Hello,
Credits to evil-usagi for the cover picture I love it!
Hope you enjoy the story!
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"There is no way I'm doing this job! Not a damn chance, are you insane, Nagisa!"
Startling Green eyes flashed brightly, under the dim lighting of the private studio, the contract agreement was shoved back into its envelope and pushed roughly back into his manager's hands.
"But, you said you wanted something 'different' and 'refreshing'!" The yellow-haired man said animatedly, waving his fingers in a quote unquote manner.
"I shoot landscape, Nagisa…Land. Scape. Couldn't you find me a client in Krabi or something?!" Makoto replied, exasperated.
"Aww, come on. It'd be interesting! Besides, what's wrong with 'manscape'?" Nagisa persuaded.
Makoto cringed on the inside as he heard the bad pun come from his friend's mouth.
"It's an erotic magazine!" Makoto finally blurted.
"So?" the manager replied, blinking owlishly at the other man.
Makoto stared back incredulously, before Nagisa's hand was pushed into his face.
"You needed a change. You wanted to try more studio related shots. They pay well…very well. It adds to your portfolio diversity," Nagisa rattled off a string of reasons, ticking them off with his fingers as he went along, "…and you like men." His last finger curled down into his palm.
"I don't see what your problem is." The manager concluded.
Makoto sighed, he knew he was losing the battle, when his friend got into this state, he knew that if didn't agree, he'd be hounded at for the next few weeks and then some. Not to mention, that every one of Nagisa's reasons where actually valid.
Resigned, Makoto held out his hand, "Give me the contract…"
"Yes! I knew you'd do it! Maybe you'll meet a nice guy eh!" Nagisa practically threw his arms over the photographer, and fist pumped in mid-air. Makoto's friend and manager had always hoped that the kind, handsome photographer would find a significant other soon, since between the two of them, it was only ever going to be platonic.
Makoto scowled, "There will be no guy, and I'm only doing one shoot, one. After this, you're gonna do your job properly and get me nice exotic landscape locations." The olive-haired man made sure to emphasize on landscape.
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Slinging his camera bags over his shoulder, Makoto stepped out from the taxi. Glancing up to check the building number was correct, he walked into the non-descript building that housed the photo studio for the erotic magazine 'Bound'.
Entering the building, the lobby was wide and empty. Makoto's shoes clicked softly on the wooden flooring as he trekked across the room to the reception.
"How can I help you? Are you a model, reporter or photographer?" the receptionist said quickly, not even looking up from her paper work, like she had practiced the line a thousand times.
Slightly taken aback, Makoto said sheepishly, "I'm looking for studio 1, I'm the photographer."
The red-head from behind the table looked up from her papers, giving Makoto a once over with her eyes, "you sure you're not here to be a model?" she asked sharply. Too many pranksters, have passed these doors trying to get into studios they weren't supposed to be in. Not to mention, the man in front of her had a very good physic.
"I'm sure, Miss…" Makoto trailed off, producing the contract as proof.
"Matsuoka…" the receptionist mumbled nonchalantly, flipping quickly through the document, "you're clear, please wear this tag when you are in the premises and return it to me on the way out. Studio 1 is on second floor down the hallway on your left." Handing Makoto the 'Guest' tag, she turned back to her work.
"Thank you, Matsuoka-san," the photographer replied, clipping the tag onto the pockets of his jeans.
He didn't catch the attentive gaze of a certain woman behind the front desk, watching his every move. Well, she did love a man with nice muscles to admire. She mused if she could get said photographer in front of the lens instead of behind it.
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His knuckles rested lightly on the back of the door, and Makoto breathed in and then out slowly, calming his nerves and getting himself in the frame of mind to take beautiful pictures. In the end, a job was a job and he had a reputation to uphold. Straightening his shoulders, he rapped on the door.
Entering the studio, Makoto took time analysing his surroundings, the room was cladded in black, black walls, black marble flooring, and toward the centre of the set was a single black, high-back arm chair in leather. The only illumination coming from the numerous lighting umbrellas surrounding the set.
"You must be Tachibana-san!" A voice boomed from, Makoto's right, before a hand was proffered.
Taking the hand, Makoto felt it being almost crushed in the grip of the other man.
Turned out, the man's name was Mikoshiba Seijuro, the editor in charge of 'Bound'. He spent some time explaining the concept he wanted for the photo shoot to Makoto.
"…so for our new section, we're thinking, Black and White shots eh…something mysterious, dangerous, we are going luxury kink with this ya got it?" the editor looked pointedly at Makoto, before taking a swig of whiskey.
Makoto nodded in understanding. To him, Mikoshiba felt like a nice guy, but still he was weary of the man and this place he ended up in. After all, what did he know about luxury kink? All he could hope for was a good, independent model that would follow direction.
"Well, that's great then," Mikoshiba rubbed his hands together, then he walked over to a panel and pressed a button. Pointing two fingers to the right wall, he directed Makoto's gaze to a shelf full of toys and props that were gradually being revealed.
Makoto took one look at the wall, and he felt his face heat up, turning away from it quickly. Was that a flogger?!
Mikoshiba only grinned at the newbie, the blush of those who were still innocent to his world was always refreshing. "To spice up your shoot," he said with a flourish of his arm.
Makoto opened his mouth ready to say something, when a firm knock interrupted his thoughts.
"Ah, Nanase-kun!" the editor said in greeting.
"Mikoshiba…" the model said back in acknowledgement.
Makoto turned around to see who would be the subject of his photos, and his heart nearly stopped as he took in what the model was wearing…or rather not wearing.
Mikoshiba slapped the stoning photographer on the back as he introduced, Nanase Haruka. Resident top model. And Tachibana Makoto. Landscape photographer.
Haruka was completely at ease, wearing nothing but a pair of very hugging black leather chaps coupled with a jock strap that left nothing to the imagination. While Makoto was just trying to get his thoughts back together.
Haruka's gaze, roamed freely over Makoto's body, never taking his eyes off the photographer, as he leaned in to whisper something in Mikoshiba's ear. The editor frowned a little and said something back.
Makoto felt pinned in place, Haruka's gaze running over him like water, though strangely enough he didn't feel like the model was judging him, but rather memorising him, touching him with invisible hands. And he couldn't look away, couldn't tear his eyes away from the ocean blue ones.
"Well then…Tachibana-san, I'll be leaving you with Nanase-kun eh…" the editor clapped a large hand on Makoto's shoulder, "oh… and play nice Nanase-kun." He tilted his head toward Haruka, and then the door slammed shut.
Startled out of his trance, Makoto didn't even have a chance to reply. All that ran through his head was the thought of regretting the solitude policy in the contract that he always requested. He wasn't sure if it was smart just having him and blue-eyed Nanase in the room.
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Then it was just the two of them, in a dimly lit room, with one of them half dressed, and the other feeling like he was about to be stripped naked just by the other man's intense stare.
"How would you like to start, Tachibana-san," Haruka asked softly, flicking his eyes from the camera to the photographer. Then padding confidently to the large chair, he sat on one side of the arm rest, and swung his bare feet up to the other side.
Waiting. Watching.
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/peeks
Hello~...mmm... How did this story happen… What a great question… The opening few paragraphs were sitting in the poor laptop for some time actually, about the start of this year…o.o….yeah. But it never made it to ffn since I forgot all about it until…well now. I was digging around the backlogs of writing hoping to find something I could salvage and put up before the year is done (since I do feel a little pathetic at the number of words I've written this year… real life gets in the way so muchT T) and I found this, kinda hoping this keeps the writing chain going for as much as possible. I've been missing dearly, writing and updating 'Kiss 22' as well
As for the story, yeah, I pretty much only write MakoHaru for the Free! fandom, though I have an interest toward SouRin as well ever since some doujins I've been seeing started floating around. I'm betting on the new Free! movie coming up soon to spark some stories again too! So, yes, sexy model Haruka and talented photographer Makoto, I'm sure you can figure out who does the topping. It shouldn't be too long of a story, though do expect some kinky stuff eh…Haru makes a sexy Dom (I've been wanting to write that.) xD
Pardon, if you spot any mistakes or if it's too OOC for you, since I'm probably rusty already, and leave a review if you liked it or not!
Till next time~
/bows