Page 25 of Obsessed

“Why do you do portraits?”

Mason’s shoulders relaxed a bit. While personal, this was interesting, not invasive.

“They show me who someone is. Photos don’t lie.”

But sometimes the truth is uncomfortable, Cricket.

Tilting his head, Rain stared off, considering, and then nodded softly. “They don’t.”

Gesturing toward the sofa, Mason moved a few lights and Rain took the tie out of his hair, letting it fall free as he draped himself seductively over the sofa, the stark white of the backdrop a lovely contrast to the pop of color from the lounge, all pointing toward the center, the star, where Rain’s mesmerizing beauty held a court of creativity.

Just like their first session on the sunset cliff, they easily fell into synch, Rain shifting and posing while Mason snapped photo after photo, moving around in an inspired frenzy, switching cameras and lenses, changing lights, and circling until sweat broke out across his forehead. Becoming merely a vessel for his imagination, Mason channeled and unfurled it, his mind getting lighter with each idea he spun through.

Normally, Mason only did one session with portrait subjects and never needed more than an hour, so by now he should be sick of Rain, but that would never happen because his fascination stretched out endlessly before him, only growing as Rain got more comfortable, slowly giving the camera slices of truth that Mason pulled free, wanting more from Rain, wanting everything.

Shifting position, Mason stood on a stool, pointed the camera down, and caught half of Rain in the frame as he blinked, looking into the lens in a way that had Mason’s heart pounding, because when the walls finally fell in that stormy gaze, it screamed.

Mewing cut between them and Rain smiled, all of the fear gone as he turned to Mouse, who stopped in front of the chaise lounge, inspecting.

Picking her up with one hand, Rain placed several loud kisses on her forehead even though she squirmed and Mason snapped back into reality, grabbing a few shots.

“Do you want to model with me?” Rain asked her in a soft voice. Booping her nose, he started posing again, adding her in perfectly, not like she was an accessory but a colleague. Mouse took it in stride, working the camera as much as Rain did, batting at Mason whenever he got too close, but once Rain started making her dance, she nipped his fingers, jumped down, and took off.

“Sucha diva,” Rain rolled his eyes.

Stepping back, Mason looked over the photos, staring in shock at a bunch of them. Rain barely needed editing; he commanded the eye, easily seizing attention, his elfin nature prominent, and Mason knew that the hardest part of preparing for the exhibition would be choosing from the plethora of show-worthy portraits.

Turning the camera around, he showed Rain the viewscreen. Letting out a little gasp, Rain put a hand on his chest.

“Is this how you see me?” His subjects always asked that because Mason didn’t capture what they saw in the mirror, he captured their hearts, their real inner thoughts, and while Rain seemed captivated, his words were laced with trepidation.

“That’s how the camera sees you.” Mason took it back, switching it out for his Pentax.

“Right, because that’s how I look when I take selfies,” Rain snorted, running a hand through his hair and flicking it to the other side.

Mason’s lips twitched but he went still as the robe slipped off Rain’s shoulder, showing an expanse of flawless skin. Didn’t he just use his sex drive? What was wrong with him?

“That stare is gonna put another hole in me.” A dangerous smirk curved across Rain’s face, and he shifted just enough for the silky fabric to fall even more, exposing one of his nipples. “Come on.” Popping a finger in his mouth, Rain sucked, his cheeks going hollow, and then he dragged that wet digit down his lip, chin, and neck, stopping to play with his nipple. “Take some pictures.”

Rain’s wish was Mason’s command because the photographer didn’t run this session, the muse did. Fueled by lust, Mason dove in deep, snapping away as the robe fell open and Rain reclined on the sofa, tugging and teasing his little pink nubs into hardness, pleasure in the pinch of his brows and parted lips. Despite the ecstasy, he never looked away from the camera, even as he slid both hands between his legs, wrapping one around his cock and caressing his balls with the other, playing himself like an instrument, knowing how to make the sweetest music.

Taking shot after shot, the lens never left Rain’s face. There was a line between art and pornography that Mason didn’t want to cross, and he had no need to. Rain’s expressions proved that he was channeling not just Erato but Aphrodite as well, and Mason had to adjust himself since he was hardagain.

“Need some help with that?” Within seconds, Rain was kneeling in front of him, opening Mason’s cargo pants before he could blink.

Gritting his teeth as his cock hit the air, Mason made sure the camera was secure around his neck because he almost lost his balance when Rain licked the tip, grinned, and then swallowed him to the root. It was like he had no gag reflex.

Sharply inhaling, Mason cursed, and Rain’s responding moan slid up his shaft, making his legs shake. He’d gotten blowjobs before and they’d never done anything for him, but once again Rain had him harder than steel. The warmth and wetness were overwhelming, and the way Rain pulled up with a hum each time, rippling his tongue all the way back down, had every cell in Mason’s body at full attention.

Letting loose a growl, Mason studied how those plush lips stretched around his girth, the way that glossy hair moved as Rain rose and sank, the lines of enjoyment around his eyes, and how he pumped his own cock in time to his bobs. Strangely, he didn’t want to capture this with anything other than his eyes, and as he watched Rain descend again and again, the rumble in his chest grew, wanting to possess, to own.

As if it had its own will, Mason’s hand slid into Rain’s hair again, not guiding, only holding on, and Mason used it as a touchstone, trying to brace himself in the mounting sensations as the suction and speed increased.

“Rain,” slipped from his mouth, gruff and gritty. The rhythm staggered and Rain’s eyes snapped open, staring up at Mason in surprise and euphoria before the sweet torture resumed with even more fervor. A long guttural moan shook his cock as Rain began to jerk, and he forced Mason in even further, choking hard around him.

And Mason didn’t stand a chance. Even though he’d come just a few hours ago, he curled his fingers in that lustrous hair, tossed his head back, and shot down Rain’s throat with a grunt.

Swallowing every drop eagerly, Rain massaged Mason’s cock a few more times before releasing it with a pop. Knees wobbly, Mason sank to the floor, his eyebrows up in shock.

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