bakerstreet | The camera loves you!

midnighter | dc (rebirth) | m/m for ships, ota everything else (misfires welcome)!

thingpuncher 2018-06-21 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)

[definitely not made willingly.]

[ idk why but this seems like it could be fun? ]

( ooc; Hey, I wanted to say thanks for the interest, but I'm not all too hot on the idea of May/Steve. I wouldn't mind working some kind of... gen angle, with dirty pictures floating around or something, though. )

( He could draw you like one of his French girls too. )

( Not interested in Kitty, Gamora, or Mantis. )

Edited 2018-06-21 18:31 (UTC)

[He's an artist, too. So nude modeling is also an option!]

[ oc infos in the profile. ]

[ cross-canon/cross-medium welcome. ]

[Admittedly, it had been an endearing sight, watching Gladio and Prompto engaged in a very thorough discussion of Prompto's interest in photography while Ignis prepared dinner, Noctis preoccupied with one of his newest video games. He'd never seemed to take much consideration in engaging Prompto with conversation, let alone actively indulging himself on a hobby he himself wasn't particularly keen on. Prompto seemed more than willing to share the ins and outs of his equipment, what sort of film he used, what his favorite sort of camera was, and it was a rather nice background noise to have while he cooked. Eventually once it came for them to have their meal, their little talk came to an end and they all participated in a few rowdy rounds of digital car races, some King's Knight, wrapping up in the rundown of weekly reports and sharing of their schedules for the next week. Ignis was the first to go, and so whatever else occurred that night went beyond his awareness.

Now he knows. That wasn't just a pair of friends embracing a hobby together. It wasn't just sheer curiosity.

Ignis is never allowing Gladio to speak to Prompto alone ever again. He sits at the edge of the bed in his apartment, rubbing at his temples while Gladio continues setting up the tripod and camcorder.]

At what point did you decide it was a good idea to not tell me about recording pornography in my living space? [He lifts his head, placing his glasses back on and narrowing his eyes at the camera.] When did you even buy all of this? You said you were terrible with technology.

[ There is a purpose to everything Gladio does, and it's adorable that he doesn't know it by now. Gladio's never engaged Prompto this avidly even if they interact often and casually -- Prompto as important a part of the group as either of them are, but still. Gladio has a purpose, and for Ignis' sake he goes right for it. After all, how often do they have a chance to do this? Newly informed and wielding that knowledge with a familiar finesse, he finally puts it to good use once they're alone together.

Really, Ignis shouldn't let Gladio off on his own without suspecting something, and he's giving him a rakishly wicked grin as he fixes the camera, making sure it can just about take in everything that he needs it to. The idea of recording their time together had been one that he's been contemplating for awhile, and when it's angled to his satisfaction, he looks up from fiddling at the buttons again. ]

At the point where I decided to give you a proper surprise. Spice things up, so to speak.

[ Not that things between them aren't already spicy, but Gladio has always been the consummate lover, constantly looking for things to share with his partner. It just so happens that this partner has been with him the longest, and he just about has no interest in anyone else. ] And I feel like you're discounting my very enthusiastic pursuit of knowledge in all its forms. I'm offended.

[ No, he's really not, especially when he's stepping towards him and into the frame, pulling his tanktop over his broad, muscular frame the way he knows would capture Ignis' attention (and hopefully put him in a more amenable mood). He brushes calloused fingers over the lingering lovebites, hidden away from everyone but Ignis. ]

[With a firm pout-ish sort of frown, Ignis sits himself straighter and uncrosses his legs.]

My intention wasn't to seem unappreciative, I merely--

[And the words immediately fall from his tongue and dissipate into thin air, because Gladio has turned around and is stepping away from the camera, is disrobing and Ignis feels an immediate spike of panic as he stiffens up. The broken pitch of his voice is almost comical.]

Why are you undressing now? Did you turn it on? Are you starting now?

[Ignis attempts to peer past Gladio's wide, hulking, magnificently sculpted frame to get a view of the set-up behind him, see if he can find some sort of light or indicator that the camera has indeed been turned on and it's recording, but he's unable to see anything. No, all his gaze can process is those mouth-watering, abdominal, those bulging pecs, thick, mesmerizing biceps and the smattering of teeth indentations over Gladio's shoulders that somehow stand out very well against his tattoos. Ignis hadn't realize how... voracious he was the last time they had sex.

Which does beg the question of why Gladio feels he needs to do this. Ignis isn't bored with their relationship, he doesn't feel as if they're missing anything. He loses himself in such overwhelming pleasure that he couldn't possibly find a single critique of their relationship.

Then again it may be due to the fact that Ignis finds it very difficult to think of much of anything, let along Gladio's flaws, because all he can see before him is a perfect, gorgeous specimen and Gods have mercy he's already half-hard under his slacks.]

Gladio, let me finish speaking to you!

I'm not interrupting.

[ Six, his Ignis is adorable when indignant and Gladio loves every moment of it, from the desire to appease to panic to indignation to pure, undiluted horniness which, apparently, has been strangled by the stronger side of indignation again. He can see it receding rapidly, however, because he's studied him long enough to know how he works, what makes him tick. He's casually tossing the shirt to the side, fiddling with his belt. The camera is already turned on, and he winks at him. ]

And it's recording everything, sweetheart.

[ A low, husky drawl, pitched just right in order to distract from whatever protest he plans to put up. Reaching out, Gladio cups his face right where the camera can see, the look in his eyes soft and fond despite the humor in his voice. Their love life is fantastic, as is everything about this relationship, but it can't hurt to introduce something now and then, right? Especially this, which is infinitely risky and all the more arousing for it. And Gladio, in his broad-shouldered, perfectly sculpted glory, presses his advantage, thumb coming to gently smooth over his soft, plush lower lip. ]

I think you're too damn beautiful not to capture on camera. The look on your face, the hunger in your eyes, and your body begging for me -- don't you want to watch just how thoroughly I fuck you? I'll even send you a copy so you can get off to it when you're feeling horny without me.

[Not intentionally, he isn't, but Ignis can't process his argument any easier when his words drip like melted chocolate from his lips, when he catches his face in those skilled fingers and directs his attention to the device set up before them, and Ignis' eyes flicker from between the camera lense and a distant point off on the opposite end of the room, a desk drawer, Gladio's shirt, the dark feathered tattoos dancing down his arm.

The coarse roughness of a thumb pad caressing his bottom lip which has Ignis' mouth parting open while his features flush with desire for a split moment. How he wishes to lave his tongue over the digit, nip at the pad of his thumb, suckle him into the warmth of his mouth.

If they were alone, he would. He does so many things to him when it's just the two of them, and he knows his paranoia is ridiculous. It's just a camera, it's just the two of them here in his room and his heart is racing with the anticipation of what Gladio will do with him tonight. The way he speaks, intent and wanting and crude and filthy, Ignis nearly feels himself begin to tremble. fingers sinking into the edge of the bed before his gaze flickers upward to Gladio's face.]

I don't... I don't need such a thing. [His imagination suits him well enough. Gladio has no idea how many wonderful memories Ignis has to choose from when the only company he has is his own hand or one of the special toys they've purchased, another one of Gladio's surprises.

Ignis is aching to be touched, to be fucked, the only obstacle is that damn camera.

Don't think about it. Just don't think about it. Pretend it's not there. Reserving himself to this thought, Ignis reaches upward to curl his thin fingers around Gladio's wrist, then glide his touch along the center of his arm.]

I'm here. Don't show me anything. Simply do them.

[ Ignis can't process it when he's faced with a wall of pure muscle creatively dotted with fervent lovebites, especially not when the situation is full of amorous intent, and Gladio knows this better than anyone else. There won't be a forceful, well-thought out rejection of videoing their pornography, as he so beautifully put it, and all that's left is to make him melt.

He's halfway there already, the pretty flush on his pale cheeks rendering him a vision to behold. Ignis' lips are parted, opening up for him the way he always did, whether it's for his thumb, his lips, his cock -- his Ignis is sweetly pliant when he intends to be (although Gladio loves him too when he's being difficult), and he's leaning down to kiss his mouth, intent on assuaging his apprehension.

He knows Ignis doesn't like taking by surprise, and it seems like he doesn't much like the camera, and as his lips ghost over his, he murmurs. ]

Don't worry about it -- no one else will see this but me, and you. Let me keep a piece of you when you're not with me.

[ He's pushing him back onto the bed in full view of the camera, shifting so it captures Ignis' face as well, especially when Gladio's taken to unbuttoning his shirt. ] Just focus on me, all right? And what we're going to do together.

[ Because, Six, Gladio is dying to fuck him again, to take things up to a hundred and drive his lover out of his mind with desire and need the way he's always done before. He's dying to reconnect in that primal, savage and powerful way, to feel the warmth of his skin against his; and to revel in the heat of Ignis' amorous embrace. ]

Strip. All of it.

[All he has is Gladio's word, his oath, and Ignis is thankfully fully trusting in that he means it when he says this will never see the light of day. No one else needs to see the private, intimate details of the meeting of their bodies, how they meld together and join as one, how Gladio ruins him, how Ignis conquers Gladio's mind and his heart. He knows he can trust him. Even if he finds it rather foolish to think that Gladio would ever need anything beyond his own imagination and his very willing boyfriend to satisfy his pleasure at any moment.

He'll allow him this, just this once. It never hurts to try new things.

With a nod of his head, bottom lip caught between his teeth as his eyes flicker toward the tripod once more, Ignis reaches downward to begin undoing his belt, thumbing open the top button followed by the fly of his trousers, and the moment Gladio bares his chest, pale and flecked in faint moles, Ignis' nipples are quick to harden from excitement. His chest begins to raise and fall more heavily, and Ignis is aglow with heat, with want.]

You wouldn't happen to have any other surprises in store for me tonight, would you?

[ Ignis is stunningly beautiful when he's naked, pale and lovely and so ready for Gladio to ravish him. He's a precious gift, and his gaze is ravenous, greedily taking in every inch of him -- he immediately knows when Ignis is aroused and wanting, his nipples peaking so evidently.

Crawling over him, lips closing over his nipple and sucking, gently tugging, large hands coming down to slide his pants off of him, exposing him and letting his cock spring free.

Gladio will ruin him, make love to him time and again, wreck his Ignis and make him whimper and cry out for him. In his turn, Ignis is entirely intoxicating, sharing Gladio and monopolizing his thoughts, his heart -- with Ignis there is no room for any other. With Ignis, he's the luckiest man in the world, fortunate to have him splayed under him like a feast to be ravished and consumed. ]

No.

[ He says quietly, looking down at him with warm tenderness. ]

Wanna fucking make love to you, babe.

[There is no way he could restrain his voice the moment Gladio's mouth descends upon him, the camera momentarily forgotten as he writhes and cups the back of Gladio's head to pull him more securely into his chest, arching upward to meet the supple heat of his mouth, the pinch of his teeth and drag of his tongue. As his trousers are finally pulled downward along with his underwear, Ignis lets out a heavy sigh of relief as he's freed from the confines of his clothes, yet he aches as he's bared to the cool air, wishing he could rut himself against something, anything. Bare skin, the heat of Gladio's thigh, those rock solid abs, calloused fingers stroking up and down his length, thumb teasing over his slit.

Ignis can't take it, he can't wait anymore and just like that it's only the two of them here. The camera is gone. It's just himself and Gladio, the deep, alluring purr of his voice. Safe, secure, here in his arms, here under his adoring gaze, and all he feels is love. His face flushes with those heady, lurid words, but he knows Gladio means it. And Ignis means it too when he reaches up to cup his face in his hands to pull him into a soft, gentle kiss, murmuring against his mouth.]

Hurry along then, darling. [Ignis drags his tongue over Gladio's lips, watches him with dark, hooded emerald eyes. He wants him, he needs him, he loves him.]

Take me. Make me yours, as you always do. Fantastically.

[ Six, but his voice is magical when it's raised in pleasure and enjoyment, sweet and musical and it does so many, many things to him -- how it makes him wild that Ignis would display his pleasure and beg him for more.

Gladio would take on the world to earn his love and affection, and from the look in his eyes and the flicker of that tongue -- he knows that he has won the entire damn fucking world itself. He leans down, equally hungry for him. Something shifts between them, he supposes; videoing sex is kinky, but this... this runs so much deeper because Gladio loves him, adores him with every fiber of his being.

More than the passionate rough fucking are the ones when he goes gentle, when they're holding each other and nothing else matters. His large cock, resting against Ignis' thigh, is only half-hard. Now, the camera doesnt matter; Ignis is the center of his world, and he chases after the kiss, pursues him and captures him by the tongue, deepening the kiss immediately.

Gladio is greedy for him, openly lustful as sword-calloused wide hands splay possessively over his body, sliding up to his chest-- one cradles the back of his head and the other comes to slap his hand away and stroke Ignis' cock, rubbing up against the slit before cradling his balls. Oh, this is one of his most favorite parts of him. ]

Love you.

[ He admits roughly against his mouth. ] You ain't sleepin' tonight.

[This may very well end up not as unpleasant as Ignis thought it would be, as long as Gladio continues to enrapture his senses the way he always does. The place is slower than usual, more sensual, and while the distraction of wild and eager hands all over him, a voracious mouth and sinful words licking all over his body always serves as a wonderful build-up, Ignis will never not appreciate moments like these where they cant truly appreciate each other and the time they have together, like time stands still for them and nothing else matters.

Arms raveling around his neck to pull him deeper into his mouth, licking and suckling at his tongue, Ignis sings delightfully into the kiss as Gladio begins to touch him, his eager cock twitching in the other's grasp before Gladio's hand treads further downward and Ignis' gut feels as hot as burning coals. It takes a moment for him to find his voice, but it's a deep, velvety purr as his eyes meet Gladio's in wanton fixation.]

What a wicked beast you are. [There is a mixture of playful adoration and tempting hunger, Ignis catching Gladio's bottom lip between his teeth in a teasing nip.] Don't keep me waiting.

[ Nothing matters but Ignis and him and how deeply in love they are with each other. With Gladio, everything that keeps Ignis composed falls away -- releasing the man that he is, brave and clever and so worthy of love that thinking of Ignis always makes a lump form in Gladio's throat.

Here he is now, naked and laid out before him, and Gladio simply turns around, moving the other way so he can suck Ignis' cock, massaging his fat lovely balls and his own immense dick hanging between thick muscled thighs, brushing over Ignis' lips. ]

Suck, baby. Your wicked beast wants to feel your mouth around his cock. Can you take me in the way your hole can?

[There is an eager, exciting thrum through his veins the moment Gladio turns himself around and Ignis finds himself facing that glorious thick cock, and there's no need for a response, because Ignis can easily let his mouth do the talking.

Not that there is any talking actually occurring, but his mouth is still being put to work as his lips part and his tongue drags along the head of Gladio's cock, circling around the crown and flicking along the vein at the underside. He doesn't even need his hands, all it takes is the widening of his lips as Ignis suckles the tip into his mouth and willingly offers Gladio that teasingly tight suction of his lips wrapped around that first inch or two, just the way he loves Gladio ruining him with the temptation of penetration when he settles his cock against his stretched out hole.]

[ Gladio is feeding his lover's mouth with his thick, heavy cock, flushed fat and full and large with his arousal, his balls heavy with sperm -- but he can't look away from how gloriously lovely his Ignis is, how his plush, full mouth takes him inside.

The flash of that lovely tongue working his cock, over the large vein and the rounded head, and soon, soon he's pushing his dick smoothly into his Ignis' mouth, hitting the back of his throat. He's spreading his lover's ass now, kissing and taking his balls into his mouth, pushing a finger inside him to test the waters, teasing at how tight he is. Licking at the patch of skin behind his balls, he gently hitches his hips up, moving to kiss his tight little hole. ]

[If it weren't for the amount of practice Ignis has been able to have with taking Gladio's massive cock into his mouth, he'd assuredly be choking at this moment, but he fits all the way down into his throat just like a glove, the perfect size and fit, tight all around him, swallowing him down as far as he can reach and Ignis gladly keeps him there in the searing clutch of his throat. Gladio has no need to fuck his mouth, and really, Ignis is thankful for this, because there are so many overwhelming sensations occurring at the same time that to feel Gladio bearing down even deeper, more continuously past his lips and over his tongue would probably drive him insane.

But it's certainly a lot, Gods, it's almost too much, feeling Gladio pry his cheeks apart, lick at his balls, tease at his asshole and drag his tongue across his perineum before his mouth descends lower and Ignis moans luridly around his member. Six, oh fuck, his mouth, his lips are tickling at his puckered entrance and it's beginning to twitch in eager want, please please, he wants him inside.]

[ Gladio is careful all the same -- he might love having Ignis choke on his cock sometimes, but he doesn't want him to really do that. Even so, he can't help but be impressed by the finesse with which his lover takes him in, how he almost bulges when his massive cock is balls-deep down his throat.

He's feeling him swallow around him, and he can't help but a small spurt of cum down his throat before he holds himself back. No, this is supposed to be for the both of them. He's pulling up, freeing him a little so he can push his tongue into the tight pucker of his anus, licking and thrusting a little, finger pushing a little deeper. ]

Mmm... [ He rumbles with approval, smiling as he feels the moan around his cock, shameless and lovely. ] You like this, baby? Thinking of all the times I got my mouth on this sweet little hole? Or are you greedy for my cock already?

[Ignis can't possibly comprehend how to reply because he wants all of it, everything possible Gladio can give to him, right here and right now, he wants that thick beautiful talented tongue fucking him open, spreading him apart, he wants that gorgeous massive cock splitting him in two, seated so far inside of him that Ignis swears sometimes Gladio manages to reach his intestines. Everything all of it he can barely think, can only taste and feel and his eyes water as he hums around Gladio's cock and finally raises his hands to push at his hips. Off, he needs a moment, he needs air, everything's dizzy and hot and too much.]

[ Gladio takes the cue to shift off of him to give him reprieve, taking the opportunity to spread his cheeks open to tongue-fuck him, slick and wet and playful. He's nosing back along his balls, nuzzling against the soft curls before taking them into his mouth. One, then the other, laving and pouring all his attention unto it. He's plucking the lube from the armiger, casual as you please, popping the tab and slicking his fingers with it before pushing one inside, watching the pucker of his hole, how he sucks so eagerly at him. ] Stunning.

[It feels like it takes forever for Gladio's cock to finally slip out of his mouth, leaving his throat empty, lips glistening with saliva and cum, and Ignis swallows the remnants of him down before he gulps for air. His fingers skitter across Gladio's hips before his back twists and Ignis cries out as Gladio presses his tongue past the rim of his hole, drags his mouth over his balls and soon enough there's that welcome, familiar press of a thick slick finger sinking into him.]

M-more, more, touch me-- more...

[Ignis' cock weeps against his belly, tip grinding a wet spot as he arches upward and rolls his hips downward to meet the press of the intrusion, wanting it deeper, wider, more.]

Touch you? Touch you where?

[ Gladio is still very aware of the camera running, wanting Ignis to indulge his filthy words, to capture them on camera. He's shifting him so that the camera can see just about how shameless his Ignis is, and he continues to slowly fingerfuck him, joined by a second digit.

He can feel Ignis' cock leak pre-cum now, and he's gently squeezing his lover's heavy sac, not enough to be uncomfortable, but enough to get his attention. ]

My cock's not going to suck itself, babe. Who said you could stop?

[Gods, he absolutely hates it when Gladio teases him this way, but Ignis can't even act out in anyway when he knows that it'll just add fuel to the fire. Gladio is pressing another digit into him, both fucking into his hole as he fondles his heavy balls and Ignis' bleary eyes manage to find the sight of the camera right as he whines.]

H-hurry, go faster, I want it inside me...

[He blinks, Gladio's voice in the background but all he can see right before him aside from Gladio's heavy, spit-slick cock is a lens focused right on the two of them and a flashing green light and Ignis feels fire wash all over him. It's recording them, he almost forgot all about the camera, it's watching him, it's recording him sucking Gladio's cock and begging to be fucked, every word he says is on it, the more he pleads, the more he cries out, it's there.

With a miserable sort of whine Ignis buries his face into Gladio's hip as his dick twitches and pulses, more precum leaking against Gladio's chest as his insides clench and tremble.]

[ The camera is capturing everything -- every deliciously filthy word, everything Ignis begs of Gladio that he will readily give. Gladio will replay this once it's over, listening to Ignis' honeyed keening for cock, to be filled and fucked.

He can feel it, too, the way Ignis drips onto his chest. inviting his attentions, his love, and he feels his own dick twitch before he gently shifts from under him, moving so that Ignis is on his elbows and Gladio's manuevering surprisingly gracefully, gently pushing him up so that he's in full focus of the camera, Gladio gently folding Ignis' cock to show him off. He's behind his lover now, hands hitching up Ignis' hips. He's pulling him up so that Ignis is kneeling, pressed up to Gladio's chest, and Gladio's fondling him right before the camera, palming his balls and letting cum drip onto the covers. ]

Look how wet you already are, dirtying up the bedsheets. You want to get fucked like this, don't you? Take my dick in your hand and put it in, if you want it so badly.

[Ignis can only assume he's being lifted upward to be put in a more comfortable position, but he doesn't expect to be set up kneeling right there in complete view of the camera, weeping cock exposed, the hot flush of color that spreads across his body, then unfocused look in his eyes as he feels Gladio's cock nudge against the base of his spine right above the crack of his ass. He wants to be fucked, he wants to be touched but the camera is right there it's right there and Ignis is suddenly beginning to panic as he feels an enormous swell of humiliation coupled by a strange arousal he can't describe.

Yet he still shakes his head futilely before attempting to burrow his face into Gladio's neck, fingers clutched desperately at his arm and wrist as he begins to tremble.

Stage fright? Something like that.]

The camera loves you!

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