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Jean Eric Vergne is the kind of photographer that he takes extreme care with his creative process and how it is executed, and this sometimes leaves him extremely stressed. Mitch, the dancer he was supposed to photograph that morning was late, more than half a hour late, and it was frustrating him because all his planning for the shoot was going to hell. Just when he was about to call him, a little figure almost runs over him at the entrance to the studio
-Sorry, sorry I had a incident on the way - Mitch starts talking nervously while helps the frenchman to get up, that's a great start uh...
-No problem - Jev smilies, and Mitch shrugs - Your dance academy said how we are going to do the photos? - He asks getting closer of the kiwi, studying him from head to toe, already imagining which angles and light plays would favor the angular and strong beauty of the young man.
-Yes, something about neon colors on black and white, how we are going to do this? - He asks excited, his excitement amusing the photographer, that laughs lightly...
-First of all, I want you to take your clothes off, I want the colors popping out of your skin - He suggests and Mitch nods, starting to take his t-shirt, forgetting the existence of the other man in the room. Jev gasps with the view, I mean, him was expecting Mitch to have a strong physical because of his career as a professional dancer, but what he was seeing was beyond his expectations...Mitch doesn't looked like he was caring, probably used to get changed in front of other dancers.
-Jev, are you okay? - Mitch asks crossing his arms in front of his chest, already half naked like was asked - He holds a smirk when he realized what was happening, oh dear, this is going to be fun...
-Yes, I'm - Jev forces himself to stop overthinking on how Mitch was unfairly pretty - We are going to use this neon colorful powders and I want you to dance with them, I will be taking the pictures as you go - He actually admire the composure he has gained during his more than 15 years in the profession, because with someone with this level of beauty could make a damage.
-Can I put some music on? Maybe I just get used to a noisy environment - He jokes and Jev agrees, pointing out a little sound box that was in a corner of the room. The New Zealander walks casually, like he wasn't all hot and nervous under the trained eyes of the french, that was following him every step he took around the place. As some of his brazilian friends would say: if life gives you lemons, make lemonade out of them. And he would make it. He let's his collaborative dance playlist playing on the random mode and smirk when he recognize the song that starts playing: 'The Take' by Tory Lanez, and just starts dancing casually. Jean don't loose a second and starts clicking the dancer.
Just like him imagined, the fluidity of the kiwi moves and all those colors made a huge contrast in all that darkness, which fixed pretty much on what he was asked to do. Mitch danced for two or three more songs, and Jev captured every single angle that could, and he would be lying if he says that wasn't one of the best models the he ever worked with...but the tension was almost choking him and was annoying.
-Are we done? - Mitch asks without intentions. - The powder is starting to stick on my skin - He smiles embarrassed
-Huh, can I try just one more thing? - Jev asks awkwardly and Mitch agrees. He takes it as a chance to touch the dancer. With a bottle of cold water on his hands, he gets more closer of the dancer and throw cold water over him. Mitch hisses at the stark difference in temperature between the water and his skin, but that doesn't stop him from getting even more excited about the situation. It all gets worse when Jev starts touching him to spread the colored "mud" all over his body.
And it wasn't like Mitch was the only one affected. Because he wasn't.
A few pictures later and Jev says that they are done. Mitch runs over the bathroom to take a shower to take all of the powder of him, and Jev takes this time to analyze the photos he took. The idea of the water got even more interesting from afar, but in the pictures was something that was catching his attention and it wasn't the fact that he got the angles and lights right. He took a deep breath and spreads out on the chair. So the secret interest he managed to develop in the dancer was mutual? Interesting...
He spent so many time thinking about the ways to take the things further, that he didn't notice Mitch kneeling in front of him. He just realized when he felt a cold, wet hand moving up his thighs. Usually Jev didn't controlled the things in bed, but when he controlled, was always a little more gentle. It made his mouth water, because he could do whatever he wanted with the young man in front of him.
-Get up - His voice thickens, making his French accent even stronger, stands up from the chair and looks down at him. - You don't have idea how much I wanna kiss you now... - He runs his hand through the younger's wet hair.
-Why you don't kiss me then? - Mitch challenges, looking in the brown eyes of the photographer, breathing heavily through the nose. Wrong decision...
-Because if I kiss you now just like I want, I would probably fuck you. Not that I don't want to, I don't know about you...but I like comfort even in this kind of situation. -He smiles innocent and kisses a random spot on the New Zealander's well-designed jaw, which makes the brunette moan softly. Jev enjoys the reaction and kisses another spot on his jaw, but adding a hickey that makes the youngest almost scream in pain. When he runs his tongue over the future mark that would be in place, Mitch pulls his head away from his neck and kisses him hard. Jean-Eric it doesn't take long to return the kiss, running his hand over the youngest's body and swallowing the moans and grunts he made.
-Mitch we need to leave - Jev says interrupted by the kisses that Mitch left in his jaw and neck.
-Take me home then - Mitch voice's breaks
-Your or mine house?
-Whatever
-Good. - And starts walking towards his car, with the kiwi behind him - Maybe you don't sleep tonight then - He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, opening the vehicle. Mitch smirks, he didn't wanted to sleep anyway...
In the way to the french's house Mitch and Jev starts to teasing each other. Provocative touches, malicious acts and a silence that spoke more than anything. When they stepped into the house the french just throws him against the wall and begins to unbutton the youngest's shirt, kissing and biting every millimeter of skin that was revealed. When they got to the room, Mitch was almost naked, but Jev just took his shirt off, hovering over mitch's body, kissing all over him. neck, chest (paying attention to his nipples) thighs, and making the same path on his back. Just this makes the dancer a screaming (and hot) mess.
-Please, please, please - Mitch whimpers, feeling the Frenchman bite the tops of his thighs. Jev looks at him questioningly. - Do something... - Mitch continues whimpering, hyperventilating, and with a strong flush that ran down his chest
-Do what? - Jev keeps teasing him - I'm a photographer, not a fortune teller, I won't do anything that you don't ask me - He kisses the boxer bar of the man under him and Mitch arches. Damn, the sight he was having was eye-popping. An extremely hot man spread out all hot and with a boner that could be seen from miles away.
-Just touch me, I'm asking to much? - Mitch groans, frustrated as hell. which made jev laugh, and Mitch growl annoyed. When Mitch least expected it he heard his underwear rip and he felt his cock being swallowed by the Frenchman's hot mouth. He cries out in pleasure, feeling his body respond almost painfully to the sudden pleasure that was offered to him.
Jev wasn't kidding when he said he'd fuck the youngest's brains out, and after a while playing with the penis of the younger, he climbs leaving fierce kisses where he passed until he kissed him with his lips. Mitch moans, already overestimulated and the whole thing had only begun. That would be so good for them.
-Its unfair, I'm already naked and you only took your shirt off - Mitch complained, trying to get underneath the French to undress him and feel more of him.
Jev groaned, he wasn’t expecting Mitch to be this needy. And the thought of it was enough for distracting him of what he was doing, and Mitch quickly dropped him on the bed and mounted on his lap.
-My turn, I guess- The kiwi smiled innocently and started to kiss the Frenchman body, with the intention to drive him just crazy as he could be, the small noises of Jean Eric only stimulating him. When he arrived in the top of the pants, he suddenly stops.
-Wha- Jev started protesting, just to be shushed by the New Zealander.
-Take it off, now! - Mitch demands roughly and he laughs, but he obey.
-Fuck Jev, you’re so hot - Mitch breathes - I don’t know what I want to do with you first.
-Can I give you a idea? - Jean Eric smirked - What about you suck me with this pretty mouth of yours - The French spreads his legs, and Mitch smile widely, getting the message and going down on him. Jev breathes faster, he was already on the edge and Mitch had made his goal to make him cum in his mouth, wich happend not to late to this, and Mitch swallowed a bit, letting a little amount just to show off.
-Dirty bitch -Jean pulled him over by his hair and kissed him hard, not caring about the cum on his tongue or his own post orgasm, and squeezed hard the cheeks of that hot ass, wich made Mitch groan in the kiss. Time to move forward. He throws Mitch on the bed again, and he packed lube and condoms and came back to the bed, laying next to Mitch. - God, I wish that I could take a picture of you like that, all hot and waiting for me to fuck you just right. - He lets his hands travel around his body one more time, appreciating how much response he could get from his body with a simple touche. Mitch groans low and open his legs, a invite to Jean Eric to do with him as he pleased.
-Maybe I let you take it, but please, just fuck me now… - Mitch whines, already tired of waiting. -With that level of education there's nothing you can't get from me dear - Jean Eric smirked and prepared them quickly, because he couldn’t wait to be inside Mitch either. When he started fuking him…shit, he never felt so good in a while. Mitch groaned, he didn’t feel like that as well -Yes! More! - Mitch screams, and this was the first of the many times that they fucked on the night. They only stopped in the sunrise of the other day, and when Mitch let Jev take out that the picture that he promised, he realized that this wasn’t the last time that he would be there.