P* prompts #3: Camera Boy
itsmusomuse: a pitcure of a young man with messy brown hair on his knees on a bed, wrists bound behind his back, knees apart and ass out to the camera, slightly looking coyly over his shoulder. Aidean.
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“I hate your camera! You love her more than me!”
Dean shot around sharply.
Okay. That was the silliest in an entire row of stupid accusations that had come from Aidan’s part of the room in the past hour or so.
Basically, it came down to this: Aidan wanted to fuck, and Dean…well, Dean wanted to fuck as well, but needed to work on his recent edits instead, what with the deadline for his book drawing closer and the schedule tighter, like a proverbial noose around his neck. As much as he hated telling his gorgeous boyfriend no, pixels and exposures were more important than any part of Aidan’s doubtlessly perfect anatomy - until now.
The idea was genius and at the same time so simple. Dean silently congratulated himself. He’d make Aidan love his camera, and the method to get him there was one the petulant Irish brat wasn’t going to forget. Determination must have shown on the Kiwi’s face when he got up and strode over to where his lover was sitting, a beautiful pout on his impossibly sinful lips, as Aidan stopped his sulking and let out a little ‘uh-oh’ instead. He knew he was in trouble - but it’d be trouble of the good sort, Dean would make sure of that.
“So you think I love my camera more than your pretty face, do you?” he said as he looked down, for once taller than the other, using the new height difference to create a shift in power. Aidan was the more dominant one, although they were switchers and pretty versatile. It was usually Aidan who got his way though, simply because Dean was happy with almost everything and liked indulging his young lover. This time though…
“What do you want, Aidan?” His voice had dropped to that low, dark register that made him sound savage and dangerous; the tone he used when it was time to rein Aidan in. And the younger man definitely needed some good reining in. Dean put his fingers under the brunet’s chin and tilted his head up, rubbing his thumb across the plush lower lip. “Tell me, Aidan. Do you want me to stop working and fuck you instead, is that what you want, huh?”
“I, uh…” came the nervous reply, Aidan licking his lips and accidentally brushing Dean’s thumb with his tongue. Clearly, Dean’s pouncing had thrown him off track.
The blond leaned in, using the other’s nervousness to his advantage. “Very well. Take off your shirt, Aidan.”
Blinking owlishly, the brunet did as told and stripped his shirt over his head, revealing defined chest and flat stomach. He met Dean’s eyes, looking like a student awaiting orders.
“Now your jeans, Aid, come on, off with them.”
Again he did as told, getting up to strip out of the garment, a little moan escaping him when his erect cock sprang free.
“Oh, look at you. So shameless.” The blond tsk’ed at him, his eyes never leaving the curved cock, a smirk curling his lips. Aidan went beet red in the face, mumbling something that could be an apology.
“You need it so bad, don’t you? Get back on the couch, Aid. On your knees, if you please.”
A garbled sound escaped the other man, something between a moan and a gasp as he climbed back onto the couch, arranging himself in the position Dean had demanded: kneeling, head down, legs wide apart. The blond took a long moment to admire what was on display for him: Long legs, strong thighs, the cheeks of Aidan’s lovely bubble butt, so firm, waiting to be cupped and kneaded and kissed. And of course, between them, the enticing gate into his body; pink, tight, furled, already clenching around an intrusion that wasn’t yet there. Dean ran a single finger up and down the cleft, rubbing the tender flesh. He even teased the pad of his fingers around the rim, pressing against it and enjoying the way the muscle throbbed eagerly against the digit.
Aidan let out another moan, pushing back to get more of the teasing finger. “Do you want the lube, babe?”
There was always a bottle of it hidden away under the pillow, but this time Dean had other plans.
“Nope. No lube this time.”
“What?!” The younger man’s head whipped around, but his mouth was immediately captured in a messy kiss.
“I’m not gonna fuck you, Aid,” the blond whispered, tongue trailing up to Aidan’s ear; his clothed erection pressing against the naked ass. “At least not right now. But I’m gonna show you how much I love my camera.”
“Uh?”
“Wait and see, love” Dean chuckled as he forcefully peeled himself off his lover, making a beeline for the desk to grab his camera bag.
“I’m gonna make you love her as well. I’ll make you so hard, Aidan, so needy, you’ll be begging for my cock in no time.”
Having removed the shoulder strap, Dean grabbed Aidan’s arms and quickly tied them behind his back. Struggling for balance from the additional strain of not having his arms free, Aidan let out a curse, but only received a chuckle and a pat on the bum from his lover.
“Shh. If you don’t stop fidgeting, this will take even longer.” Dean bent down to lay a row of soft kisses along the line of Aidan’s spine. Reaching the small of his back, he nestled his cheek into the little hollow, hands playfully cupping Aidan’s ass. “Cause I’m gonna take pictures of you, Aidan. Lewd pictures, photos that you can’t show your mum if you don’t want her to know what a slutty boy you are.”
Rewarded with a deep moan, he grabbed his camera and began to adjust the settings.
“I think we’ll start with close-ups of your pretty hole, so pink and tight…now, there’s something called exposure, you see…”
“Dean, PLEASE!”
“What? Oh, you’re right.” Putting a finger in his mouth first, he rubbed a bit of saliva onto Aidan’s pucker. “Will look better with a bit of slick.”
“Uuuh, Dean…!”
“Now be a good boy and don’t move…that’s it. I think I’m going to frame the best picture and put it on my desk, so everyone can see my eager little boyfriend…would you like that, huh?”
A series of low moans and heavy panting breaths was the answer; Aidan barely able to hold it together anymore. It was a sight for the gods, the beautiful body taut like a bowstring, muscles quivering, his cock and balls bobbing heavy and full between his legs. Always the sneaky little shit, Aidan tried to get some friction by rubbing his dripping cockhead against the upholstery, but was immediately stopped by a tug on his fetters.
“If you behave, I’m gonna fuck your little ass later, when I’m done here” - a promise Dean was hardly able to keep since his own erection was beginning to press insistently against his boxers, but another impatient moan had him grinning. He could hold out a little while longer.
And Dean took his time. Angle upon angle, up, down, below; different exposures, different colour modes, each shot carefully orchestrated, and every time Aidan received a teasing flick of a finger, a kiss, a lick across his hole or a hand squeezing and pumping his cock. Dean tried to catch it all on camera, no part remaining hidden: The curve of a thigh, the swelling of his ass, beading droplets of pre-cum oozing from Aidan’s slit
By the end of it, the dark hair was wet and sweaty, crazy curls a mussed mess. Craning his neck to get a glimpse, he threw Dean a coy look over his shoulder.
“….p-please?” he said in a shaking voice.
And who was Dean to deny such a request when the lesson seemed learned? Putting the camera away, he quickly disrobed and returned to the sofa, releasing Aidan’s arms before he went for the lube.
"You’ve been good, babe,” he whispered, smearing messy kisses up the brunet’s neck. “So good, you’ve earned your reward. Tell me how you want it, baby…”
“Hard! God, please, hard and fast, Dean!”
Sinking his cock inside the tight, slick heat, the blond complied. The camera was still in reach. Both Dean and Aidan knew that the last picture hadn’t yet been snapped.
