stirtheblood | REVERIE INBOX

—You want it?

[He is not going to use the hand that is currently both occupied and a mess, but he does use his left hand to immediately grab the phone where it was set aside to bring it closer to him.

But he has to be so careful about this! Just because he's using his non-dominant hand one-handed, that is no excuse to accidentally send a sex pic to an unrelated third party! Don't do it! Be sooooo careful!! He is going to be distracted taking his time with this.]

Ya don't have to send it right now.

[a little frustrated with the distraction. but as long as Ingo has his phone—]

...Could always get another one with you in it, though.

Oh... I apologize.

[He hesitates, unsure if he should continue or stop now that he's come this far. And now he feels dizzy with arousal and nerves at the suggestion. Part of him wants to start fucking Vicious immediately, as a reflex after hearing it.]

D... Do you want a picture like that?

Yeah.

[It's growled slightly.]

Maybe with you in me too?

Okay.

[He responds reflexively, in a daze, clearly not giving this much rational thought. He withdraws his hand immediately to start lubing up his cock instead, with the same impulsivity as he had pulling the phone over.]

Nice.

[Rational thought is overrated. Vicious for one is definitely not thinking too hard about why the idea of someone wanting to remember him, or of having something to remember himself, is so appealing.

Instead he grips his own cock with one hand and reaches up to touch the piercing with the other, thrusting up into his hand with a moan as he waits for Ingo to finish preparing himself.]

H-How are we going to take the picture when we are both so occupied—?

[He shoves himself up in between Vicious's legs, clearly not letting this question stop him from proceeding.]

[He hooks a leg around Ingo to pull himself closer.]

...Mmmmm, I bet you'll figure somethin' out.

You are not even going to try to think about it, even though you want it? ...That's fine.

[It's already blazingly hot that Vicious wants it at all, so Ingo is not going to lose enthusiasm just because he has to do all the work. The only reason he wants to outsource it at all is because he can't bear thinking about things on that practical of a level right now.

But those mechanics can wait a little bit. Ingo pushes into Vicious with a groan.]

Whaaaah...

[Vicious rocks up against Ingo with a throaty noise of his own.]

—What, ya wanna give me the phone and see how well I can take pictures while you're fuckin' me?

[He lifts a hand to look at the angle experimentally.]

I, think it will be difficult to get both of us in the frame, no matter which of us is doing it... But—if you want to—

[He is focusing his energy on moving his hips to thrust in and out, and not on grabbing any phones.]

[Vicious strokes his dick showily in time with Ingo's thrusts.]

View from here... ain't bad.

[After a moment, he tries to reach for Ingo's phone without looking, but this mostly involves his hand fumbling over the sheets, occasionally getting fully distracted with a sharp breath.]

Is it worth remembering something that "isn't bad?"

[He reaches over to the side too, seeing the phone and pushing it within Vicious's reach. Once he does, he moves that hand to press down on the newly pierced nipple, feeling the difference.]

[Now that Vicious is fully flushed with arousal, the press of the unyielding metal against his sensitized skin is much more intense. He is certainly not going to manage to pick up the phone while Ingo is doing that.]

Hnnng,, ah... haha, you sayin' I looked way better than that? Well, yeah. Yeah, you look good too. Wanna... save that look on your face, and remember how much you want it. Wanna see how hard I am, and remember how it feels.

Mmm, of course. You look radiant with pleasure right now!

[He barely even registers the comment about his own appearance, which is for the best, because if he lingered on it, he'd become too self-conscious very quickly. As it is, he remains in a daze of arousal, responding instinctively, and he'd rather focus on how Vicious looks than on himself.

He thrusts into Vicious, grinding in deep and staying there for a bit, so that he can focus on slowly rolling that nipple, to see how it moves, and how Vicious reacts.]

[Vicious lifts his hips, shifting the angle to get Ingo a tiny bit deeper. Then he holds still to feel the attention to his nipple properly as well. His eyelids flutter, and after a few moments he moans at the way increasingly raw-feeling nerves shoot sensation straight down between his legs.

His grip tightens on his dick. His free arm jerks reflectively too, and it hits Ingo's phone, so he manages to close his hand around it, finally.]

Ya like... that?

Mmmm, I do... But, more importantly, do you like it?

[He holds onto Vicious's hip with his other hand, pressing him down onto his dick. He tugs a little more firmly than before on the dangling piece of the piercing.]

Fuck—

[Vicious's body goes taut, pressing back up against Ingo and down into the mattress.]

—yeah, I like it. Feels... good. Like nothin' else.

That is worthy of remembering...

[He tugs at it again, but this time he goes back to thrusting his hips.]

Nnng.

[Vicious shudders as Ingo thrusts in again.]

...I'm gonna remember it no matter what. But... should still take a picture, for sure.

[This is clearly the best time to start fumbling with Ingo's phone to try to pull up the camera.]

[He refuses to question that premise in a situation like this. He just nods, still moving his body.]

If you want to, then absolutely!

I wanna.

[Enough that he lets go of his dick, because he definitely cannot manage this one-handed, and hooks an ankle over Ingo's shoulder so he's a little steadier.

Even so this is more of a challenge than he expected, probably because he wasn't thinking about it very hard. He does eventually manage to get the camera app open, but then it's a matter of taking the picture. At first he tries holding the phone up, but he's close enough that he can only get Ingo in frame above the waist. Then he tries it with the phone low beside his hip. That angle can capture a lot more of the action, but Vicious's erection occupies most of the frame, and the motion as Ingo fucks him complicates things, as does the fact that Vicious definitely cannot hold his arm steady. Trying to focus on something this mundane while his whole body is taut with desire is a bit of a head trip, and each time Ingo sinks in is a wave of pleasure that tempts him to give up on the effort.

Fortunately(?) Vicious takes the shotgun approach to photography, and he keeps tapping the button the whole time. Ingo is going to have a lot of very blurry and very explicit photos on his phone. But surely a few of them will be at least okay.]

[A voice in the back of his mind is very embarrassed about all of this, but a louder voice is ecstatic to have this shameful desire entertained with enthusiasm. He knows he probably should slow down to let Vicious take better pictures of him, or pose for them in any way, but he can't bring himself to do so. He feels unbearably hot, and so he has to keep moving, as if the heat will catch up to him and burn him up otherwise.]

Ahhhhh, Vicious. If I—if you—

[No, articulating thoughts that are anything other than feverish dirty talk is also too hard. He abandons that until later.]

Nnnnn, gooddd, good, good job—get yourself in the picturrreeee—

Mm, yeah—

[Vicious holds the phone as far away from himself as he can reach to try to get them both in the frame, craning his neck to see the screen. His free hand fists in the sheets until he realizes he could be using it more productively, and reflexively goes back to gripping his aching cock. For about two seconds he even manages to kind of pose that way, but then he loses his grip on the phone and drops it on his head.]

Gah, fuck.

[That is too much of an obstacle to recover from. Vicious makes no attempt to retrieve it, instead stroking himself quickly and digging his heels into Ingo's back as he shifts his hips up to meet his thrusts.]

...Fuck, c'mon, harder...!

Ahhh, that's fine, you tried—

[Ingo heeds the advice, thrusting in harder. But he also twists the pierced nipple harder, turning the barbell like a dial.]

We can make you even more of a mess first, before we try again...!

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