this is not my homework either
i think we all know what i think this needs, yes?
Pi slid his hand down just a little futher, just under the edge of his belt. He focused on the camera and thought about Tegoshi on his knees, head where the camera was. He thought of Tegoshi hard for him, remembered the feel of Tegoshi's hands on his waist while dressing him earlier and juts his hips forward just that little bit more, eyes going heavy-lidded and dark.
Imagines Tegoshi's hands sliding up under the edge of his shirt, featherlight touches along his abdomen. Imagines Tegoshi's hands on his belt, then sliding down his pants, and Yamapi slips his hand out of his pants and runs it up along his chest, fingering along his collarbone and up along his neck, imagining Tegoshi's mouth in all the right places.
The cameraman shifts, changes position and finds a new angle for a new shot. In the flurry of activity, Yamapi catches another, more furtive movement out of the corner of his eye.
Tegoshi.
Tegoshi biting his lip. Tegoshi surruptiously pressing a palm to the crotch of his white pants. Yamapi sucks in a desperate breath and moves his hand up to play with his mouth. Wants Tegoshi to be thinking about what that mouth could do.
Yamapi isn't disappointed. Tegoshi presses a little harder against his palm, hand creeping up and then down ever so slightly, rubbing because he can't help himself and his mouth opens in an inaudible gasp. Yamapi takes that image and looks back into the camera, sex in every line of his body, every inch of his face.
This ficbit is totally up for grabs if anyone else wants to finish it~ The whole thing or just part. you know you want to~ it calls to you~ *tries to be tempting*