“Oh, of course.” Reno beamed. “I’m excellent at posing.”
“I know.” Luka raised his eyebrows, expression fond. “Have you done a figure modeling session before?”
“No," Reno admitted.
“Hope you can hold the same pose for extended amounts of time. It’s definitely a test of endurance.”
“You know my endurance is great.”
“Formoving.” Luka pointed a finger at him. “Not for holding still.”
Reno thought for a moment. “You’re right, that might be difficult. I try though. Yes.”
Reno looked down at himself realizing only his underwear was left and moved to his knees. He knew Luka could see his entire torso and thighs on camera as he smoothlyslid the fabric down until his cock sprung free. Luka covered his mouth again as he watched Reno touch himself, and the feeling of his own hand on himself made him let out a shaky breath.
He let go and sat back down, sliding his underwear off the rest of the way to drop to the floor. He leaned back on hishands, showing off his body and enjoying the way Luka seemed mesmerized.
Reno cocked his head and asked, “You still wanna play?”
Luka nodded and said through his fingers, “Your turn.”
Reno thought for a while, posed casually where he leaned back on display for Luka. After a while he said, “I want to watch you touch yourself on camera.”
Luka pulled off his boxers and Reno could see clearly how worked up he was. When Luka ran his fingers over himself to show off how hard he was, Reno joined with a happy sigh. Watching Luka had him on fire, every touch so sensitive as he matched Luka’s speed, and he couldn’t stop a moan from escaping his lips when Luka slipped a finger inside of himself.
Reno had the distinct feeling Luka had no idea how good he looked. So he told him, praising Luka for every bit of him, loving the way every time Reno complimented him, Luka would gasp quietly, turned on and bashful all at once, and bite his lip. He was a dream to Reno, beautiful in a way he couldn’t comprehend, and he thought of the paintings Luka had made of him and wished he could return the favor—show Luka how enticing, how gorgeous he actually was.
Luka grew louder and Reno wished he could pry Luka’s hand away from his face so he’d let his noises out completely. He felt himself growing closer the longer he watched, the more desperate Luka looked, the more he panted and moaned. And, when Luka mumbled that he was coming, Reno felt himself tip along with him.
He wanted to kiss Luka so badly.
His heart hammered in his chest, lungs squeezing to take in air, and all he could think was how badly he wanted to be there,anywhere,with Luka.
He blurted out, “I need to be with you.”
Luka, dazed and still panting, pressed a hand over himself and peered at Reno for a while. His eyes were half lidded, his lips parted and flushed from biting them, and Reno could see the moment he caught his breath, finally. “Two weeks.”
“Hm?”
“Give me two weeks,” Luka said, his voice low. “Let me ask my boss for time off. Even if he doesn’t give it to me, I’ll come. I’m already remote, I’ll just be up at weird hours working.”
“You’d do that for me?”
“Are you stupid?”
Reno pushed his hair away from his face, feeling pretty dumb indeed. “Yeah. It’s part of my charm.”
“No, you’re not.” Luka managed to look irritated, even with his cheeks still flushed. “No, it’s not.”
“O-kay, I was kidding.” Reno held up two fingers and wiggled them. “Two weeks?”
“Yes,” Luka said. “Just, let me know my flight and room info. I’ll figure the rest out.”
“Wow, good.” Luka wasn’t just a dream, Reno thought; he was a vision. “I am very excited.”
“Hm, me too.”
“What time is it there?” Reno asked and watched as Luka looked at the clock.
