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Tracey ground into him a little bit more, just teasing the bulge in his pants even more. "It's not my first rodeo." He whispered into his flesh before adding, "not at the moment" to his question. He lifted his rump up just a bit to let the other man take off his pants. He slid his hands up the front of the man's chest, caressing the flesh before once more sliding down his torso, giving some attention to the other's nipples since they were there and, well, why the hell not? It felt good, damnit.
 
Ren helped him out of the pants and slid his hands over Tracey's now bare thighs, pulling him closer as he ground his hips back into Tracey's. He made a soft sound of pleasant surprise as Tracey moved to his nipples, his eyes closing for a moment before he couldn't bring himself to look away any longer. There was something fascinating about watching it happen. "Mm, don't tease..." he pleaded softly, eager to get Tracey out of those shorts.
 
"but it's so much fun" He whispered with a little grin. Tracey let his hands slid down the other man's form, once more hooking around his bottoms and pulling them off. He blushed as he glanced at the naked male beneath him, taking in a deep breath to calm his racing heart before he continued. He slid his boxers off his form and then moved closer to the man once more. He positioned himself above the other, his hands resting on his shoulders to keep himself steady. He really did not want to slam down and ... gods no. Slowly, he began to lower himself, lips pressing firmly at the crook of his neck, kissing and sucking the flesh to keep himself distracted.
 
Ren was a bit surprised that Tracey opted to do it dry, but he wasn't about to complain. He used one hand to help line himself up, and he took Tracey's length with the other, gently stroking him to help him ignore the pain as the tip of his fat length pushed against the tight entrance. He gently pushed in, and with a bit of effort the head slipped in. "Mm..." He let out a soft moan as he got a taste of just how tight the other was. His hand moved a bit faster on Tracey's length, his other hand, now freed, rubbed his back gently.
 
Tracey gasped softly when the more difficult part was through, relaxing a little more and moaning into the man's flesh. His hands rested firmly on the front of his chest now, having slid from his shoulders to do so. His form continued to lower onto him with another little moan escaping his lips. He quickly wrapped his lips around the other's neck, hoping that the other did not mind it too much. He soon had most of the man inside him, gasping at the sensation and slowly beginning to move his form up, then once more back down, repeating the action a few times and moaning the more he got used to it.
 
Ren cupped his cheek, deciding there was a better place for Tracey's lips. He pressed his lips to Tracey's in a warm and passionate kiss, deepening it as Tracey began to slowly set a pace. He moaned into the kiss, unable to resist making the sound, but.. it felt amazing...
 
Tracey purred softly, blushing horribly behind the kiss. He had always thought kisses were reserved more for special ones, not just a simple fuck like this, but well, whatever. He was kissing Ren -- the gorgeous model he had swooned after for many years, and wanted to photograph for however many more. He did not care right now. He continued his pace, though speeding up soon after getting more used to the man within him, adjusting easily and grinding him while he kissed him ever so passionately.
 
Ren didn't think much of actions, and he hadn't thought twice about kissing the other. After all, it was just a kiss right? He showed love in different ways, on the rare occasion that he loved. As it was though, well, he hadn't known Tracey long enough for love, but he liked him well enough for this.

He broke the kiss when it grew difficult to keep it up, relaxing as waves of pleasure ran through him like some sort of drug trip. His hands rested on Tracey's waist as he thrust up into the artist, letting out a low, gruff, purr like sound. He was getting closer, he could feel it.
 
Tracey pulled his lips away with a gasp, laying his head on top of his and keeping his cheek there with a gentle moan of utter pleasure. He continued to grind into the other, moaning softly into his chestnut locks. His hands slid up the other's chest to get lost within the other man's hair, burying his face into them and just getting taken away by the scent in itself. It had to be illegal to just smell as great as he did. Wasn't it? There ... had to be something in his shampoo or cologne or, did he even use cologne?! It wasn't anything overpowering it was just .... perfect.

He let out another moan, fingers pushing through his hair once more, pulling the man closer to his bare torso. It took only a few more rocks on the other before his body stiffened and he released, moaning even more with a little purr hidden beneath the sound.
 
Ren nuzzled him, listening to the soft noises with a small grin. "You're so... damned... perfect." He mumbled appreciatively. He let out a low moan as Tracey tightened around him, and the sound deepened and grew louder as Tracey's peak triggered his own. As the photographer's load stained his stomach white, his own filled the man in several thick jets before he sunk into the couch. His arms rested around Tracey as he rested, quite satisfied. "Nap, shower, lunch, then portfolios?" He suggested after a long silence of just enjoying the other in his arms.
 
Tracey panted heavily as he collapsed onto the other man's chest. He seriously wanted to sleep first? Well, he supposed, cleaning off his chest was easier than ... other areas. He groaned and shook his head. "Shower, nap, food ... then portfolios." He mumbled into his flesh, nipping it before he slowly lifted his form off, a stifled squeak passing his lips at the sensation. He blushed horribly and moved off the man's lap, one hand on his lower back, the other absently rubbing his rump. Yea ... he always forgot the consequences.

Sighing heavily, he continued to stumble through the condo, having to grab onto a wall, or table along the way toward the shower. Ugh. Maybe he would just take a nice, long, warm bath -- and wind up passing out in it. Damn.
 
Ren grinned at the blush, "You're adorable..." He said as he stood, his smile fading slightly as he realized what a mess they'd made of themselves. Tracey was right, shower first. "Hey, wait up, you're going to hurt yourself like that." He said as he scooped him up and carried him past the guest bathroom and into the one in his room. The bathtub was set into the floor, and was more like a hot tub than anything, with jets. He set Tracey down carefully, "How about a bath?" he suggested as he turned the showerhead on first, figuring they'd rinse off before taking a bath. "Here, go ahead and clean up while I get us some towels."
 
Tracey squeaked when he was lifted up, instantly wrapping his arms around the other's shoulders. He resisted the urge to whack him for that, wanting to, but not. He just grumbled and let the other take him to his bathroom. He looked at the bath and definitely wanted to take one now. He stood up once the water was warm, waiting until the other left the room before he went about showering, or at least getting most of everything cleaned. Mainly the more sensitive and private areas he really did not want the other to watch get clean.

Once that was done, he gingerly rested himself on the edge of the tub, taking in a deep breath and relaxing a little bit, though not too much. The surface was much too hard to be able to relax on.
 
Ren gave him a chance to clean up before he returned with some huge bathtowels, which he set aside. He showered off quickly, but thoroughly before beginning to fill the tub, and settling into the water. "Make yourself comfortable." he invited. The tub was plenty large enough for two. "Bubble bath, or no?"
 
Tracey nodded to the suggestion. "Bubble bath." He confirmed before sliding himself into the warm water. He sighed instantly, sinking in the water to just below his nose so that he could breath. Oh, a bath truly did do the body good. He groaned lightly, setting his head back to rest it on top the edge of the bath, relaxing even more. Mhm. Definitely lovely. His arms wrapped around his lower torso and he took in a few deep breaths, calming himself... though, that only made him more sleepy. "make sure I don't drown." he mumbled, already dozing off into la-la land.
 
Ren slid his legs to the side, and looping an arm around Tracey's waist, he pulled the teen up next to him, a cozy fit, but one that allowed Tracey to relax against him without an awkward things in awkward places. He rested an arm around his shoulders, "There, you don't have to worry about it now." He said, his fingers idly playing with one of the artist's piercings.
 
Tracey curled up against the man. His head resting on his shoulder and his hand rested on the other's stomach. It did not take him but a few moments to wind up falling asleep on his side. He slept quite peacefully in the warm water, completely and utterly exhausted with their prior activities. He normally was not this easily exhausted, but he just ... was at the moment.
 
Ren didn't need to actually sleep, just relaxing there with the other, absently running his finger's through the boy's hair was plenty. He daydreamed and drifted in and out of awareness for almost an hour before the water had become less than hot and their skin had started to prune. He leaned forward slightly to kiss Tracey's forehead, tryi9ng to wake him up gently. "Hey, come on, we should dry off." He said, watching the last of the bubbles fade. "Tracey, wake up, let's get dressed and fix some lunch, hn? What sounds good?"
 
Tracey groaned when he was suddenly being disturbed. His brows furrowed together and he cursed a few times. Slowly, his eyes lifted and he looked up at the man beside him. Staring at him for a little while more, he bit his shoulder softly with a little mumble of, "Chinese" before he pushed off of him. He groggily stood up, yawning as he stepped over the side of the tub, rubbing his wet rump absentmindedly. He saw the towels, taking one and wrapping it around him with another yawn, burying his face into the fuzzy towel.
 
Ren pulled the plug to drain the tub before getting his own towel. "I'll order in, you can lie down until it get's here if you want." He offered as he dried off and fixed his hair before heading into his room and getting dressed. He pulled on a snug fitting emerald turtleneck and a pair of tight fitting jeans, then hunted for his cell.
 
Tracey nodded with a soft little yawn, turning and leaving the bathroom. He groggily made his way into the living room. He curled up on the couch, his rump in the air and his head nuzzling into the cushions with a little sigh. Mm. He really should stay awake, but he did not want to. He glanced over at his clothes strewn about the floor, yawning lightly once more. He pulled the towel closer around his slender frame, hugging it and then pulling his knees to his chest, butt a little higher in the air.
 
Ren stood in the doorway, phone to his ear. He wasn't sure what Tracey would want, so he ordered several things, planning to have left overs later. Once he'd ordered he retrieved his portfolio, a huge book that took some effort to lift. He set it on the coffee table and relaxed into the cushions, waiting for food and company.
 
Tracey opened his eyes, seeing the portfolio and her perked up a bit. Oh yes. He stared for a few moments before standing off the couch. He disappeared into his room for minutes for the boy to get ready. changing into simple plaid pajama pants and a black tee shirt. He then took his own portfolio, which while big, was not nearly as large as the other's. He rested the book onto the table and then sat cross-legged to pull the man's onto his lap. He was quite excited to look at the pictures.
 
Ren's portfolio was huge, since he'd been working since he turned fifteen. Everything from fashion shots and adds to glamor shots and nudes. Some with makeup, some without, some with extravagant outfits, all kinds of settings, and even a few in drag. "This one... I think is my favorite." He said as he flipped a few pages in. He looked younger in the photo, and he was sitting in a windowsill, the glass at his back, looking out distantly. The walls had been edited out, replaces with a sunny forest setting, and while the scene in the window matched, it was raining on the other side of the glass. He was dressed nicely, however a bit casual, and looking very much himself. The picture had been taken by a close friend, and edited for the photographer's own portfolio. "Ernie took that when he was just getting started. He's good isn't he? It only took him a year to get settled in his career, and another to be at the top of it. We've been good friends since I was in high school and he recruited me."

He flipped Tracey's portfolio open, looking through them. They were a bit amateurish, but he couldn't help but be surprised at the amount of raw talent. "Wow... It'd be such a waste if you didn't get some training and go professional." He said as he looked through them. It was apparent how quickly the boy learned to avoid his mistakes, and he managed to capture his subjects in a way that any professional would envy. Suddenly he couldn't wait to sit in front of that camera. "This evening... we're running an errand." He said decidedly.
 
Tracey looked over the many pictures that were there. They were positively beautiful. He could not help but to be in utter awe. His eyes kept to the images, taking them in and he could easily see why the man made it so big. Even when he was younger, he was such a natural and even more gorgeous, in a more innocent sort of way. He stared at the pages before he saw the other looking at his portfolio. Suddenly, he felt very ... ashamed of his photographs. While, yes, they definitely were something that was only a few pegs below those of the ones in the ravenette's lap, he felt that they were nothing in comparison.

He blushed horribly and watched the pages of his pictures turn, chewing into his bottom lip. He stared at the images of his own work for a short while before his head shook and he turned back to the model's pictures. "Okay.' he said, not really caring what it was they wanted to do. "I like it when you're more natural." He admitted, definitely liking the ones without any sort of make up or editing of any sort. It was clear, by his own photographs, that he liked that. Like he had told the man, he wanted his models to be comfortable. Any man or woman in his portfolio were there because they wanted to be, and wore what they wanted, and it showed. His images had a light about them, a cheerfulness that just oozed into the viewer. Of course, there were a few that were not that way. Some were sad, because either he was or his model, a few others angry, and ... well, those were only photographs. If one wished to truly see his emotions, that was his sketchpad. A psychologist could have a field day.
 
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