an app on my phone. I only went in there to erase it before anyone else could see, but after watching it back, I saved the footage to my, uh – hidden files first.”
This fucking beautiful, obsessed, unhinged man… Your heart throbs with love for him, and that extends a little further south too. He’s ridiculous, and you absolutely adore that about him.
“Oh my god, you’ve had our… accidental sex tape for this long, and you never thought to tell me?!”
“I’m sorry, baby. For what it’s worth, this is the only time I, like, used it… And I swear no-one else will ever see it, but if you want me to delete it–” Lin begins sheepishly, suddenly ashamed.
“Delete it? Absolutely not. Fuck, we’re so hot together…” you comment, biting your lip as you watch the video of him leaning against the bookcase with you on your knees in front of him, his hands tangled in your hair as he fucks your mouth and you gladly let him. For a moment, you switch to watching him watch you, and that somehow makes the whole thing even more erotic and electric… well, you can see why he couldn’t bring himself to delete this, and instead saved it for a not-so-rainy day. It’s depraved and delicious all at once, and damn if he doesn’t love being on camera.
“But if you get to keep it, then so do I,” you giggle, “I’ve been gone a whole week, and all I had are a bunch of blurry photos from that one time I tried to film us and failed ‘cause you distracted me. And you had this? Not fair.”
“You… want the video?”
“Of course I do. Look at you… damn, baby, I can’t see you from this angle when I’m on my knees, but you look so fucking hot using me like that…”
“Stop,” he murmurs, “Stop before I…”
“Oh, come on… How long were you edging yourself before I got here?”
“Like… almost an hour, probably?”
“Fucking hell, Lin. Send me that video and I’ll do you anything you want in the next one.”
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
“And there's a… next one?”
“Fuck yeah there is.”
Within seconds, Lin has AirDropped the security camera sex tape to your phone, and now he stares up at you with pure lust burning in his beautiful brown eyes.
“You promised,” he says, pulling you in for a quick but heated kiss.
“I did. Now tell me, how do you wanna come, baby? My hands? My mouth? My—”
“Inside you, or not at all,” he growls, tugging at the waistband of your leggings, “And I wanna film it, for you this time.”
Heat rises to your cheeks and pools between your legs. How this man can simultaneously make you blush like a schoolgirl and turn you on like his own personal plaything, you’ll never know.
“Is that what you were waiting for?” you smirk, feeling a little braver, “Is that why you held out so long? Would you have waited until the morning if I didn’t come home early?”
“I missed you,” Lin admits, his usual earnest sweetness cutting through the dominant demeanour he’s putting on, “I was about to finish, but then you showed up and I thought I was still just fantasising and I wanted it to last longer…”
“It still can,” you say sweetly, “Go on, film this, Mr. Director – this one’s all yours.”
The title alone puts an adorable grin on Lin’s face, and he immediately grabs his phone, pulling up the camera app.
“Rolling,” he teases, “Whenever you’re ready, sweetheart.”
“I’ll do whatever you want, sir…” You shoot him a wink before stepping off the bed to discard your leggings and panties to the floor. Lin’s heated gaze remains fixed on you, his eyes and his camera following your every movement as you return to his bed and straddle his lap, knees either side of his hips, letting him see just how wet you are already.
Encouraged by his desperation as he tries to raise his hips to meet yours, you slip off your tank top, leaving you in just a lace bra that you’re certain leaves nothing to his imagination when his gaze flickers up. With his free hand, he reaches behind you and unhooks it, exposing you fully, and you could melt at his lascivious stare as you toss it aside.
“But now this isn’t fair,” you remark, pushing his t-shirt further up his chest, “Off, please.”
That little flame of lust in his eyes blooms into a blazing inferno, and you realise neither of you really even need to say anything – it’s understood. Lin hands you his phone and does as you say, no questions asked, and you immediately dip down to kiss him once his t-shirt is gone, your free hand on his bare, smooth chest before your lips shortly follow, a series of butterfly kisses along his neck, across his chest, teasing bites on his nipples, little licks to chase the sting… Meanwhile he’s taken his phone back from your shaking hands and propped it up on a pillow, leaving his own hands free to wander all over you, reaching, caressing, fondling, just desperate for any contact he can get. He squeezes your bare ass, drawing you closer as he kicks away his sweatpants.
“Please, baby,” he begs, “Fuck, I can’t take any more of this…”
“I know, love, I know…” you giggle, still straddling him, purposely letting your slick centre settle at the base of his cock as you reach for his phone again. He groans as you slowly roll your hips against him, essentially getting off with him beneath you; there’s something to be said to the idea of having this all on camera too, and you figure all this teasing could make for a fun replay.
But Lin is no less a tease, and he swipes the phone back as his lips meet your exposed neck, he drops sweet kisses and torturous bites along your collarbone that leave you whimpering as he sneaks one hand between you, teasing before pushing one finger into you. He clearly loves that too.
“Having you like this fucking wrecks me, shit…” he murmurs as you tangle one hand in his hair, the other slipping beneath him to grab his ass, making him moan against your skin. “You’re driving me wild, you know that, mi amor?”
“Oh, papi, so are you…” You let out a needy sigh as he brings his finger to his lips, glistening with obvious evidence of the fact. His teasing touches and words are enough to leave you wet and desperate for him, he absolutely knows the effect he has on you – and now it’s documented well enough, too.
He begins to grind against you, somehow still hanging on to the phone and holding it steady enough to keep filming.
”You feel this, baby?” he rasps, and of course you feel him, the heat radiating off his bare skin, the pressure of the tip of his cock teasing you – but you’re all too aware that this is him putting on a show, performing, playing it up for the camera as he tilts the phone to show off. It comes as no surprise that he’s so into this, but you briefly wonder if you shouldn’t like this as much as you do. “It’s you, it’s all you, this is what you do to me…”
“You’re so fucking good like this, I need more…” you sigh, following his lead.
“Take it,” Lin demands, almost pained, “Use me, baby – and…” His gaze drops to the phone in his hand and you take the hint without a second thought, taking over filming in his fit of desperation.
When you finally put him out of his misery and position yourself over him, you’re no less wrecked when you both watch yourselves through the screen as he pushes into you, gasping and grasping for each other. His hands settle on your hips, guiding and holding you where he wants you; he’s struggling to maintain his composure as you move a little to adjust to him, but you fare no better.
“Oh, my god — Lin, that’s – so fucking good…”
“You’re taking me so well, good girl…” he praises, and now you’re the desperate moaning mess – which you’re not mad about in the slightest; and clearly neither is he. “Now put on a show for me… Let me hear you, pull my hair, ride me like you own me, ‘cause you damn well know you do…” he commands softly, and perhaps he doesn’t even have to ask, for you're reduced to a begging, writhing mess, grabbing at him as he works you closer and closer to the edge he’s been holding on to all night. You have to put the phone down again, you’re shaking too much for the footage to be clear – so the device ends up propped back on his pillow, with a clear angle on the both of you again.
After all this watching and teasing and touching, it barely takes him a couple of deep strokes and his thumb on your clit before it crashes through you and you’re clenching around him, soaking his cock with your own release, moaning his name knowing that’ll get him too. You just about keep it together long enough to grab hold of his wrists and pin him to the bed, riding him harder and faster. He’s gasping, moaning, begging for it, and it’s the sexiest sight you’ve ever seen.
“Don’t stop, baby, please…” he gasps beneath you, “I’m so close, fuck…”
“Lin…” you whisper, keeping up your pace as he meets you with desperate thrusts, “Come for me, my love… Fill me up like you’ve been fantasising about all night, let me feel you…”
And he does.
God, he does, and it’s unlike anything you've ever shared before. His movements become stuttered and uncontrolled, his moans even louder, and he cries out your name as he finally lets himself go, the heat of his release spreading within you. He can’t hold back any longer, either; he’s completely lost control when you clench around him and drain every last drop he can give you – and being so full of him, only makes you come again, even harder and louder.
There’s still a wet, slippery mess between your body and his, but neither of you pay it any mind for the moment, and the silence is filled with your respective heavy breaths as you both attempt to recover from the intensity of that final shared orgasm. Lin is a sight to behold, still flushed, strands of his hair clinging to his forehead, his forehead and chest glowing with a thin sheen of sweat. While he catches his breath, slowly recovering, you lean down and lick away at his neck, the salt of his skin ironically an aphrodisiac to your thirsty self. Which would maybe be awful, but then he reaches between us and drags two fingers through the aforementioned mess you’ve made… He licks his fingers clean, and shoots you a satisfied smirk before crashing his lips against yours, letting you taste just how good you both are together. Damn.
You’re both drained and sweaty and a little glazed in the afterglow, even after he’s gotten you reasonably cleaned up. You lay your head on his chest and he wraps his arms tight around you, affectionately running his fingers through your hair.
“Baby,” Lin whispers, dropping a sweet kiss to your forehead, “You’re perfect… God, that was incredible.”
He begins to shift from under you, but you don’t let him go. “Wait,” you say in a sleepy murmur, “Want you to stay.”
“You sure?”
“Never been as sure of anything as I am about you. I love you, darling…”
“I love you too,” Lin says sweetly, “That was so much better than the fantasy.”
“Bet,” you say, practically slurring, “So good, baby. You’re good to me.” You bury your nose in the crook of his neck, kissing and nipping and sucking on his skin there. Or at least, that’s what you think you’re doing, though in effect it’s a lot more sloppy and far less controlled, and he doesn’t sound any less drunk on love.
“You okay, honey?” he asks, gentle fingers lazily running through your hair and down your back, comforting as ever.
“Tired. Dickmatised. Lintoxicated. I don’t know,” you mumble against his skin before resuming marking him.
“Is that even a – y’know what, never mind. Get some sleep, mi amor…” He gently lifts you off him, and you're barely conscious enough to know when he’s gotten you into another one of his t-shirts and grabbed clean boxers for himself, before he curls up beside you again, cuddling you into his side. The warmth of his body comforts you, he’s so soft and cosy that it isn’t long before you drift off to sleep in his arms.
It’s not until the morning after that you revisit the footage in question together. One would imagine a filmmaker and a romance writer would make a pretty fucking delicious sex tape, but apparently, when you’re this in love and this gone for each other, technique and logic go straight to hell… much like you both probably will be after the sinful mess that now exists in your phones.
“Just so you know, I’m never letting you live that down,” you giggle when the latest instalment ends, sipping your coffee.
Lin glances up from his phone at you across the breakfast table, brows raised with a look of faint amusement, “Live what down, baby?”
“That you missed me so much, you had to resort to getting off to CCTV porn.”
“Come again?”
“Title of your sex tape,” you tease. Lin rolls his eyes and playfully tosses a strawberry at you from his plate.
“Fine by me,” he smirks as you catch the berry and pop it into your mouth. “Although now that we have a sequel, I wouldn’t be opposed if you wanted to turn it into a trilogy…”
“Don’t you, like, have an actual movie to make soon?”
“Yeah, but… You won’t be there, and we’ve gotta survive that shoot schedule somehow, right?” Lin says, just about biting his lip, “Besides, you promised me anything…”
You pretend to consider it, though you know by now this arrangement is mutually beneficial. “You drive a hard bargain…”
“That’s what she said,” he comments nonchalantly.
“It is indeed,” you giggle, crossing the room to him again, “You damn well know I’d do anything for you, baby. And anyway, the camera loves you…”
“I think it loves you slightly more. Or maybe that’s just me…” he smirks, pulling you into his arms – and of course you don’t resist.
“Alright, Mr. Director… what do you have in mind for the next one?”
Lin is all too enthusiastic to launch into that narration — but you’re no less shook when you hear it. Yeah, you’re both going straight to hell, but you’d be damned if you didn’t enjoy the ride…