Chapter 18
Alex’s naked n****e. The patch of fine brown hair at the middle of his chest. His navel. The line of hairs that thickened as they led from belly to groin. His hand on his stiff c**k, this time with no clothes in the way. His mouth on Damian’s c**k. Damian snapped photos of it all—flash turned off; the filtered daylight through Alex’s window blinds was enough. He even took one video, a fifteen-second capture of a kiss between them, taken shakily with his outstretched arm.
Damian murmured encouragements and dirty suggestions throughout, still with no idea what gave him the courage. These would be by far the most intimate photos he’d ever taken, though his focus grew sloppy as they progressed.
When he slid himself into Alex, he finally switched off the camera and placed both han
