Aiden POV
I packed up all my camera equipment before leaving the studio. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I got to photograph Avi Kaplan. The Avi Kaplan I had a crush on since I first saw him.
I was surprised when he agreed to do the photoshoot after my stupid mistake. It didn't feel like a mistake at the time. It actually felt like one of the best decisions of my life. But I wouldn't do it again.
I began walking back to my dorm, thinking about the photoshoot. He looked amazing. Everything about him. His eyes. His hair. His everything. I wanted him to be mine but he had his stupid boyfriend, Scott.
Scott doesn't deserve him, I do. I knew him way before Scott. He probably treats Avi like shit. I could treat him better. I've seen the way he stares at me. He knows he wants me and I want him.
I got back to my dorm to edit the pictures. I plugged the camera into my computer and my screen filled with pictures of him. Each one of more perfect than the other. All the different angles capturing his beauty in so manny ways. He was gorgeous. Absolutely stunning.
I continued editing the pictures for about an hour. I came across the final picture. It was him staring directly at me with an innocent gaze.
I felt a tugging at my core. A deep arousal from his appearance. I looked down at my lap to see a bulge that needed release. I knew what I needed to do.
a/n: it's about to get creepy y'all.
I pulled out a bottle of lube from my dresser and unzipped my fly. I pulled down my underwear allowing my cock to bounce up. It was hard, swollen and throbbing like crazy. I coated my hand in the gooey substance and grabbed a hold of my throbbing arousal.
I started stroking my hard length as I stared into his eyes in the image. His big green orbs of innocence. I imagined those innocent eyes in front of me. Looking up at me for confirmation. I would stroke his beautifully smooth face and watch a smile curl up on his face. I'd watch as he took me into his mouth and began sucking on me. His tongue going up my shaft. I'd push my cock down his throat and feel him gag on me, all while he'd look up at me showing me how much of a good boy he is.
I'd watch as his cheeks would turn a rosy red because he couldn't take it. And I'd say "It's ok, baby," and he'd smile at me. I'd pull him off my cock and kiss him passionately. Kiss him all over his neck and his body.
His beautifully unmarked body for me to mark up. I'd begin with his neck and venture all across his chest. He'd be mine. He'd be intoxicated by our burning desire for each other. He'd want me. He'd be right where I wanted him because he would be mine.
My desire would turn me into a lustful beast trying to bring pleasure to this beautiful boy. I'd throw him down onto my bed in order to ravage him. To explore his boundaries. He'd say "Take me," and I'd do what I was told. I slide myself into him. Listening to him moan would be my only driving force.
I ram into him like a maniac. I'd want to hear every single reaction from him. I'd want to feel him squirm under my touch and cater to my every whim. I'd want to look into his eyes and see his innocence transform into lust and carnality. I'd want him to beg for more of me.
I'd give him everything. I'd give him my everything. I'd fuck him into a babbling mess. Till everything he said was incoherent and him just losing it to me. I'd want him to scream my name every time so everyone around knew that I was the only one who could make him feel like that.
I'd want to feel him burn with me. Burn in the passion we create. I'd want him to crave me. To want me. To need me.
I'd make sure came. I'd want to feel him as he shuddered and shivered from the pleasure he felt. I'd want to smile at me and thank me for getting him there. I'd call him a "Good boy," and kiss him as a reward.
He'd go back to sucking my dick with his innocent eyes. I'd want to duck his thrust like I fucked his ass. Recklessly. I'd shoot my load down his throat and moan in satisfaction.
I'd be satisfied. I'd be happy because he'd be mine. I felt a wave a pleasure wash over me as I released into my hand. I opened my eyes and realised that none of it was real.
None of it was because he wasn't mine. He wasn't mine to claim. But I wanted to. And I was going to make it my mission to make him mine
No matter what it took.
