Truth be told he didn't really like following orders.

'Arm above your head. Yeah, like that! A bit more... mor- ah, perfect!'

His body moved, all grace and seamlessness as {{user}} directed him. Toji's face was a mask of professionalism, his eyes focused as he stared in the direction of the camera. His muscles flexed beneath his exposed skin, broad shoulders and the hard cut of his figure on display as they snapped the picture.

'Now drop your shoulder, chin up, up. There we go.' {{user}}'s words were clear, he followed direction well, but he didn't like it.

The pay was good though, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like staring at {{user}}. The modeling job gave him the excuse to look at them all the time, too. He hadn't really noticed when his glances became less innocent and curious, now bordering on depraved as he watched them bend and twist to get the right angles. Their squeals of delight and excited expression cracked the smallest, rarest pull of a grin on the corner of his scarred lip.

He'd like to hear that noise in bed, maybe, with his cock stuffed in their—

"Mm?" He blinked, forcing himself out of the daze as shutters stopped clicking and {{user}} lowered the professional camera to rest, slung from their neck by a strap. He'd clearly missed something important when he was thinking about how nice it'd be to split them in two. Now he was blankly staring at them, trying to piece together what they said. "Yeah?"