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Title:Photogenic
Pairing: Shussell
Rating: Mature?
Author: Cue
Shylock normally didn't walk in on Russell when he was working, Russell was of those people who would entirely envelope themselves in their art and would scream at any minor distraction. But it wasn't like he was doing anything too big. He was just photographing Octavia; his best friend. It was a just a casual shoot. And he needed to talk to Russell; only for a moment.
So he quietly opened the door to Russell's studio, a large room towards the back of their house, with a tall ceiling, extremely white walls, and big windows facing the forest behind their house. He could hear the familiar click of Russell's beloved, expensive camera, bright flashes filled the room at slow intervals.
He figured he would find Russell standing, pacing back and forth intently, snapping photos of Octavia, who would probably be posing perfectly like usual; Russell used her as a model a lot because he could yell at her and she wouldn't run away. What Shylock didn't expect, however, was that Octavia would be completely nude, standing unashamed in front of Russell, making pose after pose as he snapped photos, with an intense, studious look on his face.
Shylock instantly dropped his stare to the ground, his cheeks burning, "Oh, I uh," he could feel their eyes boring into him.
"Hey baby," Russell said, letting his camera fall against his chest.
"I, uh, sorry, should I come ba-" He paused awkwardly, peering at Russell, trying to avoid Octavia entirely. Russell watched him with amusement in his eyes. At least he wasn't annoyed, Shylock thought.
"Hey, Shylock!" Octavia yelled in her boisterous voice, grabbing Shylock's attention.
"Oh, uh, hi." Shylock nodded at her, keeping eye contact before looking back to Russell. He wondered how Russell could work like this, completely comfortable with a naked body in front of him. It annoyed him slightly to know that Russell was photographing a naked women, but Octavia didn't really count.
Octavia giggled, obviously at Shylock's uneasiness. "Come, give me a hug!" She held her arms out.
Shylock looked at Russell, but Russell didn't offer any help, he simply smirked mischievously and shrugged.
Shylock sighed and wrapped his arms around Octavia's small frame, he tried to pull away immediately but she pulled him closer tightly before releasing him. Shylock quickly stepped away, returning his attention to Russell.
"What are you doing?" he asked seriously. Russell and Octavia both peered at each other, mischief clear in both of their eyes. They had a way of looking at each other like they were always plotting some sort of shenanigans or, planning to destroy the world. They both shrugged at each other nonchalantly before Russell smiled at Shylock innocently.
"Just shooting." He said. "Did you need something?"
Shylock shook his head, earnestly trying to recall what he had wanted to talk to Russell about but he couldn't. "Uh, nothing, never mind." He turned to walk away but Russell followed him out into the hallway. He grabbed Shylock by the sleeve.
"Hey, are you mad?" He asked.
Shylock shrugged. "Not mad, really, just, next time you want to take pictures of a naked person, ask me first." He normally didn't tell Russell what to do but this was one thing he was steadfast on.
"You see naked people at your work all the time." Russell said casually, not wanting to start an argument.
"That's different." Shylock said simply.
"My point is, why are you so uncomfortable to see a naked body here and not there?" Russell smirked, rubbing Shylock's arm above his elbow.
"It's different." Shylock said simply, shrugging.
"Okay, I'll ask next time." Russell planted a kiss on Shylock's cheek, turning to walk back into the studio.
Shylock blinked, "Wait!" He called. "What do you want for dinner?!"
2 Weeks Later
Shylock sat at the bar in the kitchen, drinking coffee, reading a book Alina had recommended to him. Russell sat across from him, he was peering at his laptop intensely, his hair stuck up in certain places and he was wearing one of Shylock's old hoodies.
"Why are you so interested in your laptop?" Shylock asked, not very curious.
"Why are you so interested in your book?" Russell countered.
Shylock sighed. "What are you doing?" He asked instead.
"Come see." Russell didn't look away from the screen. Shylock stood and walked around to the other side and stood behind Russell. He peered at the screen which was filled with photos of various nude people, not in a sexual way, but in an artistic way. The body's didn't look like anything but bodies, in a simple, quiet way. All of the pictures were Russell's.
"Oh." Shylock said. Russell nodded.
"I thought it didn't bother you." Russell said.
Shylock shrugged. "It doesn't. It's just, I don't understand it. How you can be so casual about it."
Honestly, it somewhat bothered Shylock for a few reasons but it wasn't a big deal.
Russell shrugged. "They're just bodies to me." He honestly looked at the pictures as an artist would his canvas paintings.
"And you can photograph them without, ya know. . ." Shylock sat next to Russell.
Russell chuckled, turning off his laptop and closing it. "What, being aroused?" Shylock blushed and nodded. "Yes, I can, like I said, they're just bodies and this is just art. it doesn't make me nervous it doesn't seem sexual to me, it's just," He trailed of, brushing a strand of hair behind Shylock's ear, he bit his lip.
"But why them?" Shylock snapped, he didn't realize that his annoyance was going to bubble up and become evident in his voice.
ussell drew his hand back, eyebrows connecting in a confused line. "What do you mean?" He asked, arching his brow Shylock shook his head, turning away, he moved to stand up, "Nothing."
"No, wait." Russell grabbed Shylock's wrist and pulled him back. "Shy," He murmured, a sweet smile on his face. He stood up. "Are you jealous that I took photos of them and I didn't ask to take pictures of you?" He questioned, pressing his chest against Shylock's.
Shylock blushed deeper and shook his head. "No." he lied. Shylock had modeled for Russell before, not that he had ever wanted to, he hated having his picture taking, but Russell had begged him and he liked seeing the satisfaction Russell got out of it. But he had never modeled nude for anything. And this time, Russell didn't ask him to model. Didn't even hint at it. Of course it made him upset and self conscious. Maybe Russell didn't think he was attractive enough to model nude. He would understand that even though it would hurt.
"Awh, baby," Russell placed a hand on Shylock's jaw, tilted his face to look at Russell. Russell smiled sweetly. "Do you know why I didn't ask you to model?"
Shylock shrugged, avoiding Russell's eyes. "Because I'm not attractive enough, like the others." he mumbled.
Russell dropped his hand and pulled back slightly. Shylock looked up, Russell was staring at him with a confused countenance. She shook his head. "That's just absurd," He said
Shylock blinked at him.
"No, no," Russell shook his head. "No, you're gorgeous. I didn't ask you because you are very private and I know you don't like modeling, but also, I mainly didn't ask you because these pictures are going to be seen by others, and you are my," Russell placed emphasis on the word 'my' to make Shylock look at him. "husband and I don't want anybody to see your body. Because I'm selfish like that. You're mine and I want to be the only one who knows every square inch of you." He placed a kiss on Shylock's lips sweetly.
Shylock smiled, wrapping his arms around Russell's waist.
"But," Russell shrugged, excitement in his eyes. "If you want me to shoot you," He kissed Shylock again. "Can I please do it? Please, baby. No one will see them. Please?"
Shylock was instantly regretting ever being jealous. "Uh, you know, its okay now. ." he blushed.
"You don't want me to?" Russell smiled, he knew Shylock all too well.
Shylock cursed under his breath. On the surface he didn't want this to happen. He didn't want to stand and pose nude as someone snapped photos of him. But deeper inside him something was tugging at him. He really wanted Russell to do this. He didn't know why. It just seemed intimate and the photographer was his husband, Russell. And he knew how serious Russell was about his work, how he worked with intense eyes, scrutinizing every little detail, not missing anything, completely delving into what he was doing. He wanted to be the focus of all of that, the intense eyes, Russell commanding him on how to stand, where to look, making art out of him. "Yes, I do." he said quietly.
Russell beamed, "C'mon!" he yelled, grabbing Shylock's hand and pulling him upstairs to the studio.
Shylock groaned.
"Wait right there!" Russell said, he left the room and returned a minute later, carrying a big bundle of blankets in his arms, covering his face, he dropped them in the middle of the hardwood floor and arranged them to his liking. His camera was hanging around his neck now. He gently pushed Shylock back towards the window. It was almost evening but there was still sun shining through it. He tousled Shylock's dark golden hair between his fingers and pinched his cheeks.
"Ow." Shylock said quietly, smiling timidly.
Russell winked and placed a kiss on Shylock's now-red cheek. "Thank-you" he said. Shylock just smiled back.
Russell lit a small lamp in the opposite corner of the room and it cast off a warm glow. Russell pulled down the large white backdrop that was hung up against the wall to the left of the windows.
"This is different then the others. . ." Shylock said, watching Russell.
"I told you, I'm not letting anyone see these. Yes, these are different."
The room seemed a lot more intimate and warm then it did when he had photographed the others. And Russell's cheeks had grown pink as he worked around the room quickly. He seemed, excited. Whereas with the others, he had always seemed very studious and nonchalant about the person he was shooting.
"Okay, he stood towards the door, across the room from Shylock. "I'm just going to take some normal ones first." He lifted his camera and snapped a photo of Shylock quickly, unexpectedly.
Shylock blinked, he hadn't been ready, he hadn't even posed. "Uh, okay" he murmured, standing there awkwardly. He turned to the side a little, letting Russell snap another photo, and then another.
"Now," Russell looked up at Shylock, looked him up and down, "Kind of," he spoke slowly as if he was thinking as he was talking. He tugged at the hem of his own shirt. "Lift your shirt up kind of like this," He showed Shylock how he wanted it.
Shylock began lifting the edge of his shirt.
"Slowly!" Russell said, continuing snapping photos.
Shylock smiled, slowing his hand. He lifted just the left side of his shirt to his midriff, his hipbone expose over his jeans and the edge of his fit stomach showing.
Russell seemed pleased with that. "Now, take your shirt off, slowly." he ordered.
Shylock did as he was told and slowly lifted his shirt off his body, Russell taking photos of him the entire time.
He took pictures of Shylock shirtless for a few minutes, in various poses, and facing different ways.
"Now, your pants."
"Uh," Shylock looked down at his jeans, "Oh, okay. . ." He murmured, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down his legs, then his tossed them aside. He was clad only in his boxers now.
"Face the window." Russell stepped closer, taking photos. Shylock turned towards the window, peering out of it. He could feel Russell working behind him. "Okay, face me again." He ordered.
Shylock turned.
"Boxers." Russell said.
Shylock didn't move.
Russell released his camera, smiling at Shylock. He stepped towards his husband and placed his hand on his hips, placing a kiss on his lips. He pushed Shylock's boxers down to the floor. "There." he said, grabbing Shylock's ass before turning and walking back to stand in front of the door.
Shylock swallowed hard, his cheeks burned. Russell picked his camera back up and began taking photos of Shylock again. Shylock bit his lip and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Perfect." he heard Russell whisper.
Occasionally Russell would tell him to do something specific, or to turn in a certain way, but for the most part, Russell didn't order Shylock much, he just allowed Shylock to do what he wanted.
"Now," Russell released his camera once again and approached Shylock, he pulled him by the wrist to stand on top of the pile of blankets he had made. Russell tousled Shylock's hair once again and then bent to pick up a small blanket and placed in in Shylock's hand. "hold it up kind of like this." He made Shylock hold it up to his chest, "Good,"
Russell stepped back and began snapping photos again. "Perfect," he murmured again, "Perfect, beautiful." he whispered. "William, look at the camera." he cooed.
Shylock looked up and smirked slightly, Russell was using his birth-name and he loved the intimacy of it.
"William, you're blushing." he smiled behind the camera, biting his lip. His cheeks were red, his hair a mess. Shylock loved watching him work. "William, stop covering yourself."
Shylock had moved the blanket in front of himself subconsciously, covering his entire body, everything but his head. "Oh," He moved the blanket down and then dropped it rebelliously, even though Russell had instructed him to hold it.
Russell grinned. "Just act how you would normally."
"Normally, I wouldn't be naked." Shylock could not for the life of him think what he would be doing if Russell wasn't standing in front of him, taking pictures of his nude body. Russell didn't seem to notice or mind as he circled Shylock, taking more and more photos.
"Now, get on your knees."
"What?"
"Not like that!" Russell snapped.
"Oh," Shylock chuckled, getting on his knees amongst the pile of blankets. They were soft and warm beneath his legs. The room was cold without his clothes on. He wanted to curl up underneath the blankets and drag Russell with him. Shylock looked up at Russell, making his best attempt at a sensual look.
Russell quickly snapped the photo. "Oh," he moaned happily.
Shylock began laughing, he wasn't very embarrassed anymore, in fact it was kind of fun. Being exposed in front of someone he trusted. It was scary at first but then, it was just, simply fun.
"What?!" Russell asked, trying not to lose focus.
"Nothing," Shylock shook his head. He grabbed fistfuls of the blankets in his hand and played with them, using them as a prop, brushing them against his cheek, burying his face in them.
Russell continued circling, watching him with intense eyes, allowing him to move freely.
Shylock paused, thought about it, and then laid down on the blankets, looking up at the white ceiling. He could hear Russell exhale audibly through his mouth. Russell stood above him, the camera held up. He worked quietly, his face very serious.
"You should come lay down with me." Shylock mused, patting the blankets.
Russell chuckled, "Maybe later," he said.He paused. "What are you thinking of?" he asked.
"How you can be so calm." Shylock answered quietly, although he had the urge to giggle nervously.
"Maybe I'm not."
Shylock had to give Russell credit, if they had switched roles, he wouldn't be able to do this so seriously. He wouldn't have been able to look at Russell standing there nude and think about how it would look on camera. No, his mind would be elsewhere.
Shylock laid with his knees bent, and his arms splayed out above his head. It was a very casual pose.
"You're beautiful, dear. Simply astounding," Russell spoke quietly, as if he didn't even know he was doing it.
The blush slowly crept back onto Shylock's face. He wasn't used to attention like this. He wasn't even used to compliments like that unless they were coming from Russell.
"You're gorgeous." Russell whispered.
"Do you compliment all your models like this?" Shylock joked.
"No," Russell said simply. "I don't compliment them." he said seriously, as if making the fact that he was saying anything about the way Shylock looked that much more intimate.
Shylock smiled, closing his eyes. Russell continued with the photo taking.
Russell knelt at the bottom of Shylock's feet, he took photos, slowly getting closer to Shylock, resting his hand on Shylock's thigh for a moment, or rearranging Shylock's hands. His breathing grew heavier. He stood again with a sigh and it was it that moment that Shylock realized Russell was aroused, his hardness pressing taut against his jeans. Shylock blushed deeper biting his lip. He was making Russell hard just by laying there. He liked that. And he could feel himself growing hard despite the cold chill in the room.
"I thought you didn't get aroused when you work?" Shylock teased.
Russell blushed. "Shutup," he said, continuing to work away, getting serious again.
Shylock sighed contentedly, returning his gaze to the ceiling.
"I like your ankles."
"My what?" Shylock asked, chuckling under his breath.
"Your ankles, I like them." Russell shrugged.
"You're a weirdy." Shylock grinned, peering down at his ankles.
"You're gorgeous, William."
Shylock smiled, Russell knelt on the floor next to Shylock, his camera completely forgotten around his neck. He placed a warm hand on Shylock's chest, he leaned down and placed a light, lingering kiss on Shylock's lips, making his skin tingle. Shylock moaned quietly against Russell's lips.
"You're not going to take pictures of me like this are you?" Shylock asked.
"No," Russell shook his head, pulling his camera off his shoulders. "This is too intimate to catch on camera." He settled himself between Shylock's legs, placing his hands on either side of Shylock's ribcage. He leaned in for another kiss. Shylock glided his hands up Russell's body, tugging his shirt off and tossing it aside.
"Hold on," Russell pulled away reluctantly. He stood slowly, breaking Shylock's embrace. "I'll be right back, dear." he said before leaving the room.
Shylock pulled the blankets up around him and made himself comfortable. He peered over at Russell's camera and curiosity got the best of him. He gently lifted it up, being careful not to break it. He began looking through the photos Russell had taken of him. They were all very good; Russell was very talented. But the way he had taken them was what really got to Shylock. They all seemed very private and intimate in a quiet, passionate way. As if Russell had actually created art with every click of the camera. Some of the shots were just close-ups of simple things like his hands, his torso, his eyes, his smile. He felt strange seeing his naked form on the camera but he couldn't help but smile because it wasn't raunchy at all, it actually looked and felt like genuine art.
Russell returned with a bottle of clear liquid in his hand. He paused when he saw Shylock with the camera in his hand. "So," he said, "What do you think?" he asked.
"They're really good." Shylock said.
Russell smiled. "I had a good model." He knelt in front of Shylock again.
"No, you're just talented." Shylock laid the camera down again.
Russell smiled but said nothing. He settled in between Shylock's legs and placed little kisses all over Shylock's lips, neck, and collarbone. Shylock ran his fingers through Russell's fine black hair. He pulled Russell's mouth to his and kissed him deeply, his hands trailing down Russell's bare torso to the top of his jeans. He began unbuttoning them and then pushing them off. He only got to the middle of Russell's thighs before they were stuck. Russell chuckled and stood up again, pulling off his jeans and also his briefs. He settled between Shylock's knees again and he began licking and tenderly biting at the soft skin of his collarbones. Shylock moaned, pressing his hips up against Russell's.
"I love you." Russell kissed Shylock, "I love you," He kissed him again.
Shylock smiled. "I love you too."
Russell sat up and uncapped the little bottle, applying a thick amount of the clear liquid to his fingers. He placed a hand on Shylock's thigh, spreading his legs farther apart. His fingers worked against Shylock and Shylock hissed, "Its cold." he murmured.
"Sorry," Russell kissed him and his fingers instantly grew warmer; there were a few perks to being a warlock. He pressed his fingers inside Shylock and Shylock bit his lip, gripping Russell's upper arms. Shylock closed his eyes and whimpered as Russell worked above him. The feeling of Russell's small fingers was nice but not nearly enough. "Russell" he whimpered after a few minutes.
Russell smiled up at him and pulled his hand away, covering his length in the same clear liquid, he propped himself above Shylock and pushed inside slowly. Shylock's back arched off the floor, a quiet moan escaping his throat. Russell took the opportunity to Kiss Shylock's neck, sucking on the cords of muscle there gently, the way Shylock liked it. He didn't like being bitten hard and messy and painfully like Russell did sometimes. He liked his being bitten softly and gently, not even enough pressure to leave marks.
Russell slowly moved inside of him. Shylock drew his finger tips across Russell's back; if he had long fingernails they would have left a mark.
"Russell," He moaned, and Russell kissed him, tongue sliding along his bottom lip, pressing inside his mouth, caressing him. Shylock gripped Russell's hip as they rocked on top of him. Russell reached a hand between them to stroke Shylock, making him tingle. "Russell," he moaned again, louder this time. "I can't last much longer."
Russell kissed him, "I know," He murmured against his husband's lips. He pressed deeper inside of Shylock, making Shylock squirm with pleasure. Russell pushed Shylock's legs back and began thrusting with more vigor. They writhed against each other. Shylock glanced down at their bodies, joined together.Shylock moaned out, his back arching as his body peaked. They climaxed together, Shylock's body went taut as he came, letting Russell do the work. "Russell." He moaned, falling back against the blankets. Russell groaned a final time and fell against Shylock's chest.
Russell reached up and planted a sloppy but loving kiss on Shylock's lips. They snuggled against each other under the blankets and looked through the entirety of the photos Russell had taken.
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