“I like your tattoos,” Tobias says, and he sounds a bit breathless.
“Thank you,” Zack says, skimming his hand over the intricate tribal work on his chest and stomach.
“I’d like to photograph them another time, but not for my work,” Tobias admits.
“I think I’d like that.” Zack would like it if it means more of Tobias looking at him the way Tobias is looking at him right now, so heated.
“But, ah, I can use the wolf ones for work, right?” Tobias asks.
“Yeah, of course.” Zack nods. ”Where do you want me?” he asks, and then giggles, because it sounds like a line out of a bad porn film.
“Shift whenever you’re ready and then go over to the backdrop,” Tobias asks.
Zack stretches, loosening all of his muscles before crouching down on the ground. He takes a few deep breaths and focuses on his
