Chase Owens

just following the reader home… capturing candids as he does. don’t they look fetching today?

thank 𝒈𝒐𝒅, comes a quiet sigh—lifting his cock from the base as he stands to his feet, waiting for chase’s hand almost obediently. “just… uhm, keep my pillow on stand by, i guess? to catch it.”

“you are on the the couch next to one, but—like—hello dude?” a slight wince, still letting it hang free. that’s what happens when you’re dealing with a horned out super loser… “nothing feels as good as another person. don’t you know that?”

isaac let out an audible whine, tilting his head back. “i fucking guess, dude—but my hands are so boring.”

grumbling quietly, getting on his knees in front of chase. “i’ll do anything. like… literally anything. just need something to distract myself—i’ll even suck you off first, if you want? or—whatever. just help me out? please?”

he hasn’t seen him whine yet. it gets much more pathetic. and annoying.

… does isaac have to whine for his help? because he will. shamelessly.

chase knows what it’s like, from one photographer to another… and he’ll return the favor. twice over. whatever he wants.