My Model Part 2
Heero answered the door with a small smile and helped me put my equipment down by the door. I took my camera with me into the living room and left it on the coffee table, immediately sprawling onto his couch.
"You have the most comfortable couch in the world," I told him.
"You tell me that every time you throw yourself onto it," he replies, nudging my leg away so he could sit. "Hard day?"
It was only four in the afternoon and I wasn't planning on wasting any time. Sitting up so I was shoulder to shoulder with him, I took his hand and set it on my crotch, letting him feel my interest.
"You could say that," I said. "After all, I spent my morning photographing the subject of my most erotic dreams, and then spent the afternoon going through the photos."
His hand was already massaging my arousal and he gives me an almost innocent look. "I hope there were good takes?"
"With you in them? I don't think there were any bad ones," I said. But my opinion could be biased; we both knew that. "You going to make me wait longer?" I asked, hoping that he wasn't.
He didn't disappoint me and kissed me slowly, his one hand still massaging me through my pants and his other sliding around my shoulders to hold me close. I leaned into him and tasted him; I think he just had a glass of juice.
Pulling away, he stood and tugged at the collar of my shirt. "Well, you did promise I could play with your assets," he said, glancing to the camera bag on the coffee table. I nodded and snatched it up, following him to his bedroom. By the time I stepped in, he'd taken his shirt off and tossed it aside.
He had a chair in the room and I set my camera down to take it out of its protective case. I didn't hear him move, but I certainly felt his body heat before he touched me, and moaned a little when his breath ghosted over my shoulder before he pressed against me. Heero went right in for the prize; his hands slid into either front pocket and he began to fondle me. I smiled at my ability to keep my hands steady despite his attention, but almost dropped my camera when he pressed against me, letting me feel his hardness against my backside.
"Whoops," he said, not sounding apologetic at all.
Leaving the camera on the chair, I turned, forcing his hands from my pockets. He immediately set to untucking and unbuttoning my shirt, so I hugged him close and nuzzled his neck. The moment my shirt slipped off my shoulders and arms to fall at my feet, I pulled at his pants and paid some attention to his hardness. He returned the favour, unbuttoning my pants and pushing them down, leaving me in my boxers. I smiled, noting his boxer briefs, then pushed him a step back.
"Lie down," I said.
He nodded and went to his bed; I followed after I picked up my camera. Standing by the bed, I took an experimental shot of him, and backtracked to the door to flick the light on. Taking another shot, I deemed inacceptable and set the camera down on the bedside table before stretching out beside him.
"Only two pictures?" he asked teasingly.
"Later," I said.
Our hands roamed as he explored one another, touching, teasing and arousing. My skin flushed under his ministrations and before long, my body was calling for more. Heero's fingers teased my hardened nipple and I pulled his hand away, kissing his fingers before dropping them. Grabbing my camera, I straddled him and began to rock our arousals together, slipping the camera's cord over my head.
He smiled lazily at me and I captured that image quickly. My left hand left the lens to tease his chest, his nipples and his throat, and he responded with an arch of his back and a moan; I caught all of these on camera as well.
"Exhibitionist?" I asked.
"Voyeur?" He returned.
"Only for you."
"Only for you," he repeated, brushing a hand through his hair.
"Hold that pose," I said absently, and he did.
As our bodies asked for satisfaction, he began to move more insistently, his hands touching my thighs, catching my exploring hand and grabbing at the sheets.
"Duo," he moaned. "Stop teasing, please!"
I moved off of him and we removed our underwear before I straddled him once more.
"Close your eyes," I murmured. He gave me a quizzical look, then complied. What he thought was that I would be taking pictures of him; that I did.
What he didn't know was that I'd prepared myself for him before I approached his apartment. My knuckles grazed down his chest and belly, feeling the delightful tremors of his muscles, before I touched his arousal. Moving down to straddle his legs, I took several shots of my hand holding his proud, jutting cock before I took shots of our erections lined together.
"I want to see," he said softly.
"Just a moment." I smeared his precum, and mine, over his arousal, pumping him several times as I did so.
"Duo," he pleaded.
"Count to seven," I said.
"One. Two." I raised myself above him, holding his cock upright.
"Four. Five." I positioned myself over him and focused my camera to his face.
"Six. Seven." His eyes opened and I captured his expression, and kept my hand on the button as I took him in, right to the hilt.
His body arched, his head thrown back as he reached up with a hand and grabbed the pillow, his other gripping my knee.
"Duo!" he groaned as I rocked my hips, still taking shots of him. "Oh God. Oh God!"
Lowering my camera, from my eye, I stilled and watched him, taking in his heaving chest, and listening to his pants, committing to memory the things that I couldn't capture on my camera. His cock twitched within me, so I removed my camera from my neck, eager to get on with it. I'd been aroused too long, been wanting him too long.
Instead of letting me set the camera aside, he took it, and I remembered my promise to let him play with it. So I left him at it, trusting him not to break the camera, and slowly began to ride him.
It was odd to be on the other end of the camera lens; to be on the other end of the camera shutter's sound. I set my hands on his waist and moved, looking into the camera, and then ducking my head, posing for him. Heero planted his feet on the bed, forcing me to lean forward, and he began to push up against me.
"Stop," he whispered, and because he'd done it for me, I complied, poised over him with the head of his cock still within me. He worked those wonderful abs of his and raised himself, focusing the camera to our joined bodies and taking several shots.
The thought of what I'd be developing was too much to bear and I lowered myself quickly, moaning loudly at the friction.
"Want to top?" I asked after several more lazy movements. He nodded after a moment and we carefully rearranged ourselves. I'd expected him to set my camera aside then, and focus on making love to me, but he didn't. He stilled and took pictures of me, flushed and lying in his bed, a hand by my cheek, the other on my chest.
"Beautiful," he breathed.
"Demanding," I corrected, shifting my hips. He laughed then, and slowly began to fuck me, resting a hand on my hip and still holding my camera. I reached for it and he let me have it. I'd only managed to get one shot of him from above me when his hand found my neglected cock.
"I get to play with all assets, right?" he asked smoothly, and I could only nod. Wiping my hand clean on his sheets so that I could focus my camera again, I zoomed in on his intense expression that was studying my body, my erection in his hand.
He was the beautiful one, and I couldn't resist taking a few more shots before setting the camera aside although I kept a hand on it just in case. Enough of that; I wanted him to make love to me, fast and hard; I needed him.
Heero answered my call without protest and set a quicker pace, altering his angle and making me see white behind my eyelids. He bent forward, his lips caressing me, leaving trails of his saliva on my skin and making me shiver as he breathed over the wet lines. I grabbed him with my other hand and he pulled me up into his lap, letting me ride him as he met me thrust for thrust. I raised my camera and took several shots of us as I kissed him, not caring if they may end up unfocused, blurry or heck, missing us completely. Then I pressed close to him, resting my chin over his shoulder and stretching my arms out to capture his back and my face.
Later, that picture would prove awkward because Heero thrust hard, pressing me down, and grazed my prostate. You could barely see his chin in the picture and my mouth was open, one eye closed in reaction to his most intimate touch.
Then, he lay me down again, hips and hand pumping furiously as he pushed us towards our climax. I left the camera by my head, deeming it the safest place and gripped his arms.
"Heero!" I moaned loudly. My voice called his name, urged him on but I was the one who came first, spurting my seed onto my belly and over his hand as I shivered and shuddered, orgasm dragged out by his continued pounding. He was watching me, and then he came with a shout of his own. My hand twitched toward my camera, but I knew I wouldn't be able to catch him on film, so I settled for watching him. Next time, I mentally noted as I studied his handsome face contorted in pleasure, I'd get him to masturbate for me so I could get it all on film.
He was breathing hard and I pulled him down onto me, kissing him hard but briefly; we both needed to catch our breaths. He laid his head down on my chest and stayed there as our hearts slowed and breathing smoothed out.
"Is that what it's like," he asked, "to make love to a camera?"
I chuckled in response and picked up the black object, hands a little shaky. Stretching my arm out, I took another picture of him on my chest.
Many of the pictures turned out extremely good and erotic, especially the earlier ones before we'd begun to lose control. Just as many of the pictures were blurry or out of focus, leaving faint lines and shapes although they weren't completely impossible to guess at.
My favourite though, would always be that last one I took, in a moment of wanting to see what we looked like together, with only a slight hope that it would turn out well-aimed and well focused.
Heero's hand rest on my outstretched arm and he gazed at the camera, a solemn if sated look on his face, messy hair on his head. I had turned to look at the camera in hopes that I would be aiming it properly, and with both of us looking into the lens it had captured our faces as if someone else had taken the picture of us.
I developed it both in color, and also in black and white, and left it framed by my bed. Later on, when I moved in with Heero, the picture sat on our bedside table, with several other pictures on our dresser where no one would see it but us. Some pictures, mostly the ones Heero had taken of me, I'd developed a little larger for him and he'd taped them to the ceiling above the bed. I know for a fact that he masturbated as he looked at them when I was out on a particularly long job.
No one else ever saw them, but I had never intended to let anyone see them. I believed him when he promised me that he'd never let anyone else photograph him so intimately.
After all Heero was my model and mine alone, and that meant that I was the only one with the rights to explore, and capture onto film, his exquisite body that made love to my camera, and to me.
OWARI
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