i totally would, except porn looks like this when i write it: and when brendon arches his back almost imperceptibly (although from where he's standing, shane notices. he always notices) shane's fingers itch to touch, to feel brendon writhe and come undone under his fingers.
(its not like brendon asked for this, really. he didn't need to ask. his eyes pretty much spoke for themselves. and the tripod he set up before closing the blinds might've helped, too. shane had just stared, trying to stop the images in his brain before it become too, oh god, much.)
but shane's place is right where he is, behind the lense. he wouldn't want to ruin this by going on camera. and brendon is pretty good at making a show for himself, thanks.
shane's not looking at the little screen though, because if he were, he'd miss the detail in brendon's face, the scrunch and the furrow of his brows before his jaw goes slack as he lets out an uncontrolable moan and comes all over his hands.
and shane would never want to miss that. ever. (he hopes, wishes, prays for his camera to have a good microphone because he wants to keep the hitch in brendon's laboured breath and the curses and how he swears he heard his name somewhere in there, too. he wants that clear and loud)
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OKAY IDEK WHERE THAT CAME FROM. I'M GOING TO STOP NOW, THNXBAI
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i totally would, except porn looks like this when i write it: and when brendon arches his back almost imperceptibly (although from where he's standing, shane notices. he always notices) shane's fingers itch to touch, to feel brendon writhe and come undone under his fingers.
(its not like brendon asked for this, really. he didn't need to ask. his eyes pretty much spoke for themselves. and the tripod he set up before closing the blinds might've helped, too. shane had just stared, trying to stop the images in his brain before it become too, oh god, much.)
but shane's place is right where he is, behind the lense. he wouldn't want to ruin this by going on camera. and brendon is pretty good at making a show for himself, thanks.
shane's not looking at the little screen though, because if he were, he'd miss the detail in brendon's face, the scrunch and the furrow of his brows before his jaw goes slack as he lets out an uncontrolable moan and comes all over his hands.
and shane would never want to miss that. ever. (he hopes, wishes, prays for his camera to have a good microphone because he wants to keep the hitch in brendon's laboured breath and the curses and how he swears he heard his name somewhere in there, too. he wants that clear and loud)
...
OKAY IDEK WHERE THAT CAME FROM. I'M GOING TO STOP NOW, THNXBAI