"Look straight into the camera, baby."
Jack blinks sleepily, bringing a pale hand up to rub at his eyes before letting out a startled noise followed by a groan.
"Seriously?" he whines, "I just woke up. What are you doing shoving a camera in my face at..." he looks hazily around for a clock and in failing to find one flumps back down on the bed moaning "at the friggen crack of dawn."
"Documenting" Pitch hums. "This is our first time waking up together. I want to remember it forever."
"You couldn't have documented it later in the day? I need my sleep."
Pitch lowers the camera slightly, suddenly seeming unwilling to meet Jack's gaze. Furrowing his eyebrows Jack rolls over onto his back, stretching luxuriously on the mattress.
"The – the way the light is hitting your skin. God, you look so gorgeous" Pitch confesses, fiddling idly with the sleeves of his robe.
Jack blushes slightly, drawing one knee up so that his foot is resting on the bed. Pitch's black satin sheets pool in his lap, a perfect and alluring contrast to his pale, creamy skin.
"You were watching me sleep?" Jack asked, his voice coming out breathy and full of wonder.
Pitch nods. "You're beautiful. Any moment I wasn't watching you seemed like a wasted opportunity."
"God, that's cheesy" Jack laughs softly, but deep down he's extremely touched. For three-hundred years he had been desperate for someone to see him. To be told that he was actually something worth seeing, well, that was more than he had ever dared dream of.
"Move your arm slightly. I want to capture your beautiful eyes."
Jack rolls said beautiful eyes before shifting his arm so that instead of resting across his eyes it is now flopped over his forehead.
Pitch clicks away eagerly. He has an elegant, old-fashioned camera, the kind that professional photographers use and Jack suddenly feels self-conscious.
As if Pitch can tell he murmurs, "you look so perfect, Jack. So pretty."
He runs his free hand down Jack's side, gently digging his fingers into Jack's smooth skin, gripping at him, marvelling in the fact that this beautiful young man is his and that they can do this every day for the rest of their lives. Jack shifts gently under Pitch's touch, curling his toes into the bed as the Boogeyman skims his nose up his pale torso, inhaling deeply. Jack's scent reminds him of a rose garden after it's been raining and his skin is pleasantly cool to touch, soothing even.
He finds himself fascinated with the two dimples just above the swell of Jack's ass and quickly snaps some pictures as he circles them with his fingers. Jack gazes at him with half-lidded eyes.
"Didn't take you for the scrapbooking type."
"What can I say? Everyone needs a hobby and you make a very beautiful and inspiring muse."
Jack flutters his eyelashes, a half-mocking, half-serious coy look on his face. "I'm flattered."
Pitch smiles, gliding back up Jack's body to press their lips together. Jack moans into the kiss, wrapping his legs around Pitch's waist. Pitch kisses harder, hotter as he feels the strong muscles of Jack's thighs squeeze and shift around him.
"Pitch?"
"Mmm" the Boogeyman moans, sliding his hands along Jack's arms, down to his wrists which he holds firmly, pinning the younger boy to the bed.
"If you keep taking pictures they will no longer be considered art" Jack purrs. "They'll be porn."