A/N: Mitch wants to take pictures of his newest purchase and asks Scott to help him
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Mitch was standing on his bed, his back to the door when Scott came in. He didn't even notice him, but instead kept on posing, propping himself against the wall with his hands, legs spread and his newest purchase - the pink, fluffy Gucci fur coat - warming his body. The coat was rather short, just barely covering his ass but it did the job, so Mitch couldn't complain. Scott, though, he gasped at the sight of his best friend, his long legs bare on display that left him fantasizing.
"Scotty?" Mitch said without even turning around. So he did notice him.
"Huh?"
"Could you please grab my phone and take pictures? I'm loving this."
Scott swallowed, unable to think straight with such an insane view in front of him but complied, grabbing Mitch's phone from the bedside table and snapping the first picture.
Mitch was still leaning against the wall, but soon he was tired of this pose and decided to be more risky. He was a bit tipsy so that didn't help, but he was enjoying the fact that he had eyes on him, observing his every move curiously and following him with the camera. He pulled the coat down a bit, exposing his shoulder blades and heard another photo being taken. He sighed contentedly, thinking about the next pose but went in for it naturally. He pulled the coat back up over his shoulders but grabbed the rim of it and pulled it forward, exposing his bare ass to Scott and the camera. It occurred to him that Scott had no idea he was naked underneath the coat, and when he heard the man's staggered breaths and the shutter going off twice he smiled to himself, content about the effect he had on his best friend. The rustling of the bedsheets and Scott's uneven breaths were the only sound in the room, except for the shutter and his own loud heartbeat caused by the adrenaline that was rushing through his body. He loved exposing himself, whether it was with other people or to a camera, he loved posing, serving, giving people something to look at. Not to say he was narcissistic, he felt completely comfortable in his body and he just loved the adrenaline rush that came along with being naked around others.
His cock was already half hard. The situation was sexual, having Scott look at him when he was so exposed... He wanted to turn around, look at the boy who was still stood in the doorway taking pictures but he restrained himself, a small smile playing on his lips as he took a deep breath, going in for the next pose. With one hand resting against the wall he kept his balance while with the other he cupped his ass, his long fingers curving around it, making it look even plumper. And again, the shutter went off. Slowly, teastingly, he let his fingers wander towards his hole, teasing the rim before he put one finger inside, letting out a gasp as he felt himself full with just a finger, but still craving so much more. His other hand that had been resting against the wall wandered to his cock, squeezing it playfully, feeling the hardness of it. He ran his fingers across it softly, not wanting to touch himself, not giving himself the much needed release. He craved it, though, and he wanted it on camera so he kept it in mind as he went to the next pose, pulling his finger out of his hole and letting the coat cover his ass again. This time, he let it fall to his lower back, exposing his muscular body and the small of his back, showing just enough skin to be teasing. He loved this. He was enjoying it to the fullest. Again, Scott's breaths echoed in the room as he took another picture, wanting to come closer, to touch, but he couldn't move, paralyzed by the beauty radiating off of Mitch.
It wasn't that he's never seen Mitch naked, because he had. Still, this moment seemed so intimate, Mitch's breaths so deep they were almost moans, that Scott couldn't help but want to ravish him. He'd never felt this way towards his best friend, but when he was like that, showing off his perfect body, teasing, there was nothing Scott wished more than to be able to have him to himself. And just when he thought Mitch couldn't take him by surprise anymore he dropped the coat to the bed, standing there completely naked, one hand against the wall and the other against his thigh, leaning forwards to present his ass as he spread his legs a bit further apart.
Scott almost dropped the phone as he stood there wide-eyed, but took pictures of his naked best friend, trying not to let a problem appear in his pants but it was already too late for that.
Mitch felt Scott's eyes on him and he enjoyed every second of it. He knew Scott was nervous and he heard him gasp several times but he couldn't help but feel proud of himself. He let go of the wall and instead fastened his grip around his hard cock, stroking it, spreading his precum over it, letting out a loud moan. But this was the good part. He was done with the teasing, he wanted the camera to capture this, he wanted to see his body when he was horny, wanted to see his facial expression when he came. But not yet. He wouldn't come yet.
With his long fingers still around his cock he turned around, curious to see the expression on his best friend's face and he was rewarded with a deep blush and wide blue eyes staring right at him. He nodded subtly to let Scott know he wanted a photo and Scott complied, tapping on the shutter and capturing this moment. Mitch's eyes locked with Scott's as he started stroking himself again, his breaths becoming louder until he squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back, releasing a built-up moan before he looked back at the blonde photographer. His free hand was roaming around his chest, pinching his nipples and making him cry out and bite his lip as he continued stroking himself in front of Scott and the camera. Finally, he decided to lay down on the bed and he found a comfortable place with his back resting against the fur coat. It was hot in the room, he was sweating, but that made it even better. He angled his knees up, spreading his legs apart to reach back down and finger himself. Oh how he wished he had something bigger than just his hands. He thought about a sex toy maybe, something to pleasure him more than his own skin but found nothing that had the potential to do so. Nothing that he personally owned, at least. He rarely ever got this horny and when he did, the smaller ones that he owned had to do or his own fingers. But right now, he needed to be filled, he needed it so bad that he was just about to ask Scott before he quickly changed his mind and continued using three fingers on himself and stroking his cock in the same pace.
"Scotty..." He panted. "Come closer...",
Scott did as he was asked, still not believing what was happening right in front of him. Mitch was getting himself off. And he was free to watch. And take pictures. If he wasn't going to capture every second.
Mitch gripped his coat, moaning, as he stopped all of his movements, not touching his body anymore. His breaths were ragged, his heartbeat quick and his mind dazed. His cock was leaking and it was obvious he would come any second now. But he didn't want to, yet. He wanted this to last, didn't want it to end too soon. So he brought the precum from his dick to his chest, spreading it, begging through eye contact for photos.
The fur coat was hot, and it smelled like expensive perfume giving Mitch just enough to work with for his fantasy. He put the coat away, though, knowing that he could come any second and he didn't want to ruin it. After that, he turned around and started rubbing his cock against the rough bedsheets, feeling the wet spot growing underneath him. He moaned, gasped, all while he was gripping the white cotton tight and preparing himself for his high. Scott took more photos, wanting to remember this forever. He's never seen Mitch like this, so open, and he wanted to store this in his memory for his own lonely nights.
Mitch's thrusts suddenly became irregular and he felt the familiar tightening in his lower stomach, indicating his orgasm was about to happen. And it did. Only a few seconds later he cried out, biting the bed sheets to silence his moans and Scott took as many photos as he could. Mitch turned around then, exhausted, gasping, his chest smeared with cum and sweat. Scott took a few more pictures, before Mitch fell asleep and Scott was in desperate need of a shower.
