Chapter 24
Sai
That night, sprawled over Mavi’s couch after grabbing pizza from the corner store, I’m not sure I can eat another bite.
Mavi tried to get me to pick one of the fancy restaurants, but I refused.
I told him they all tasted like ass but not to tell my family.
So we got pizza, and I love it. The greasy box, the awful pepperoni, the off-market beer. Everything feels just right.
A heavy sigh falls from me as I realize the time, Mavi’s scheduled stream just around the corner and the world doesn’t stop just because I had a bad lunch.
This is Mavi’s career, his income, his pride.
He tells me about it the same way someone would mention a meeting.
“I’m going live at ten. It’ll be about an hour.
” He says it almost like he’s testing my reaction.
No apology. No asking permission. This is who Mavi is and what Mavi does, and I knew that before I ever knocked on his door. Before we ever exchanged a word, I was the man on the other side of the wall listening to Mavi perform for hundreds of people.
What’s different now is the offer. I wonder what happens if I take the leap and choose Mavi over everything else. I hope I could watch the videos forever. That piece of him is something I never want to lose.
“You can watch from your apartment like you used to.” He pauses. Then he adds, “Or you can be here. In my bed. Off camera. But here.”
Two options. Not seven. Mavi knows how to give me a choice, with one option that is obviously what Mavi wants. The architecture of the question is an act of care. I choose the bed. I almost ask to go get my camera, but it’s okay. I can remember these moments just fine.
I lie down just outside the frame, Mavi starting his setup routine, checking angles, adjusting the lighting, and doing a quick mirror check.
I watch this from three feet away, inside the room where the magic happens, and I realize I’ve never seen this part.
The hundreds of streams I watched through a screen never showed me the real preparation.
The way Mavi tilts the ring light. The way he tests the camera angle by taking a quick selfie and assessing.
The way he takes a breath before going live, one deep inhale, a shake of his hands, and a smile that starts in his eyes before it reaches his mouth.
The other night was nothing like this.
Then Mavi disappears into his closet and brings out a baby blue set complete with lace and frill along the shoulders and thighs.
I lean forward, grinning, as Mavi strips and slowly pulls it on.
I run my fingers along the lace with trembling touch before he kisses my forehead and moves to the camera.
And in the next second, he’s live.
The sound is different. On a recording, Mavi’s voice has a flatness that comes from compression.
In the room, it has depth. Resonance. The way he laughs hits my chest differently.
The way he flirts with the camera feels different when I can see the parts the camera doesn’t catch, the way Mavi’s foot bounces when the chat makes him laugh, the way he tugs at his lingerie strap between takes, the way his scent shifts when something the chat says actually turns him on versus when he is performing arousal.
I never saw all this the last time because I was too focused on my own pleasure but it’s mesmerizing.
The smells hit me hardest. My nose, trained by days of proximity, can parse the difference between Mavi’s performed scent and his real scent. I’m lying in the bed where the real scent lives, breathing it in while the performed version plays out three feet away, and the duality is intoxicating.
A mixture of possessiveness and jealousy well up in my chest at the same time.
The audience is watching my Omega. Hundreds of people are looking at Mavi and wanting him, and I am right here, invisible, claiming him by proximity.
Mavi belongs to the subscribers for an hour.
He belongs to me for everything else. And the subscribers don’t know.
They don’t know that the Omega they’re watching goes to sleep in an Alpha’s arms, puts a collar on him in the morning, and calls him pet while feeding him breakfast.
Not quite like that but an Alpha can dream.
He talks to the camera, voice dropping into that low, teasing register that always destroys me. “Hey, loves. Did you miss me? I missed you. I’ve been thinking about tonight all day.”
The baby blue lace rides up his thighs as he shifts, revealing the smooth skin I kissed earlier. I can smell him from here. Honey and citrus grow sweeter and thicker, the way they do when his body responds to attention. My cock twitches in my pants as I bite the inside of my cheek to stay quiet.
Mavi reaches for the toy he favors, the knotted silicone, and holds it up to the camera with a playful smile. He runs the tip along his lower lip, then drags it down his chest, teasing the audience while his eyes flick toward me for the briefest second.
I shift on the bed, trying to ease the ache in my cock without making a sound. The anklet presses against my ankle, Mavi’s tie still resting against my chest from earlier.
Mavi starts to tease himself on camera, sliding the toy along his inner thigh, letting the audience see the way the lace darkens with his slick. His voice stays light, but I can hear the undercurrent of need that only I recognize.
I lie there in the dark edge of the frame, heart pounding, cock hard and leaking, and I realize how much I love this.
I love being the secret. I love being the one who gets to see the preparation, the breath before the performance, the small tremble he hides from everyone else.
I love that he offered me the choice and I chose to be here, close enough to reach out and touch him if he asked.
Mid-stream, I notice it. The angle of the ring light has shifted. Maybe Mavi bumped it during a position change, maybe it was slightly off from the start. The shadow it casts on Mavi’s jawline is uneven.
The left side has a soft shadow that contours beautifully but the right side is slightly flat. Nobody watching the stream would notice. Nobody in the world would notice except a photographer whose entire career is built on understanding how light falls on a face.
My photographer brain cannot tolerate it.
I reach from off-camera. My hand enters the edge of the frame for maybe half a second as I tilt the ring light two inches to the left, immediately correcting the shadows, Mavi’s jaw now lit perfectly from both sides.
Mavi’s head twists toward me as he shoots me a look that could curdle milk. I, flat-faced, mouth: “The shadows were uneven.”
Mavi has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing on camera.
The chat catches the expression and Mavi covers it smoothly, laughing it off and redirecting.
Settling back in, I continue to watch, only realizing my mistake after the stream has ended and Mavi has turned his entire focus on me.
“You adjusted my ring light. During a live stream.”
“The shadows were uneven.”
“I heard you,” he purrs. “You’re lucky my chat thought it was funny.”
He climbs onto the bed, a wild grin splitting across his face as he crawls closer to me. “Now. You’re going to perform for me.”
My breath catches in my throat as he dips his hand beneath his pillow, pulling out a collar I’ve never seen.
This one’s bright pink, a contrast to the black leather I’m accustomed to.
Mavi doesn’t hesitate as he locks it around my neck before sliding up against the headboard, his legs spread, his panties obscenely tented with need.
“I want to watch you touch yourself, pet,” he breathes out.
I fight the desire to completely submit, to give in, to let Mavi use me. Because this time, he’s given me a command. Nervously, I move toward him and he shoots me a pointed look. So, instead, I inch backwards, sitting up just enough to follow his directions.
“Pants off, Alpha. There you go. Now, show off for me.”
The roles are reversed. Instead of Mavi performing, it’s now my turn and I’ve never been so eager to give. I stroke my cock in quick, frantic bursts, hoping that at some point I’ll be able to touch this beautiful Omega feet away from me.
“Slower, pet. Let me see every inch. Good. Just like that. You look so pretty when you obey me.”
His voice is low and steady, cutting through everything else. I stroke myself the way he wants, long slow pulls that make pre-cum drip steadily over my fingers. My knot is already swelling at the base and my thighs tremble with the effort of holding the pace he demands.
My gaze dips to his cock still covered in lace, the fabric soaked through, his scent filling my lungs. Mavi dips a hand between his thighs, gathering slick along his palm before crawling toward me.
He sucks me into his mouth without warning and at the same time, slips two fingers between my thighs and presses them against the rim of my ass. I jolt at the touch, then relax as the fingers push in, crooking forward to find that spot inside me that makes my vision blur.
The dual sensation is overwhelming. His mouth works me in deep, tongue swirling around the head while his throat constricts around my length. His fingers thrust in and out, pressing firmly against me with every stroke.
I groan around the collar, hips twitching forward into his mouth while my ass clenches around his fingers. The obedience is its own kind of performance. Not for an audience. Not for a camera. For the one person whose attention matters.
Mavi pulls off just long enough to look up at me, lips shiny and swollen. “Come when I tell you to. Not before.”
I nod frantically as his mouth returns to my cock and his fingers keep working me open. The pressure builds fast, my knot swelling almost painfully. I grip the base, trying to hold myself back, my breath coming in short gasps.
Mavi hums around my cock, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. He pulls off once more and whispers, “Now, Alpha. Come for me.”
I come with a broken groan. Thick ropes of cum spill across his tongue and down his throat while my ass pulses around his fingers. He swallows every drop, milking me through it until I am trembling and spent, my knot throbbing uselessly as the last waves roll through me.
Mavi pulls his fingers free and crawls up my body, slowly pulling me down to rest horizontally. He curls around me, pulling my head into his chest. “If you ever touch my ring light during a stream again, I’m putting your cock in a cage.”