Over-Exposure

The Looking Glass

Marc shook his head in disgust at himself. Just how had he gotten into such a ridiculous situation? Everything was going as expected until they had suddenly veered off through the looking glass.

He had gotten the matching tribal tat on the inner curve of his flank a couple of weeks ago. It was a strange mix of discomfort and endorphin rush, laying there holding Colton’s hand as the matching design was inked onto his skin. It was kind of good, kind of bad, but all sweet with Colton by his side.

Then of course all the extra skin care to ensure that it stayed nice and crisp. He hadn’t even been able to wax, so he now sported a close trimmed thatch of hair around his cock. He’d even grown a happy trail. He was positively hairy these days. It was a good thing that he had been able to choose shoots where the tattoo could be kept under wraps while it healed, the only downside being the bookings kept him away most of that time.

It had taken nearly the full three weeks for the area to finally heal. He had just returned from his latest shoot abroad and gone straight from the airport to see the artist who had done the tat for a final check up. Taking the time to make the special trip was well worth it, even though it cut into the limited time he had with Colton.

Their careers and schedules made it hard to find the time to see each other. One or both of them were frequently out of town or even out of country. Colton had given him a key to the studio and the apartment above it so he could come over any time he was in town.

Remembering the vivid fantasy that his commenting on acquiring matching ink and some leather pants had sparked in Colton, Marc decided to surprise him. It had taken some looking around to find the perfect pair of lace up black leather pants. But these were great. They sat just low enough on his hips to showcase the upper limits of his newly touchable tat.

And boy did he want it touched. It had not occurred to him the tattoo would place some limits on what they had been able to do. He had never gone that long without while dating someone before. But now that the prohibition against touching, rubbing and licking it had been removed, he fully expected… No, required… that Colton indulge in all those activities.

Marc sped upstairs past the photo shoot taking place in the studio, and dove into the shower. A little pre-sex jerk off to make sure he didn’t ruin things by being too fast out of the gates after the enforced curtailing of their sex life was just the thing he needed. It took no time at all to go off just thinking of all the things they would be doing soon.

He carefully dried his hair and applied just a touch of eyeliner, before slipping into the thong and black leather pants. He laced the pants up and settled them to best effect on his hips. A dab of body oil worked lightly over the tattoo made it pop. He wasn’t above using a few tricks of the trade to make this fantasy perfect.

After one last look in the mirror, Marc smoothed his hands down his hips and left the bathroom.

It seemed that Colton had similar ideas if the expression on his face was any indication. He looked like the cat that was about to eat the canary, if canaries were inclined to wear tattoos, leather pants and very little else.

Colton seemed to be suitably impressed, judging by the way he sauntered up to him and gave him an appreciative whistle. He touched the top of the tattoo and trailed his fingers along Marc’s waist as he circled him, eyes on every shudder and twitch. He tangled his fingers in the downy hairs under Marc’s belly button and skimmed down to where they disappeared into his leather pants.

Marc reached up, wrapped his arms around Colton’s neck and gave himself over to a fervent kiss that tried to make up for all the time that they had been apart. He tightened his grip as his knees started to give. And, yes, he was the one making all that noise. Well, except for that low rumble in the chest pressed against his.

Nimble fingers made short work of the lacings on the front of his pants, completely pulling the lace free. The front of the thong that he had worn to protect the leather from stains bridged the gap in the pants, restraining his cock, the leaking head peeking over the top of the thong. Colton slid his fingers under the cloth and led him to the bed. Once they were both seated, the kissing resumed at an even more fevered pace.

Marc started to get light–headed. He tried to find more air and stared in confusion when he felt Colton handling his ankle and wrist, then repeating the action on the other side. What? Metal jingled and leather rubbed his skin when he tried to touch what Colton was doing.

“What’s this?” Marc shook his hand in disbelief. The leather band encircling his wrist was closely linked to another on his ankle and the same with the other side. How had he gotten into this?

“Oh, I thought we would have a little fun. You’re not the only one who knows how to play.”

Colton maneuvered him onto his knees and without his hands for support, Marc found himself chest down on the bed with his head turned to the left. His hair fell over his eye and he was powerless to move it. He caught his embarrassed flush in the closet door mirror. He wanted to look away, but was unable to.

To his horror he heard the click of a shutter, and the flash that accompanied it nearly blinded him. No doubt more photos to go on the memory card Colton never shared with others. This time he was wearing leathers, although he was nowhere near the V-Star. After a ridiculously long time spent getting photos from every angle, including ones that showed his and Colton’s reflections in the mirror, the camera was carefully stowed and the memory card put back in its special case.

By this point Marc had to admit that his ardor had diminished dramatically.

He felt the bed give as Colton returned. He couldn’t see what was going on without looking in the mirror and seeing himself as Colton did. He opened his eyes and saw Colton reflected behind him still fully clothed.

Warm fingers brushed his hair out of his eyes before tracing his ear and resting on his shoulder. Colton gave his shoulder a little squeeze and a pat.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful and precious you are to me?”

Marc didn’t know how to respond. Countless people had told him countless times that he was beautiful. He didn’t put much significance on that any more. Some models let all the attention go to their heads and become the central focus in their lives, but for him his appearance was just another asset that he used to do his job, like the makeup or the wardrobe. But “precious”? That was something new.

“I want you to see yourself through my eyes, through my photos.” Colton's fingers grazed the muscles in Marc’s back, rubbing at the tense places before moving steadily lower.

His hand moved under Marc to rub at his belly as he leaned forward to plant a kiss on his hip. Colton’s hand continued to rove, finding and playing with his nipples while those hot lips and tongue explored the dimples above his ass. A quiet groan escaped Marc’s lips. The ardor was back.

Marc watched every move their reflections made with rapt attention. His eyes practically glowed with desire. Colton raised his eyes and their gazes crossed and locked in the mirror. The smoldering look made Marc’s body go all tight and tingly.

Still watching the action in the mirror, Marc noticed even though he was hardly aware of it, he was rocking slightly back and forth while his hands clutched his ankles.

Colton positioned himself behind him, stroked his sides then slid his hands under the waistband of the pants, easing them down just past Marc’s hips, exposing his ass framed by the thong.

Soft lips followed, dotting his ass with kisses and damp swipes of his tongue. Goose bumps spread across Marc's body like wild fire. The combination of all the sensations and being able to watch everything his lover was doing to him was beyond all expectations. They were going to have to install more mirrors. A knowing smile graced Colton’s lips at the ragged tearing groan working its way up his over stimulated body.

Heated breath followed the thong down. “I wonder what this is hiding?”

The thong was tugged to the side and Colton’s tongue took its place in the valley of his ass. The tongue worked its way lower as Marc moved forward then back, trying to urge it to move faster. A muffled chuckle rose from behind him, but Colton appeared to take pity on him and complied.

Marc tried to watch as Colton spread him and dove in, but his eyes wouldn’t stay open. When that soft tongue drew across his tightly furled bud, a shudder tore through him and a keening moan followed closely on its heels. That’s when Colton proceeded to show off his previously unknown expertise.

Still unable to open his eyes, all Marc could do was feel every velvety touch of his lover’s tongue as it swirled slickly around and around his opening. He was now actively pushing back against Colton’s face, trying to get more. More of Colton’s tongue and mouth, more sensation. And the wonderful man obliged…

His tongue slowly breached Marc’s body. The gentle invasion had his thong drenched in precum. Colton’s tongue moved in and out, probing deeper with each thrust. Marc began rocking and moaning with every thrust. He’d never been devoured like this before. I’m not going to last very long at this rate!

When a moist finger slipped in beside that glorious tongue and stroked his gland, Marc lost it. He came in a flurry of motion and sound, Colton’s name ringing from his mouth. And still it didn’t end. He couldn’t slump down as he wanted to, the restraints and the pants still around his thighs kept him upright.

Colton continued to stroke his prostate as he plundered him. Marc’s body writhed as another orgasm was ripped from him. The inarticulate scream that followed left his throat sore.

When Marc returned to his senses, Colton was rubbing his back as he murmured endearments and soft encouragement to him. He couldn’t remember Colton ever calling him ‘baby’ before. He could barely breathe as his heart tried its damnedest to beat out of his chest through his throat. How was it possible to do that and still live?

When Colton lifted his hips and eased him onto his side Marc tried to help, but none of his muscles would answer. Colton removed the restraints as Marc lay gasping and staring at the dazed man in the mirror. The look on his face was so open and unguarded that normally he would have been concerned, but he just couldn’t summon the effort. His lover was the only other person who could see that expression and maybe he should see everything that was in Marc’s heart.


“Now let’s see… How did that fantasy go again?”

Colton pushed the sweat-dampened hair off his young model’s forehead, allowing his hand to wander over all that glistening skin. His fingers traced the tattoo emblazoned on his lover’s hip almost reverently. Matching tattoos. Even more permanent than matching rings. He lowered his face until he could trace the ink with the tip of his tongue, tasting the sweat and cum on the quivering flesh. He pushed the thong out of his way and traced lower until he was nuzzling the spent cock in its nest of short hair.

He liked Marc’s newly grown hair better than the smooth look he normally maintained. Maybe he could talk him into keeping it like this he thought as he licked his lover clean. Small breathy sounds punctuated every swipe of his tongue, and to his surprise Marc appeared to be showing some returning interest.

The younger man’s fingers raked through his hair as his cock began to stir. Youth definitely had its advantages. Colton had thought after the explosive orgasms they were finished for the night, but maybe he was wrong.

“Undress,” Marc’s thick voice was almost unrecognizable. He swallowed and seemed on the verge of saying more, but left it at that.

Disrobing as quickly as he could, Colton kept his eyes on the bold crisp lines swooping over the evenly tanned skin. He had unwrapped it for himself, but the rest of his gift was still encased in black leather. The leather pants rapidly joined his on the floor.

Colton stretched his naked length over his lover, the heated skin magical under his. Marc seemed to have regained his breath, only to lose it again as his hot, sweet mouth was taken in another onslaught. Moaning, Marc opened his mouth wider, welcoming the invasion, eagerly, hungrily.

“Now, Colton, now…”

Colton hurriedly reached for the condoms and lube. One of these days soon they were going to have that talk, swap test results and make honest men out of each other. But first he had a lover who was just begging to be made sweet love to…

“Hurry…!”

He tried to be considerate and take things slowly, but Marc was having none of that. Almost as soon as he entered, Marc shoved up hard against him, taking him balls deep in one thrust. Marc’s passage was already pulsing and his cock twitching and flexing in time with those pulses. Colton would have to hurry or he would be left behind.

Legs wrapped around his waist, as Marc set a fast pace. If he had the breath to spare, he would have laughed at the thorough job of topping from the bottom that Marc was doing. Marc had never been a placid bottom, but it was that fire that kept Colton coming back for more. Well, that and a certain emotional attachment.

Thrusting rapidly, he tried to see that they both arrived at the same time, but Marc had too much of a head start. His body jerking with each thrust, Marc painted his chest with cum. The rhythmic pulses intensified and Colton found himself falling into an intense orgasm of his own.

He eased out before collapsing half on Marc. For a while all they did was breathe, the harsh sounds loud in his ears. When Marc started to stir, Colton rolled onto his back. Now was as good a time as any other.

“I want you to move in with me.”