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MASON

Rain was deliciously tight, hugging Mason’s cock like he wanted to keep it forever, and Mason couldn’t get enough of it, which baffled him. He’d never been one for pleasures of the flesh. Sure, he’d had sex but he’d only done it for the experience, to see what the fuss was about, and even though he’d tried both men and women he’d always come home disappointed.

Until a bewitching elfin prince had stepped into his life.

Either Mason had chosen terrible hookups or he’d struck gold because Rain lit him up like a switchboard, bringing him to pleasurable heights that he didn’t think were possible. Now he understood the fuss; however, he was turning into a ravenous beast. He’d only been walking from the darkroom to the kitchen but a glance at Rain had tossed his brain offline, the possessive rumbling in his soul taking over and causing him to lose control.

In his defense, Rain was far too alluring. Hair up in a high sleek ponytail, Rain had been lounging on the couch in a white robe that had split open, showing most of his silky legs, and before Mason could stop himself, he’d slid a hand up one of Rain’s thighs.

And now he was the kind of man who bent someone over a piece of furniture and fucked the life out of them, but he was the only one who seemed bothered by it.

“Nnnn, Ma-son,” Rain gasped, tightening his channel even more and tilting his ass up, knuckles white as he gripped the sturdy back of the couch, clearly delighted that Mason had felt him up and then filled him up.

The sound of his name on Rain’s lips and the way that dark waterfall of hair rippled with each thrust caused the rumbling inside of Mason to build momentum. Sheer need barreled through his system once again, joining up with his spinning creativity and hijacking rational thought.

Reaching forward, he grasped Rain’s ponytail toward the top.

“Can I?” Was that his voice? It sounded like gravel. Rain shivered and Mason could feel it ripple around his cock.

“Yeah, I like it.” That breathy sex-soaked tone spurred Mason on and he tugged, slowly pulling Rain’s head back until he formed a stunning arch, balancing on his toes with his chest off the sofa, his arms and Mason’s hold keeping him in place.

For a few seconds, Mason stared, wishing he had a camera handy, and Rain clenched around him again, causing him to take in a sharp breath.

“Like what you see?”

Mason answered with his hips, the new position sending him even deeper, and Rain cried out in sheer bliss, the sound like music to Mason’s ears. Loud noises were not usually his cup of tea but Rain was special. His voice, his scent, his beauty, his very existence seemed attuned to Mason’s being, and he marveled at it. At having a muse of his own.

As the thrusts reached a peak Mason stopped, circling his hips, and one of Rain’s hands left the back of the sofa, wrapping around his own flushed and leaking cock.

“Nnnn, Ma-son, yeah, keep do-ing that.” Pumping fast, Rain swirled his pelvis in the opposite direction.

The friction and warmth around Mason were almost too much and he growled again, wanting to sink in even further, fill Rain completely, and capture his soul.

“I-I’m-” Rain jerked in the hold, his hair going taut as he came with a shout, massaging Mason’s cock with a rolling squeeze that dragged him along.

For most of Mason’s life, orgasm had been a rarity. Why would he masturbate when being behind a camera brought more satisfaction? That had been dashed once Rain had moved in. Now, Mason felt sated in the best way possible, especially as he came harder than he had the last time, filling the condom to the point that his limbs tingled and he thought he was going to pass out.

Rain squeezed around his dick again, and Mason jolted, trying to frown at Rain’s chuckle but it wasn’t possible, not after that orgasm. To be honest, he felt kind of good.

And then his right calf seared with pain.

Making a concerning sound, Mason pulled away from Rain, furiously shaking his leg.

“What’s going on?” Rain turned slowly, his ponytail askew.

“Mouse is climbing me.” Why did she think he was a ladder? Leaning down, he pulled her free, wincing at the additional agony while she mewed in protest. Mason rarely found things adorable but he would protect this kitten with his life, so he only stared hard at her as she mewed again in his face.

“Too late girl, I already did that!” Rain giggled, staggering once he stood upright. “Wow, Mason, you really were hiding a weapon in those pants.”

“I wasn’t hiding it.” Mason didn’t understand why Rain’s giggles increased as he tottered into the kitchen to wash his hands before taking Mouse and setting her down.

It was odd having someone and their pet in his space, not that Rain was in it often. He seemed to work a lot, and sleep a lot, which meant that Mason still had consistent quiet, and he liked that. But when Rain was awake and around his presence was both soothing and seductive, and Mason surprised himself by how quickly he’d adapted to sharing his bed with Rain and Mouse, who clawed her way onto the blanket every night, curling up next to Mason whether Rain was there or not.

Tossing away the condom, Mason watched as Mouse strutted over to the door upstairs, where she plopped down and started begging. Too small to be wandering freely, she’d been regulated to the apartment but she always wanted more in life and consistently nagged them to let her explore.

“You’re being bad right now, babygirl.” Picking up his robe, Rain slid it on and then wagged his finger at her. Mason’s lips quirked.

“Can you model today?” Moving in and work had delayed their first session and Mason’s brain felt heavy, full. This would be a good chance to parse it and unload some of the piling ideas.

“Yeah, I just need to clean up.” His gaze traveled south. “And you should probably take care of that. Sorry.”

Looking down, Mason donned his perpetual frown as blood trickled from a few small puncture wounds in his leg.

“It’s okay.” Next time he’d put Mouse in a separate room.

Once Mason washed up and bandaged his calf, he grabbed his Pentax from the bedroom and Rain followed.

“What should I wear?” he asked, the gauzy white fabric of his robe hugging him in ways that made him both angelic and downright devilish.

“That’s good.” Turning away so he wouldn’t get distracted again, Mason adjusted a few settings on the camera. “Let’s use the studio.”

Rain blinked. “The what?”

Three doors sat at the back of the main room, and Mason opened the middle one. In preparation, Mason had already set up a backdrop along with a few lights and he’d dragged a chaise lounge from the prop pile into the middle of the room. Its deep mulberry color would complement Rain perfectly.

Browsing the shelves of equipment that lined the walls, Mason took his time selecting a few things, letting Rain look around.

“Wow,” he breathed, glancing behind the backdrop. “I had no idea this room was here.”

“That’s because I didn’t show you.” Gathering his choices, Mason kept an eye on Rain, who ran his fingers along the top of the desk, staring at the computer.

“You have a crazy setup.” Approaching, he looked over Mason’s shoulder, watching him attach a lens. “Can I ask you a question?”

Letting out a grunt, Mason switched on one of the cameras, hoping that Rain didn’t get too personal.

“Why do you do portraits?”

Mason’s shoulders relaxed a bit. While personal, this was interesting, not invasive.

“They show me who someone is. Photos don’t lie.”

But sometimes the truth is uncomfortable, Cricket.

Tilting his head, Rain stared off, considering, and then nodded softly. “They don’t.”

Gesturing toward the sofa, Mason moved a few lights and Rain took the tie out of his hair, letting it fall free as he draped himself seductively over the sofa, the stark white of the backdrop a lovely contrast to the pop of color from the lounge, all pointing toward the center, the star, where Rain’s mesmerizing beauty held a court of creativity.

Just like their first session on the sunset cliff, they easily fell into synch, Rain shifting and posing while Mason snapped photo after photo, moving around in an inspired frenzy, switching cameras and lenses, changing lights, and circling until sweat broke out across his forehead. Becoming merely a vessel for his imagination, Mason channeled and unfurled it, his mind getting lighter with each idea he spun through.

Normally, Mason only did one session with portrait subjects and never needed more than an hour, so by now he should be sick of Rain, but that would never happen because his fascination stretched out endlessly before him, only growing as Rain got more comfortable, slowly giving the camera slices of truth that Mason pulled free, wanting more from Rain, wanting everything.

Shifting position, Mason stood on a stool, pointed the camera down, and caught half of Rain in the frame as he blinked, looking into the lens in a way that had Mason’s heart pounding, because when the walls finally fell in that stormy gaze, it screamed.

Mewing cut between them and Rain smiled, all of the fear gone as he turned to Mouse, who stopped in front of the chaise lounge, inspecting.

Picking her up with one hand, Rain placed several loud kisses on her forehead even though she squirmed and Mason snapped back into reality, grabbing a few shots.

“Do you want to model with me?” Rain asked her in a soft voice. Booping her nose, he started posing again, adding her in perfectly, not like she was an accessory but a colleague. Mouse took it in stride, working the camera as much as Rain did, batting at Mason whenever he got too close, but once Rain started making her dance, she nipped his fingers, jumped down, and took off.

“ Such a diva,” Rain rolled his eyes.

Stepping back, Mason looked over the photos, staring in shock at a bunch of them. Rain barely needed editing; he commanded the eye, easily seizing attention, his elfin nature prominent, and Mason knew that the hardest part of preparing for the exhibition would be choosing from the plethora of show-worthy portraits.

Turning the camera around, he showed Rain the viewscreen. Letting out a little gasp, Rain put a hand on his chest.

“Is this how you see me?” His subjects always asked that because Mason didn’t capture what they saw in the mirror, he captured their hearts, their real inner thoughts, and while Rain seemed captivated, his words were laced with trepidation.

“That’s how the camera sees you.” Mason took it back, switching it out for his Pentax.

“Right, because that’s how I look when I take selfies,” Rain snorted, running a hand through his hair and flicking it to the other side.

Mason’s lips twitched but he went still as the robe slipped off Rain’s shoulder, showing an expanse of flawless skin. Didn’t he just use his sex drive? What was wrong with him?

“That stare is gonna put another hole in me.” A dangerous smirk curved across Rain’s face, and he shifted just enough for the silky fabric to fall even more, exposing one of his nipples. “Come on.” Popping a finger in his mouth, Rain sucked, his cheeks going hollow, and then he dragged that wet digit down his lip, chin, and neck, stopping to play with his nipple. “Take some pictures.”

Rain’s wish was Mason’s command because the photographer didn’t run this session, the muse did. Fueled by lust, Mason dove in deep, snapping away as the robe fell open and Rain reclined on the sofa, tugging and teasing his little pink nubs into hardness, pleasure in the pinch of his brows and parted lips. Despite the ecstasy, he never looked away from the camera, even as he slid both hands between his legs, wrapping one around his cock and caressing his balls with the other, playing himself like an instrument, knowing how to make the sweetest music.

Taking shot after shot, the lens never left Rain’s face. There was a line between art and pornography that Mason didn’t want to cross, and he had no need to. Rain’s expressions proved that he was channeling not just Erato but Aphrodite as well, and Mason had to adjust himself since he was hard again .

“Need some help with that?” Within seconds, Rain was kneeling in front of him, opening Mason’s cargo pants before he could blink.

Gritting his teeth as his cock hit the air, Mason made sure the camera was secure around his neck because he almost lost his balance when Rain licked the tip, grinned, and then swallowed him to the root. It was like he had no gag reflex.

Sharply inhaling, Mason cursed, and Rain’s responding moan slid up his shaft, making his legs shake. He’d gotten blowjobs before and they’d never done anything for him, but once again Rain had him harder than steel. The warmth and wetness were overwhelming, and the way Rain pulled up with a hum each time, rippling his tongue all the way back down, had every cell in Mason’s body at full attention.

Letting loose a growl, Mason studied how those plush lips stretched around his girth, the way that glossy hair moved as Rain rose and sank, the lines of enjoyment around his eyes, and how he pumped his own cock in time to his bobs. Strangely, he didn’t want to capture this with anything other than his eyes, and as he watched Rain descend again and again, the rumble in his chest grew, wanting to possess, to own.

As if it had its own will, Mason’s hand slid into Rain’s hair again, not guiding, only holding on, and Mason used it as a touchstone, trying to brace himself in the mounting sensations as the suction and speed increased.

“ Rain, ” slipped from his mouth, gruff and gritty. The rhythm staggered and Rain’s eyes snapped open, staring up at Mason in surprise and euphoria before the sweet torture resumed with even more fervor. A long guttural moan shook his cock as Rain began to jerk, and he forced Mason in even further, choking hard around him.

And Mason didn’t stand a chance. Even though he’d come just a few hours ago, he curled his fingers in that lustrous hair, tossed his head back, and shot down Rain’s throat with a grunt.

Swallowing every drop eagerly, Rain massaged Mason’s cock a few more times before releasing it with a pop. Knees wobbly, Mason sank to the floor, his eyebrows up in shock.

Rain stared for a few seconds and then laughed. “I guess you enjoyed that.”

All Mason could do was nod, but the mind-blowing orgasms and Rain’s infectious laughter burrowed into him and his lips curved in a rare smile. Warning bells still went off because he’d been trained that vulnerability meant weakness, but a small part of him insisted that Rain was safe.

Fingers traced his jawline, giving him a full-body shiver.

“You’re even hotter when you smile, you know.” Rain booped his nose and then fluidly rose, gathering the robe and donning it again as Mason sat there, trying to process.

“You think I’m hot?” He didn’t know where he sat on the looks scale and he’d never really cared. But to have a true work of art like Rain find him attractive? It made him want to smile again.

“No, I think you’re disgusting.” Rain gathered his hair, which had become slightly tangled from Mason’s fingers, and gathered it into a stylish knot.

Mason grabbed a few more shots and Rain flashed a peace sign for the last one, along with a cheesy smile.

“Are we doing more?”

“Not today.” Awkwardly standing, Mason pulled up his pants, fastening them, and Rain gave him an appreciative once-over.

“I had fun…” On the devious scale, Rain’s grin was an eleven. “With everything .” And then he padded away. Mason could hear Mouse plaguing Rain with mews as soon as he stepped out into the main room and the soft huff of a chuckle left Mason’s chest.

His pocket buzzed. Without thinking he pulled his phone out, tapping it awake, and a single line of text stabbed him through, draining all his joy.

Sign the fucking papers. Now.