[ they manage to wrangle him down for a role after all. something about lack of staff, even though oushi is pretty sure there are loads of people ready to leap into these roles, but it was a little hard to say as much while he was being manhandled into his seat by the makeup artist and stylist.
honestly, they didn't do much. stuff him into an equally frilly and billowy shirt, but one considerably oversized to make him appear even smaller and slighter than he already is. they hadn't even bothered with pants, instead letting him wander into the set in a pair of anachronistic boxer-briefs, though he had been assured that this particular scene wasn't expecting anything too sexual... just some bloodplay, as a treat. oushi isn't even entirely sure what that meant, but he can pretty much guess from context clues, and somehow getting bled is still a lot easier to stomach than having his dick out in front of a camera.
the blindfold had been a surprise, though.
it probably should've bothered him more, but as it stands oushi can't really focus on anything else but the sensation of the other man's hands on his leg... and the heat starting to curl deep in his belly with every passing second.
vaguely, he thinks of the bonbon the stylist had handed him, right before shooing him off to the set. something to help calm your nerves, she'd said, and she looks so sweet about it that oushi didn't even think twice. ]
Both things can be true, [ he grunts in response, definitely veering off-script here. his character is supposed to play coy, demure, but ostensibly incredibly into it. granted, oushi isn't refusing anything here, but his nerves are pretty much at the forefront, though his short, humid breaths are growing more and more labored by the second. ]
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honestly, they didn't do much. stuff him into an equally frilly and billowy shirt, but one considerably oversized to make him appear even smaller and slighter than he already is. they hadn't even bothered with pants, instead letting him wander into the set in a pair of anachronistic boxer-briefs, though he had been assured that this particular scene wasn't expecting anything too sexual... just some bloodplay, as a treat. oushi isn't even entirely sure what that meant, but he can pretty much guess from context clues, and somehow getting bled is still a lot easier to stomach than having his dick out in front of a camera.
the blindfold had been a surprise, though.
it probably should've bothered him more, but as it stands oushi can't really focus on anything else but the sensation of the other man's hands on his leg... and the heat starting to curl deep in his belly with every passing second.
vaguely, he thinks of the bonbon the stylist had handed him, right before shooing him off to the set. something to help calm your nerves, she'd said, and she looks so sweet about it that oushi didn't even think twice. ]
Both things can be true, [ he grunts in response, definitely veering off-script here. his character is supposed to play coy, demure, but ostensibly incredibly into it. granted, oushi isn't refusing anything here, but his nerves are pretty much at the forefront, though his short, humid breaths are growing more and more labored by the second. ]