"So how do you feel about makeup?" Jonathan peeks out of his bedroom at the focused Evan. He pauses the game, he's unusually not scared of it. His face turns red as he thinks about it. "I mean, I've only worn it for Halloween, never for an outfit." Evan's innocent answer makes Jonathan smirk. "Oh no," Evan knows what's going on; Jonathan was getting an evil idea.

Both of them pretend to be oblivious to what happened a little earlier. Their close encounter with each other was something not to be brought up again. It would make it awkward between the two grown men. Neither of them knew that both of them wanted the same thing to happen. They both genuinely wanted to kiss.

"How big is your comfort zone Mr. Fong?" Jonathan shouts from his closet. Evan snickers and makes his way to the bedroom.

"I don't know. A range between Rupaul's Drag Race and 50 Shades of Grey." The Asian's comment makes Jonathan chortle. Jonathan wouldn't mind a little 50 Shades of Evan, maybe even a little bit of Jonathan in there. The blue eyes roll at his own thought. "Good to know," Jonathan answers back. Jonathan pulls out Evan's outfit for today and hands it to him. "Here, you can change in my room." The older man has no idea how this outfit is going to look on his model, but everything looked so perfect on him.

Evan gets nervous in the bedroom of his employer. He's afraid of the clothing not fitting or not looking good on him. Why was he so worried about this? He was suddenly cavern of himself; totally lacking any courage in himself. He is letting his feelings getting the best of him. Evan thinks as he slips on the tight leather leggings. They're a dark red that goes along with the white tank top that seems to stick to his skin. To add to the outfit there's a black leather jacket that looks identical to the one Evan had himself. "Jonathan, do you have shoes for me?" The name feels weird on the man's lips for some reason. "No, unless you want to wear heels." A short chuckle follows after the answer. The brown eyes roll and a scoff comes out of the younger man.

"You ready for makeup?" The photographer shouts from another room in the studio. Evan answers positively. A few minutes forward and the men are sitting nearly lap on lap trying to finish up Evan's outfit.

"How are you so good at eyeliner?" Evan questions while staring up at the ceiling.

"I'm at makeup in general, baby," Jonathan laughs, and adds some dark red eyeshadow to the deep brown eyes. "The eyeliner around your eyes make your eyes pop. You have pretty eyes." Evan blushes at Jonathan's comment. Once he's finished the blue eyes stare and admire his job on his model. A soft red seems to glow from Evan's eyes, which is what Jonathan was going for. He hands a mirror to Evan and he hesitantly grabs it. "Wow," is all that falls out of his mouth. He smiles and it blows the world away; Jonathan's world anyway.

Evan walks out with Jonathan to the setup. There are multiple props set up in front of the camera. Evan spots the leather black couch that he's never seen before. Another little piece of the setup are handcuffs sitting on a table beside Jonathan's camera. This isn't even the worst prop. The brown eyes spot a metal pole in the corner of the whole set up. "Something wrong?" Jonathan wonders after noticing Evan was standing and staring. He snaps out of his gaze and turns to his employer, "No. It's..."

"Kinky? Yeah, sorry about that." A hint of something is in Jonathan's voice. Something Evan has never ever heard before. His voice was almost deeper, more... seductive?

"Can you start on the couch?" Jonathan gestures towards the black piece of furniture. Evan obeys and lays on the couch. His body posture terrible, but in a good way. Evan throws his left hand behind his head and crosses his legs. He's almost laying like Rose was on the Titanic. This makes Jonathan chuckle and snap a picture. Evan moves and this time he's on his knees and his arms are wide open. This position starts a little fire in Jonathan's heart, and somewhere else...

The camera flashes and Jonathan is satisfied with all the couch pictures, "Let's move to the pole shall we?" Evan feels flustered, but he doesn't show any sign of it to his photographer. He starts moving around the pole. He makes slow rounds around the metal object. Jonathan's camera clicks. Evan stops with one pose; he's left hand grasping the pole, and his right leg wrapped around it. The camera flashes once again. Jonathan smiles and realizes how Evan is really getting into it. He, unfortunately, has to stop and see how the photos turned out. "We can take a break, aight?"

"Okay." Evan agrees, obviously a little overwhelmed. He plops down on the couch, his hands together and dangling in between his knees. "My God Evan, you're so photogenic! Hold that pose!" A quick flash blinds Evan for a split second. "I always capture you at a beautiful moment," Jonathan smiles at Evan's surprise and confusion. "You're always posing so well when I don't have a camera at the ready." Jonathan chuckles, but Evan stays in his confused position. "So, those pictures were perfect. Now the last object to use. Ready for your first hands-on prop?" Evan slightly nods; very unsure of himself. Jonathan dangles the handcuffs in front of him. He accidentally hits the camera and it switches setting to auto. It takes multiple photos at once.

Jonathan makes his way towards Evan and starts opening the metal objects. He slides them on Evan's wrists. The cold sensation spreads through his body. He slowly looks up at Jonathan, which was a pretty crucial move. Their eyes lock just as Jonathan locks the handcuffs. They're suddenly moving nearer and nearer until Jonathan smashes his lips into Evan's. He pushes the smaller man harder against the leather couch. Their lips dance as Jonathan moves his hips slowly into Evan's. They both just let this happen, totally ignoring what was going to happen next. Jonathan grabs Evan's neck with his hands. His pallid hands are cold against Evan's neck. He gasps and helps the older man's tongue into his mouth. Now their bodies are dancing with each other. Evan can barely move, because of the handcuffs. Jonathan's body rubbing against his puts pressure on the cuffs which rub into his wrist. The two move lower onto the couch. The bulge on the younger man was seeable through the tight legging he was wearing. Jonathan felt it against his suit pants. His instincts make him grab it; yet again making the smaller man gasp. Jonathan stops kissing him and grabs the chain of the handcuffs. He forces Evan's hands above his body. While holding his arms up Jonathan slowly slides his hand up through Evan's tank top. It's sticking to his tone stomach because he's sweating so much. His leggings are resting right on his hips, and Jonathan spots his v-line. Brown eyes meeting daring blue ones. The blue eyes disappear down below. Evan feels his pants slowly and painfully slide down. "No underwear on?" Jonathan looks up from Evan's lower region. He's too flustered to comment back. Jonathan's pallid hands tease the poor soul of the owl. He's never had another man touch his penis. It felt good, like a huge rebellion of having the same gender touch him. Evan quivered under the touch of Jonathan. The hands of the experienced started moving up and down very slowly. Evan ached after every stroke, every movement Jonathan made. Jonathan goes a little faster, making direct eye contact with Evan. His lips were a plump pink and his eyes a glowing blue. Jonathan whispered sweet nothings to the 28-year-old. Everything started to ache, I good kind of ache. The pink lips kept whispering as he got faster and faster each time.

Good thing each studio had its own floor. The whole building would have heard Evan's loud moaning as he released into his employer's hand. 

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Ah yes. Smut. By the way, I listened to the 50 Shades Darker soundtrack on Spotify writing this. 

- H.C