After taking up photography, I started noticing the beauty in small moments that I would have otherwise ignored. I learned to appreciate sunsets, or the small ripples in a pond. There's beauty in everything but there is nothing more beautiful than what I'm looking at now. I wish I had my camera so that I could capture this moment forever. Bits rocks up as his mouth falls open, brow furrowed in pleasure, and the shout that he lets out as he comes rings in my ears.

My fingers move through it, slowing slightly as he comes to rest against the bed. I let go of his cock, dragging my thumb gently down the shaft just to see it twitch. I don't think my own cock has ever been this hard. I've never wanted anything not related to hockey so badly before. My body has never reacted like this to another person, and I wonder if I'll ever get used to it.

"There, isn't that better, mon chou?" I say raggedly, still moving my fingers in and out. I spread them apart a bit, just to see how open he is, and the sight is so filthy that I nearly choke on my own breath. "I think I could fit a third now."