Eridan/Equius sneak attack! Warnings for foot worship, a bit of dubious consent, humiliation, and the first twinges of D/s. Happy reading!


Eridan was setting up his space, a tiny studio he had rented for the afternoon. He adjusted the lighting and checked his equipment, and even though it was still before when his model should arrive, he disliked waiting.

Equius knocked on the door to the studio, he was clad in his usual sunglasses, black fingerless leather gloves, a tight button-down navy shirt, a black tank top, and black dress pants. He had a dufflebag with props he might have needed, including some of Nepeta's make-up ("You want to look perfect, don't you?"). His hair was tied back in a ponytail.

Eridan answered the door, having dressed this day for comfort rather than for fashion for once. A plain loose teeshirt from some suitably obscure band, and tight faded jeans. The studio was his for the rest of the day, and he went barefoot for comfort as well. He grunted a simple, "Hey, wipe your feet" as he showed Equius inside. "Equius, right? Eridan."

"Well met." Equius nodded and knocked his feet against the ground a couple of times before going on, "So I'm told you are quite a good photographer."

"You heard right," he smirked, leading Equius to the room he had set up. It was a bare space, a rug laid out on the ground, a chair available but set to the side, and a few things one could hold or lean against stacked in a corner. "The deal was, some pose pictures for your artsy friend t'use as references for drawin', an' in exchange you help with my portfolio after that, right?"

Equius nodded, pushing his glasses up while clearing his throat, "That's right. Kanaya said you gave her some quite excellent pieces for her use." He cast his eyes over the space; bare white walls, draped sheets, bright lights glaring down on the rug where he felt reasonably sure he would be posing. A professional-looking set-up, though he had little experience to draw from on such matters.

"Kan? Yeah, it was actually kind a fun to work with her and her girls. So what does your li'l artist need? Anythin' particular? Might as well get that out a the way before we get to my shit."

"I was thinking of something majestic and strong, anything that exemplifies my strength and calm power." Equius spoke in sort of a flowery way, twirling his fingers midair as though trying to find just the right way to describe his vision.

"...An' that's how your art-buddy phrased it. Right. That helps a fuckin' lot," he said, rolling his eyes and gesturing towards the well-lit space and the middle of the rug, as he picked up his camera. "Well, show me what you were thinkin' an' we can go from there."

Equius unbuttoned the first couple of buttons of his shirt. He strode before the camera, crouching low to the ground and looking up from behind his sunglasses, his fingertips barely touching the ground. His triceps bulged slightly from the angle and the pressure on his arms.

Eridan regarded the pose. Not bad, he could work with it. Nice musculature, good tone...yeah, he could work with this pretty well. He took a few quick shots, varying the angle slightly, crouching now, standing to the side slightly now, to get a selection of pictures to choose from.

Equius licked his lips and swallowed before speaking, "All right. I'll need the wall now." He walked back toward the wall and leaned against it, unbuttoning his sleeves and rolling them up slightly, enough to actually show his triceps to the photographer. He ran a hand in his hair, loosening some of the strands of hair before looking back into Eridan's eyes, then the camera lens.

Eridan took a few pictures, from different angles again, stepping closer. Nice physique...style wasn't totally mainstream...yeah, he'd definitely need a few shots all around, see if that ass was as hard as those shoulders looked...

"You're actually not too bad, Eq. Hold it like that," he crouched down, only a few feet away, getting an upwards-shot of his face and torso.

Equius nodded, appearing mostly confident, but beginning to sweat just a little bit, not terribly, but a light sheen was visible around his hairline. His fingers tugged at his shirt collar, he leaned his head back, but found Eridan was still taking pictures of it. This made him sweat a little more, "You wish to extort pictures of me when I'm rather undignified?"

The photographer snorted, not stopping, as he stood and took some three-quarters profile shots. "Part a the key to havin' good pictures is t'make sure you take lots a 'em, an' pick out the ones that look best. Not everythin' looks good from a straight-on, my-height point a view, so you gotta take lots a angles."

"I suppose you're right. Extraction is key to perfection." Equius rubbed the back of his neck and looked up in an almost sultry manner before nodding, "All right, I believe anything I need is done. You can tell me what to do now." The way he said that last sentence was almost a little choked, but his expression stayed as stoic as ever.

He quickly snapped another two pictures of that look, grinning. "Okay, first? You look like you know how to do some fightin', so give me your best defensive stance an' look at the camera like it insulted your mam."

Equius relaxed his arms and breathed in, raising his fists and giving the camera a fierce scowl. His teeth were bared just slightly before letting it evolve into an actual snarl. His forehead appeared to glisten a bit more.

A shiver ran up Eridan's spine, and he took several photos. "That's it, get real fuckin' mad, be so fuckin' angry you can't stand it...fantastic...just like that." Click click click, "Okay, for the next one, take your gloves off an' sit on the rug like you're meditatin' or some kinda zen shit like that. Give me serene an' tranquil."

Equius couldn't stand it anymore, the way he was getting commanded was getting to be too much for him. Thankfully he was told to calm down, that should cool him off a bit..."Give me just a moment, I need a towel." He crouched once again and unclasped his gloves and left them in his bag. He took out a towel and dabbed his forehead and the back of his neck before sitting on the floor.

Eridan took a photo or two, then scowled, "No, you're lookin' tense, Eq. Tranquil, like some kind a monk or saint or somethin'. Ugh, can't you manage that?"

Equius took a breath, then another, taking his hair down from its ponytail and letting it fall around his face and the bottom of his neck. He took off his sunglasses, eyes still closed, and allowed his face to relax.

"Hmph. That's better, I guess..." he took a few more shots, not quite sure on the angle, coming close and towering over Equius and photographing from above, then getting a couple of close-ups of his face.

Equius tried to think of Aradia, her smile, her laugh, the sheer sweetness of her form. He grinned for a fleeting second before sensing Eridan's presence above him. He opened his eyes and looked up, beginning to glisten once again.

"Good. Next shot, button your shirt back up. You got a tie or anythin'? I'm gonna need you dignified as fuck for this." He turned his back and walked to a desk, getting another memory disc for the camera.

Equius slid his sunglasses back on and went to his dufflebag. He had a dark gray tie, which he tied around his neck quite easily. By the time he was done, Eridan had been staring at him.

"Okay, yeah. We'll start with the glasses on, then move to glasses off. Leave your hair down, though, but sweep it back behind your shoulders. Now, look dignified, look aristo, look like you're some fuckin' nobleman." He raised his camera once more.

Equius was able to do that quite easily; it was his default expression after all. He became stoic, dark, his expression quite snobbish.

A few shutter-clicks, and Eridan reached over and took his sunglasses. "Okay, same but without the shades this time."

A rush of blood went through Equius' face as those shades were taken. He looked quite startled, feeling vulnerable and quite out of character. He tried to calm down, but found himself quite flustered at the helplessness.

Eridan smirked from behind his camera. Ha, so this was how to throw the big lunk off his game. Click click, a few vulnerable shots for personal consideration.

Equius tried to pose calmly in the same manner for those pictures, but didn't pull it off quite as well as the first time. His eyes ended up darting around a bit, as he was self-conscious about his jaundiced eyes and the dark circles beneath them.

"Okay, shirt comes off now. Tie, too. Hurry it up, will you?" Eridan barked, seeing if he could get a rise out of him. This could be fun, this could be fun indeed.

"What? Is-is this for your portfolio?" Equius' chest rose and fell quickly and that fitted shirt was leaving little to the imagination.

It was, in fact, but Eridan was having too much fun toying with Equius, "It doesn't matter, you're here to do what I say now, ain't you?" He tossed Equius a thick silver-tone necklace, "An' wear that."

Equius gasped and began unbuttoning his shirt without thinking, he was definitely being commanded now, oh god this was so degrading. So LEWD. He jerked the tie off from around his neck.

Eridan watched, his eyes drinking in every motion. Equius was clearly enjoying this, he had been able to detect that much, but he wanted to play with him a little more before going in for it. "This time, you're gonna kneel, arms outstretched to your sides, like you're prayin' or some shit. Move all your hair to one side, I wanna get some shots a your back, too."

Equius did as he was told, gingerly sliding his hair to the side of his shoulder, his tank top exposing most of his bare shoulders, but still covering his back. He dropped to his knees, breathing heavily as he closed his eyes.

"Hm, better take off the tank, too. I need pics of a strong back an' chest, an' it's gettin' in the way."

Equius pulled the shirt off without hesitation, feeling something stir between his legs. He had been called strong by another. Another man of all people. He dabbed at his forehead with the back of his hand before clasping on the necklace.

Eridan raised his camera, circling Equius like a vulture, taking photos, "Fuck, perfect. That's right, just like that. Look at that back, fuck..." Click click click. Some of these were definitely going into his personal file. He circled around to stand in front of Equius. "Okay, stay down, but get prostrate. Bow like I'm your fuckin' god."

"A-All right..." Equius couldn't stop panting at this point; the way the photographer was treating him was unfortunately making him hotter than he'd been in a long time. He never imagined he could be ordered in such a manner by someone so close to his own age. He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, his cock was growing so hard.

One, two, three photos for the portfolio, and about eight more for personal use, of his back, his the arch of his body in profile, and his ass up in the air. "You fuckin' love this, don't you. This is a dream come true, isn't it? You ain't foolin' me, I see how hard you're sweatin'...you're enjoyin' the shit outta this, ain't you? An' don't you lie to me."

Equius' pale face had flushed pink, his ears burning red. He hissed through his teeth, tucking his thighs together, unable to look up at Eridan as he murmured, "So degrading..."

"That ain't an answer!" he growled, low, standing above Equius, a smirk on his face. He grabbed Equius's hair by the root and yanked up, forcing Equius to look up at him. A gamble? Maybe, and the larger man could probably snap him in twain, but Eridan had a feeling this would pay off. "Answer me when I'm talkin' to you."

Equius actually whimpered at the tug, inhaling through his teeth again as he gasped, "Oh damn it all yes! Ohhh..." His eyes hadn't opened yet, but his tone and purely submissive attitude spoke volumes.

A shiver shot though him, and he gently cupped his chin, squatting down to his level, though not bowing, never bowing. "Then we're gonna keep goin', 'cause I'm enjoyin' this too. Kiss my feet."

He released Equius's chin, pulled a chair over, and sat down, offering a foot and wiggling his toes.

Equius' breath had caught in his throat at Eridan's touch, but completely stopped at the command. He stared at the foot before him and with little hesitation, leaned down and pressed his lips to the back of it, the smoothness rubbing against his mouth. He didn't stop at a single kiss, he covered the top portion of his foot with light pecks from his lips.

Eridan smiled, aroused and victorious, but be damned if he'd let his new toy know about it just yet. "Now lick my toes. Slowly."

Equius' hot breath puffed out against his foot. He thought briefly of how Eridan had been barefoot, his unwashed feet and the dirt and dust of walking around unprotected, but quickly perished the thought as his tongue peeked out. He slid his tongue up the biggest toe, trying to not think of the taste, but the subjugation, he was being made to do it. He obeyed, licking and swirling his tongue around the second toe as well. Quite dexterous his tongue was.

Click. That lovely little photo was going into the personal file. Eridan grinned down wickedly, "Nice. Now, kiss my hand..." He held out his hand, the one not holding the camera.

Equius pulled himself from Eridan's foot, grasping the more slender hand in his own and pressing his lips to the back of it, his expression gentlemanly despite his perspiration. The flesh was just as smooth as the top of his foot.

"Good..." quickly, Eridan thrust two fingers into Equius's mouth, pressing down on his tongue. "Now suck."

Equius' expression grew shocked as those fingers were forced into his mouth. He quickly adapted, sucking quickly and efficiently, neither drooling nor allowing anything of the sort of happen. He moaned softly around the digits, but also allowed his tongue to twine and slither around them, tilting his head just so for the right angle. He felt so filthy, it was amazing.

It is hard-not impossible, but hard-to take good photographs one-handed, but Eridan managed. He took several, from the initial shock, to that oh-so-hot, wanton expression.

He thrust his fingers back and forth, once or twice, "Yeah, just like that. You dirty li'l bastard, you like that. Fuck, you want more? You want more to suck on, you filthy li'l whoreson?"

Equius ran his tongue along those fingers before relaxing, allowing them to penetrate his mouth again and again, his eyes rolling in the back of his head just slightly. Eridan could feel Equius moan against his fingers, on his tongue. Equius' cock hardened further along with his nipples, a rush of pleasure across his skin causing goosebumps, as his eyes were exposed to Eridan, humiliating him all the more.

Fuck if this wasn't getting Eridan plenty fired up. He pressed down on Equius's tongue with his fingers, gripping his chin with his thumb, and pulling his head up to look him in the eye. "You did real good with my fingers. Real good. Good enough you can suck my cock next. You're goin' to treat it real good too, ain't you?"

He set down his camera and used his free hand to unzip his pants and free his erection, standing proudly before Equius. "Pretty sure you can handle that. Go on, make friends." He slowly withdrew his fingers, and leaned back, camera back at the ready.

Equius barely even nodded before that cock was before him, erect and flushed. He breathed out hotly through his mouth before leaning in, his tongue sliding up from the base to the tip. He repeated the act several times, his eyes drifting shut before he let his tongue curve and slide around the stiff cock.

"Fuck, you're a natural at this...keep goin', let me see what you can do," he said, firing off several more photos, and glad for having so much digital storage space still free. One hand worked through Equius's hair, encouraging him.

Equius groaned around the organ before getting up further on his knees and beginning to suck the tip hard, he dipped his head down and then back up, beginning to bob his head, his teeth scratching up against the shaft for a second before continuing.

Eridan arched his back, pleased, groaning a little, "That's it, li'l slut. Keep goin'."

Equius was drooling at this point, his eyes screwed shut as he pressed his own cock against Eridan's leg. He grunted in his throat before lapping his tongue against the head again, pretenses of dignity left behind, his expression softer and more wanting than he could have expected.

Eridan gripped Equius's hair, his knuckles tight against his scalp. "No, you get me off, then you can get off, but I fuckin' come first. You got that? You fuckin' get me off the best way you know how."

Equius' lips molded around the head for a moment before moaning, "Mmmmm so degenerate I'm... mmmmm..." He kept licking and drooling around the beautiful cock in front of him, tongue eager to taste and pleasure him.

Eridan took another photo, before just giving up on the camera for a while, enjoying the feeling. "Yes, you are. You're a filthy degenerate, an' you're doin' great, you fuckin' fantastic bastard. You're goin' to fuckin' swallow my cock, you hear me? An' when I come, you're goin' to swallow every drop a that, too."

Equius nodded with a thrust of his hips against Eridan's leg, immediately shoving his mouth down as far as he could onto Eridan's cock. He choked a bit, his eyebrows furrowing, but he lifted his head and forced himself down again, determined to swallow him as much as he was able.

Eridan was loving this entirely too much, and he could feel himself getting close, but wanted to delay for a little longer. He distracted himself by taking one more photograph, one centered on the shape Equius's lips took, wrapped around his member, and he tried not to squirm too much. "Take that in, whoreson. Eat my cock like it's all you know how t'do, you fantastic sweaty douche..."

Equius groaned long and sweet around his cock, shuddering as he sucked harder, bobbing his head like he was told to. He sucked eagerly, his tongue writhing and squirming all across the underside, flattening his tongue to grow thick and soft, thickly striping the underside.

"Fuck..." he hissed, under his breath. "You're goin' to get somethin' to snack on soon, I'm gettin' close. Keep it up, fuck..." The hand in his hair gripped him again, tugging lightly, encouraging him.

Equius whimpered again, completely concentrated on the commands given to him. He got up further on his knees, sucking and sliding lower, flicking his tongue, trying to do just as Eridan wanted him to, needing to taste that come in his mouth, needing to be a degenerate, filthy slut.

Eridan watched him, just watched him completely worship his cock, as he began to peak. He let his head roll back, spilling his seed into Equius's willing throat, a single, strangled blasphemy escaping him as he did.

Equius drank in the sound of Eridan's moan as he eagerly swallowed, sucking and sucking the head as he held himself over that cock. He let the pulses ride out in his mouth, against his tongue.

Eridan relaxed, lifting his head to watch Equius swallow the last of his come, sneering, "You liked that, huh? That probably got you fuckin' hard as shit, right?"

Equius' lips, swollen and fat from their labor, popped off the top of Eridan's cock. He nodded, his thighs and hard cock pressed against Eridan's shin.

Eridan checked his camera. Still plenty of photos left. Good. He made no move to tuck himself back in his pants, but leaned forward, grinning wickedly. "Good boy, Eq. I think I'll let you get off now. Go ahead an' jack off, an' I'll just watch."

Equius rubbed himself through his dress pants, causing himself to buck into the touch. He groaned and leaned his head forward, feeling those eyes on him, on his bulge, his hard cock. That thought made Equius shudder and spread his legs further.

Eridan adjusted his lens and took a choice picture, capturing his pose and his expression beautifully, with no room for doubt of what Equius was doing to himself. "Get that cock a yours into the air where I can see it, then frig yourself fuckin' insane. That's a fuckin' order, Eq."

Equius undid his pants and slid his cock out for Eridan's hungry eyes to see. His length was immense, a good deal larger than Eridan's, completely erect and weeping precome. Equius quickly began stroking himself with both hands, one at the base and the other squeezing and teasing his head as he squirmed on the floor. He writhed like an eager whore and let his head fall back.

Another photo, and Eridan let his greedy eyes feast on Equius. God, this man...once a man, reduced now to nothing more than a plaything, a whimpering, needy wreck, a slave to pleasure and to his own dirty desires...Even without the photographs, this sight would be enough for Eridan to stroke himself to for months...and so, he watched.

Without even thinking, Equius spit into his palms and kept rubbing himself, stroking and stroking as he panted. He let his knees fall further apart and thrust mindlessly, his voice even growing higher as his hips twitched and twisted. "Oh god..."

Eridan leaned forward, watching intently, drinking in the sight of him, the pathetic little sounds he made, and even the smell of his sweat. "Keep goin', Eq. I command it. You fuckin' come or else."

That command forced Equius over the edge after a few more swift pants and tugs at himself. He growled and let out a long sigh of pleasure, spilling his seed all over his hands, some of it even getting rubbed into his cock. He jerked and shuddered pathetically as his breaths dwindled.

Three more photographs, expertly timed, a little come in the air in two of them, and he smirked, camera at the ready for one last shot. "One more thing, Eq. Lick your fingers."

Equius came down from his euphoric high, sucking and licking his fingers just as Eridan had requested. His taste didn't seem to bother him, at that point he had the taste of both of their seed in his mouth as Eridan's camera clicked. Equius then stared at him in a plaintive sort of manner, unsure of what to do with himself.

Eridan settled his cock back in his pants, stood, and fetched the used towel from the floor. He threw it at Equius, "Good job. get yourself cleaned up. If you wanna do this again, be here, same time on Saturday. You understand me?"

Equius nodded absently, rubbing himself clean before throwing the towel in his bag once again. He also put his cock back in his pants, swallowing the bitter taste, "You are quite excellent at being commanding."

"You were a pretty good model," he chuckled, "An' if you come back on Saturday, I'll have your pictures ready. Consider that incentive."