It wasn't always the first time you had sex with someone you would grow to love was professionally filmed.

He was a surprise, to say the least. And the more the evening went on, the more surprises were uncovered, like peeling off the petals off a rose one by one to reveal a golden treasure of nectar within.

First of all, he looked... Different compared to what I had expected. He was about twenty-five centimetres shorter than me, yes, but he was also incredibly stylish in a very unusual way. He wore baggy black trousers and a short black coat that, together with his long, wavy hair, made him look quite alternative and girly. He had a small face with eyes that looked slightly too big for it, and his lips were thin and nicely red. That was what I could see from afar, and it made me immediately feel the need to get closer to explore. 

As I walked to him, he looked frightened, but didn't back away. I looked down on him, saw his skin was clear and glassy and completely bare of makeup.

I played with my tongue piercing in a way that made most of my female co-workers swoon.

"Well, aren't you a surprise."

He didn't answer, but looked up at me with a mildly shocked curiosity. Will had left his side long ago, wanting to let us bond.

I hadn't known how I felt about having another man. Especially with my first time being on camera. I had said yes to the job before I quite understood what situation I put myself in, and when I had woken up the next day, it had dawned on me.

Like the professional I was, I had spent the coming few days when I wasn't scheduled at my little desk, clad in soft trousers and a lose t-shirt, my glasses on, doing research on my laptop apart from just reading the manuscript. I googled loads of information ranging from websites for young adults to LHBTQ societies to pure porn. I read an e-book I bought online. I put myself in the situation mentally while maturating. Now, I was green, but I couldn't get more ready than I was.

And regarding the act itself, I had convinced myself to just bite down and do it, see it as a job. I would still do my best to give the boy a good experience to make the footage real, but I wouldn't expect myself to enjoy it much.

Although with this boy...

I wasn't attracted to him. I was straight, had never even considered men. But he was, undoubtedly, painfully pretty.

"We're all set ", Will said. "Go to makeup, Izuna, then we'll start."

I looked at Izuna. He was looking down into his champagne glass of which he'd had a sip.

"I'd like to finish this first", he whispered. 

To initiate a shot could be awkward.

Well, I never thought it was. Not because there was anything in particular about me, although that could have been the reason as there was, in fact, several things that was particular about me. But I had just decided that I would never let myself feel awkward. And it had worked splendidly.

Izuna had taken off his short, cosy coat revealing a simple white long-sleeve T-shirt and was getting his makeup done. He looked good in it; a shimmery bronze eyeshadow and some contouring to enhance his masculine features. His lips were glossy but I knew they wouldn't before long. At least not from lip-gloss...

I was standing at the bed, waiting for him to come over.

"I emailed the manuscript", "Will said. No fuzz, just start off by kissing, then take it further and further. I want you to start undressing within five minutes. Tobirama, you undress Izuna. Then a maximum of fifteen minutes of foreplay or so, so we have something to choose from."

It would be quite a long film, but the thought behind it was that most people could find something they liked then; those who liked only kissing, those who got aroused by tongue, those who adored watching blowjobs, those who jerked off to loving penetration, and those who needed to watch full-on railing. All of them could satisfy their needs with this one video which would make the views become sky-high. Or sky-higher than usual; everything with me in it got splendid views. 

As the cameras were turned on, Izuna came over to the luxurious round be and, sat down. He was in his own clothes still, our director being satisfied with them, and I agreed with him. They suited him. He suited them. He looked up at me expectantly, dangling his feet. I hadn't really known what to expect, having no name to search but this was... Wow. It was obvious he knew what he was doing.

I moved so I stood with one leg on either side of him, my groin hovering above his thighs as he sat in the bed, grabbed his chin and kissed him.

"Mmm..." he went softly.

"So careful..." I murmured, and I knew I would have even if the cameras weren't on.

My style when kissing was rough, but I built up to it. First, I just planted my lips on his, nibbled a little with the softness of mine. I let him begin massaging my lips with his, and then I put my hand on his face and deepened the kiss. My other hand pulled through his soft hair, grabbing on to it and pulling a little.

Then, I wanted to add tongue for the cameras.

I was a harsh but respectful tongue-kisser. I rarely shoved my tongue down your throat as most found that unpleasant, but I used it a lot. Mostly, it was to show off my piercing, to the cameras but also to my co-star to intimidate them. 

I started by licking his lips. Then, as he opened his mouth, I went searching for his tongue with mine, and...

I jerked and frowned. What the actual fuck?

Izuna's backed away a little, and playfully reached his tongue out with a cute smile.

He had not one, but two tongue piercings, one in the front as was the usual placement and one further back. Holy shit. I'd had girls who had their tongues pierced a couple of times, but that was a battle I always won. Izuna, however...

Suddenly, I realised we'd diverted from the manuscript.

"Keep going..." Will murmured, apparently satisfied with what was going on.

I grabbed Izuna's chin, inspected his piercings; white studs as opposed to mine that were metal.

I leaned in, kissed him again. He played my lips with the metal, endlessly skilled. I realised he was intimidating me in that way I had expected to intimidate him.

And I felt something I hadn't expected; desire.

I suddenly hissed, grabbed Izuna's T-shirt and almost tore it off him as I pulled it over his head. He had both nipples pierced because of course he had; I was beginning to feel increasingly owned. I was way, way off script now, moving way too fast but Will didn't stop us which I knew meant he liked what we did. And even if he had tried to stop us, I'm not sure I would've obeyed.

I pushed Izuna down on the bed, grabbed his hands, pinned them down to the bed, kept kissing him, furiously at first, frustrated as I was, but then slowed down, used my tongue outside of our lips for the cameras in that way that was so typical of me, slowly, sensually, backed away a little to let a sliver of saliva connect us. He was panting, looking up at me, brows furrowed; he liked me.

I started teasing him badly then. Encircling one nipple with my finger while licking at the other. Licking around his navel. Caressing the insides of his thighs. In the end, he was a mess, begging for more with his body but without words. His voice was sweet, the moans he emitted melodical and a little raspy. He was tugging at his trousers, and I took them off for him. I went to my knees, stood before him, looked down at him, grabbed his hair...

What is happening to me?

I was having fun with this boy.

And I realised it annoyed me that I didn't know what he felt about the situation.

He looked up at me, eyes large, lips trembling, in fear or because he was aching to suck me I couldn't tell because I didn't know the boy. I looked back at him, trying to figure him out.

And I had forgotten about the cameras.

But then, he grabbed me, opened his mouth, and started working.

He was good. Like, really, really good. I don't know if it was because he had a dick of his own or because he had talent or because he'd practiced a lot, but I enjoyed myself remarkably. He twirled his tongue, pulled his piercings against my most sensitive parts which was enormously uncomfortable but then soothed it with his wet lips which in combination with the displeasure his piercings had just caused me made the pleasure exponentially higher than what I was used to.

We went on like that, playing with each other. He could do things I hadn't even heard of. I did things on him I didn't even know I was capable of. Finally, I had him in front of me, on all four, leaning down on his forearms, panting as I licked in circles around his opening.

"What's your name again?" he asked.

"Nice", said Will. "That's actually hot."

I had forgotten about him, and had no intention of remembering him now.

I put two fingers at his opening.

"Tobirama Senju", I said.

And I pushed my finger in.

I worked him as if he was a virgin, even if his entire body language told me he wasn't. He bent forwards, arched his back, threw his head back only to hide it again; it was all incredibly prettily made.

"Fuuuck, I want to be inside of you", I hissed, not knowing if it was for the camera I said it or not, but deciding this was not the time to think about that.

He turned his head round then, looked at me with his pretty fucking eyes.

"I need you inside of me."

"He's good", I heard one of the assistants murmur to Will, and I knew he wasn't talking about me.

I put one hand on his waist. With the other, I grabbed myself, erect to the skies, leaking to them. I traced a pattern of my pre-cum on his backside, wetting him for me. He was moaning like someone possessed beneath me.

I put myself at his opening, suddenly feeling a tingle of nerves. This is my first time.

I had done anal before, of course I had. But never with a boy. But just as I came to think of it again, Izuna, for just the fraction of a second, became entirely still.

No movement.

No sound.

No breathing.

He knew.

He knew and with his body language, he told me that it was okay, that I was okay, that we were okay.

A rush of gratitude streamed through my blood then, and I realised it wasn't just my body that wanted him but also a hidden part of my soul.

I pushed in slowly, very slowly, not only for Izuna's sake but also for my own. The sensation was so different compared to vaginal. I didn't slide in but rather pushed. The hugging sensation grabbing onto me was remarkable, as if all the pleasure a body could give another was highly concentrated.

I grunted.

Izuna moaned.

I started working soft and slow, moving rhythmically behind him. He pushed himself against me in an attempt to make me go deeper, but I held on to his waist, pushed it away from me so he couldn't get what he wanted, showing him I decided what was happening which caused him to whimper pathetically. It was amazing. He looked amazing.

"Come here", I said and he turned his head back to me, knowing I wanted a kiss.

He had a beautiful face, truly. It was like he was a painting, a mystery. I found it impossible to imagine who he was outside of this room. Had he ever cried? Had he ever laughed? Had he ever loved someone? I found everything about him so hard to imagine; he felt so unreal to me.

"More..." he moaned into my mouth. It was not in the script. "More."

"Patience", I said, shoving my fingers through his hair playfully, going back to my position with light hands on his waist.

We played. For a full hour, we played together. I drove us to a path with two steeps, one on each side, and one of them was desperation, while the other was pure ecstasy. If we deviated from the pathway between them, we would inevitably fall

And we threw each other to the edges over and over. After the initial softness I was tough on him, fucking him. And he took it well. Oh, he took it so well, handling the immense intensity like a fucking sex God bottom. In the end, I tipped us both over the edge of that dangerous path, and we went into ecstasy, me first, spilling inside him, then pulling him into my lap to beat his dick until he came, too, spilling a warm silver fluid on his stomach.

Izuna sat off and laid down on his back on the bed. I panted. We both panted.

"Cameras are off." It was Will. I had completely forgotten about him. And, judging by how he jerked hearing Will's voice, so had Izuna. "Do what you want. Both of you." He apparently knew about my bad habit of playing with my co-workers after work.

I turned to Izuna. He was looking up at me, drenched in sweat, his hair a cascade of black tar on the bed. His wet lips were slightly parted; I could see the piercings in there, the two that had intimidated me so much. He was looking at me with an expression I couldn't quite read, as if he was slightly afraid of me but knew he had no chance running, so there was no use even
trying. 

But there was also something else there; a fleck of hope that maybe, just maybe, I wasn't a predator, and thus wouldn't hurt him.

I bent forwards, placed a peck on his lips. 

"You're phenomenal", I said.

I went into the bathroom to take a shower.

When I came out, Izuna had left, no trace of him except the faint smell of his cologne on the bedsheets.

He felt so unreal, somehow.