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Illya wanders the set wrapped up in a robe. He's been an independent cam model for a while, but this is his first real porn shoot. Like the kind that has a set (or, in this case, a whole house with plenty of rooms to fuck in and plenty of furniture to fuck on) and dedicated camera people instead of just whatever he's got mounted on his laptop, or a phone camera a guest star might record with.

He performs for people all the time, but he doesn't know if that's gonna be different with those people mingling around, calling cut or asking to change position or however this works.

Since he signed on to do bareback, he's already gone through the litany of STD screenings the little studio wants. He glances up when some more people arrive and he gives a little wave to the director - the only person he actually knows.

Ugh, but he also totally knows the guy that walks in with him. Okay so Illya doesn't know him, but he recognizes him.

He's definitely gotten off to porn starring Frank Castle.

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Getting into porn wasn't exactly what Frank had meant to do when he got out of the military. It had just sort of happened. But it was where he was, now, and it was decent money, and his family understood. So that was good.

When he'd gotten called in to do a new scene with a newer actor, he was game enough. Most of the work he'd been doing recently had been with this studio, and he liked working with them.

Coming into the house they were filming in, he couldn't say he was ready to fuck on camera. He never was. But when he saw a young, bleach blond sitting on one of the couches and caught the lingering look, Frank knew that this was going to be a little bit more than just a casual one or two day shoot.

He walked over. "Hey kid," he said, offering a hand. "Name's Frank."

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Illya grins and tries not to look stupid star struck or something. "I'm Illya. Illy, if you want."

He accepts the hand offered to him and gives a quick, but firm shake. He might be the twinkiest twink but he knows how to do that, at least.

"I'm kind of excited. I've never done anything quite like this before," he admits. Oh shit, should he have said that. Illya almost launches into what he has done, but manages to keep his mouth shut. "Like, with a studio and all. And a director."

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"Depends which one you like more. If Illya's good, we'll go with that." He matched the boy's own intonations on it, without the accent, so there was no mispronunciations here.

A good grip. Frank didn't make a crude joke, which he was sure Illya had heard more than a few times if he'd been doing this for more than a moment; it wasn't Frank's style, anyway.

"I did cam and amateur to start too," Frank said with a casual sort of shrug. "Just got tapped pretty fast. Guess I was lucky. They'll do that interview shit before hand, but is there anything I need to know about you going in?"

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"Uuhm." A few things flash into his head, but he has to think Frank knows about what's going on under his robe. They wouldn't just have him sign on and not mention it. That'd be fucked up.

"I don't think so. I'm kinda new to having so many other people around... if I'm doing something weird, tell me?"

Hopefully before the director caught it and he felt stupid about it. Now he's thinking about Frank doing some cam shit and he wonders if he could find it. Illya bites his lip. He should ask.

"Did uhm. They told you I'm trans, right?"

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"You get used to it, even in the moment, but I'll help you along," Frank said with a kind smile.

When Illya said it though, Frank was left a little appalled that they hadn't told him. Not appalled with Illya, hardly, but just a little frustrated that he'd been told the basic scene, that it was a newer actor, and that he'd like it no matter what. Well, yes. Joys of bisexuality.

"They didn't," he said honestly. "Doesn't change anything over here. Now, they told me it was going to be a gay scene though, so--do you do anal or...?"

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Illya laughs, embarrassed for--whoever the fuck dropped that ball. But Frank doesn't seem to mind, so that's good. He actually fucking blushes a little when he asks about the logistics, though. Jesus. He is not a teenage virgin. He is better than blushing.

"I do it all," he quips. "Uhm, but really. I've had it everywhere, so like. If anal's better for you, that's fine."

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The blush was charming, sweet, and Frank smiled rather tenderly. "Not any better or worse. We'll work through the gambit, however much you're comfortable will, and end it wherever you're happy."

The director came over, smiling at them a little, saying that they were ready to start whenever. So Frank could go get changed, and they'd start the interview filming while he was getting ready for the shot.

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Illya looks back at Frank before he heads off to the couch he'll do the interview on. It's a little different, but it's easy and it's hard not to laugh a few times. He's done AMAs on his channel before, so it's kind of like that.

Except he's definitely getting fucked after this.

When it's all done, he slides out of his robe, revealing some cute little gym short booty short things and he's got a couple of tank top layers on, as if to hide the faint swell of his breasts.

He flops onto the bed, props himself up against the pillows and starts dicking around on his phone. Apparently he's supposed to be a little bratty and roll his eyes at Frank or whatever, and he's kind of really into it.

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While Illya got his little scene interview thing, Frank got a little debrief on what he was supposed to be doing. Now that he knew a little bit more of what he was walking in on, he had his mind rolling as well. Very little script--the bones of what they wanted them to hit, most of it ad lib. They knew he could carry that.

He came out to find Illya on a bed, barely covered. What a lot of legs. Frank came up and put a hand on his ankle, and slowly, slowly, up his leg.

"You got shoes on the goddamn bed, kid? C'mon."