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Exposure Therapy

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Sky fidgeted in his chair as Pakin paced across the front of the small seminar room, moving in and out of the beaming light of a projector. He commanded the class as he spoke, demanding attention from every student present. His detailed explanations about the composition of each photo and the advanced techniques he used were illuminating, but Sky was so nervous that he could barely pay attention.

It was obvious to the entire class that they were lucky to have a nationally-renowned, award-winning portrait photographer like Pakin instructing a portion of their photography and film seminar. However, after that humiliating incident modelling in front of the class during the last session, Sky really had been hoping that he’d never have to see Pakin again. The man was a brilliant photographer and a great instructor, of course, but he seemed hell bent on putting Sky in the cross hairs of his lens.

Pakin’s dark eyes swept the room as he spoke, but somehow they always landed on Sky and lingered just a little too long.

Sky wished Pakin would stop staring at him. It was already hard enough for him to be sitting in front of the man, especially after he’d rushed out of the last class, not to mention the way he’d spoken to Pakin in the hall. Sky wasn’t sorry for what he’d said, but that didn’t make having to see the man again any less uncomfortable. Thankfully the seminar ended without another incident, meaning he could escape from the older man’s all too keen gaze.

However, as Sky was packing up to leave, a low, steady voice shot down his hope for escape.

“Nong Sky,” Pakin called, stopping him in his tracks.

Sky paused for what felt like forever as if he were some kind of prey animal. If he didn’t move, maybe Pakin would forget about him and go away. Everyone else finished packing up and trailed out the door. He and Pakin were the only ones left in the room by the time he looked up with a shy glance and responded, “Yes, Phi Pakin?”

Pakin stared at him with a smug sort of look on his face. He didn’t talk for a moment. Sky was pretty sure he was getting him back for his hesitance just a minute before. The seminar room was empty by the time Pakin broke the silence. “I’d like you to come by my studio again sometime.”

“What? Why?”

“Why? Doesn’t my reputation precede me?” Pakin leaned in, intimidating Sky with his closeness. “You know why, Nong Sky. I don’t just shoot anyone. I only shoot people who catch my eye, and you caught my eye.”

Sky’s gaze dropped to the floor because he just couldn’t keep holding Pakin’s dark, unrelenting gaze. His cheeks had to be getting red with how hot his face felt.

“Sun is the one who promised to take those types of photos for you. Not me,” Sky stammered.

“What types of photos, Nong?”

“You know what I mean.”

Pakin hummed, clearly feigning ignorance. “I honestly don’t remember. Could you elaborate for me? What did Sun and I agree on?”

Sky glared at Pakin. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes when he saw the man’s lips twitch, clearly holding back a smirk. “You’re planning to take boudoir photos with him.”

“Oh. The plan was nude photos actually. But come to think of it, I like your boudoir idea. Anyway, I promise you will get to keep some clothes on,” Pakin drawled. He handed Sky his card. His PKN logo and number were emblazoned in silver across the thick black paper.

Pakin’s lips curled into a smile as soon as Sky took the proffered card. “Send me a text with your schedule, and I’ll let you know which day works best, okay?”

Sky didn’t answer, but he waied politely with the card between his sweaty palms. Finally making his escape, he collected his things and rushed out the door. The entire time he could feel Pakin’s eyes on him. The man’s dark gaze followed him out of the room, filling him with something that wasn’t quite the dread of being captured on film, but it was uncomfortably close.

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Outside the classroom, Sky barely made it down the hall before a group of his classmates confronted him. They ambushed him in the breezeway, stopping him excitedly.

“Sky, did Phi Pakin ask you to stay back after class?”

“What did you talk about?”

Sky shuffled nervously, but didn’t brush past his classmates even though he wanted to. “It was nothing. He just gave me his card and offered to take some pictures with me. I guess he likes my look.”

One of his classmates practically screamed. “Oh my god, Sky! I knew it! After he picked you out during the first seminar, I knew you caught his eye. Does he really want to photograph you still? Even after you ran away last time?” he said with a snort of laughter.

Another classmate smacked him, chastising him for that last comment. “Stop it. But, Sky, that's a big deal. Pakin only photographs like the most famous people.”

“When he’s not turning other famous people down! It’s not about the fame for Pakin, it’s a certain look he’s after. A portrait shoot with him would be amazing for your career.”

Sky stared down at his feet as his classmates went on and on. After a while, he had to cut in, saying, “It’s not that big a deal. And it’s not going to happen anyway. I’m going to call and tell him I can’t do it.”

The silence from his classmates was deafening, but not as deafening as their shrill cries when the shock wore off.

“What do you mean you can’t do it? You have to do it!”

“Yeah, Sky! This is Phi Pakin we’re talking about here! You’re an actor! Most people would kill for headshots from him.”

Sky huffed out an exhausted breath. “Well, I’m not most people, and my headshots from when I first joined Dream Entertainment are fine. My looks haven’t changed much.”

His classmates were all shaking their heads, disbelief clear in their frowns.

“You’re going to kick yourself if you don’t take this opportunity to work with a big shot like Phi Pakin.”

“Yeah, Sky. What’s holding you back? At least take some time before you decide to say no outright.”

Sky sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and shook his head. “Fine. Fine. I just…I’ll think about it tonight. Happy?”

His classmates cheered. They seemed satisfied with his answer, at least satisfied enough to move the conversation on to other film related topics. Sky trailed along with them to the cafe they hung out in between classes. He was typically pretty talkative, but didn’t add much to the conversation that afternoon. His head was in a cloud of dread thinking about what he’d say to Pakin. How would he turn the man down?

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Sky didn’t end up texting Pakin at all. Avoidance was unfortunately his chosen strategy. He’d thought long and hard about it and decided it was best to just forget about the man and his camera. The seminar had wrapped up anyway. Pakin would move on and find someone else who’d catch his eye; Sky was sure of it.

So, Sky was a little extra nervous when he ended up in Pakin’s studio to take the character headshots after getting cast in his first series.

When the director introduced them on the set of the photoshoot, Pakin didn’t correct her by letting her know they’d met before. He just gave Sky a judgemental look up and down.

“Sky? Are you going to be okay today?” Pakin waved a strict finger in his face. “Don’t waste my time.”

Sky didn’t let his expression betray him, but he was cringing on the inside. Pakin’s usual blunt and domineering way of speaking felt a little too personal. He probably wasn’t used to being turned down. Pakin didn’t work with just anyone, and Sky had thrown away a chance to get his image out there by not texting the man.

But Sky wasn’t kicking himself. He’d gotten the opportunity with this casting and ended up in the same place either way. He felt a little vindicated, even if it meant he had pissed off an already difficult photographer and now had to work with him.

The vindicated feeling didn’t last long. As soon as he was in front of the camera, Sky’s whole world came crashing down like it always did. He managed to make it through Pakin’s shoot, but then the media team surrounded him, putting their phones and cameras in his face.

Every time, Sky hoped maybe it wouldn’t happen, and maybe he could just have his photo taken without making a scene. He thought he was over what had been done to him as a child, but when the time he recovered, he was surrounded by the entire crew. The director looked at him with a worried, but weary expression.

Pakin was simply exasperated.

“This isn’t just camera shyness. He is really sick.”

Pakin’s harsh words hit deep, but Sky knew it was true. He was sick, his fear and trauma had made him sick and he’d been sick for a long time.

Confessing to Sun and Kajorn after everyone else left them alone had helped take some of the weight off his chest. Despite the stress brought on by his panic attack, after the whole ordeal at the studio, Sky felt better than he ever had before. Kajorn promised to get him some help. He’d be able to see a doctor and overcome his fear once and for all.

As the day passed and evening rolled around, Sky sat in bed with his phone in one hand and Pakin’s business card in the other. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he thought about Pakin’s words after he’d recovered from his panic attack.

He was sick. It was true, and Pakin clearly knew more than he was letting on. He knew Sky was afraid of cameras. How? Maybe he’d gleaned everything he needed from the seminar, or maybe he’d been able to see it in his eyes. Either way, Pakin hadn't stopped, not even when he saw the fear rise in Sky. It was as if he wanted to see what would happen.

And nothing had happened, not until the media team appeared with their phones and cameras.

Shaking his head, Sky tried not the think about why being shot by Pakin had never caused him to freeze up completely. Not in the same way he had in front of other cameras. It was strange.

With a determined breath, Sky tapped the number on the business card into his phone. He decided to stop avoiding the man. He sent a text.

SKY

Hello Phi Pakin. This is Sky from Dream Entertainment. I’m sorry I didn’t text you after the seminar.

I just wanted to apologize for the incident today. I’m glad the photos you managed to take can still be used, but I’m sorry again for messing up the shoot.

I know this may be sudden since I didn’t contact you after you gave me your card, but I wanted to ask if you’d still like to have me by your studio sometime?

There was more Sky wanted to say. He wanted to promise that he was feeling better, that he wouldn’t waste Pakin’s time again, but he kept it to those simple lines. Introduction, apology and request. That was it. Anything more would be too much.

Sky waited a minute to see if Pakin would reply right away. Just as he was about to give up and tuck away his phone, three dots appeared below his message.

Then they disappeared. And reappeared.

Sky winced. Pakin was clearly thinking about how to respond. From that animated ellipsis, Sky could tell he was either about to be harped on or the ellipsis would disappear for good and he’d get left on read. He wasn’t sure which was worse.

Thankfully, when Pakin’s text did eventually come through, it was professional…enough.

PAKIN

Like I said…send me your schedule.

I’ll set up a time for you, Nong Sky.

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Sky and Pakin exchanged information and not one week later, Sky found himself standing in front of the big black letters of PKN Studio. Just a short while ago, he could only have ever dreamed about standing in that place, now here he was for a third time in as many weeks.

“Welcome back, Nong Sky.” The way Pakin answered the door had Sky’s lashes fluttering. He blinked rapidly and forced his gaze away from the man’s exposed chest. Pakin was barely wearing that pinstripe linen housecoat of his and a pair of matching bottoms that did nothing to hide the fact that he was going commando underneath.

“You didn’t have to rush to answer. I could have waited at the door until you were dressed,” Sky muttered.

Pakin smirked around the steaming rim of a coffee cup. “You should be honored. I don’t usually come to the door personally, you know?”

“Where’s your assistant?” Sky looked past Pakin around the inside of the studio. He couldn’t help but notice the gaggle of assistants, technical and lighting staff who had been there when they’d come for Sun’s headshots were not present.

“Is it just us?”

Pakin hummed. “I thought you would like some privacy.”

As the door closed behind him, Sky stopped in his tracks. He glared at the back of Pakin’s head as the man kept on walking ahead of him for a while.

Pakin seemed to notice he was heading into the studio alone and turned around.

“What’s wrong now?” he asked.

“I’m not taking nude photos.”

“I’m surprised you’re taking pictures at all.” Pakin chuckled. He stepped back up to Sky and set a firm hand on his shoulder. “That’s not what this is. After what happened last time, I thought it would be easier if we could work on that camera shyness of yours together, just us two.”

Sky blinked. Why was Pakin being so friendly? It felt like a trap.

Sky followed Pakin into his studio warily. He probably shouldn’t have gone alone. He probably should have told Kajorn or Sun that he was there. But, he wanted to do something on his own. He wanted to face his fear.

“You were screaming at everyone to stop taking pictures, stop filming,” Pakin said as they took the Escher-like halls and steps down to his main office. “When you had that panic attack, what was it you were thinking about? What caused it? Do you even know?”

“Yes. I know,” Sky answered. He paused, hesitant at first, but after a deep breath he decided to spill his guts out. He’d already embarrassed himself in front of Pakin, telling him the whole story couldn’t hurt.

“I was bullied in school by some of my seniors. They were waiting for me in the bathroom one day, stripped me and took photos. One of them had a big camera that he shoved in my face while they beat me up and forced me to take pictures. Filmed me.” He raised his eyes and met Pakin’s steady gaze. “So you see, I wasn’t filmed secretly like you thought. It was right in my face. No matter what I said, no matter how many times I begged or apologized, they didn’t stop."

Sky felt a heaviness seep out of his chest after saying it. The confession spilled out of him, made easier by the fact that he’d already told Sun and Kajorn. Even though he was a relative stranger, telling Pakin felt easier.

“That couldn’t have been a good experience,” Pakin murmured.

Sky frowned. “Of course it wasn’t a good experience. I was assaulted on camera.”

Pakin rolled his eyes. “I was trying to be sympathetic.”

“Well, you’re not very good at it.”

Pakin stared at him, dumbfounded. He seemed about ready to kick Sky out of his studio, and, for a minute, Sky wondered if he really would.

But instead, Pakin laughed.

“Fuck me,” he muttered, running his fingers through his hair. “I want to take your photo so badly.”

“And I want you to take my photo.” Sky chewed his bottom lip for a second before continuing. “After what happened during that last shoot and opening up about my past, I’ve started to feel better. Having such a severe panic attack and coming out of it made me realize that I can overcome this. I can. The fear of cameras is all just in my head, I know that, but…I need to be one hundred percent sure.”

“And you need to be in front of a camera again to make sure,” Pakin added presumptively. “And you don’t want your first day on set to be where you find out if you’re cured or not.”

Sky nodded. Pakin was really perceptive, but he supposed that made sense. The man spent his whole life capturing emotions on film.

“So will you help me?”

A slow smile crept over Pakin’s lips.

“Follow me.”

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Pakin brought him to a studio room that was different from his white set up. This second room was clearly a place used to capture a subject with atmosphere. A large plush couch sat against a wall with curtains of various fabrics that could be pulled across the couch or used as a backdrop to change the look and feel of the space. Various props lined the walls, but in general the set was much more homey than the other studio that focused on headshots against a simple white background.

Sky shuddered a little when Pakin ushered him over to the couch and started to set up his camera, but he didn’t freeze up or tense like he used to. He did feel better, even if he had to resist closing his eyes, wincing when Pakin raised his camera and took a test shot.

Sky sucked in a deep breath, he grounded himself. He stared down the lens, facing his fear.

The camera lowered revealing Pakin’s face once more. “I’m going to need you to unclench your fists and relax your jaw.”

Sky exhaled. He hadn’t even realized how tense he was.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Pakin said with a smirk. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone with a dictionary definition phobia before. It’s very interesting. You really are terrified of the camera, aren’t you?”

Sky wanted to laugh but it just came out as an annoyed huff. “You need to ask? You’ve seen me.”

Pakin approached him, holding the camera. The lights around the set flashed in time with the shutter’s click. The closer he got the harder fear gripped Sky’s chest. He wanted to look away, anywhere but at Pakin and his camera.

As the dark lens filled his vision, Sky couldn’t help himself from picturing those boys from school. They way the camera was in his face. Too close.

Pakin pulled the camera down, his face reappearing once again allowing Sky to exhale.

“You’re still tense.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Why don’t you try holding the camera?”

“What?”

Pakin held out the black box, the thing Sky feared most. “Try it. Maybe you’ll feel differently if you’re the one taking the pictures.”

Sky shivered as he stared at the device. It was the exact type of camera those boys at school had used, not the same model, but that type. He hated it. More than film cameras he hated those photography cameras with their big lenses. He couldn’t stand that dark void.

Sky stood from the couch and approached slowly. He took the camera from Pakin with shaky hands.

“There you go. Now the only thing you need to be scared of is dropping my baby. That’s nearly a quarter million baht. Be careful,” Pakin said with a wink.

Sky nodded as the other man switched places with him, wandering onto the set. Glancing away from Pakin, Sky focused on the camera in his hands. Pakin was right, being behind the lens felt different. Forcing his hands to steady, Sky gripped the device and felt out all the different parts and pieces.

“I know you said you weren’t taking nude photos, but maybe you’re more open to it this way around.”

Sky glanced back up. He was glad he’d just adjusted his grip because he nearly dropped the camera.

Pakin stood in front of the couch letting his housecoat slide down over his shoulders. With his sculpted body free of the fabric, he tossed it aside. He then dropped his hands to the tie of his pajama bottoms and made quick work of the bow.

Sky sucked in a breath, staring as Pakin stripped in front of him. “Phi Pakin, I—I should—”

“Don’t look at me with your eyes, Sky. Look through the viewfinder. I’m your model now.”

Sky licked his lips nervously before doing exactly as he was told. He hid his face behind the camera and peered at Pakin through the viewfinder.

Sky tried to control his heavy breaths as Pakin let his pants fall to the floor. The man stepped out of them and stretched, putting the full length of his perfectly toned body on display. With a smirk, he sat back on the couch and positioned himself in a pose that was too good not to capture.

Without thinking, Sky tapped the shutter button and the lights flashed.

Pakin chuckled. “How does it feel to be the one on the other side of the camera, Nong Sky?”

Sky reeled back with a gasp. “I’m sorry!”

“No. Don’t be sorry.” Pakin ushered him forward with the curl of one finger. “Keep going.”

Sky ducked back behind the camera if only to hide the fact that his face was burning hot. He had to be turning red all the way up to his ears. Chewing his bottom lip, he looked through the viewfinder again. He stepped closer so that he wasn’t capturing Pakin’s entire naked body anymore.

“Excuse me, Mister Man-behind-the-camera. Shouldn’t you tell your model how to pose?” Pakin drawled, raising a brow at him.

Sky tutted and clicked to capture that indignant expression. “I think you’re fine how you are,” he murmured before snapping another photo as Pakin rolled his eyes.

With a heavy sigh, Pakin moved suddenly. He lifted his naked body onto the couch and laid on his side with one elbow propped up on the arm of the sofa. He sprawled out with one leg long against the couch cushions and the other bent at the knee. The position put everything on display. Everything.

“Phi Pakin,” Sky said, looking away completely. He gripped the camera tight, lowering it to hold over his own crotch. He couldn’t help the reaction he was having seeing Pakin laid out on display. The man’s body was a work of art in and of itself, and Pakin clearly knew it.

“What?” Pakin asked with a smirk. “I have no issue with nudity, and I have no issue in front of the camera. Look, Sky. Look.”

Sky lifted his gaze back up and forced himself to meet Pakin’s steady, serious eyes.

“Take your photos. Remember the composition rules I taught in the seminar. Okay?”

With a deep breath, Sky lifted the camera once more. He braved capturing Pakin’s body at every angle as he lay in that open position.

“Are you feeling differently about the camera”—Pakin spoke between the loud snap and flash of the lights—”now that you were the one behind it with someone stripped bare in front of you.”

Sky took a deep breath and lowered the camera. He stared down at the object in his hands. Every time he was in front of that dark lens, he’d always been brought back to that terrible place on the bathroom floor, beaten, broken and sobbing as the camera flashed above him.

He always locked up, horror gripping him as he remembered that moment, but never once in his life had he thought about the perspective of the bully on the other side of the camera. He honestly didn’t know what to think about that perspective.

In a few quick steps he was next to the couch, standing over Pakin’s naked body.

“Take it,” Sky said, thrusting the camera out toward Pakin. He wasn’t scared of the thing anymore. He just felt dirty.

Pakin lifted his hand, looking like The Creation of Adam as he reached out. He wrapped his long fingers around Sky’s on the device, briefly smoothing a touch over his trembling skin, making them tingle as he took the camera back.

“If you’re done, let's take a look at your work, shall we?”

Sky barely had a chance to blink before Pakin rolled up off the couch. The man brushed by him as he wandered back off set to the computer where all the images Sky was taking had been uploaded. Thankfully, he grabbed his housecoat on the way. At least it was something to cover him up, even if he threw it on over his shoulders so hastily he didn’t even bother to do up the tie. The soft linen hung open around his naked body as he leaned over the desk and tapped through the photos Sky had taken.

“Hm, some of these actually aren’t bad,” Pakin murmured.

With a smirk he stopped on one particular shot from the foot of the couch. His long legs and the angle of his Adonis belt seemed to guide the eye to his thick, but flaccid cock. At the top of the frame, his dark eyes were hooded in a lusty stare as he looked directly into the camera, eyeing it with a hungry gaze.

Sky wasn’t sure if that gaze was for him or just for the camera.

“Very tasteful,” Pakin said with a nod.

Sky turned away from the computer. His face heated at the compliment, though he wasn’t entirely sure if Pakin was being sarcastic or not. “You’re the professional so I’ll take your word for it,” he muttered.

Pakin smirked. He belted his housecoat before taking the camera once more. Lifting it to his eye, he immediately snapped a new photo.

Pakin’s smile widened when the picture appeared in full colour on his computer screen. “You’re cute when you blush, Nong Sky. So, now that you’ve been on the other side of the camera, are you ready to take your turn?”

Sky nodded slowly. He stepped back toward the couch and sat down. The seat was still warm where Pakin had been laying moments before. Sky pursed his lips as he thought about the other man’s naked body sprawled out there.

Still wearing just his robe, Pakin finished setting up a few things on the computer before striding back over to the couch. He stopped close, his camera in hand.

“Ready, Nong Sky?” he said. His voice caused Sky to look up and that look earned Sky another flash as Pakin snapped a photo. “Your eyes are so soft right now. Vulnerable.”

Sky briefly glanced away before finding his courage and lifting his gaze back up to meet Pakin’s. He stared, no longer vulnerable, but determined and fierce.

Lifting a hand to his chest, he undid the top button on his shirt. The next one followed, exposing more and more skin along the dip of his collarbone.

Pakin coughed, he seemed to choke on a breath. “What are you doing, Nong?” he asked, his voice huskier than it had been before. He’d clearly registered the shift in Sky’s eyes and was not unaffected by what he’d seen.

“I know you said no nude photos, but”—Sky glanced up and noticed Pakin’s brows twitch with interest—“it might help me.”

Pakin hummed, his eyes growing heavy with an expression Sky couldn’t quite read. “You saw how I was posing before. Think you can do that?”

Sky pursed his lips, unsure.

Pakin seemed to read him with relative ease, because he smiled and said, “Shall we start somewhere simpler?”

“What’s simpler?” Sky asked, knowing he wasn’t ready to just spread out naked on the couch. He was building confidence, not injecting it straight into his veins.

“Take off your clothes and sit with your knees pulled up to your chest,” Pakin instructed.

Sky did as he was told. He stripped and set his clothes aside neatly before taking a seat on the couch. He hugged his knees tight to his chest and rested his chin between them.

Pakin didn’t say a word. He simply stared, long and hard, before lifting his camera once more. Sky’s heavy breathing was the only sound filling the studio apart from the beep, click and flash of the lights.

Sky shivered. An odd mix of emotions flowed through him. The juxtaposition of the cold air on his skin and the heat in his blood from being in front of the camera put him in a strange head space. He wasn’t quite scared anymore. The strange newness of the risqué situation distracted him from his fear.

“I know how you feel having your photo taken,” Pakin said, his voice a soft murmur as he spoke from behind the camera. “Do you want to know how I felt while you were taking my photo?”

“How did you feel?” Sky prompted.

“Like I was struggling not to get a hard on the entire time.”

As Sky gaped at him, Pakin caught the expression with a flash.

“Phi Pakin,” Sky snapped at him, earning himself another flash.

Pakin chuckled as he stepped closer to the couch. “I like the way your nose and cheeks go red with emotion. Keep looking at me. You’re not scared right now, are you? You’re upset with me. Angry?”

“Annoyed,” Sky corrected Pakin quickly. He rolled his eyes, his tight grip relaxing on his legs as the photographer continued capturing different angles of his naked body.

Any tension he had felt before slowly faded. As he looked up and past the camera, the faces of those senior boys from school who’d bullied him disappeared completely, only to be replaced by Pakin and his wolfish grin.

Sky licked his lips. There was something erotic about the way Pakin stood over him with his chest on display. The robe he wore was barely being held shut by the loose tie at his waist.

Pakin paused for a minute. The camera lowered and his face came into full view once more. “Choose another pose for me, Nong. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

Sky sucked in a breath. He had never been more aroused in his life. The voyeuristic nature of what they were doing overrode something in his brain, triggering lust instead of fear.

He felt brave and safe in Pakin’s studio. He’d taken pictures of Pakin. Now Pakin was taking pictures of him. It was reciprocal. Consensual. Pakin didn’t want to hurt him. Pakin wanted…

Sky’s breath caught in his throat. The tie on Pakin’s housecoat had gradually given up the ghost trying to hold the robe shut. A long strip of the man’s bare skin appeared. He clearly wasn’t struggling not to get hard anymore. His cock seemed to twitch in time with the next flash of his camera.

Sky couldn’t hold back a moan as he let go of his legs. He turned on the couch and positioned himself in a similar pose to what Pakin showed him before. Laying back, he dropped one leg off the edge of the couch while the other bent at the knee.

“That’s it,” Pakin’s voice lulled Sky as he repositioned himself back against the cushions. “Just like that. You look amazing on camera, Nong Sky,” Pakin breathed.

“I don’t want the camera,” Sky whispered.

Pakin hummed low in his throat. “Yes, I know, that’s why we’re doing this.” Another flash filled the room.

Sky shook his head. “No, I mean, I want to see your face, Phi Pakin.”

Pakin lowered the camera, holding it at his chest level. His dark, hungry gaze sent a shudder through Sky.

Pakin smirked just before a final flash filled the room. Then the camera beeped.

“What else do you want, Nong Sky?” Pakin asked. “Look at the camera and tell me.”

Sky stared into the dark lens of Pakin’s camera as a small red light appeared. The camera was in video mode. He was being filmed.

Sky wet his lips nervously. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths, but they weren’t panicked. He was just so turned on, that he found himself panting for air.

He went from licking to biting his bottom lip as his fingers slipped down his bare chest. Reaching between his legs with one hand, he cupped his cock and balls. He didn’t do it to hide, rather to play with the heated skin. He massaged himself using the warm friction of his palm before slipping his grip up to stroke his cock.

“Phi Pakin,” he breathed. “I want you.”

Pakin’s chest rumbled with a groan. He stared at the screen on his camera as he approached, his gaze only briefly flicking up to watch Sky pleasure himself.

“That’s it. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Sky whined as he stroked his own cock.

“You like being on film. You want the camera here.”

Like the flash of his camera, Pakin’s words sparked a jolt of pleasure through Sky’s entire body. Those words hit his brain which incepted the thought as if it were his own.

He liked being on film. He wanted the camera here. He wanted to keep all the footage and remember the day he seduced Pakin so thoroughly.

Sky tried to keep his eyes open, tried to keep them on the camera, but lust made his eyelids heavy. An overwhelming sensation roared through him as his fist moved faster and faster. As heat swelled in his lower abdomen, he couldn’t stop himself from rolling his hips up, thrusting into his own hand. The slick wet sounds of him fucking his own fist filled the room.

“Yes. Just like that,” Pakin’s said, his voice low and husky. He stepped even closer, partially joining Sky on the couch as he put one knee on the cushion between his legs. “I want a shot of it all across your body. Stroke yourself. Harder. Come for me, Sky. Give me that shot.”

Sky cried out. He arched his back as the shock of coming on command ripped through his body. He pumped himself slower, milking his seed out onto the smooth flat line of his abdomen. He shook and shuddered as his sensitive cock twitched in his grip.

Pakin’s camera beeped and suddenly the flashes were back. Sky was too high on pleasure to care as the man above him focused a shot on his heaving, come slicked stomach.

“Fuck, Sky. You’re gorgeous.”

Pakin pressed a button and turned the camera around so that Sky could see the screen. The image was tiny in the little frame, but Sky could see well enough to know that his body was glowing with a post-orgasmic blush.

He liked it. He wanted more.

His gaze dropped from the camera back to Pakin. The man was still standing straddled over his thigh, one knee between his legs and one foot on the floor. His robe hung wide open now, leaving his hard cock twitching in the open air. Come was practically leaking from the tip, begging to drip down and add to the mess already spread across Sky’s belly.

“Phi Pakin,” Sky whispered as he rolled his hips up, grinding his body against Pakin’s thigh. He reached out and closed his fingers around the girth of Pakin’s cock. With slow gradual pulls, he stroked the thick length of it before his gaze rose back up to meet Pakin’s heavy-lidded bedroom eyes.

“Can we extend our session a bit longer today?” Sky asked.

Pakin’s lips curled into a smile. “Of course. We should get you as much exposure as possible. Also, I can think of a few more shots I still want to take.”

“Oh? Do you have a pose in mind?” Sky said, feigning innocence.

Pakin chuckled. Without answering, he let his robe fall off his arms, leaving the fabric piled on the ground behind him.

Pakin slipped fully up onto the couch and kneeled between the wide spread of Sky’s legs. He wrapped a free hand around the smaller man's narrow waist and, with a short tug, he pulled Sky into his lap. Lifting the camera once more, he snapped a picture of their cocks pressed together between their bodies.

“You’re so tiny compared to me, Nong. The contrast pictures perfectly,” Pakin murmured.

Sky blushed. He knew he should have stopped Pakin. This was too much. These types of pictures could haunt him for the rest of his life if they got out.

But in that moment, he didn’t care.

He was too high on pleasure and the idea of Pakin capturing his body on full display sent spikes of arousal shooting through him that seemed to peak with every flash of the lights.

Pakin expertly held his camera in one hand while slipping his fingers between his lips. Those long fingers left his mouth, shining and wet with saliva before dipping between Sky’s legs.

Sky shuddered. He’d had sex before, but always with a long term boyfriend and always somewhat fumbling and inexperienced. Pakin traced his fingers over his tight hole with a confidence that Sky had never experienced with anyone else before.

Pakin pressed the tip of one finger inside Sky, slowly and deliberately massaging the clenching ring of his muscle. He hummed as Sky’s body squeezed around him.

“You’re so tight, but you like that feeling don’t you?” Pakin whispered. He pulled his fingers back and leaned over, reaching for something in the cupboard of the end table next to the couch. He quickly produced a bottle of some viscous liquid.

Sky couldn’t help but frown at the suspect substance.

“It’s just oil.”

“Convinient,” Sky said in a voice laced with judgement. How many other people had Pakin fucked in his studio that he had a bottle of lube just laying around on set.

Once again, Pakin seemed to read right through him and he chuckled. “We use it in some shoots,” he explained. “You can apply this type of oil, and it makes the model’s skin shine for the camera.”

As if to demonstrate, Pakin clicked open the bottle and let it dribble down onto Sky’s chest. The drips of cool oil against warm skin earned a gasp from Sky as the steady pour flowed lower until it pooled at his hip creases.

“Like this,” Pakin said as he spread the oil all over Sky’s body, making him glow under the studio lights. As soon as Sky’s chest was evenly coated, he snapped another photo.

Sky moaned at the new frictionless sensation of Pakin’s hands smoothing all over his chest. The man squeezed his skin, feeling him up and playing with his nipples. Pakin rolled the hard buds between his fingers and against his palm before letting his fingers slip between Sky’s legs once more.

He drew the pooling oil down with him, spreading it between Sky’s cheeks and over his tight muscle. The sensation of warming oil over his skin made Sky’s body pulse. He felt Pakin’s hand spread his cheeks wider.

The camera clicked and the lights flashed again.

Sky closed his eyes and gasped as he pictured what it must have looked like, a perfect shot of his glistening hole appearing on the computer screen off set. This time when Pakin pressed his fingers through that twitching ring of muscle, they slid in easily. The stretch had Sky moaning, but even when he squeezed down, the oil let Pakin slide easily against his tight heat, stretching him open and massaging his insides.

Sky found himself writhing, his body tossing this way and that as Pakin slipped two long fingers deep inside him. The steady press against his inner walls had him gasping. Pakin’s fingers moved as if he was searching for something. When Sky let out a sharp cry, the man chuckled and snapped another photo.

He seemed to have found what he was looking for.

Pakin attacked that spot over and over again, rubbing his fingers along the sensitive bundle of nerves that made Sky’s cock twitch and drip. All the while, Pakin peered through the viewfinder of his camera, the device pressed to his face even as he stared down at his fingers torturing Sky’s poor trembling body.

“Are you ready for more, Sky?” Pakin asked as his fingers withdrew, leaving Sky’s hole wide open and twitching.

Sky cracked his eyes and blinked up at Pakin. The man’s face was still partially hidden by the camera. The lens that had been focused down between his legs now pointed directly at his face. Sky jolted for a moment, until he saw Pakin’s lips curl in a wicked smirk behind the camera.

“Don’t be scared. I’ll take good care of you.” Between their bodies, the hand Pakin had been using to finger Sky open wrapped around his cock. He stroked himself, spreading the oil over the length of himself before angling it toward Sky.

Sky arched back and shuddered violently as just the tip of Pakin's cock sank into his body. He clenched his jaw as his breaths came and went with a shudder. He squeezed down in time with the pounding of his own heart as Pakin pressed in and out of his hole. The wide head of his cock stretched Sky, teasing his rim again and again.

“Pakin!” Sky hissed his name through gritted teeth as he arched into the sensation.

With a grunt, Pakin sank in deeper. He seemed to know exactly where Sky was most sensitive. He aimed his cock there, rubbing against that spot he’d found earlier.

“You look so beautiful like this. Keep taking it. Get yourself off. Make yourself come on my cock.”

With the camera in one hand, Pakin’s thrusts were rough and distracted. His steady rhythm changed, interrupted every time he caught sight of something in Sky’s eyes that made him slow down to snap a photo.

“Phi, I need you to focus,” Sky whispered with a breathless laugh. He was so close, he could feel his orgasm building hot between his legs. But he needed more.

Pakin nearly dropped the camera in his haste to set it aside. It landed safely on the end table, leaving his hands free to caress Sky’s flaring hot skin. With both hands, Pakin landed a solid smack of a grip on Sky’s waist. He leaned in and captured Sky’s mouth with a passionate kiss.

Sky gasped against Pakin’s lips as he was pulled all the way down onto his cock. Finally it drove into him fully, plunging in deep until the warm skin of Pakin’s hips met the backs of Sky’s thighs. Sky’s entire body curled up off the couch, pressing his lower half down further into Pakin’s lap as the man thrust steadily into his body.

Sky moaned desperately into Pakin’s mouth as their tongues slid together, and Pakin caught every sound as he drove harder into Sky. His undistracted thrusts were too much for Sky to handle. Pakin seemed to lock in on Sky’s most sensitive places, focusing a barrage against his inner walls.

Pakin’s next, deep pistoning thrust, sent Sky rocketing to a climactic high. He came across his own shuddering chest without even having to touch his cock. His body tensed with his orgasm, clenching down around Pakin’s girth.

Above him, Pakin let out a low groan. After a few more deep, lengthy thrusts, he came as well. Sky could feel it—the heat of it—filling him. Pakin came inside of him. Every warm burst in his gut made Sky shudder, drawing out his orgasm just that short beat longer.

Pakin hummed a delicious sound as he reached for the camera. He held it up to his eye one last time as he pulled his cock out of Sky’s body. Sky was still twitching. The camera clicked and his body flashed with heat, shuddering with another tiny peak of pleasure.

He wasn’t dazed enough to miss the sensation of that warmth leaking out of his body as Pakin pulled away. The man snapped another few shots as his seed seeped out of Sky’s loose hole.

After getting his fill of photos, Pakin set his camera aside once more. He wrapped Sky in an embrace, pulling him in close against his chest. Sky moved up to bury his face against Pakin’s neck, pressing a quick kiss there.

As the post-orgasmic bliss wore off, Sky realized he hadn’t exactly made the best choices that afternoon. But he wasn’t freaking out, just cringing internally. He didn’t think Pakin would do anything to blackmail or expose him, but if someone got ahold of pictures like the ones they’d just taken, it could ruin Sky’s life, nevermind his career.

Sky shifted in Pakin’s arms, turning to look up at him. “Phi Pakin…about those pictures…”

Pakin pressed a kiss to his lips, quieting his worries. “We can delete them as soon as we’re done here.”

Sky chewed his bottom lip. “Well…maybe we don’t have to delete all of them. We could just keep them private.”

Pakin raised a brow. He seemed a little taken aback, but he huffed out a laugh. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to the crown of Sky’s head.

“Let’s talk about the photos later. Just rest for now,” he whispered as he carded his fingers through Sky’s hair.

Sky nodded against Pakin’s chest. As his eyes dipped closed, heavy and ready to sleep, he glanced up and realized that Pakin’s camera was sitting right there on the edge of the end table. Its wide, once-ominous lens faced directly at them, but it seemed mundane to Sky now. If anything, he was excited for the next time he could meet up again and take more photos.

“Phi Pakin, can we schedule another session soon?” Sky asked as he absently traced a path along Pakin’s chest. “I think I’ll need a little more exposure therapy before we start filming next week.”

Pakin hummed a delighted sound. “Oh, I’ll pull out my camera for you any day, Nong Sky.”

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