My Vampire

The Photographer's Muse

The night's adventures in the Sapphire Room had left Nick and Ambrose with a heightened sense of sensuality, their bodies buzzing with unspent energy. As they stepped back into the dimly lit hotel room, the silence was broken only by the faint hum of the vintage radio in the corner. Nicholas, their eyes brimming with a hidden excitement, moved with purpose towards the minibar. They poured two gin martinis, the ice clinking against the glass, and added a twist of lime, the citrus scent filling the air. Handing one to Ambrose, they took a sip from their own drink, the gin warming their throat.

"Let's capture this moment," Nicholas said, their voice already anticipating a response. "Would you let me photograph you, Ambrose? I want to create a private collection of memories."

Ambrose's dark eyes gleamed with amusement as he accepted the drink, his fingers brushing against Nicholas'. "Oh, I'm all yours to capture, my dear, and it would be my pleasure entirely. But you must promise to direct me; I'm no model." His sassy but baritone deep voice, with a strong note of seduction, filled the room and Nicky's senses.

As Nicky approached him, their heart racing, they placed the martini on the nightstand and took the camera carefully from its case. The click of the film loading mechanism echoed in the quiet room. They adjusted the dials, their fingers deftly maneuvering the vintage camera, a gift from their artist friend back home.

"Play some music, Ambrose. Something to set the mood." Nicholas' voice was steady, despite the butterflies fluttering in their stomach.

Ambrose obliged, striding towards the radio and tuning it to a jazz station. The smooth melodies of a saxophone filled the air, creating an atmosphere of old-world elegance. The vampire moved with practiced grace, his dark brown hair falling effortlessly across his forehead as he began to sway his hips slightly to the sound of the piano player.

"Now, my love, where do you want me?" Ambrose asked, his voice dripping with raw sensuality.

Nicky's gaze swept over him, admiring the way the dim light played on his pale and sculpted body.

"Sit on the chair," Nicky ordered, and Ambrose placed his body slowly on the soft red upholstery, the frame creaking lightly in response. "Now, look right at me."

The shutter went off loudly in repetitive clicks, as Ambrose began teased the camera with his gaze.

"Now sit on the edge of the bed, legs apart. Show me that cock of yours."

Ambrose's eyes darkened as he complied, his hands moving to unbutton his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest. The fabric slid down his arms, pooling generously at his wrists, as he revealed himself slowly, teasingly. He unbuckled his belt, the leather sliding through the loops, and pushed his pants down, exposing his already noticeable erection.

Nicky's breath caught in their throat as they captured the first image of Ambrose's exposed sex. The camera's shutter clicked softly, preserving the shot. "Beautiful. Now, lean back, and rest your hands behind you."

Ambrose complied, his body a gorgeous work of art in motion. He arched his back, his muscles flexing slightly as he exposed his chest and stomach, the faint scars on his pale skin adding to his allure and the beauty of the photo. Nicholas' fingers trembled slightly as they carefully adjusted the focus, capturing the striking play of light and shadow that lay across Ambrose's body.

Moving closer, and feeling reckless from the gin drinks, Nicholas instructed, "Now, spit in your hand and touch yourself. I want to see how you like to be touched."

Ambrose complied, spitting roughly into his palm. Ambrose's hand moved to his cock, his now wet fingers wrapping around the length as he began to stroke himself slowly. His breath quickened, his eyes fluttering shut momentarily as he started to surrender to the pleasure. Nicholas' heart raced as they witnessed the raw vulnerability on Ambrose's face, his immediate pleasure evident in every twitch and moan.