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Yugo's hands tremble. He always gets shaky hands before streams - sometimes out of fear if he was having technical difficulties, or anticipation if he had something particularly exciting to show off, but not quite like this before. Not out of sheer lust.
He'd managed to play it off coolly enough to Shu, he thought. His go-to for avoiding awkward questions was just to act confused about what the problem might be, like there was no ambiguity to it in the first place, and he'd employed this tactic once again when asking Shu how he might go about setting up haptic feedback for stream donations.
Shu had asked why he'd ever need that - surely the on-screen alert was good enough? - but Yugo had simply shrugged it off with a "why not?" and a laugh. He'd stuttered a little when Yugo clarified it was vibration-based, but pried no more into the topic, clearing his throat and continuing as professionally as always.
Yugo does one last check over his equipment before he went live. Mic, check. Working overlay, check. BGM, check. Bluetooth vibrator synced to incoming donations, held in place against his clit by his boxer briefs... Check. He's ready for his chatting stream. He's ready to edge himself for hours.
With an exhale of nervous excitement, he goes live, and greets the chat with barely restrained excitement.
Although some people catch on that he's even peppier than usual, shouting joyfully straight off the bat, he brushes that off too - "I'm just so happy to see you guys, you know? Let's have a good time!"
It doesn't take long for the first donation to come in. Although a short rumble, its impact is enhanced by the thrill of knowing it's happening live; another shortly after, then another, spaced just so far apart as to make his heart leap each time.
He presses his thighs together, the wobbly smile on his face translating into a confident smirk on stream. There's a certain delight he derives from feeling his own wetness soaking into the cotton underwear, the black fabric giving away just the slightest hint of sticky shininess. He's happy with his decision; he's prepared to go like this for hours.
The one thing Yugo isn't prepared for is a sudden influx of back-to-back donations.
It's been an hour or so when the first one rolls in; $3, pretty standard. But it's followed immediately after by another, then another, then another. Already on edge from the stimulation earlier, he bites down on his lip; just bear with this, he thinks to himself, this will pass in a few moments.
But it doesn't. It keeps coming.
No, no, no. His eyes flick down to the viewer count. 5k people. He can't, not now. Not in front of so many people.
It's the content of the messages that tips him over the edge - "Yugo, you're so handsome", "I'm offering you my virginity", "my ring size is 5", a seemingly outpouring of shameless love.
Yugo realises with a foggy sense of horror that he's going to cum. He gasps quietly, desperately trying not to moan; his breaths become heavier, faster, and a small needy whine escapes him. His thighs shudder uncontrollably, and he scrambles to disconnect the vibrator, his sweaty hands clenching the mouse as he struggles to navigate the devices list.
Chat notices, but he brushes it off again as his breathing returns to normal. There's a wobble in his wild laugh. His crotch is soaked.
"Sorry, chat! Oh my god, I hit my toe on my desk..."
Shu's hand slows to a stop, covered in cum. He pants, eyes wide, headphones askew. His credit card sits on his desk.
With a slight smile, he looks down at his bare thighs, glazed with his own ejaculate. So his suspicions were correct... And he'd just made Yugo cum in front of all those people.
He sends a message to Yugo on discord.
"Did it feel good?"
