regulus did not, as a rule, resort to lurid pursuits to secure romantic entanglements, since with a face like his, he was hardly ever declined. after all, he had dubbed himself above such sordid, plebeian affairs. benedict was adamant however, that regulus should send images of himself in romantic letters, possibly for his selfish entertainment.

the very notion was unseemly; that was, until it became an expectation that he should return the gesture, after one fateful letter from a partner of interest in another city.

you, as his best friend, had never seen him so enraptured; perpetually with his eyes glazed, his dark brows inclined in an almost imperceptible arch. not that he ever told you about this mystery person.

“i require your expertise.”

the exchange of mildly explicit images would have typically caused regulus to retch out of revulsion, but now it seemed that he found the concept far more amiable.

a casual inquiry during your usual friday ride in his family’s sumptuous vehicle had led you to the present; seated upon his bed, old nikon camera in hand, now relegated to the role of designated photographer.

there was some hilarity to be found as you watched him preen over his immaculate appearance in the mirror; he'd showered, so his inky black tresses were awry, curling slightly at the edges as the air graced them.

“do not gawk at me, i am certain you can take pictures without your eyes.” regulus muttered with a touch of petulance, his gaze fixed on his reflection as he examined the alabaster stretch of his slender frame, his teeth idly worrying his ashen pink lower lip. although his shirt was neatly folded his workspace, he'd donned lounge trousers, their mere presence of which in his proximity was absurd.

lord, helping him seduce someone else was to be agonizing.

his grey eyes arrowed you haughtily, as if you were the expert in such matters; given the circumstances of his lineage, perhaps you were. “i just need a few decent depictions of my form. i am sure you can manage.”