My Muse

21

"Take it off. " Jinyoung ordered, holding his camera over Mark's body that was splayed out under him.

"Why are you recording me?" Mark asked, hesitantly reaching for the buttons on his shirt.

"This camera doesn't record." Jinyoung replied after snapping a picture.

"Then why are you taking pictures?"

"I want to remember this. Our first time together." Jinyoung answered.

"You don't need pictures to remember it." Mark mumbled, toying with a button between his fingers.

"You're right, but I still want them. Just to look at."

"There's no point..."

"I need material to jerk off to when you're away, okay?" Jinyoung stated, confessing his true intentions with the images.

Mark's jaw hung open a bit, his tongue darting out to wet his dried lips as his skin bloomed a rosy pink. "O-Oh..."

"I'm not gonna photograph you naked, don't worry. I just want you're face honestly." Jinyoung stated, trailing down to tug at Mark's shirt himself. "Now please, take it off."

Mark slowly removed his shirt, pushing it off the bed and to the floor. Jinyoung pushed Mark's arms that were covering his flawless body above his head, getting a better view of the elder's toned torso. He angled the lens to capture the sight perfectly.

"I thought you said just my face?" Mark pointed out as the camera flashed over his torso.

Jinyoung shrugged, his fingers lightly dragging down Mark's chest. "Maybe I lied. I won't go any lower than this though, I promise."

Jinyoung took a few more images, maybe too many considering the lengths he was going through to photograph Mark's partially naked body. He was straddling Mark at some point, the elder nudging his hips up to press his bulge against Jinyoung who was in the midst of snapping another photo.

"Jinyoung just touch me already." Mark whined, chewing on his bottom lip as their crotches rubbed against one another.

"S-Sorry." Jinyoung breathed out, almost throwing his camera off to the side as the feeling of Mark grinding against him caught him pleasantly off guard. He didn't even know where to start, he wanted to touch everything. "God you're beautiful."

"No compliments, I'll get embarrassed." Mark mumbled as Jinyoung leaned down to press their lips together.

Jinyoung's hands slid between their bodies, his lips dragging along Mark's skin to latch onto the elder's neck. "I like when you're embarrassed. Makes you cuter."

Mark's legs widened as Jinyoung's hand dug into his boxers, a soft pant escaping him as even his most sensitive area was given much needed attention from his boyfriend. "J-Jinyoung, I- fuck."

"Shh don't talk." Jinyoung mumbled, kissing Mark hard to swallow the moan that soon followed.

When they parted for just a moment, Mark's back arched, his arms slinging around Jinyoung's neck.

"I love you." He whispered against Jinyoung's lips.

"I love you too." Jinyoung immediately said back before drowning in another kiss.

And Jinyoung didn't forget to take an image of the aftermath of their love making despite Mark's shyness to be photographed in such a messy state, but of course both loved having the memory permanently stored to revisit whenever they wanted to be reminded of those wonderful moments together.