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Makoto kicked himself internally, it was such a disgrace to be almost dropping equipment and letting his thoughts run all over the place like some hormonal teenager. Sporting a hard on at a professional studio shoot was just embarrassing. Leaning against the door of Studio 1, he squeezed his eyes shut for a while. Why did he have to get so distracted? He knew taking this job was the wrong move… It was better to stick with plants…not people…

"Ohhh? And who might this be…?" A voice echoed down the hallway.

Makoto felt someone invading his personal space and opened his eyes, only stare straight into ruby red ones.

"AH! Back off!"

"Heh…" a grin broke on the red-haired man's face as he backed off, "…newbie?" he questioned.

Makoto glared and huffed a bit, and straightened out his clothes, what's with everyone in this building treating him like he knew nothing. "I'm the photographer of this studio, Tachibana Makoto."

"Ah…Studio one…So you're the new photographer…heh…has Haru scared you away?" The redhead dropped the question casually.

"Rin… No one was scared… Go back to your own photo shoot…" Haruka's voice came from behind Makoto, saving the photographer from actually having to say anything. Makoto turned to look and noted that Haruka had thrown on a shirt before opening the door.

"Yes, Master…" Rin dropped the honorific sarcastically, before rolling his eyes.

"Does Sousuke need help tying you up…you seem to be getting out too often…" Haruka softly threatened.

"I'm going…" Rin backed away, Haruka's knots were a pleasurable torment to go through, something which he didn't need right now, "good luck, Makoto~" Rin tossed a casual wave before disappearing behind the corner.

Then it was just Haruka and Makoto again. The silence stretched out between the two of them.

"Shall we continue the shoot…" Makoto murmured, his eyes not meeting Haruka's.

"We should talk…" Haruka said back, opening the door wider to show the photographer that the intimidating display of toys was gone, the high back leather chair pushed to the corner and now in the centre of the room sat a low table with two cups of tea and two cushions on the floor.

Makoto took small shuffling steps toward the cushion nearer the door, and sat himself down, Haruka shut the door once more and took a seat on the other side of the table, propping a knee up, he started the conversation, "you have no idea what you got yourself into…"

"I do!" Makoto blurted, not thinking at all. His brain was choosing the worst possible moments to short circuit and die on him.

"Have you read 'Bound'? Haruka asked.

"No…" Makoto sheepishly admitted, "…I didn't want previous editions to influence my work…" he added on, explaining himself.

"While that's admirable, I think it's better for you to see what you're getting into before we go any further…" Haruka proceeded to pull out a copy of the previous edition of 'Bound' from the drawer of the table.

"Do you think I'm incapable for the job?" Makoto asked, as politely as he could, given the fact that he felt somewhat slighted at the comment that he couldn't handle his work. He's been in this profession since he was 18, he had an impressive portfolio, he didn't need this job, he didn't need to embarrass himself in front of this model. Stupid Nagisa getting him his job, stupid him for accepting it. He felt his anger rise a little.

Haruka laughed a little, saying, "I do not doubt your photography skills…our editor would have never brought you in had he thought you incapable…but to be my photographer…you have to be utterly and completely comfortable with what we do here…the magazine, holds the fantasies and ideals of our readers, if it doesn't even turn you on, then I'm doing something wrong…"

Makoto's face flared scarlet again at Haruka's words, unable to hold Haru's gaze, Makoto turned his attention to the previous issue of 'Bound'. It was printed with a non-descript black cover, with the title of the magazine printed in white on the top right corner.

Makoto's hand hovered above the magazine for a while, curiosity as to what was inside those covers warred with his ego, the weight of the stare from blue-eyes causing him to give in and open the black covers.

A strong bare muscled back of a man kneeling greeted him on the first page, a single line of red rope snaked down the model's back, binding the man's hands together, before it disappeared into the shadows, a gauzy black blindfold was tied around the model's eyes more for effects than to hinder vision. The model's head was in mid turn, giving the shot movement and motion to what should have been static.

Haruka's eyes followed Makoto's movements closely. Soaking in the reactions of the other man, watching as the breaths of the other man quickened slightly. Makoto flipped another page. Haruka stared, as a look of slow realisation dawned upon the photographer.

"It's you…" Makoto said, a little breathless, face tinged with red. As he stopped at a page where the model was clearly Haruka, his hands were bound and pulled upward, lips parted in mid-gasp, the rough motion of the tail of a whip just at the edge of the page.

"It's me…" Haruka admitted, "does it turn you on?" Haruka took a sip of his tea, pretending to not be interested.

"But…You're…" Makoto bit his lip mid-question, by any means, he wasn't a prude, but he was pretty sure Haruka was what they'd called a Dom but the picture in the magazine was…not…

"I'm… a Dom." Haruka finished the sentence for him.

Makoto looked even more confused at the statement.

Haru chuckled for a bit at the bewildered look on the photographer's face when he put him out of his misery and said, "This was a shoot I did when I was still…experimenting…"

"Ah…" Makoto commented, an awkward silence falling between them, he watched the blue-eyed model take a sip of tea. Makoto's thoughts were in overdrive, what did he say to that? Was he even supposed to say something? What is he offended this really gorgeous man, and Haruka decided to tie him up and do things to him?

"You haven't answered my question…" Haru broke the silence. Makoto felt the words so close to his ear it was as if the model was standing right behind him leaning into him… and he was. When did Haru even get up from his seat?

Haruka watched the colour rise to Makoto's cheeks. The photographer was so innocent and gorgeous, the poor man didn't even know it, and frankly, it was driving Haru slightly crazy. He wanted to touch the other man, run his hands down his body and make him beg at his feet.

"Yes…" Makoto answered, as if in a bit of a trance.

It was so soft, Haruka almost missed it. But he got his answer, and he was satisfied, the corners of his lips quirking upwards, he straightened up.

"That's good…" Haruka murmured, his fingers were poised above Makoto's shoulder.

Haruka watched for the tell-tale sign that Makoto breathed out a relaxed a little before skirting his fingertips along the shoulder blades of the green-eyed man. Even through the fabric of Makoto's shirt, Haruka could feel the small jolt of surprise.

"What are you do-…" a finger to Makoto's lips stopped his comment midway.

"I simply want you to relax," Haruka replied, trailing his finger down the nape of Makoto's neck.

Relax? Makoto's nerves were shot to hell, and this model wanted him to relax? At every point of contact where they met Makoto felt hyper aware of Haruka, he was hot and bothered and…

"Don't think…just feel…" Haruka whispered again, both hands now kneading his shoulders. There was nothing overtly sexual about the massage and yet, the way Haru's fingers moved held a sensual silent promise. Haruka kept his gaze on Makoto, watching the tension seep from the olive-haired male, gods Makoto was so responsive to his touch, so beautiful.

Makoto's eyes closed as he let out a sigh, it felt good…and it wasn't professional at all… but it felt so…so…good…the way Haru's fingers found every tense muscle was good. Geez, his vocabulary was dead, but his body felt very much alive, and his jeans getting terribly uncomfortable.

Makoto's hard member didn't go unnoticed by Haruka, the model slowing down the massage, he wanted Makoto to be turned on, yes. But not to the point where he couldn't do his job…yet… Mikoshiba would bite him in the ass if he didn't get the photo shoot out by today.

The photographer actually let out an incredibly cute moan of protest when Haruka's hands stopped moving, before getting cut off abruptly when Makoto realised that he was moaning…if could have turned any redder he probably would have.

"You don't have to be embarrassed." Haruka said frankly, "I turn people on for a living."

"I am not turned on!" Makoto was almost indignant about it, until Haru stared pointedly at his tenting jeans.

Running fingers through his hair, Haru sighed, "I did not touch you inappropriately," though trust me I would like to, Haru added silently to himself, "but do you know what it is that is making you hard? It's your imagination of what could have come out of this. Of what can come out of this…and it this fantasy, this sense of imagination, that we are selling…"

The low voice of Haru's that filled the room, surrounded Makoto like a warm blanket. He understood now, of course, it was his own thoughts that got him into trouble. Thoughts of Haruka stroking his body, tying him up, rope chafing at his skin, doing whatever he wanted to him, feeling the lick of the Dom's flogger, and the taste of his cock. Damn.

Makoto's lips parted slightly, his breaths deepening, Haruka could see the gears in Makoto's head turning. Then something clicked in Makoto's head, and the pensive look was gone. Haruka carefully hid his disappointment at losing the sight of Makoto's turned on state.

"I understand now, Nanase-san…" Makoto said.

"Hmm…" Haruka was curious.

"I think it's time to lose the shirt again…" Makoto smiled innocently, "…and the chaps…" the photographer continued, if Haruka wanted fantasy, Makoto was going to give him fantasy, he just hoped his pounding heart wouldn't give him away…

If Haruka was surprised at the command he didn't show it, but he did wonder where the confidence of the other man had come from and it was sexier than anything he could have ever predicted. Looks his little photographer wanted to play, and luckily… so did he.

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Hi there…Thank you for reading and the reviews I do read em'!

Was dead for a while, I'll admit, but I do go back to write a few lines here and there, and finally, there's enough for a chapter…Admittedly, I realise that these three chapters is one giant foreplay (but I'm enjoying myself on this one) …hopefully I figure out a pacing that works for this story in the coming few months… I won't give up on the story! rl has been terribly busy… don't kill me…ah haha

Well… till next time

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