He was intensely aware of the way Jonathan studied him, his eyes flashing with fire that matched the flames in the grate. The camera lens seemed to be one giant eye that saw everything about Charlie and wanted more.
“Lie back on the bed,” Jonathan instructed him. “I’ll prop you with pillows and position you the way I want.”
Charlie was too transfixed even to nod. He scooted farther onto the bed, deeply aware that his cock was already filling.
Jonathan was clearly aware of it as well. He shifted from the clever, charming man who had rescued him to someone more dangerous, someone who radiated desire. Charlie made himself malleable under his savior’s touch as Jonathan stroked his hands along his arms and legs, maneuvering him into a sinful position, propped against the pillows with his arms over his head and his legs spread, one knee bent.
“Yes, like that,” Jonathan encouraged him, his voice low and husky.
Charlie trembled slightly, like he couldn’t withstand the effort of containing the wickedness inside him under the hands of a man who seemed to understand exactly what that demon was. His balls were already tight with anticipation, and before Jonathan even touched his cock, he was dripping.
“Fuck,” Jonathan whispered as he took a step back to examine his handiwork.
He didn’t say anything else, but Charlie could see so much more in the man’s eyes.
He would have done anything to bathe in that expression and to give Jonathan all the things he needed to feel it even more.
He was flushed and primed by the time Jonathan stepped back to his camera. Jonathan’s trousers were tented obscenely, but he didn’t seem at all abashed by it. He took a plate from the box on the table and fitted it into the camera, then did something else with what looked like a narrow plate on a stick.
“Think of being fucked,” Jonathan said in a rough voice once all seemed ready and the stick was held aloft.
Charlie did just that. He tilted his head back just a bit, allowing his full awareness to exist in his body and how close he was to coming.
A moment later, he nearly jumped out of his skin as the tray Jonathan held exploded in a flash of light.
“Yes, excellent,” Jonathan sighed as if in the throes of pleasure. Smoke curled from the tray, filling the room with an acrid scent, even as he lowered it and turned to place it in some sort of holder. “Beautiful. We’ll get a few more.”
Jonathan worked fast to remove the glass plate from the camera and to gently set it aside. Curiosity about the process got the better of Charlie for a moment and he watched as Jonathan slid another plate into the camera, then primed the flash pan again.
Once that was ready, Jonathan returned to the bed to reposition Charlie, this time maneuvering him so that his arse was on display as well as his cock, which took a bit of twisting.
Charlie was putty in his hands, allowing Jonathan to expose and display more of him with each new photograph he took. The experience was surreal and heady, making Charlie wonder if he really had died on the street and been transported to this depraved heaven.
He was certain he’d died when Jonathan stepped away from his camera, tugging his shirt from his trousers and saying, “I cannot resist for a moment longer.”
Charlie was positioned on his side with one leg hitched up, his arse facing the camera. He watched with bated breath as Jonathan stripped out of his clothes, knowing where the moment was headed.
“Beautiful,” Jonathan breathed once he was naked, moving to retrieve a small jar from the cabinet by the bed. “Irresistible.”
Charlie felt irresistible. He tried to stay still as Jonathan slicked himself, then climbed onto the bed behind him. He was drunk on desire and anticipation, though, and thrust his hips against the bedcovers to feel the friction on his cock.
“How lucky am I to have found you?” Jonathan asked, husky and hot as he slipped his fingers between Charlie’s cheeks to test and prepare him.
Charlie moaned at the invasion of Jonathan’s fingers, dropping his head to rest against his arm. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening. He was not so fortunate or worthy to have a gorgeous, indominable man like Jonathan taking his pleasure from him.
A moment later, the blunt pressure of Jonathan’s cock against his teased hole proved otherwise. Jonathan gripped his hip firmly and pushed in, and Charlie let out a cry of pleasure-laced pain.
He wanted it. He always wanted it. A younger version of himself didn’t think he would ever get it, but there he was now, filled and fulfilled. Jonathan fucked him with abandon, fingertips digging into his thigh, thrusting harder and harder, his face buried in the crook of Charlie’s neck. The sounds he made were wild and free. They were those of a man who knew how to enjoy pleasure and who had no qualms about taking what he wanted.
Charlie shot right up to the edge in no time, then tumbled right over it when Jonathan shifted his angle to pound restlessly into him to the hilt. The orgasm completely stole him,shuddering through his body like lightning and leaving him feeling as though his body had shattered into stardust.
He was only vaguely aware of Jonathan’s impassioned cry as he climaxed, pulling out at just the right moment to leave Charlie’s hole loose and wet and the mounds of his arse splashed with the end of Jonathan’s orgasm.
Jonathan inched away even more, breathless and panting. “Don’t move at all,” he gasped, slipping heavily off the bed. “Stay perfectly still.”
He paused long enough to push Charlie’s thighs farther apart before rushing to the camera.
Charlie trembled, knowing what Jonathan was trying to capture. He must have looked lewd, fucked out and leaking cum. But something about being captured that way sent new waves of desire pulsing through him. He was wretched and debauched, and he adored it.
