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Makoto reminded himself to breathe. In. Out. In. Out. He was the photographer damn it! Just do what you always do, he reminded himself. Pretend it's landscape.

Manscape!

He heard Nagisa's voice chirp at the back of his mind. He resisted shaking his head. Landscape. Nanase-san was just part of the set. Part of the set. He repeated that again for good measure. Makoto didn't even trust himself to look up yet, just absently giving his equipment the fifth check.

"I'll take a test shot first." Makoto mumbled at the model, he could still feel the burn of Haruka's gaze lingering on him.

At Makoto's words, Haruka shifted his precarious position slightly, he knew his angles, and he moved till he felt the light casting a harsh shadow over a side of his face, he moved one leg down from where it was propped, leaving it almost dangling off the edge of the seat. Leaning forward, he casually rested an arm on the knee of his other leg. Haruka's lips twisted slightly in a smirk, his eyes met the camera lens straight on in a dead stare, as if trying to pierce through the device and into the man behind it.

Makoto watched discreetly as Haruka moved fluidly into a pose, secretly savouring every movement. Could a man get any more seductive than this? His finger hovered over the trigger button, and Makoto had no idea if a photo could do justice to this man.

Haruka broke his pose when Makoto just stared quite blatantly now, he tilted his head sideways and asked quietly, "Are you not pleased with the position?"

Makoto blinked rapidly, and took in the silent inquisitive look on Haruka's face, just the slight change in angle turned the once sexy pose to something else that bordered on playfulness.

Makoto ducked his head down in embarrassment, choosing not to say anything, but hastily clicking the trigger button in answer, capturing the moment. Makoto tried not to linger on the picture, when he reviewed it to check the lighting, but he felt a blush creep up his face as he unconsciously scrutinised certain areas like the model's taut abs and half hidden crotch. Not pleased? How could he be not pleased? Haruka was seduction, pure seduction, and he couldn't help but zoom in to his face for a better look, the ocean blue stare and the small smirk that spoke the promise of darker pleasures. Somewhere in the back of Makoto's mind, he acknowledged that the lighting and aperture settings were satisfactory.

In effort to draw attention away from himself, Makoto hastily said, "Please continue Nanase-san." Only, Makoto hadn't specified Haruka to continue with what, since he himself didn't know what was expected.

"Do you not want to direct this shoot, Tachibana-san," Haruka replied in a low voice, finally slipping down into the plush seat of the chair, leaning an arm on the arm rest and resting his cheek on the back of his hand, Haruka was baiting the green eyed man.

Makoto reminded himself to breathe again, as he drank in the slight of Haruka, feeling increasingly hot under the collar and out of his depth. Even in such a casual pose, Makoto's traitorous mind, saw Haruka as a lazy king, perched on his throne, and he was his subject, enthralled and reduced to taking photos to immortalise each moment.

"You would know what your readers want better than me," Makoto mumbled out, retreating behind his camera.

Haruka shrugged his shoulders once, he didn't really care about the readers of 'Bound', the one that he cared about now was Makoto. This photographer pulled and intrigued him in all the right ways, and then some. Tachibana Makoto. He found it incredulous that the man was so gorgeous and yet didn't even know it. The blushing was something he wanted to tease out of the man some more, it reminded him somewhat of his lost innocence. Haruka moved on from those thoughts before he could dwell on it further. He just wished the photographer would stop hiding behind his lens, maybe a challenge would draw the enigma out of his shell?

"You wouldn't be able to handle what our readers want…" Haruka said smoothly, kneeling up on the seat of the chair, his back facing the camera, he turned his gaze over his shoulder, his thumbs dipping down into the waist band of his chaps, directing anyone's gaze toward his bare ass.

Makoto was trying not to drop his jaw there and then, with Haruka giving him a perfect view of his toned ass, it was hard to concentrate. He expected this job to be professional and perfunctory, not with his… the model trying to seduce him in every shot not to mention gloat at him at the same time. Makoto's eyes narrowed, he was a nice person but if the model wanted to test him, then he had enough pride in his job to meet the challenge head on.

Makoto clicked the camera trigger, and looked up, green eyes meeting blue, "Show me then Nanase-san." Oh god, Makoto shut his mouth just as the words slipped out, panicking a little, it was not like him to say that to someone he'd just met… maybe the lack of blood to his brain was causing him to go crazy.

Haruka bit back a gasp, getting a grip over his usual stoic mask, as he got a taste of his own medicine, there was a spark in those green eyes, and where there was uncertainty before, it was replaced with a desire to prove, charged with an undercurrent of a dare. Haruka almost wanted the shy Makoto back, but when he realised that he had asked for this, he turned his thoughts to how he could melt Makoto's brains and…better the content of this shoot of course.

"May I?" Haruka gazed trailed from between Makoto's legs to the wall of toys.

Makoto's mouth dried, as he was reminded of the existence of the wall of kink, and he nodded stiffly, after all what could he say now that the lot had been cast with his recklessness.

Haruka put a sway in his step, making quick work of the walk to the wall at the far end. He didn't even need to look to know that Makoto's eyes were on him. And he liked it that the other man couldn't look away, it sent a heat of lust through his own body, and he palmed his half hard member purposefully.

Makoto eyed the model walking past the fancier toys, the ones he couldn't make head or tail of, all the way till the section of crops and floggers at which Haruka stopped. And when Haruka picked the flogger that had caught his eye from the start, Makoto knew he was in for the most tortuous shoot of his life. His already half hard member, gaining interest and starting to press against the zipper of his jeans. With the kind of lewd thoughts running around in his head, the word embarrassment didn't even cover half of what he was feeling.

Haruka wore the look of amusement walking back to the centre of the set, as he ran his fingers through the tails of the heavy flogger, twirling it with his wrists, he fell into a familiar pattern, and rolled his shoulders out a little.

Sexy was an understatement. Makoto thoughts stuttered and then died, and the man hadn't even touched him. Haruka merely leaned back in that stupid high back chair, and rested the handle of the flogger on his lap, letting the tassels of the flogger drape artfully over his abdomen, a teasing finger playing with the ends of the tassels. He wondered if Haruka had ever flogged someone...Makoto's eyes dialated, fascinated yet horrified, he'd never been one for kink... He fumbled ungracefully with the camera, composing himself just enough to take a few shots. His fingers unknowingly trembled, he felt control slipping from him.

Haruka watched Makoto flail about for a while, the more he watched the more he wanted to know the man, he wanted to know how he could bring out the spark he saw earlier again. Both the shy endearing side and the challenging daring side of Makoto… He just wanted to know more. Landscape photographer, who knew such a person could be so interesting. Maybe he was just drawn to his innocence. His fascination caught him off guard, but it felt right... Haruka was so wrapped up in his own thoughts, that when the green eyed man suddenly bolted from the studio room, all he could do was sit there in mild shock.

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Thank you for reading~ I do hope you enjoyed it~ And thank you for all the reviews so far :D They make any writer happy haha!

I can safely say that this is the third re-write for this chapter, I couldn't decide which way I wanted this to happen, and I couldn't be re-writing chapters forever so I just settled on one and stuck with it, and I wanted to at least update it before the year starts getting crazy busy. I will try have monthly updates if possible, but understand that rl gets in the way all the time. T T

That being said, despite what you may think, and how much I personally like to read and perhaps write bdsm. This isn't intended to be a full on bdsm fic…haha^^" Nothing heavy and too intense sorry. It may have references to bdsm elements, but ultimately I still intend for it to be a romance fic (some mild angst maybe). Oh and Haruka is slightly OOC here, but I can't think how else to write him as of now, I'll think about it as I go along, he fits how I want him to fit in the story so far though. Writing third person omniscient is also something new for me, so yup, might take a while for me to write at a faster pace.

Thanks for reading this long authors note :D (Tell me if it's too long and I'm ranting T-T ah haha)

Till next time~

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