TSV oneshots

Instagram (nsfw)

"Can you take a picture of me for instagram?"

Brett looked up from his phone, seeing his boyfriend all dressed up in his button up shirt tucked into some dark jeans and his hair styled just the right amount of messy. It took every ounce of strength he had not to just jump at him right there and then.

"You posted a picture of yourself on instagram yesterday. Are you trying to impress someone, or what?" Brett chuckled, looking down at his phone again to avoid a blush forming on his cheeks simply from how hot his boyfriend was. Did he do that on purpose?

"Please, Bretty, I'm feeling pretty." Eddy had leaned in close to him now, purring the words softly in his ear. His hot breath was tickling Brett's neck, sending shivers down his spine. Brett swallowed hard, willing his body not to react to it.

"Well, you are pretty, so I guess that makes sense," he said before clearing his throat. "Alright, let's go find some better lighting."

After a quick walk through their apartment, they found that their bedroom had the best natural light for the time of day. They did some quick cleaning, including making the bed before getting going.

"Mm, you're gorgeous," Brett mumbled as he snapped a picture of him by the window, making Eddy smile from the comment. He snapped a picture of that too. "Absolutely stunning."

"Lets try somewhere else," Eddy suggested, looking around the room for a new place he could pose. He found one with the bare wall as a background.

"Can I make an adjustment to your outfit?" Brett asked before taking any more pictures, and Eddy raised an eyebrow at him.

"Don't you like it?" Eddy asked, the confident look from a moment ago fading slightly. Brett moved over to him with a sheepish look.

"You're gorgeous, but I'm thinking you could be more..." Brett began, kissing him softly before reaching up to unbutton the top few buttons if Eddy's shirt. "... Hot."

Eddy's cheeks were burning as Brett half whispered the last word as a hot breath against his lips, and Brett had to admit he loved having that effect on him. He took a few steps back to snap a picture of him, but looking at it he wasn't sure if he wanted him to post that dazed look on instagram. That was reserved for him.

"How about a shot sitting on the bed?" Brett suggested in a velvety smooth voice, licking his lips as Eddy nodded and moved to sit on the foot end of the bed. Brett wasn't really photographing for instagram anymore. These were for his private collection.

"How do you want me to pose?" Eddy asked sweetly, having caught on to the change of scene. "Maybe like... This?"

Eddy pulled his legs into the bed to sit on his knees, licking his lower lip as he looked up at Brett and the camera. Brett couldn't help but grin.

"You know, that's almost... Let me just..." Brett mumbled and walked over to him to unbutton the rest of his shirt buttons. He ran his hands down his chest while pushing the shirt aside. "See that's... Yeah."

Eddy bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair as Brett stepped back to look at his masterpiece. He snapped a photo before furrowing his brows.

"You know, there is something... It's like it's lacking some movement..." Brett said, walking over to him. With Eddy on his knees on his bed, Brett stood taller than him.

"How about..." Eddy began, blushing as Brett's hands found his hips. "How about if I do something... Suggestive?"

Brett's hand moved around to slide over the front of Eddy's trousers before fiddling with the zipper and button for a bit. Eddy let out a sigh just as Brett kissed him softly.

"Can I photograph you while you touch yourself?" Brett asked as a breath in Eddy's ear before marking his neck in a nice, purple hickey. He saw the red of Eddy's blush flood around it.

"O... Okay," Eddy exhaled, letting his own hand rest on the front of his trousers for a bit while Brett got back in a position to photograph him.

"Fuck you're hot," Brett complimented, snapping pictures as Eddy's touched himself through the thin fabric of his boxer. He felt himself pressing against his jeans. "Take the boxers off too."

"Okay," Eddy whimpered, tilting his head back as he pulled his dick out in the open air and jerked himself off for Brett to photograph.

Brett snapped some more pictures, making sure Eddy's face with his mouth hanging open and sweat forming on his forehead in focus. He just wanted him at this point.

"Ah, Brett... I'm... Ah..!" Eddy moaned, biting his lip and furrowing his brows as he came. Brett was lucky to get the perfect picture to add to his collection.

He put the camera aside as Eddy gathered himself after the orgasm.

"You look like you really like photographing me," Eddy breathed, still catching his breath. Brett moved over to him to kiss him again, but let a moan escape against his lips as a hand was slowly sliding up his inner thigh.

"Let me pay you for the photos now," Eddy purred, pulling him into bed with him.