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Louis’ eyebrows jumped. “Of us?”

“Actually…just you.”

His breath caught. “Oh.”

“You remember that video you sent me from your parent’s house? Um…I liked it. A lot. And I thought maybe…you’d be into making another one?”

Louis would be into that. He would be very, very into that. He swallowed, nodding, trying to look casual. “Yeah. Sure. If you like.”

Riley grinned. “You’re into it.”

“I’m fine with it.”

“Your cock seems more than fine with it.”

Louis looked down, then blushed and got up from the bed. “Fine, you got me.” He took a couple of steps back and spread his hands. “Where do you want me?”

Riley chuckled, scratching behind his neck. “I don’t know. I’ve never done this before. Just on the bed, I guess?”

Louis looked around the room. “I think we can do better than that…”

He took stock of what furniture was available: bed? Boring. Dresser? How would he get up there? Laundry hamper? What was he gonna do, pop out of it like a stripper coming out of a cake?

His eye landed on the closet door, which had a floor-to-ceiling mirror on it. Mirrors were sexy, right? There had to be something they could do with that.

He held out his hand. “Let me see the phone?” Riley handed it over, and Louis went to the end of the bed and sat on the edge facing the mirror. He held up the phone landscape so it was capturing his reflection, spread his legs so his cock displayed itself like a triumphant flag pole, and pressed record.

Holy shit. Watching himself make a video for Riley? Yes, that was hot.

He leaned back on one hand and looked over his shoulder at Riley. “How’s that?”

Riley’s eyes had gone dark with desire. He just nodded, staring at Louis’ cock in the mirror. After a moment, he murmured, “You’re such a slut.”

Louis laughed and turned back to the mirror. He did look pretty slutty. Something about having only socks on was making him extra hard. He sat up and gave himself a long, slow stroke, and behind him, Riley made a low noise. Louis met his eyes in the mirror. “Like that?”

Riley nodded, wrapping his hand around his cock. He held Louis’ gaze as they both began to stroke.

“How many times did you watch that video?” said Louis.

“I don’t know.” Riley’s voice was low. “I lost count.”

“What’s your favorite part?”

“The part where you beg for it and tell me how good you’re gonna take it.”

Louis moaned and stroked faster. He looked down at the phone, at himself in the video, lips slack and eyes hooded – a little bit drunk and already overcome with lust. He listened to Riley’s hand beginning to move faster, to his breath getting shorter and ragged, as he watched himself on the phone.

Then he felt the bed move, and looked up to the mirror to see Riley crawling across the comforter toward him. Louis tracked him with his eyes as he came right up behind him, his rigid cock pressing into Louis’ back, then knelt with his knees wide around Louis’ hips, slid his hand around Louis’ waist and wrapped it around his cock.

“Oh fuck.” Louis let go and leaned back into Riley’s chest, staring at him in the mirror.

“Hold up the phone,” said Riley. Louis had completely forgotten about it and was currently filming the floor. He lifted it and aimed it at the mirror with both hands.

“I thought you didn’t wanna be in this,” he said in a rough whisper.

Riley put his lips to his temple, watching his hand working Louis in the mirror. “That was before I knew it was gonna be so fucking sexy.”

Louis turned to try and kiss him, but Riley shook his head, eyes still on the mirror. “Look at us.”