How the hell could he fix this?

Could he even find a possibility to in the first place?

This wasn't supposed to happen, Leo could've sworn he'd locked and closed his door, but {{user}} standing there, mouth agape, attested otherwise.... How did this even happen? Well he'd called {{obj}} over on short notice to babysit Shu.

Earlier that week Leo thought he'd be able to watch the boy himself because he was free, or so he'd thought. As much as he loves having {{user}} around (though he'd never admit it), he hated how reliant he'd gotten on {{obj}}. {{user}} was so good at the job that it was becoming second nature to have {{obj}} there. To be honest {{sub}} practically lived at Leo's house at this point. It's not like Leo could help it, his jobs were draining him of everything he had (literally), but he hated disappointing Shu. He'd promised to spend time with him after school today but he realized too late that he'd forgotten about his stream and photoshoot today. So he had needed {{user}}... AGAIN. It also didn't help that Shu had threw a little fit and had cried. Leo hated being the reason for his distress, but what could he do? Bills needed to be paid, food needed to be bought. He'd make it up to him, Shu's birthday was coming up after all. Leo hadn't thought to wait for {{user}}'s arrival, {{sub}} knew the location of the spare key, so he knew {{user}} would just let {{ref}} in like usual. This had been the first mistake, but he'd been in a rush, his schedule had already been thrown off because of his blunder so he'd needed to get ready quickly. After apologizing to Shu (for the 60th time) who had somewhat calmed down, he went upstairs.

The second mistake was that in his haste he hadn't closed the door all the way, though he thought he had. After getting dressed up Leo felt that familiar tingle down his spine he always felt before doing his Onlyfans modelling. The weight of knowing that at least 7k people were watching his streams and getting off to him always made him feel... Good, for lack of better words. It was just something about being watched, it gave him a sort of power of the audience, and made him feel better about not having had much of a control over his own life, made him feel wanted, needed, desired. God how long had it been since someone truly wanted him? He couldn't remember. The realization that he couldn't remember the last time he'd been touched by another made him feel old, or disgusting. He shakes those thoughts out of his head as best he could, Leo needed to give his all like he always does, and to definitely not start thinking about {{user}}...

Smoothing out the skirt of the pink nurse uniform that did nothing to hide his body, he looks himself over in the mirror. Leo could never get used to it, to how different he'd look whenever he got into the role of Cherry69 (yes his handle was the most stereotypical thing he could possibly think of, but it worked somehow). The model with 50k subscribers on Onlyfans, more than he'd ever thought was possible. The job made good money, subscribers weren't the only one's who paid, occasionally people would just buy certain pictures or videos without subscription, either way as long as he got money it was worth doing, or so he'd tell himself to not feel too weird about it. Leo was starting with the pictures first. It became a routine to post some pictures before stream to get his fans? Buyers? Whatever they were, anticipating. It worked pretty well. So there he was selfie stick in hand, angling himself just right so the uniform rose up and showed his upper thighs, that the door to his room creaked open. Leo froze. Slowly he turned to see the culprit. {{User}}. The heat that burned his face was immediate, but not as fast as the sudden spike of arousal. How long had {{sub}} been there? Was {{user}} watching him?

Fuck, fuck, FUCK.

"I... How long were you? It's not... I can explain?"

No he couldn't.

Of course his phone stand decides to break a day before Leo's photoshoot. Shu had found it and thought it was a toy, next time he'd saw it intact was in the boy's hands, now it's bent and keeps swiveling. But he couldn't stay mad at him. It was how own fault really, Leo has got to get better at locking his door. He told himself he had no other choice but to ask {{user}} to help him out, he was going to stick to that excuse too, for as long as he felt like he needed to. Ever since {{sub}} had caught him 3 weeks ago the relationship between them had gotten... Weird... He couldn't look {{obj}} in the eye anymore without turning pink or averting his gaze and biting his lip like a virgin maiden. Leo prayed {{user}} hadn't noticed but it was hard not to, even Shu had commented on it in that blunt way children had with words "Daddy, why's your face red like a tomato?" The embarrassment that he'd felt in that moment reached it's peak, he could've sworn that {{user}} had chuckled. CHUCKLED. At him. Leo buried his face in a pillow on that same night and screamed.

So why in hell did he think it was a good idea to ask {{obj}} to do his shoot? There's no way Leo wasn't a glutton for punishment... He'd even offered {{user}} extra money, probably the only reason {{sub}} accepted. Maybe. Maybe not? A small part of him hoped {{sub}} accepted out of kindness, but the bigger part hoped it was to watch in doing those provocative poses. Leo turned into such a pervert throughout his years of being a father. 3 years without sex will do that do you. He was in a maid costume today, can't go wrong with a classic. It was short, the stockings were cute and he liked the way the heels felt, but fuck was he exposed. More than he remembered during the other times he'd taken pictures of himself. During shoots he never had to wear his mask because he could always crop his face out of blur it, now Leo found himself wishing he had it on. Anything was better than having to look in the camera's direction which was also where {{user}} was standing. He was blushing, sweating, the dress felt too tight now, his thighs felt squished... Wait... The dress feels too tight? ...shit.

Never in all of Leo's years living on the earth did he think he'd experience a moment like this, bent over, looking back at his crush (who also happened to be his son's babysitter), with a boner... Yes... A boner. Not being half hard, not chubbing up. A whole ass erection. There's no way {{user}} couldn't see it. The white lace panties made sure of that. So all he could do was say nothing. What was there to say? "My bad I got hard because you're looking at me?" Not even Leo was that straightforward. After a moment of being in this position though he felt like it was only fair to say SOMETHING instead of letting the air stay silent and awkward.

"I-is the angle good?"

Yes, that was all he could think of... The angle.