shutter ( infinite, myungwoo, nc-17 )
Title: Shutter
Pairing: Myungsoo/Dongwoo
Rating: NC-17
WC: 807
Notes: I don't actually know much about the process of film development, sry. I just wanted to get photographer!Myungsoo with an aesthetics kink out of my head.
Myungsoo stared into the open refrigerator blankly, toes curling against the tile as the cool air started seeping into his skin, granting relief from the sticky heat of the muggy summer day. There really wasn't a whole lot inside of it; a nearly-empty milk carton, a packet of cheese and some ketchup sat on the top row while the lower row was mostly dominated by cans of Coke. His stomach gave a weak growl of protest when he shut the fridge door with a low, unsatisfied grunt and turned to shuffle back out of the kitchen with the resolution that he would call Dongwoo to pick up some take-out on his way home from work.
He returned to his makeshift dark room and shut the door quietly, walking down to the end of the room past the rows of developed photos hanging from clothespins. He began sorting through the film he had yet to develop, trying to figure out what he wanted to work on next. He knew there was a roll of film somewhere in there that was all from Sunggyu's birthday party and another that mainly consisted of shots of Dongwoo sleeping, staring, walking, talking and, carefully hidden among the other non-obscene photos, fucking. He took that roll and started the long, tedious process of development, removing the film from its canister and moving to load it onto the reels.
Quite some time later, after Dongwoo got out of work and they ate dinner, Myungsoo sat on the couch to watch TV while Dongwoo went into the bathroom for a quick shower. Commercials were humming quietly in the background of the room when Myungsoo looked up from his laptop to see Dongwoo slinking back into the room dressed in a flowery sundress, twirling once as he stood between the coffee table and the television set. Myungsoo's fingers itched, eyes burning into the soft cotton fabric sheathing his boyfriend's lithe dancer's body as he reached for his camera and lifted it to his face automatically, adjusting the settings to the dim lighting of the room quickly and taking several shots as Dongwoo posed for him.
"Picked this up at the second-hand shop down the street on the way from work," Dongwoo smiled, smoothing his hands reverently down the front of the dress.
"It suits you," Myungsoo told him, lips curving when Dongwoo playfully drew the dress up his legs to expose his knees and part of his thighs, shutter clicking as Myungsoo captured the action on film.
Myungsoo fucked Dongwoo on the couch ten minutes later, the soft sundress hiked up over his waist, hips moving back into him as he growled over his shoulder, harder, faster, yes, Myungsoo. He dropped his chest to the couch and his face into his arms as he got closer to orgasm, and Myungsoo kept thinking how the arch of his back arcing down from the heat of their skin slapping together was such a perfect shape, how Dongwoo was so good at getting him off aesthetically as well as physically.
After he made Dongwoo come, he rolled him over and kept fucking him, legs pushed up into angles that were pleasing to the eye as well as to Dongwoo's overstimulated senses, and when Myungsoo pulled out of him to come he fisted himself to get it all out, watching with squinted eyes and a furrowed brow as the ropes of white decorated Dongwoo's stomach and chest. He caught his breath for a second, setting Dongwoo's legs down and pulling at his ankles to stretch his legs out, grabbing his camera to take a few pictures of the come all over Dongwoo's flesh and the well-fucked expression on his sleepy, grinning face. Myungsoo rubbed the white into his skin like a salve over wounds and lifted his fingers to taste it idly, watching as Dongwoo quickly sat up to take his hand and draw his fingers into the wet circle of his mouth.
It took another forty-five minutes to actually get from the living room to the bedroom, Myungsoo's limbs dragging along like all of his energy had left his body with his orgasm. He pulled Dongwoo into bed with him while the other protested and argued that he needed to wash up from not only their couch session but also the round two on the dining room table.
Myungsoo shushed him, arms wrapped possessively around his chest, but Dongwoo kept whining and wriggling in his arms until both of them ended up in the shower, using up even more water that Myungsoo would get irritated over when the bills for the month came in, though as he hiked Dongwoo's legs around his waist and pressed him up to the cold tile of the shower wall, tongue shoving into his mouth in the most demanding way, water conservation and bill budgeting was the farthest thing from his mind.
Pairing: Myungsoo/Dongwoo
Rating: NC-17
WC: 807
Notes: I don't actually know much about the process of film development, sry. I just wanted to get photographer!Myungsoo with an aesthetics kink out of my head.
Myungsoo stared into the open refrigerator blankly, toes curling against the tile as the cool air started seeping into his skin, granting relief from the sticky heat of the muggy summer day. There really wasn't a whole lot inside of it; a nearly-empty milk carton, a packet of cheese and some ketchup sat on the top row while the lower row was mostly dominated by cans of Coke. His stomach gave a weak growl of protest when he shut the fridge door with a low, unsatisfied grunt and turned to shuffle back out of the kitchen with the resolution that he would call Dongwoo to pick up some take-out on his way home from work.
He returned to his makeshift dark room and shut the door quietly, walking down to the end of the room past the rows of developed photos hanging from clothespins. He began sorting through the film he had yet to develop, trying to figure out what he wanted to work on next. He knew there was a roll of film somewhere in there that was all from Sunggyu's birthday party and another that mainly consisted of shots of Dongwoo sleeping, staring, walking, talking and, carefully hidden among the other non-obscene photos, fucking. He took that roll and started the long, tedious process of development, removing the film from its canister and moving to load it onto the reels.
Quite some time later, after Dongwoo got out of work and they ate dinner, Myungsoo sat on the couch to watch TV while Dongwoo went into the bathroom for a quick shower. Commercials were humming quietly in the background of the room when Myungsoo looked up from his laptop to see Dongwoo slinking back into the room dressed in a flowery sundress, twirling once as he stood between the coffee table and the television set. Myungsoo's fingers itched, eyes burning into the soft cotton fabric sheathing his boyfriend's lithe dancer's body as he reached for his camera and lifted it to his face automatically, adjusting the settings to the dim lighting of the room quickly and taking several shots as Dongwoo posed for him.
"Picked this up at the second-hand shop down the street on the way from work," Dongwoo smiled, smoothing his hands reverently down the front of the dress.
"It suits you," Myungsoo told him, lips curving when Dongwoo playfully drew the dress up his legs to expose his knees and part of his thighs, shutter clicking as Myungsoo captured the action on film.
Myungsoo fucked Dongwoo on the couch ten minutes later, the soft sundress hiked up over his waist, hips moving back into him as he growled over his shoulder, harder, faster, yes, Myungsoo. He dropped his chest to the couch and his face into his arms as he got closer to orgasm, and Myungsoo kept thinking how the arch of his back arcing down from the heat of their skin slapping together was such a perfect shape, how Dongwoo was so good at getting him off aesthetically as well as physically.
After he made Dongwoo come, he rolled him over and kept fucking him, legs pushed up into angles that were pleasing to the eye as well as to Dongwoo's overstimulated senses, and when Myungsoo pulled out of him to come he fisted himself to get it all out, watching with squinted eyes and a furrowed brow as the ropes of white decorated Dongwoo's stomach and chest. He caught his breath for a second, setting Dongwoo's legs down and pulling at his ankles to stretch his legs out, grabbing his camera to take a few pictures of the come all over Dongwoo's flesh and the well-fucked expression on his sleepy, grinning face. Myungsoo rubbed the white into his skin like a salve over wounds and lifted his fingers to taste it idly, watching as Dongwoo quickly sat up to take his hand and draw his fingers into the wet circle of his mouth.
It took another forty-five minutes to actually get from the living room to the bedroom, Myungsoo's limbs dragging along like all of his energy had left his body with his orgasm. He pulled Dongwoo into bed with him while the other protested and argued that he needed to wash up from not only their couch session but also the round two on the dining room table.
Myungsoo shushed him, arms wrapped possessively around his chest, but Dongwoo kept whining and wriggling in his arms until both of them ended up in the shower, using up even more water that Myungsoo would get irritated over when the bills for the month came in, though as he hiked Dongwoo's legs around his waist and pressed him up to the cold tile of the shower wall, tongue shoving into his mouth in the most demanding way, water conservation and bill budgeting was the farthest thing from his mind.