Peepers sat on top of Lord Hater's rib cage only wearing his boxers. His tiny body weighed practicly nothing so it didn't hurt his boss. Lord Haer was staring up at his second in command who was nervously trembling as he lay down in his bed. They were in Hater's room and it was late at night while everybody else in the skull ship was sleeping.
Hater took off his underwear. Peepers watched and was disapointed to see just a pelvis and nothing else. "I mean seriously, whats the point of wearing underwear if you have nothing to hide? Hater could be running around commando and nobody would care... wait actualy that would be kind of kinky." peepers blushed wwhile thinking to himself.
peepers nervously stood up and shut his eye tightly as he lowered his boxers too. He didn't take them off completly but just lowered them so that they were around his feet. Hater gazed at the stunning hunk of manliness that stood on top of him.
"Ooooh! Peepers i never knew you were such a stud." Hater gasped
"T-thank you, sir." peepers turned bright red, still his eye was shut.
"You're so fit too. I never knew you worked out"
"Do you even lift bro?" peepers asked.
"Nah. even if i did, i have no muscles so it wouldn't show." Hater replied as the sound of a camera shutter went off.
Peepers eye was wide open now and he saw Hater holding a old camera pointed at him.
"DON'T TAKE PICTURES OF ME NAKED!" Peepers screamed as he tried to reach for the camera but wasn't tall enough to reach.
"Jeepers Peepers! calm down! these photos are for us own. Like if ever you're lonely and i'm not around, you can just pull these out and uh... ya know ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)"
"BUT SIR WHAT IF THESE GET INTO SOMEBODY ELSE'S HANDS AND THEY DISTRIBUTE THEM ACROSS THE GALAXY!?"
A paper came out of the bottom part of the camera. "they won't. this camera isn't digital, it's physical. see? the pictures you take get developed on paper directly so you can only have 1 physical copy of it. You can't distribute these on the internet. Nothing to worry about!"
"what if somebody finds the physical copy?"
"well that's your fault then. you're supposed to hide these really well. if they get found, then we're screwed."
Peepers was still uneasy about this but accepted it. The thought of having Hater's nudes was very appealing but the thought of hater having his nudes was... OH GOD NO! but still. it would be unfair to have Hater's pictures and to give nothin back.
They spent their romantic evening doing sexual acts, like hand jobs, blow jobs, rim jobs, low wage jobs and steve jobs and photographing everything. They finished extremely tired and their bed covered in peeper's cum, sweat and a little of blood and tears but the bed was especially cover in a ton of pornographic photos. They fell asleep content and naked in eachothers arms since they were to tired to get in pijamas.