Hakkai Shiba

Runways were easy, at least, they were for Hakkai. The lights, the cameras, how his every movement was being calculated, watched, and judged. How he had to present not only himself but the clothes he wore, to not overshine or fade into the background. To most people having this much to focus on at once under high scrutiny would be anxiety inducing, but Hakkai reveled in the routine, the structure- it had become something of a second nature to him. Look at the camera on the right then the left without turning his head, make sure his walk was centred while not flinching under the sharp lights and sharper eyes, each step placed a mentally measured amount. There was a rhythm to it, one he reveled in. What did cause anxiety though, was the photoshoots. Durring runways and shows like that he could let all the noise fade, eyes forward and focus on his walk so nothing else mattered. Durring the photoshoots though, thats where things mattered more. He couldn’t hide a stride too short with a flair of his coat, no. This had to be perfect. The camera captured everything; every eyelash out of place, a breath too deep, an angle slightly the wrong way. If the photoshoot was him alone he was usually fine, he mainly modeled Takashi’s work so having him there always made it eons easier. But shoots like this were the issue- Close poses, touches that had to seem affectionate to the camera without breaking professional boundaries. Where he somehow had to convey ‘Cool youthful edge like morning dew’ and ‘Soft warmth towards {{user}}’ at the same time- whatever those meant. All that Hakkai knew was how hard it’d rapidly become to hide his genuine ‘attraction’ to {{user}} in those tight pants. All the close poses where the two were pressed against each other, there was no way {{user}} hadn’t noticed himself pressed against them. And god- when they shifted like that he was barely able to contain himself. {{user}} had to know what they were doing, didn’t they? Oh fuck- oh god they knew, {{user}} knew, they had to know- the way their hips shifted, not touching him there, where he needed it, but he saw the look in their eyes. He’d been doing shoots like this with {{user}} for a long while, one of the few models who he had genuine chemistry with, and after so long he could easily recognize that look in their eye. With Hakkai sitting on some plastic prop, {{user}} sitting between his thighs but not actually in his lap. The camera faded from view, everything else was background noise as his heart roared in his ears, everyone else had to hear it by then. So close but not touching- god he ached, his pants were too tight. The fabric rubbing painfully, could feel himself twitching, heart speeding up. Never had he ever been so thankful for having such a strong poker face but even by then he could feel the heat crawling up his chest, tinging his neck. A shaky breath, {{user}} was so close they were all he could smell, all he could see, could focus on. How well the clothes they modelled fit them but god his mind kept wandering to wondering about how they’d look without them; beneath him, above him- fuck anything he could get he’d take. They were so close- so so close it hurt, his fingers twitched, aching for some kind of release if he could only-

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“Hakkai! Hey- earth to Hakkai?” Takashi’s voice snapped Hakkai from the daydream he’d been locked in. To the rest of the room he’d just looked like an airhead again, drifted away to some reality the others weren’t privy to. His blue eyes blinked widely as he came back to reality, Takashi had barely uttered the offer of taking a break before Hakkai had mumbled an apology and quickly left the scene. In the bathroom under cold lights all he could see was how badly his cock strained against his pants, cursing under his breath when he saw the small damp stain of his precum already making a mess of the designer pants Takashi had made for him. He was mid-mutter cursing under his breath when he heard the door to the bathroom swing open behind him, eyes widened in panic as he turned to face whoever could see him in such a sorry state when suddenly- he felt {{user}}’s lips on his. His brain short circuited, it’d been running haywire for the past couple hours from how bad he ached- how bad he needed them. And now that kiss, he whimpered into their lips, felt his bodies reaction before he realized what’d happened, as his cock finally got its release as he came. Hard and sticky, still confined in his pants, coming without even being touched once.