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“We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars,” Damon murmured, lowering the camera as he reached out to smudge the glittery eye makeup under his eyes. “You make quite the tempting urchin, my love.”
“Are you trying to seduce me with Oscar Wilde?” Kris asked, tilting his head with the question.
“Wait - hold that right there,” Damon instructed, hand trailing across his cheek to brush his hair back then, after a moment’s consideration, turning and grabbing the flower they’d used in an earlier idea and tucking it behind his ear as well. “You were made for this,” he praised, the shutter clicking away as he worked. “It’s not me doing the seducing here, babe. I don’t know what’s more enticing - your eyes, your hands, or your thighs.” He snapped a few more shots as he spoke then leaned in to meet Kris’s lips for a heated kiss, abandoning the camera in favor of running his hands up those long, bare legs. “I want to take you to pieces then share you with the world - will you let me?”
“What exactly are you proposing?” Kris asked, eyes guarded for the first time all afternoon. When Damon had first proposed a photoshoot just the two of them, he’d guessed where this might lead. Sure enough, their first attempt had ended rather quickly as the camera was forgotten in favor of exploring one another’s bodies sparking a three day fever dream interrupted only when Nace had called to remind him of their scheduled studio time. He was back now only a handful of days later and while he certainly wasn’t opposed to where this all seemed to be heading again, he was in no way ready for a public release of the sort of images currently flitting through his head.
“It’ll be tasteful,” Damon promised as through reading his mind. “I just want to get you a bit more relaxed first. Relaxed and sweaty. Maybe a bit wrung out, if you’ll let me wring one out of you,” he grinned as Kris snorted at the terrible line. “Will you let me do that to you?”
“To me, not for me?” Kris asked, running his fingers through the other’s hair.
“To you,” Damon agreed, pushing him onto his back. “For me.”