Lyon drops the clothes in front of Devonte. They’re sitting in Lyon’s dorm room right now, a mess of fabric scraps and strewn-about papers all over the floor. Devonte grabs the first shirt off the neatly folded stack, a green shirt with a yellow hem with the word “BARK!” written in thin letters. The rottweiler stares at it for a second, then stares at his boyfriend with a completely straight face.
“What?” Lyon asks.
“This is the fashion you were making for your fashion design class?”
“It’s like streetwear!”
“It’s basic.”
“Yeah! It’s, like, what normal people wear. Not all spikes and collars like you.”
Devonte chuckles. “I mean…” He starts picking through the pile, looking at basic sweatpants and sweaters and cream tee-shirts with a little splash of color. Lyon folds everything that Devonte puts down. “You did a great job of making Macy’s clothing.”
“That’s the point. I can’t design your crazy punk jackets and plaid bondage pants until I know how to make this stuff.”
“But you do know how to make that stuff. You made me this jacket.” Devonte stretches his arm out and shows off the red inner lining of the pleather jacket Lyon made. “This is cool shit.”
Lyon smiles while grabbing all of the clothes in his arms. “Okay, c’mon. We gotta get these photos.”
“You’re not making me wear these, are you?”
“I sewed them to fit you. You’re my only model.”
“You’re gonna make me look like a JC Penny prep?”
“No, you’re going to look like my cool tough punk boyfriend who’s doing me a big big favor. C’mon.”
“I’m gonna look tough in this?” Devonte laughs, unrolling a basic pair of gray sweatpants. “Really?”
“Your inner brute will shine though. Let’s go.”
“Fiiiiiine.”
“Good boyfriend.”
Lyon laughs as his immovable object boyfriend trails behind him, Devonte complaining the whole time about how much he’s worked to maintain his image and how much this is going to unravel it. The orange cat has to drag him out to the field where they’re going to take the photos. “It’s golden hour right now! C’mon!”
“I’m coming, babe.”
They end up out by the baseball fields at the edge of campus. Nobody comes here unless there’s a game going on or they need somewhere to screw, so it’ll be a perfect place to take these photos. “Plus,” Lyon adds, “It’s so pedestrian that it kind of wraps around to chic again.”
“Why don’t we take them in front of a dumpster?”
“I dunno, why don’t we?”
“Or a burning couch?”
Lyon stacks all of the clothes onto the bleachers while Devonte runs out onto the field to observe his space. The cat separates all of the outfits out into neat little piles, including shoes he took from Devonte’s room. Three outfits, a couple of photos, and he can finally turn in his final exam.
“Okay!” Devonte says, running back up. “So what do I do?”
“You can change in the little bathroom over there, I think.”
“Ohhhhhhh,” he grins, getting in his boyfriend’s face. “You just wanted to see me strip to my underwear in public, huh?”
“I just want to see you help me get a good grade on my final!”
Devonte shakes his head. “No no no, I’m onto you.”
“Just change,” Lyon says, his face flushed. “They’re in little piles.”
“For you, babe.”
Lyon watches amazed as his brazen boyfriend strips down to just his black cotton boxer briefs and nothing else. The intention was, of course, not to get him naked, but Lyon doesn’t mind the view. He’s a big rottweiler with a crazy smile, nice pecs and abs that normally get hidden under all of his layers. The cat gets a little bit of a hard-on that he hides by leaning against the bleachers. Devonte puts the first outfit on, the green shirt and sweatpants combo from earlier. It’s a little weird seeing his boyfriend in such a casual outfit but he looks great.
“So?” Devonte asks.
“You look so cute.”
“Noooo.”
“Yeah you do. You look adorable.”
“I’m not supposed to look adorable, babe! I’m tough!”
“You’re adorable. Go pose before we lose the light, alright?”
Devonte steps out, defeated. All things considered, it’s a great backdrop for a photo. The recognizable but complicated pattern of the fence is a good canvas for the simple clothing, beautiful fields and an orange sky in the back. Lyon pulls out his camera and finds a good position to start taking shots of his boyfriend. “Okay,” he says. “I’m good.”
“How do you want me to pose?”
“What comes natural to you, I think.”
“Like this?” Devonte asks, pulling the shirt up with one paw and his sweatpants down with the other paw. His huge dick flops out and hangs there, a shit-eating grin on the dog’s face.
“Oh my god!” Lyon asks. “We’re outside!”
“Are you gonna take the picture?”
Lyon bites his lip. “Okay.” And he snaps the photo.
His sweatpants snap against his stomach and his dick is away. Lyon looks at the photo through the viewfinder. If only his dick wasn’t out, because it’s a really good photo.
“So?”
Lyon laughs. “I can’t use this one.”
“So take another.”
They get back into position and as Lyon’s taking the photo, Devonte takes his dick out again.
“You are crazy,” Lyon says, grinning wildly.
“You’re the one snapping photos of my dick.” Devonte’s holding his floppy dick in his paw, the thing getting harder by the second. Lyon is trying to make serious eye contact with his boyfriend but can’t help and look down. “You’re the one LOOKING at my dick!”
“Okay. So. How about we take some sexy photos just to get it out of our system, and then we get the rest of the photos afterwards.”
“I find that agreeable.”
“Good. I find that agreeable too.”
It turns out taking sexy photos comes easy to Devonte. He turns and poses. He lifts his arms over his head and flexes, his tee-shirt riding up and showing his abs. He turns to the side and lets his 7.5 inch bulge speak for itself. He lets that flop out, rock hard now, and touches himself just a little. Lyon eats it all up, snapping photo after photo while calling out compliments: “Good! Just like that. A little to the left. Good good good. They love you.” Of course Lyon is throbbing in his jeans now.
“This is crazy,” Lyon finally says when Devonte’s sweatpants and underwear are on the ground and his erection is tenting under his shirt.
“You like it,” Devonte grins. “C’mon, what’s that down there?”
“It’s nothing.”
“You’re hard!”
“It’s nothing!”
“Babe.”
Lyon bites his lip.
“Baaaabe.”
“Yeah. I’m hard. You’re just so hot, okay?”
“I’m what?”
“You’re hot. You’re the hottest sexiest scariest toughest rottweiler in all of Washington.”
“That’s what I like to hear!”
Devonte steps out of his pants over to his boyfriend and gives him a kiss on the forehead. Lyon puts his camera down and gives him a kiss back. It turns into a little more at that, the two of them lapping at each other’s muzzles while Devonte’s dick threatens to lay against the cold metal.
“You should take yourself out, baby,” Devonte whispers into his mouth.
“I’m not the model.”
“I’m not taking any photos, babe!”
Lyon chuckles as he undoes the zipper of his jeans. Devonte grabs his bulge in his briefs, gives it a good squeeze before wrangling it out of the fly. He’s definitely not as well-endowed as his boyfriend, but not a lot of people are. Devonte has never had any complaints.
“I mean… you could take a photo.”
Devonte grins. “Yeah? Gimme that camera.”
Lyon hands it over. It turns out being on the receiving end of the photoshoot is harder than he expected. He’s used to being the artist, not the muse. He feels embarrassed lounging on the bleachers with his dick resting on his shirt and being photographed doing it, but Devonte is nothing but supportive. “You’re so cute, babe. Gimme that smile. There you go. Cute little kitty. Theeeere we go.”
“Maybe,” Lyon asks, “Maybe we should take some photos together?”
“Maybe we should.”
The two kiss again, this time lining their dicks up so Devonte can grab both of their dicks in the same paw. It’s a bit of an awkward position for Devonte, but it does make for a good photo. He jerks the two of them off in the dying light, the dog and cat lapping at each other’s mouths the whole time.
“I love you,” Lyon whispers into his mouth.
“I love you too, baby,” Devonte whispers back.
“Should I take the photo?” he asks, his dick throbbing in Devonte’s paw.
“I’m gonna cum soon…”
“It’ll be the perfect shot.”
Devonte keeps massaging the two of their dicks, his kisses getting a little sloppier as he gets closer to orgasm. Eventually the dog pulls his long tongue back and presses his forehead against Lyon’s, shutting his eyes tight. Lyon gets the camera in position and gets the perfect shot, a thick stream of cum shooting out of his dick and coating his shirt.
Devonte pulls his dick away and keeps jerking his boyfriend off until he’s close. Lyon grabs Devonte’s shoulders and grips tight as he lets his own load out, trying to be a little more careful with where his cum ends up. It all ends up dripping onto the metal bleachers, his teeth gritted as the orgasm pulses through his body.
“Oh my god,” Lyon whispers in pleasure. Then he realizes what just happened and says more pointedly, “Oh my god!”
Devonte chuckles, pulling on his shirt. “Well. I got a little messy.”
“And we lost the light!”
“Sorry, babe.”
Lyon grabs the camera and starts looking through the photos. Although they are very sexy, not a single one doesn’t have a dick or prominent bulge in it. “C’moooon.”
“I mean. Can you say you didn’t like it?”
Lyon smiles, putting the camera down. “Ugh. You owe me big time.”
“Here. Let’s go wash the shirt, then we can get some photos in the nighttime. That’s pedestrian, right? Pedestrian but chic?”
Lyon laughs and gives him a kiss on the muzzle. “Let’s go.”
