Not nearly as porny as I wanted it to be...but cute?
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After two glasses of wine, Jun starts to think that letting Nino take nude photos of him really isn’t the worst idea. It isn’t until Nino has him posed on his couch with a flower in his hair and a chenille throw blanket concealing his manhood that the ridiculousness of the situation starts to wear at Jun’s mellow.
“This is classy stuff,” Nino objects, a contradicting grin on his face.
“You know you’re not leaving my apartment with these on your camera.”
Nino rolls his eyes.
“Of course.”
Jun sighs and rolls his shoulders. He can’t help but feel a little smug when this makes Nino shutter-happy.
“I need a lot more alcohol for this,” he groans, letting his head fall back.
“Wait, right there, don’t move,” Nino interrupts, scooting in close. “Your neck, like that.”
Jun humors Nino for almost a full minute before pulling him in for a kiss. The camera flashes again and Jun inches back to narrow his eyes at Nino’s innocent smile.
“You’re a strange person,” Jun concludes.
“We should get a tripod.”
“Or a cameraman,” Jun jokes, tugging at Nino until he’s properly settled on top of Jun’s body.
“Aiba,” Nino suggests, rolling so that he’s cheek to cheek with Jun and holding the camera at arm’s length to take a photo.
Jun sticks out his tongue.
“He is the one who thought we should explore each other’s bodies,” Jun agrees.
“He’s a smart kid, that Aiba.”
Jun grabs the camera from Nino’s hand and sets it on the coffee table. Nino frowns as Jun stands and stretches.
“Bed,” Jun commands.
“Camera?”
Jun ignores Nino, walking to his bedroom in what could only be called a “saunter.”
“I have a DV recorder, you know,” he calls over his shoulder.
Nino hurries after Jun, tripping over the discarded blanket on the way.
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Date: 2008-10-20 10:59 am (UTC)---
After two glasses of wine, Jun starts to think that letting Nino take nude photos of him really isn’t the worst idea. It isn’t until Nino has him posed on his couch with a flower in his hair and a chenille throw blanket concealing his manhood that the ridiculousness of the situation starts to wear at Jun’s mellow.
“This is classy stuff,” Nino objects, a contradicting grin on his face.
“You know you’re not leaving my apartment with these on your camera.”
Nino rolls his eyes.
“Of course.”
Jun sighs and rolls his shoulders. He can’t help but feel a little smug when this makes Nino shutter-happy.
“I need a lot more alcohol for this,” he groans, letting his head fall back.
“Wait, right there, don’t move,” Nino interrupts, scooting in close. “Your neck, like that.”
Jun humors Nino for almost a full minute before pulling him in for a kiss. The camera flashes again and Jun inches back to narrow his eyes at Nino’s innocent smile.
“You’re a strange person,” Jun concludes.
“We should get a tripod.”
“Or a cameraman,” Jun jokes, tugging at Nino until he’s properly settled on top of Jun’s body.
“Aiba,” Nino suggests, rolling so that he’s cheek to cheek with Jun and holding the camera at arm’s length to take a photo.
Jun sticks out his tongue.
“He is the one who thought we should explore each other’s bodies,” Jun agrees.
“He’s a smart kid, that Aiba.”
Jun grabs the camera from Nino’s hand and sets it on the coffee table. Nino frowns as Jun stands and stretches.
“Bed,” Jun commands.
“Camera?”
Jun ignores Nino, walking to his bedroom in what could only be called a “saunter.”
“I have a DV recorder, you know,” he calls over his shoulder.
Nino hurries after Jun, tripping over the discarded blanket on the way.