Identity V Oneshots

Aesop Carl (Embalmer) x Joseph (Photographer)

LEMON

Dominant- Aesop
Submissive- Joseph

My first character x character. Let's see how this turns out...

Includes:
   • French language
   • hardcore "stuff" 😏

Not proofread/edited.

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1852 Paris, France

Aesop's POV

It was my vacation from working so long in England. I've wanted to visit Paris for so long, and now I finally have the chance. Since I don't have a wife and children, I could go on my own. Not to mention, I'm not attracted to women. Women have always disgusted me, so I prefer men. It's nice to be a twenty-two year old plantation owner. I do have multiple servants who help run the plantation, but that's all they do. I cook for myself, bathe myself, and clean for myself. I've never needed anyone else to do that for me.

After arriving in Paris, I've scheduled a plan for the entire week. On the boat ride here, I wrote down my plans into a notebook, like a planner. Today I'll book a hotel room and get situated in there, then I'll go to a nice restaurant and go to the Eiffel Tower afterwards. The next day in the morning I was planning on going to a café to eat breakfast, then go to the Notre-Dame Cathedral, and lastly fix something for dinner. Most of my week consisted of sight seeing and going to a café for breakfast.

However, my week didn't exactly go as planned.

Whenever I went to a nearby café for breakfast the next day, there was a family photo being taken outside in front of the café garden. The family consisted of a mother and father and two boys. One of the boys appeared to be in his teens and the other looked around the age of six. The photographer was a tall man with long, platinum blonde hair. He wore a long blue coat with intricate designs on it, skin tight blue pants, and pointy green shoes. From the back he looked beautiful, so that makes me wonder what he looks like from the front.

I watched as he took their picture. They seemed like a happy family. I couldn't help but smile at them while they were posing. The younger boy sat in the older ones lap while the parents stood behind them. It was a cute photo. After the camera clicked signaling that the picture was taken, the photographer gave them a gesture for them to move. When the family walked away and he was packing up his camera, I walked over to him.

"Excuse me," I spoke politely, getting his attention. I felt my heart pound out of my chest when he looked at me. He had gorgeous light blue eyes. He was probably the most beautiful man I've ever laid my eyes on. "May I also take a picture?"

"Fifty-eight francs," he told me. I quickly took my wallet out of my back pocket and pulled out sixty francs. I handed the money to him which he gladly took. I noticed him taking out his wallet to return whatever is left over.

"You can keep the change," I told him. He appeared grateful at the offer. He set up the camera once again, but I stopped him. "Actually, may I have a different location?" I asked. He furrowed his eyebrows at me. "Maybe by the sea. I'll pay you twenty more francs."

"Are you perhaps a... wealthy person?" He asked in his best English, but his French accent was very thick. With a smile I headed in the direction of the nearby sea. There was a short fence surrounding the cliff for safety precautions. Since it was short it was perfect for taking pictures.

The photographer set up his camera once again straight ahead of me. "You can take any position you like," he told me. Taking his words into account, I stood straight with my body facing in a 3/4 position to the camera. I held my hands together in front of my shirt hem. Right when he was about to take the photo, the dark sky finally let down its water.