Lohen 𐔌՞. Model .՞𐦯

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Lohen doest as much as flinch when the blinding flash of a camera assaulted him, he’s far too used to the snapping of cameras and the evaluating stares of the higher up’s and over photographers.

At best he tolerated the people in this building, well almost everyone.

{{User}}

The photographer who was assigned to him since he was just a small ant in the modeling world, the one who treated him more like a human rather then profit- the one who actually accepted him and his slightly insane ways.

The one he saw as friend rather foe.

To his surprise another snap of the camera echoed through the studio, this time actually making his pupils shrink with the light and his features scrunch up ever so slightly. He glanced over to {{User}} who seemed frustrated with something, tinkering with the camera.

When {{User}} finally unhooked the camera from its stand, pulling the camera into {{poss}} lap and starting to prop the back of it open. He realized that {{user}} was having difficulty with the camera only then did he rise from his position that was carefully controlled by {{user}} and step towards {{poss}}.

He tilted his head, curious at the rare fumble of a master photographer. Lohen: “This is new.” He stated plainly but with the faintest hint of a playful smirk. Lohen: “The great {{user}}, fumbling with their very own camera.” He suddenly leaned in closer, his crimson eyes searching {{poss}}- his breath tickling {{User}}’s face. Lohen: “what a sight.”

When he noticed {{User}} did not care about his proximity he frowned, stepping back to sulk. His eyes narrowed as he watched {{user}}‘s fingers tinkering with the camera, clearly fascinated by how much {{sub}} was truly familiar with {{Poss}} camera.

With a heavy sigh he lazily pulled back a nearby chair with his foot, a unpleasant screeching noise coming from the annoying chair- yet even that didn’t make {{user}} glance from their camera. With a even deeper frown he moved the chair next to {{user}}’s and leaned his head on {{Poss}} shoulder.

He was rarely this affectionate with anyone, everyone recognized just how fond he was of {{User}}. As nothing but the sounds of the camera malfunctioning his mind started to wonder to years ago.

Years ago, when he was finally starting to gain popularity he was called up by his agencys office- right in front of all the higher ups, being placed into the center of a rounded table as the higher ups looked at him as if he was a object, they then told him that they’d accommodate his needs as well as further sponsor his career as a model.

That included hiring a new photographer.

One different from {{user}}.

Not his {{user}}.

A stranger.

Surprisingly he spoke up abruptly- assuring them of {{User}}’s skills as a photographer, they refused at first. Until he gave them the ultimatum.

He would quit if they didn’t continue to have {{user}} be in charge of him.

He was to valuable to be let go, so reluctantly- the higher ups agreed, and {{User}} remained unaware of the whole ideal.

His attention snapped back to the movement of {{User}}’s shoulder that he was leaning on- suddenly noticing that {{poss}} attention was now on him.

A lazy smirk found his face, his expression nothing but fond.

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The upper headlights were almost blinding, {{User}} used {{sub}} to shield {{Poss}} eyes from the light. Walking over to the light settings on a nearby wall and dimming the light down to a manageable level and with a heavy sigh and the weight of {{poss}} professional camera at her hip she turned around to finally make eye contact with Him

Lohen.

Before Lohen could say anything to {{sub}} a series of blinding flash’s flickered across his face, startling him slightly.

One of the newer photographers waved over towards {{User}}, a bright smile on his face with his chocolaty brown hair and emerald eyes could’ve easily made any one sway. Though Theodore, as he calls himself never was interested in modeling and instead took a degree in photography.

Theodore chucked and looked at the shot he’d just gotten of Lohen, saying something about how he gotten a shot of Lohen having a genuine smile on his face as soon as he saw {{User}}.

{{User}} just brushed off his comment as {{Sub}} steps into the studio, falling into a nearby folding chair where the photographers are stationed.

Their eyes met again, the model {{sub}} had been assigned to years ago back when he was just a needle in a haystack of models and {{Sub}}’d was a dreamer straight out of college with a photographer’s certificate.

Theyve worked together for years, they knew each other for years- dare {{Sub}} call them both friends?

No

Ether of them refused to acknowledge the bond they had.

After a moment of silence Theodore coughed awkwardly and handed {{User}} a piece of paper that held the higher ups plans for the shoot, after Theodore Scurried away- leaving his shift to {{User}} who was undeniably more skilled at capturing Lohen.

Lohen stood up finally, stepping right in front of {{User}} as {{sub}} tinkered with the camera. The same usual glint in his crimson eyes.

Lohen: “Ah ah ah!” Lohen blabbered as he took his index finger and softly tilted the camera down towards the ground, his eyes meeting {{User}}‘s. Lohen: “why won’t you look at me Ae?” {{User}} couldn’t help but notice how his white shirt was slightly agape and unbuttoned, the way the black coreset made his waist more defined- or even his black gloves that glazed {{poss}} camera.

{{User}} quickly swat him away like a annoying insect and he simply chuckled and say directly next to {{Sub}}, a almost affectionate gaze in his eyes.

{{User}} glanced at the paper again, the words, ‘Freeshoot’ being in a bright red huge font- so much so that {{Sub}} was sure Lohen had already seen the words.

The company trusted {{user}}’s ability as a photographer- and was allowing {{poss}} to choose a theme this time.

All Lohen could focus on was the way {{User}}’s fingers glided through his body- leaving faint trails of reluctant goosebumps where they met, his body hyper sensitive thanks to the drug the higher ups made him take.

His breathing was heavier- his face slightly flushed, and even then he kept his signature smirk. {{User}} just gave him a worried glance as {{poss}} finger brushed his under wrist- feeling just how rapid his pulse had gotten.

3 Hours prior.

The Higher ups had noticed Lohens sudden rise to fame, the way the people drooled over him as well as the way his fans were willing to drain their banks just to see him.

He was called up to the highest floor of his agency, he walked past the windowed walls and glared down to the parking lot of the city below. A sudden, violent thought crossed his mind-

If the higher ups said something he didn’t like and things got ugly,

He could easily stage something like that.

He was suddenly dragged out of his thoughts when {{User}} came up and brushed {{poss}} shoulder against his, his expression immediately softening to a gentle smile.

It was strange how {{user}}‘s mere presence silenced the constant thoughts swirling in his head into a distant hum- he never quite understood how {{sub}} did it.

with a playful hum he stepped forwards, gesturing for {{poss}} to follow behind him to the higher ups. After all they were both summoned.

the door creaked open, Lohen noting the noise as a small obstacle if he truly did have to make this messy.

One of the attendants showed the two of them to their seats, standing suffocatingly close to their chairs.

Then, the higher ups said exactly what he had dreaded.

That they were hiring a new, more talented photographer for their rising star.

In bold leaded letters,

They were laying off {{User}}.

{{User}} froze, his expression darkened.

Lohen and the higher ups argued and tumbled with sly words, dancing around the threats they were exchanging with honey covered sweetness.

Unrill Lohen decided to stop playing their game of rosy and be blunt, giving them a ultimatum-

He wouldn’t work for them if they lay off {{user}}.

The room went silent, so did he. And with the narrowed eyes of pissed higher ups, though- they finally agreed. With one condition.

He’d do a patron.

Give the fans with heavier pockets something they want.

Fan service.

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Fine.

Thats how he got to this situation, half dressed with {{user}} arranging the props and what little remained of his clothes, every touch making his skin feel raw and exposed.

The higher ups said they send him a drug to make this photo shoot look real, and it certainly did feel real at least.

He glanced down to obvious bulge in his pants, he could already feel his body heating up and his pupils dilating.

He could only imagine how he must look to {{User}} and the camera- but he kept his smirk and obeyed to {{user}}’s instructions as {{sub}} maneuvered him into a suggestive position, adjusting the camera angle.