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Mason sneered at that. “Only headshots. I want to see your face.”

He couldn’t get enough of Rain’s expressions and he’d studied them for hours in print, carving their minute details into his mind, but he hadn’t seen this one before. Brows pulled together, Rain’s mouth parted as if he didn’t know what to say, accentuating the curve of his cheekbones and the long lashes around his eyes, which were filled with surprised fascination.

Before it vanished, Mason grabbed several photos and then put the camera down, going for the small bottle of lube he kept in the nightstand. He rarely masturbated so it had been there for a few years, but he had a feeling he’d need to replace it soon.

Coating his fingers, he kneeled on the bed and Rain lifted his legs, spreading them with a soft breathy sigh that caused Mason’s cock to jerk and leak.

Circling Rain’s entrance, Mason inserted a finger easily. The walls were still soft and pliable from the previous night, so he added another, searching until he found the spot that made Rain gasp and tremble.

Grabbing the camera with his free hand, Mason multitasked to the best of his ability, pressing both shutters at the same time, Rain’s bliss-soaked expression filling the viewfinder as Mason took picture after picture, wishing he could get everything on film too.

Dropping a leg, Rain grasped at his cock, forehead wrinkled and plush lips parted as he jerked his hand in time to Mason’s thrusts. Having his elfin prince spread out for him like this, pleasuring himself, open and sensuous under the lens, had Mason leaking in his pants. He couldn’t place this odd connection, this overwhelming need that burned in his gut, telling him to catch Rain, capture him.

And make him come.

“AAAA!” Hand stilling, Rain’s spine was a perfect curve as streams of white shot across his stomach and chest, a few glistening drops catching on a hard nipple. Mason documented that stunning face in all its pleasured contortions as the channel around his fingers rhythmically squeezed, following the orgasm through and only tossing the camera aside once Rain flopped down from the aftershocks.

Slowly pulling out, Mason slid his sleep pants down, wrapping a hand around his own cock and staring down at Rain, pumping his fist. This wasn’t him. He wasn’t the guy that had sex or even liked sex, but here he was, trying to jerk off on Rain’s face and not feeling weird or embarrassed about it at all. And he was close, so very close, just a little more…

Sitting up, Rain quickly launched forward, wrapping his plump, enticing lips around the head of Mason’s cock. With a hum, he sucked hard, and Mason’s orgasm flew out of him, his breaths rattling through his jolting body as he came harder than he had last night.

Locking his knees, he tried not to fall over as he lost all coherence. The only thing he could focus on was Rain, who made a happy sound, swallowing as he pulled away.

“You know what?” Daintily wiping the corners of his mouth, he stared up at Mason with a wicked smirk. “I think I’m going to like this modeling job.”

7

RAIN

“Heresheis.”Openingthe cat crate, Rain stepped aside and a few seconds later Mouse’s tiny head popped out. She took her time sniffing the air and looking around before confidently strutting about like she owned the place.

Arms crossed, Mason tracked her while she wandered, curiosity in his gaze. Honing in on it, Mouse padded over and plopped down at his feet, blinking her large golden eyes at him before letting out a small squeak. She was a natural-born flirt, just like her dad.

Mason’s face softened, his lips twitching in the hint of a smile, and he crouched down, reaching out. His hand hovered as if he were unsure, but he seemed to push through, patting Mouse on the head, and Rain could hear her purrs from across the room.

“What’s her name.”

“Mouse,” Rain grinned, loving how she angled her head, and Mason immediately obeyed, giving her scritches around the ears. “When I found her, I thought she was a mouse and she was almost small enough to be one, so it stuck.”

“Is that all you have?” He gave Rain’s backpack a sidelong glance.

“Yeah.” Placing the crate next to a bag of cat supplies and food, Rain averted his eyes. “Since I’m between places I’m keeping a lot in storage.” But he probably didn’t have anything left if Gage had removed the bedroom door.

Rain could always buy new clothes; however, now that he had a real place to sleep, he’d been thinking about some nostalgic items he’d left behind as well as the SD cards from his security cameras. Once he settled in, he’d make a plan to grab them.

Done with Mason’s strokes, Mouse tottered off to explore the surrounding area so Rain sidled up to him.

“Am I the only subject in your show? Or will this be a model house?” he teased.

Mason’s eyebrows rose a bit. “Just you. It’s not my show. It’s an exhibition with eleven photographers. I’m one of them.”

“Ah.” For some reason, being the sole subject pleased Rain and he smiled up at Mason, enjoying their size difference. He didn’t care who the rest of the photographers were; however, he did have one important question that he should’ve asked yesterday but he’d been too overwhelmed by his luck to prod at it.

“When is the exhibition?”

“It opens in early December and runs for a month.”

“Can I stay here for free until then?” That would be more than enough time; after this, he’d be able to get a decent placeandsome furniture.

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