It's a race, idiot. They're not gonna run down a highway.
[Along with all the variations of said racing and competitions. From hurdling to long jumps to other events under its umbrella. Bakugo expected Hiyori to at least know what a damn racing track was! Don't they have pretty models walking around sports cars and racing vehicles in his world? Of course Hiyori gets the pose correct; he knows how to follow instructions during a shoot. And Bakugo's very detailed with how he wants the guy's body. Even raps him on the tailbone with his knuckles to duck his pelvis and nudges a foot back at the ankle to get things picture perfect.
Easiest way for photobook decision is to go through solo and pick the ones they each think are best, then bring those together and take all the ones they agreed on. While arguing over the ones they didn't. It'll be a mess of pictures.
Bakugo had thought about taking shoots of Hiyori jumping. Requiring the model's frequent returning to the branch only to leap from it again sounds like torture for this guy. And he's not matured enough to stop all his bullying ways. Yeah, yeah, he'll get to the "gao!" pose after their break. Hiyori's been up there and working nonstop (including holding poses) for almost twenty minutes now. Likely more active poses than he's used to.]
You're under hot lights and you're already sweating. [He's pretty sure the idol's producers didn't have him actively holding planking positions for five minutes. Bakugo hands Hiyori his water without comment. Really didn't need to tell him. Dick.] I've got three more positions in this, then you can switch costumes and set.
[True, some idols do pose with cars. But Hiyori hasn't been asked to pose on any racetracks himself, so!]
Well if I had to choose, I'd run somewhere with nicer scenery. Like along a beach or through a rose garden!
[He turns up his nose at being called an idiot (while saying something patently ridiculous that proves Bakugo's point), but he's back to being professional within a few seconds.
Mostly. Once they finish taking the photos and Bakugo comments on his sweating, he frowns again. For some reason he takes offense to his sweat being commenter on, as though it's a personal flaw and not a natural bodily response.]
I'm not that sweaty. And if I was, it's only because these positions are a bit more difficult than what I'm used to! But if you want to bring me a handkerchief and a water bottle, be my guest.
[Bratty and demanding as usual. He takes a gulp of water when Bakugo hands it over, thinking about the shoot some more.]
Since this is a cute look, maybe I'll go with a cool look next. That way it can be fanservice for you and Jun-kun, since I know you also prefer "cool" looks!
[Said with an innocent smile.]
But first, I'll finish being a cheetah, so let me know when you're ready to shoot!
This is why you're not in charge of sports. [Droned below flat eyes and exasperated expression. If Hiyori had his way, all sports competitions would look like a damn model convention. Dare he tell him about beach volleyball?
How the hell Hiyori managed to get this far in his idol and model career without sweating (impossible) is beyond the spiky-haired blonde to put his brain into work figuring out. He makes sure the guy has water and goes back to his camera to review some of the images. Not all of them, and the ones he does view, only shortly. He has clear visions of the next trio of poses and doesn't want to get influenced by a past work.]
Urusei! You can clean off when you change! There's a small shower room back there. [Since he isn't planning on putting Hiyori in a skimpy outfit next time. Don't make him squeeze that water bottle and goosh it all over your face, dammit! Bakugo addresses the scenery again, changing the lights to a sunset glow.]
Keep those ideas in your head for later. [He's fine with Hiyori going for a "cool" look. Judge the hell out of it, but the guy can try.] Move off the branch and sit on the trunk. You wanna do the roaring pose, go for it.
[Giving Hiyori permission to finally go for "gao!" as he pleases.]
[Hiyori would prefer sitting in a beach chair and sipping a tropical drink to playing volleyball, of course. But he is (allegedly) good at ping pong!
And please don't goosh all over his face between takes. (Even though it certainly wouldn't be the first time something like that happened at a Golden Peacock photoshoot).]
I know that. These pods are basically love hotel rooms, so of course there'd be a place to wash up. I just don't want to waste too much time on that when there are so many photos to take. And so many outfits!
[A whole wardrobe full of them, though he's sure Bakugo would want to burn at least half.
One thing at a time, though. Bakugo is right: instead of thinking ahead to future costumes, he should do his best with the outfit he's wearing now. He wants to play the role of fierce and wild cheetah until the end. (Fierce, wild, and adorable, of course. But it's him they're talking about, so the "adorable" part is a given.) And when Bakugo finally gives him the go-ahead to do the long-awaited "gao" pose, his eyes light up with excitement.]
One roar coming right up!
[He cheerfully hands back his water bottle, then moves himself as instructed. Shimmying across the branch, towards the center of the prop, he balances himself against the trunk. His legs tuck underneath himself, his hip cocks, and he reaches back to adjust the tail so it's visible from the side. Then he holds his arms aloft and puts his "claws" out.
The joke's on both of them. Cheetahs don't say "gao." Cheetahs don't even roar, as it turns out! But who cares about that? They don't need to sweat the small stuff. As previously established, Hiyori hates sweating! And anyway, isn't it an idol's job to make the impossible possible? Maybe this cheetah does live in the jungle. Maybe it does say "gao," and maybe that has something to do with the fact it's only part-feline, and part-beautiful young man. Whatever the story may be, Hiyori gives the camera a big, feisty smile, then opens his mouth and says the magic word. Ready, set...]
I didn't need the damn reminder. [He was trying to keep the experience professional! Seeing the shower in the back should've given him an erotic suggestion, but he shoved it away from the start and focused on what it could be used for outside of some sick hotel-related crap.] We've got plenty of time. I can extend it if we need to.
[He's an Ace; combined with Hiyori's rank, they'll easily have the clout to lengthen. But a whole wardrobe?! Forget it! Let the Parrot put the camera on timer if he wants hours of clothing shifts. (And yes, he'd want to explode plenty of them.) Could've had Hiyori going for his precious "gao" pose earlier, but he wanted the guy to build up to his preferred shot. They can use the last two as a cool down of sorts, seeping out his wild shot adrenaline, or whatever models do to change from one scene to the other. They're not method actors, but some sort of mindset has to be present...]
Uh-huh. [Bakugo takes the bottle and tosses it to a desk nearby, landing upright more out of luck than pure skill. X under his feet once more, he lifts the camera to his face, one eye closing with all focus on the other. While he's leaving the pose up to Hiyori, some elements are gonna get changed as Bakugo manipulates a few more pieces of the shot to his own tastes. Legs a bit further apart towards his shins and feet, sitting between his calves rather than on them. Hip cock is fine, tail can curl around more fully, and finally those arms to either side with his fingers curled.
Of course he knows cheetahs don't roar! This isn't about cheetah, but Hiyori. Smile's great, like always, and he starts snapping away. Front, side, a slightly-overhead shot, lower angle at a diagonal. Tilt your head to the side, not that much, lift your right arm higher and lower the left one, hands closer to your cheek, now further apart, roll your shoulders, lean back, now forward, subtle changes over and over to capture Hiyori's roar in all its elements.
[You can do things in a love hotel other than have sex. Lots of them have food delivery and karaoke! Not to say he visited any back in his world, or anything...]
Well in that case, there's nothing to worry about.
[He beams his approval when Bakugo says he'll extend their time as needed. What a pal. The best photographer an idol with an exhibitionist streak can ask for!
Really, he is doing a good job. Surly attitude aside, Bakugo is handling things like a pro. Guiding his subject through different poses, coming up with plenty of ideas, paying attention to positioning, and making sure to capture his subject from myriad different angles. He's being very thorough, and Hiyori would be remiss not to bring the same energy. So, he does: he gives it his all, and he musters the very best "Gao!" that he can make. Cute, but ferocious!
The challenge is making all those small little adjustments while still holding the same basic pose. It takes a lot of control over his body, more than he's used to exhibiting since he hasn't done a professional photoshoot in well over a year. Can he get on this guy's level? Not quite. Still, when Bakugo tells him to tilt his head, he does, and when he says "not that much" he adjusts accordingly. Rolling his shoulders, leaning forward and backward, and widening the span of his arms: he can do it all. His "cute and ferocious" aura barely changes, though there are small, almost imperceptible shifts: a slight furrow to his brow as he concentrates here, a shift in the position of his legs when he'd only meant to move his upper body there. For the most part, though? He's a professional.]
Gao! Gao!
[He keeps the cute noises coming, giving the camera a sly wink! Then, once it seems like Bakugo has made his last request for the time being, he relaxes his stance and pipes up again.]
What say we finish with a bang? I hop down from the branch, you capture me mid-jump! Unless there's something else you wanted to try first.
[Bakugo's done quite a lot in the resort without having sex. Most of his day revolves around those very things. Working out, school and studies, training combat, kicking back and relaxing without the perverted flair, exploring...
Hiyori's going to have to hope he gives the blonde reason to extend their time! Of course he's being thorough and efficient! He told the idol he'd give him a scrapbook beyond all others by the time they were done, and he's not about to let that promise down. Each click of the camera has a point, he doesn't waste photographs on stupid things he sees no value in, though he'd be lying if he said every photo he took he thinks belongs in the finished project. Because it's not all him; this is for Hiyori too. He wants the idol to have a lot to "play with" in addition to the final tome. Apparently he gets the drift, because he's making his own roars.
Damn right Hiyori's a professional. He follows each of Bakugo's corrections and changes, from the small to the large, impressing him with his skill. Never doubted the guy for a moment. Capturing his roar, capturing his wink, capturing his "claws" and his tilted figure as he coils on the tree trunk. With a final click, he lifts the camera from his face and holds it askew above his shoulder, red eyes focused on Hiyori's preparing figure.] Go for it. But you're gonna do it three times so I can get different shots.
[There are a trio in mind. 1) Frontal, with Bakugo taking the snap of Hiyori lunging towards him mid-jump, arms reaching his claws ahead in preparation to pounce. He leaves the face up to him. 2) Below, with Bakugo lying on his back and adjusting a light on the ceiling; this creates a backlit glow behind the leaping Hiyori, catching the lines of his body and limbs as he stretches overhead in a midair leap. 3) Dynamic, with Bakugo on the side and photographing at an angle, capturing the way the idol's shoulders and profile stretch with his leap, arms different heights to give him the best shot of Hiyori's face.
He can pick the order if he feels he's gonna run out of stamina pouncing three times in a row...]
[Bakugo sure doesn't cut corners. A good photographer wouldn't, and neither would a good hero, so it makes sense. Still, his thoroughness is appreciated.]
That does mean I have to climb up the tree three separate times. [Ugh, effort. But then he shrugs and says,] Oh well. When you have to work hard for a good shot, the result feels even more satisfying! But I'll be working you rather hard too, so do keep that in mind.
[And then it's off to the races.
He does his best with the first leap: arms out and "claws" at the ready, lips forming an open-mouthed smile that shows off his teeth. He even growls a bit as he pushes off the branch. Cute, ferocious, possibly deadly: that's how his cheetah comes across! But don't worry, he won't be taking a bite out of his photographer, since that would just be horrible manners.
He lands on his feet in a crouch, then springs up to full height, hands on his hips and chest puffed out with pride at how he handled the jump.]
Perfect, right? Hope it didn't come out blurry! βͺ
[And then it's back up the tree and onto the next jump. This time it's not just Bakugo telling him what to do, and he bosses his cameraman around a bit: "Lie flat, alright? All the way back!" Hey, the position at which Bakugo holds the camera is also important to how the photo comes out. But when it's time to jump, he jumps, and he nails the second jump just as well as he did the first.
Then it's back up the tree again and onto the third shot. Bakugo moves to the side of the fake tree, so he can capture Hiyori's profile, and Hiyori jumps off the branch a third time, pushing off with the balls of his feet. He stretches his shoulders, his arms, sticks his backside in the air so the camera can get a good view of his tail. And he smiles again, flashing his teeth, allowing Bakugo to take a shot that should be just as good as the first two.
The trouble occurs when it's time to land. He wouldn't say he's feeling tired, but maybe the successive jumps did put a dent in his stamina. Or maybe it's just a coincidence that this third jump didn't carry him quite as far. He still lands on his feet, but this time he lands on one of the prop branches surrounding the base of the tree, and he ends up stumbling over it.]
Aghβ?!
[He trips and tips forward, eyes flashing with alarm, before he catches himself with his palms right before his nose can hit the ground. That's how he ends up: on all fours with his head bowed, his butt (and tail) sticking up in the air. Not at all dignified.
Duh. [Wow, the intelligence is rolling off Hiyori today. Bakugo gives him a wry look from around the camera, clearly telling him to "get to it" with his eyes. Three times, then he can go grab a rinse off, rest a bit, and get ready for the next round. There's a reason he wanted this place rented for several hours.] You haven't made me break a sweat.
[He's done far more labor-intensive efforts than a photoshoot. Bakugo takes his positions with each leap, focusing on capturing Hiyori in different poses and angles, all the while playing with lighting and shadows to make these shots dynamic! Even after the idol lands, he keeps shooting, capturing not only his leaping pounce, but his ground strike and rebound, with whatever pose he wants. (Even if he does look like a cheetah-print starman with that hip-held chest puff.) Bakugo scoffs at his concern.] It's a high-tech camera; don't worry about blur.
[Dammit, he IS lying flat! You want him to blow a hole in the floor to get below ground level?! Don't tell him what to do! This is his photoshoot and he knows how to take a picture! (All the while making those adjustments Hiyori bitched about, if they're actually better than his original actions. Which most are. Fuck. This guy's a professional and Bakugo actively avoids the PR crap heroes are often called into.]
Oy! [A hero is a hero. Photography's forgotten, his body reacts and he dashes forward, ending in a lunge with one hand snagging the back of Hiyori's collar and shirt in a harsh fist. Enough tension between his arm and the fabric springs the idol backwards on his hands. No busting his teeth on the ground. Bakugo clicks his tongue in annoyance. Half that Hiyori tripped, half that he caught himself and didn't need him to do it.]
[Yep, he's a professional. He can do any photoshoot he's asked to do, no problem! He won't slouch, won't break a sweat, won't stumble over the fake tree roots and end up ass over kettleβ
No, actually, he did just do the last one. Bakugo dives to the rescue like a true hero, even snagging the back of his silly cheetah outfit, but alas; he still ends up in that embarrassing pose.
An embarrassing pose which just got immortalized in a photograph forever. He blinks his eyes blearily and focuses just in time to see Bakugo snap that picture, at which point he puffs up like... well, like an offended cat.]
That was an outtake!
[He huffs, shooting Bakugo a glare as he sits himself up properly. But then, out of curiosity, he scoots over and peers down at the camera to see how the picture came out. And as he looks, his expression mellows.]
... actually, I came out looking cute, so I'll allow it!
[He's going to make Hiyori break a sweat at least once during this shoot. How he's not right now is annoying, considering how much balance he had to hold during the previous shots, before capping off with three jumps from the tree. Though... seeing him almost faceplant and catch himself? Worth it. Of course he's going to capture a few shots of him in a rare workout pose!
Hiyori has to do some kind of exercise to keep himself fit and trim. Embarrassing? Hah! As if. Jun will think it's hot, seeing his boyfriend in a sporty position for once. And Hiyori's reaction to the shot? Bakugo's all shit-faced grins as he straightens up and tauntingly holds the camera up over his shoulder in a brazen display.]
It's goin in, Parrot. I bet Jun's gonna enjoy it. [Nope! He's using his photographer clout to shoehorn this push-up Hiyori into the scrapbook. But he lowers the camera and shows the idol its resulting capture (keeping his thumb over the delete button so there's no fast ones). Even zooms in to show him the details.] Told ya.
He glares some more when Bakugo insists on the photo, but after seeing it for himself... well, he can't object. He'll just pretend he meant to pose like that if anyone asks. He's acting out the role of the cheetah, after all! And it's not the first or only photo Bakugo's taken of him today with his butt in the air.]
Fine! While I'm doing that, you move the prop, alright?
[They won't be needing a big tree for the rest of their photos. He gets up and walks off the set, tail sticking out behind them, and takes off his costume behind the so-called "privacy screen." Then he rinses off as instructed (though he doesn't take off all his make-up) and comes out wearing a shiny gold robe. Is it skimpy and tacky? Yes and yes! This is the Golden Peacock, after all. And speaking of skimpy, tacky outfits...
Once he's out of the bathroom, it's back to the wardrobe. This time he fishes out the fake (?) leather shorts and suspenders that Bakugo pointed out before.]
I want to do a cool look next, so how about these? And I bet they'd pair well with this!
[He holds them up with another equally skimpy garment: a black "officer's" top with cropped sleeves, buttons down the front, a tie, and a couple of fake badges. For all the "man in uniform" fetishists.]
Look, there's even a cap! ... ugh, but on second thought...
[His face falls with disappointment. Guess who just noticed one of the badges on the tank top says Official Dingdong Inspector?]
[Bakugo flips the camera away with a short tug, cocky Hiyori isn't gonna get a chance to delete the photo. Of course the idol's not going to object! He can easily see the photo's skillfully taken and captures a great side of himself! All done with Bakugo's talented hands. Who wouldn't want that going into the scrapbook with the rest? Even if it is a teasing mistake picture.]
Duh. I'm setting up the next stage. [It would be easier if Hiyori picked his costume first, but he'll make do with the general theme. Whether the guy's rinsing off everything or only going neck down with makeup touches is the idol's decision. So which one are they going for? Oh, the leather shorts of suspenders. He can work with that. As tempting as it is to stick the guy in steel mill and play with sweat, steam, and lights, Hiyori would die in under two minutes in such a setting. With the cropped top, their theme settles on a sexy "officer" look. Seeing his face fall at one of the badges, Bakugo scoffs and turns back to the computer screen as he continues working on setup.] Take the stupid badge off. It's not permanent.
[It's a badge. One final shove and he pushes the front half of a car into place. Of course it's a prop. Barely a hood and a windshield with a few inches of cab emerging from the wall. A wall with the rest of the car digitally green screened behind it, red and blue lights spinning a dance-like pulse about the room. Slick streets after the rain, a lovely sunset cracking the fading clouds, street lamps casting golden cones of safety along damp sidewalks, impressive office buildings lining the road to give the scene a high-class air. Tiptoeing the idea of an actual police officer on duty and a stripper police officer come to party. Fans on either side control the speed and direction of whatever breeze they want, with a mist machine dusting the floor with evaporating rainfall.]
There's a pair of handcuffs to your left. ... No, beside the riding crop.
[The upside is that the "Dingdong Inspector" badge does come off. The downside is that the other badge also has something stupid printed on it: "Officer Booty Shorts." That's the costume-wearer's identity, apparently. Officer Booty Shorts, the official dingdong inspector!
But the badges were the only thing adding a pop of color to the otherwise all-black ensemble. So after contemplating the matter, he grudgingly decides to leave the "Officer Booty Shorts" button. He draws the line at being a dingdong inspector, but he will indeed be wearing booty shorts. That's just an objective fact.
In any case, he locates a pair of black boots from the shoe rack and starts gathering all parts of the costume, so he can get changed behind the ~sexy~ privacy screen. But then Bakugo points out one more thing, causing him to look over. Seeing what he's done to the studio, Hiyori's brows raise. He's impressed!]
Now that's a nice setting. I can't wait to pose with that car. And the sleek cityscape looks just perfect.
[As for the handcuffs, he bends down (in his tiny shorts) to look at those, before snatching those up as well and adding them to the pile.]
Thanks! I'll hook these to my waist. Though it'd be even better if I had another model I could arrest. But since I don't, I'll have to think outside the box!
[ Maybe he'll pester Jun to do a shoot with him next time. But for now he just files that idea away for later and skips off behind the screen. He gets ~sexily~ changed and hops out some minutes later wearing the shorts, suspenders, boots, cap, and top with its one badge. The handcuffs are hooked around a belt loop (though he isn't wearing a belt), and he's sporting a cheeky grin. One hand on his hip, he reaches up to adjust his cap.]
HOW THE HELL DOD YOU MISS THAT?! [He should've tried ripping it off the second he saw it! What a moron! He can rid himself of any stupid badges he doesn't want. Even if it'll leave the rest of his uniform likely bare and bland. Most police officers don't walk around full of badges like a decorated war hero. Hell, only a few bother with a damn name badge.
Bakugo leaves Hiyori to deal with his badge problem and continues last touches on his scene setup. If they need the badges for color, they can remove the stupid words during editing. He flicks through lighting choices, eye lids lowered in focus with each rendition of daylight: morning, noon, evening, and nightlight: dusk, night, dawn. Probably cycle through each of them during the photo shoot for variety while Hiyori poses. Sucks they couldn't have a full car in here. Sure, the resort had the option. He simply didn't want to deal with moving it in and out of the room.
Hiyori better take the cuffs, not the fucking crop. This is a police officer! Not some goddamn stripper at a bachelor party! Flicking the time frame back to dusk, he watches street lights flare on and reset the scene to its previous lighting. All the elements edging towards decidedly noir.]
Hmph. I told you I know what I'm doing. [Half proud defensive, half pure proud. Damn right his choices made a great scene! Other variations tuck away behind his controls for quick switches as they progress in the shoot.] They have dummies to use.
[He isn't suggesting it; the stupid things take a fair chunk of time to set up, and most of them are likely programed to act more like sex dolls than an assistant to general posing. Bakugo finishes linking the camera to the set up and thumbs through a few more options to change lighting and side decor. He glances up when Hiyori reappears from the screen.] Che, I didn't think you'd be able to rock a suspender look.
You know it's unprofessional for a photographer to yell at a model, right? I just thought they might've been sewn on, that's all!
[Then he turns up his nose. ]
And I don't really want to cuff a dummy, so I'll pass on that.
[Yeesh, this is what he gets for calling Bakugo a smart boy. But by the time he emerges from the privacy screen, all is forgiven more or less. Bakugo may be rude and yell-y, but he, Hiyori Tomoe, is looking sexy and cool, and that's what counts! He smiles smugly when even Bakugo can't find fault with his appearance, and cocks a hip to show off what a snug fit the shorts are. (Boy, is he showing off his legs a lot during this shoot.)]
You shouldn't be! I already said I can pull off any look. This right here's your proof~βͺ
[He takes a moment to admire himself in the full-length mirror (yep, still sexy and still cool!) before he bends over and... oh no. Oh no, look what he just picked up.]
This looks fun to wave around.
[He is brandishing the riding crop. Sorry, Bakugo.]
I don't like the thought of really hitting someone, but thankfully it's just pretend! So, should I bring this onto the set? Or leave it now and go back for it later? You're a boy who's into fighting and things like that, so you must want to take some action-y shots.
Scissors exist! [Even if they were sewn on, a few snips and no more problem! Whatever, Bakugo isn't gonna suggest Hiyori take those cuffs into action either. He focuses on his set pieces while the idol finishes up his changing. Getting a few images in mind he wants to capture makes the work go by faster. Having a focus and concrete goal always improves tasks.
When Hiyori returns, he gives the normal once over, but has nothing to say in fault. Makeup checks out, no lingering traces of cheetah spots or savanna eyeliner. Did he even touch up his makeup from before? Sweat and activity can smudge. A fitting police uniform for the resort. Hiyori wears it well. Could they make it more ridiculous? He shoves the question away and turns back to his set piece. Starting at one hour with the intent of progressing through the "day" with each set of images.]
Uh-huh. I know some you wouldn't want to. [But would he be able to? Yes. Even a gory Halloween shoot if the situation called for it. Tempting to suggest a sweat-soaked bedraggled appearance... if he didn't think Hiyori could pull it off regardless. Makeup can do amazing shit even without the real thing.]
Oy! You wanna look like a dominatrix? [Because that's what a damn riding crop is gonna add to his already-skimpy law enforcer uniform! Bakugo glances back at Hiyori before tilting his head towards the set.] It's your call. It won't change what I want. [His expression darkens.] Don't equate me with a damn riding crop...
Who wants to have to cut up their outfit with scissors? Not me!
[That might just rip it! At that point, it's probably better to just choose different clothes, considering they have a wardrobe full of costumes and only two hours to work with. But the badge did come off, so their silly argument draws to a close. He hops out of the privacy screen all dressed up and ready to go! ... including makeup, which I totally forgot to mention. Oops. Yep, we'll say he touched that up too.
They may be done arguing about police badges, but now comes their next disagreement. Hiyori is excited to brandish a prop, but Bakugo is considerably less impressed. He says it'll make him look like a "dominatrix!" Which is one of those women who wears black boots and hits people with whips, he thinks? He isn't one, but he kind of gets the comparison.]
You haven't actually said what you want. But I guess I haven't said what I want either, beyond a "cool" look.
[He tries thinking about it now. The last shoot was straightforward; a cheetah is a cheetah. He knew what sort of role he ought to play, and he took to it with gusto. But what sort of character is he playing this time? Just who exactly is Officer Shorts? Probably not a serious cop, with an outfit like this and a name like that, but "dominatrix" wasn't quite what he had in mind either.
It might be fun. Taking on a role like that and seeing if he can make Bakugo buy the performance. He ponders for a few more moments, then cheerfully shrugs.]
There are lots of things I could do with it. I could tuck it in my belt, tap the hood of the car, twirl it like a baton, drag it slowly down my chest, or use it to tip someone's chin up.
[Though the last one would be hard to show in a photo without another actor or a dummy. He twirls it idly now and says:]
But I am curious. Is it just that you were aiming for something less crude, or is it that you don't think I can pull off that sort of "dominant" character?
[What was it Bakugo said at the gala? That there was no way he could possibly ever top unless he was riding someone's ****? Yep, guess who remembers that!]
I didn't tell you to cut it up! I said cut the badge off!
[Unless the damn thing was sewn into the costume like a patch. They have more than two hours if Bakugo wants to extend the time. He's messing with the camera when Hiyori finally emerges from behind his partition screen. Costumed up and with his face all touched back to an immaculate image. Fitting with this new ensemble's color scheme and everything. Tch, he's an idol through and through. Doesn't miss a damn detail.
What the hell kind of image did Hiyori think he'd present brandishing a riding crop while dressed in hot pants and black suspenders? He glances to the idol's prop of choice, noting how the other man's wheels are turning in agreement. Honestly, has he ever seen a policeman with a riding crop in hand? A baton, yes, but this sort? He's not a flogger. (This isn't helped by Bakugo having Midnight as his teacher, a Pro Hero who dresses like a dominatrix and uses a riding crop and whip as support items.)
Satisfied with the camera setup and scenery, he dips his head in a slight nod towards the car's hood.]
Since when do you want to look like something crude? [A dominatrix, case in point. While most people wouldn't say that profession is "crude", considering Hiyori's usual reactions, Bakugo figured he'd want to go for a sexy cop model routine, rather than someone who'd whip your ass and make you beg for handcuffs while stepping on your crotch with high heeled leather boots. He could be wrong; he doubts he is.] But if you can spin it, get up there and stand next to the car.
[Because his first pose is going to mix the cool and the sensual. With Hiyori posing beside the car, face spread in a cheeky but confident grin, one hand on the brim of his cap as he lifts it to show his eyes, other hand spinning the crop around like a cocky punk getting ready to take someone down or show his boyfriend a good time in that costume.
If the badges are part of the outfit, then that's the same thing! But fortunately we don't have to cut anything, so let's leave that idea in the past!
[Though if he really wants this dumb argument in the past, he should've just let Bakugo have the last word. Alas, he's too much of a yapper to let anyone have that very often.
If Hiyori was a hero, he wouldn't be a whip-wielding hero like Midnight. He'd be the Sunavenger Aristocrat, like they previously discussed. But he isn't opposed to trying a role outside his wheelhouse. At home, he'd have to worry about a shoot like this ruining his image, but here he can try new things. Wield different personas and experiment with new techniques like the pole-dancing moves he learned at Ugly Duckling. He wouldn't flog anyone's butt with a riding crop in his own time*, but he can play the part of someone who would.
(* = Unless he was experiencing a Spades suit mega-flare. Then all bets are off.)]
Even I have to admit this is already a bit crude. [He's wearing a badge that says "Officer Booty Shorts," for pete's sake.] But if Baku-kun has another vision in mind, I'd be happy to hear it.
[How does the other boy see him? Where does he think his appeal lies? The answer to those questions can probably be found in how Bakugo asks him to pose next. Which it seems they're getting to now: Bakugo starts directing him again, telling him to stand next to the car, to which Hiyori smiles and complies without fuss. He trusts his photographer to help him shine!]
Right, of course they'll want to see those. βͺ
[That's his response when Bakugo tells him to raise the cap and show his eyes. Ah, but what sort of expression should he go for? Playful? Mischievous?
The look he gives the camera is a little of both. But there's an additional gleam there in his eyes, an undercurrent of something dark. He narrows those eyes at the corners as he smiles, showing a flash of teeth, haughty and hard-edged compared to usual. It's more this kind of smile than this kind: less "cute," more "dominant."
He cocks his hip, his cap tipped and his feet planted next to the car, and then he twirls the baton as Bakugo directed. That might come off better on video than it does on camera, with the movement, but the message is the same either way: look at this thing he's got on-hand. He could use it wheneeeever he wants. He doesn't need to say or show what for: the audience can sexily fill the blanks using their imagination.
Once Bakugo's snapped a few photos like that, he chirps:]
Don't forget to get one from below! Some might find it heart-racing to have me looking down on them from above~βͺ
[He doubts that applies to his photographer, but...]
Then don't complain about wearing them! [Bitching without being willing to do something about it's a waste of breath! Hiyori's always got a counter protest to simple (see: brute force) fixes. And Bakugo's not willing to let someone have the last word either, so there he goes, firing off another one to "win" the war. A yapper and a egotist. Go figure. Sliding a filter on the camera, he eyes through its lens and fixes Hiyori's position with the current lighting. For a few seconds, everything works... but before he can take the show, small clashes between illumination and filter creep into his mind. Clicking his tongue in irritation, he swipes it off and returns to his default "X" on the floor for the first shot.]
Hmph, unless your boyfriend only gets off on you wearing a three-piece suit, he'll like it. [Right, because behind this entire effort is Jun's pleasure. Pretty damn sure Hiyori's seen models pose around sports cars, wearing simply clothing and pretending they like others ogling them or the vehicle being shown. He's never bothered with those things. A car should be able to sell itself, not require a pair of tits and ass to carry it along. But the idol's doing something similar now, though Bakugo intends for the car to be a sidepiece to the main attract: Hiyori.]
Uh-huh. People looking at this shot are gonna be attracted and nervous together. [Good nervous, the kind which makes people twist their fingers and glance around with a stupid grin playing on their faces. Wanting the handsome officer's attention, but not sure just how "badly" they're gonna have it once they get it. Hiyori's touch of darkness trickling through his eyes adds to his expression, and Bakugo zooms in to take a few profile shots of his head and shoulders alone. Capturing that rare look on his visage. Yeah, Hiyori could be dominate if he wanted to. Hell if Bakugo's ever gonna admit such to him.
Relax. This camera can take at least 60 fps on its lowest setting; he'll capture the baton twirl easily without a blur effect. Could take a video, but he would've done so with the cheetah pounce if he intended to. More shots snap as he moves from one X to the next, swinging from left to right for various captures. Changing angles from high to low, using step stools if necessary, or dropping to his knees should he want the proverbial "hinting up-skirt" shot you can't get with booty shorts. Yeah, yeah, he got the low-angle shots. Pushing back to his feet, Bakugo flicks through the last couple shots, making sure there's nothing more he wants before giving Hiyori the go ahead to move.]
Next one's gonna be on the hood. You wanna sit, lie, or crouch? [Don't worry, he tested the prop and it won't cave in under Hiyori's weight.]
I'm not! Baku-kun's the one who's been doing the most complaining.
[At this point he's just saying more stuff in order to get the last word in. He's a yapper and an egotist himself. But is that really a surprise, considering they're here because he wanted an exclusive photoshoot? Sure, he could say the photoshoot is for Jun, but it's also clearly for himself. He wanted to wear cute outfits, do an idol-like activity, and appreciate himself in the photos after they're done!
And maybe also to spend time with a friend, and see that friend's photography skills. But of course if he said that, Bakugo would probably tell him to stop being mushy. And speaking of mush...]
Right, Jun-kun always loves me lots, no matter what I wear!
[Now he's just bragging. But anyway, on with the shoot.
He lifts his cap, twirls his crop, tries to look "dominant"... and it works! Which he knows because his little pantomime doesn't receive any snide comments from Bakugo. In fact, it receives the opposite response, as Bakugo tells him that anyone seeing the photo will find him attractive. Attractive, and intimidating. His goal isn't normally to make people nervous, but in this case? He'll take it!]
True, when you see someone this good-looking, it's natural to get tongue-tied. Unless you're Baku-kun, that is.
[Though he did get a little tongue-tied for a second there at the gala, when Hiyori turned his teasing back on him and asked him about his sex preferences. Don't worry, though, he's playing nice for now. He poses for the succession of photos, pleased with the low-angle shots Bakugo is taking and seizing the opportunity to look down on him haughtily. When will he get a chance like that again, after all? He doesn't specifically ask for an upskirt (upshorts?) shot, but he does tell him:]
Make sure to capture all my best angles~βͺ
[Not that he needs to say it when that's exactly what Bakugo seems to be doing. He gets plenty of shots of him brandishing the crop, and then informs him the next one should be taken on the car hood. Hiyori looks at the prop for a moment, contemplating poses. Lots of different ones spring to mind, but since they've decided they're going for a "dominant" sort of vibe...]
I have an idea.
[Rather than explain, he decides it'd be easiest to demonstrate. Backing up to the hood of the of the car, he takes a seat normally, facing Bakugo and the camera. Then he lowers his waist and slowly spreads his legs. Wide, until they're making a V-shape. His hands drape over his thighs, one of them still holding the riding crop, the whip end pointed against the roof of the car. Is this the most obscene pose anyone's ever struck at the Golden Peacock? Not by a longshot, and he did much worse on-camera himself during that whole movie-filming (as Bakugo well knows). But for an idol whose image is more elegant than crude, this is still a departure, and that's what makes it fun. The challenge!]
[Bakugo made a promise to take a great photoshoot of Hiyori and he's not going to break that promise! While he isn't a professional at taking pictures, he's had practice in the past and considers himself a good enough eye to know what's attractive or interesting and what's not. Knowing a decent chunk of Jun's preferences, along with a lot of Hiyori's, comes together for a shoot designed with both idols in mind.]
Uh-huh. [Jun won't mind what Hiyori's in as long as his boyfriend isn't wearing something deliberately demeaning. Bakugo thumbs across the screen once more, flipping through the previous set's shots. A few of them he makes for deletion, though he'll let Hiyori pass judgement later. Others are tagged as potential scrapbook material. Favored shots. Captured intent: Hiyori's dangerous and dominant side, tinged with his cocky nature and radiant spirit, which will never be tampered down. His smile and his eyes sparkle in sheer contrast with his planted foot and twirling "weapon" of choice.]
I'm getting every damn angle. [Literally. From front to side, sweeping an arc, and around to his back, with shots above and below capturing all potential degrees. An ashen brow arches into his bangs when Hiyori takes the proverbial reins. Seated on the car-- expected. Spreading his legs-- kinky. With the crop end propped to the roof, both hands lazily tossed over his thighs, there's a sultry sort of expectant demand radiating from the idol's pose. Bakugo snorts in response to his question before pointing at the other man's left leg.] Prop your heel on the car bumper.
[It'll give him another element of brash and posing, since a lot of model shots are asymmetrical. Fingers take either side of his camera and lift it to his face once more, a hunter prepared to capture his prey in all elements as the setting sun lighting lazily changes to a moonlit night.]
True! [He agrees readily.] And neither have I, so let's forget about complaint tallies and focus on how good I look!
[Bakugo's been a good sport so far, to be honest. Hiyori has little to complain about. Jun, on the other hand, would probably have plenty of complaints if he realized Hiyori has blabbed about his preferences so often that even people like Bakugo are aware of them. That's what you get for dating a chatterbox.
What are Bakugo's tastes, though? They've been trapped together at a sex resort for ages, but Hiyori still has no idea. The guy keeps that stuff under wraps. As well he should, if this was back home, but here people are more likely to shout about their turn-ons from the rooftops. Did Bakugo point out the suspenders because that's the sort of look he finds appealing? That sort of leather biker aesthetic? Or might he have a thing for uniforms? It's none of Hiyori's business, but he can't help but feel curious as he watches Bakugo go through the photos in the viewfinder.
Whatever the answer is, he's approaching the shoot like a professional. And he hasn't let Hiyori down yet, which means Hiyori has no problem following his next instruction. He'd thought a head-on shot could be good, one of him staring down the viewer with his thighs spread on either side of himself. But something called the "rule of thirds" applies, right? Most photographers don't want their shots to be perfectly on-center and symmetrical. He does as he's told, hoisting one leg up and planting his boot on the car, shifting a bit to the other side and planting one palm down on the car for balance. He maintains his cocky attitude, grinning devilishly at the camera. If anyone's the "prey" here, it's meant to be the viewer!
Ah, but what should he do with the riding crop in this new pose? He could wave it, hold it over his shoulder, or let it keep resting against the car. ... Orrr he could hold it against his own thigh so it's pointing right at his crotch. Subtle!]
Too much?
[Bakugo can be counted on to be honest. If it looks too trashy, he'll tell him.]
You just were! [Bakugo gives him a piercing stare, refusing to let Hiyori have his final say in the matter! Bitching about Bakugo was bitching, so there! Can't say he pities Jun for his choice in boyfriend, especially knowing who he's got a crush on himself, and other attractions as well. Being with Hiyori without having to worry about the resort pushing them into something indecent, without any risk of encouragement, is a fucking relief.
Hiyori could very well guess what some of Bakugo's tastes were. He makes what he doesn't like painfully clear. Applying those to his sexual partners might be tricky, but it's a good start. Weakness, indecision, pandering, sappy crap, emotions, blabbermouths. People who don't fit his ideal version of strength and attraction. Perhaps Hiyori could see into some of it here, where those "tough guy" shots are more interesting and focused than going for a frilly outfit among clouds and bubbles. Dressed as a police officer, even a sultry one, basking in the glow of street lamps on a rain-slick road atop a car. How much of that masculine impression does Hiyori need to figure out Bakugo's interested in such things. Then again, he has an idea of what Jun likes too, so caters to his lean as well. But isn't leaving out Hiyori's preferences too. Hell if he wants to treat the idol as a dress-up doll to command.
Symmetry and asymmetry in a shot have their places. Bakugo got a few of those equal parts when Hiyori was perched on the branch and jumping into the screen. Similar with those two suspenders in perfect place without leaving one dangling (he'll do that later), and having Hiyori centered on the car hood despite one leg propped up. Mix and match. Both arms on the metal behind him, lent back with his chest forward to expose more of his skin. Just enough the suspenders slide beside his nipples. Predator and prey together. Yeah, Hiyori's decision with the riding crop earns a brief snort behind the camera, but in agreement instead of protest.] Just right.
[And snap. From all angles like normal, before he calls for variations in the same position. Change legs, switch arms, hold the crop between his teeth, both feet on the ground, now on the bumper, arms between his legs with his palms' heels perched behind the car's emblem statue (this one Hiyori can switch to a more cute eagerness, as if he's ready to leap off or simply excited to be photographed), before having him splay out on the car hood in a leisurely lounge for another set of pictures.]
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[Along with all the variations of said racing and competitions. From hurdling to long jumps to other events under its umbrella. Bakugo expected Hiyori to at least know what a damn racing track was! Don't they have pretty models walking around sports cars and racing vehicles in his world? Of course Hiyori gets the pose correct; he knows how to follow instructions during a shoot. And Bakugo's very detailed with how he wants the guy's body. Even raps him on the tailbone with his knuckles to duck his pelvis and nudges a foot back at the ankle to get things picture perfect.
Easiest way for photobook decision is to go through solo and pick the ones they each think are best, then bring those together and take all the ones they agreed on. While arguing over the ones they didn't. It'll be a mess of pictures.
Bakugo had thought about taking shoots of Hiyori jumping. Requiring the model's frequent returning to the branch only to leap from it again sounds like torture for this guy. And he's not matured enough to stop all his bullying ways. Yeah, yeah, he'll get to the "gao!" pose after their break. Hiyori's been up there and working nonstop (including holding poses) for almost twenty minutes now. Likely more active poses than he's used to.]
You're under hot lights and you're already sweating. [He's pretty sure the idol's producers didn't have him actively holding planking positions for five minutes. Bakugo hands Hiyori his water without comment. Really didn't need to tell him. Dick.] I've got three more positions in this, then you can switch costumes and set.
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Well if I had to choose, I'd run somewhere with nicer scenery. Like along a beach or through a rose garden!
[He turns up his nose at being called an idiot (while saying something patently ridiculous that proves Bakugo's point), but he's back to being professional within a few seconds.
Mostly. Once they finish taking the photos and Bakugo comments on his sweating, he frowns again. For some reason he takes offense to his sweat being commenter on, as though it's a personal flaw and not a natural bodily response.]
I'm not that sweaty. And if I was, it's only because these positions are a bit more difficult than what I'm used to! But if you want to bring me a handkerchief and a water bottle, be my guest.
[Bratty and demanding as usual. He takes a gulp of water when Bakugo hands it over, thinking about the shoot some more.]
Since this is a cute look, maybe I'll go with a cool look next. That way it can be fanservice for you and Jun-kun, since I know you also prefer "cool" looks!
[Said with an innocent smile.]
But first, I'll finish being a cheetah, so let me know when you're ready to shoot!
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How the hell Hiyori managed to get this far in his idol and model career without sweating (impossible) is beyond the spiky-haired blonde to put his brain into work figuring out. He makes sure the guy has water and goes back to his camera to review some of the images. Not all of them, and the ones he does view, only shortly. He has clear visions of the next trio of poses and doesn't want to get influenced by a past work.]
Urusei! You can clean off when you change! There's a small shower room back there. [Since he isn't planning on putting Hiyori in a skimpy outfit next time. Don't make him squeeze that water bottle and goosh it all over your face, dammit! Bakugo addresses the scenery again, changing the lights to a sunset glow.]
Keep those ideas in your head for later. [He's fine with Hiyori going for a "cool" look. Judge the hell out of it, but the guy can try.] Move off the branch and sit on the trunk. You wanna do the roaring pose, go for it.
[Giving Hiyori permission to finally go for "gao!" as he pleases.]
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And please don't goosh all over his face between takes. (Even though it certainly wouldn't be the first time something like that happened at a Golden Peacock photoshoot).]
I know that. These pods are basically love hotel rooms, so of course there'd be a place to wash up. I just don't want to waste too much time on that when there are so many photos to take. And so many outfits!
[A whole wardrobe full of them, though he's sure Bakugo would want to burn at least half.
One thing at a time, though. Bakugo is right: instead of thinking ahead to future costumes, he should do his best with the outfit he's wearing now. He wants to play the role of fierce and wild cheetah until the end. (Fierce, wild, and adorable, of course. But it's him they're talking about, so the "adorable" part is a given.) And when Bakugo finally gives him the go-ahead to do the long-awaited "gao" pose, his eyes light up with excitement.]
One roar coming right up!
[He cheerfully hands back his water bottle, then moves himself as instructed. Shimmying across the branch, towards the center of the prop, he balances himself against the trunk. His legs tuck underneath himself, his hip cocks, and he reaches back to adjust the tail so it's visible from the side. Then he holds his arms aloft and puts his "claws" out.
The joke's on both of them. Cheetahs don't say "gao." Cheetahs don't even roar, as it turns out! But who cares about that? They don't need to sweat the small stuff. As previously established, Hiyori hates sweating! And anyway, isn't it an idol's job to make the impossible possible? Maybe this cheetah does live in the jungle. Maybe it does say "gao," and maybe that has something to do with the fact it's only part-feline, and part-beautiful young man. Whatever the story may be, Hiyori gives the camera a big, feisty smile, then opens his mouth and says the magic word. Ready, set...]
Gao! βͺ
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[He's an Ace; combined with Hiyori's rank, they'll easily have the clout to lengthen. But a whole wardrobe?! Forget it! Let the Parrot put the camera on timer if he wants hours of clothing shifts. (And yes, he'd want to explode plenty of them.) Could've had Hiyori going for his precious "gao" pose earlier, but he wanted the guy to build up to his preferred shot. They can use the last two as a cool down of sorts, seeping out his wild shot adrenaline, or whatever models do to change from one scene to the other. They're not method actors, but some sort of mindset has to be present...]
Uh-huh. [Bakugo takes the bottle and tosses it to a desk nearby, landing upright more out of luck than pure skill. X under his feet once more, he lifts the camera to his face, one eye closing with all focus on the other. While he's leaving the pose up to Hiyori, some elements are gonna get changed as Bakugo manipulates a few more pieces of the shot to his own tastes. Legs a bit further apart towards his shins and feet, sitting between his calves rather than on them. Hip cock is fine, tail can curl around more fully, and finally those arms to either side with his fingers curled.
Of course he knows cheetahs don't roar! This isn't about cheetah, but Hiyori. Smile's great, like always, and he starts snapping away. Front, side, a slightly-overhead shot, lower angle at a diagonal. Tilt your head to the side, not that much, lift your right arm higher and lower the left one, hands closer to your cheek, now further apart, roll your shoulders, lean back, now forward, subtle changes over and over to capture Hiyori's roar in all its elements.
Right, because all roars are musical...]
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Well in that case, there's nothing to worry about.
[He beams his approval when Bakugo says he'll extend their time as needed. What a pal. The best photographer an idol with an exhibitionist streak can ask for!
Really, he is doing a good job. Surly attitude aside, Bakugo is handling things like a pro. Guiding his subject through different poses, coming up with plenty of ideas, paying attention to positioning, and making sure to capture his subject from myriad different angles. He's being very thorough, and Hiyori would be remiss not to bring the same energy. So, he does: he gives it his all, and he musters the very best "Gao!" that he can make. Cute, but ferocious!
The challenge is making all those small little adjustments while still holding the same basic pose. It takes a lot of control over his body, more than he's used to exhibiting since he hasn't done a professional photoshoot in well over a year. Can he get on this guy's level? Not quite. Still, when Bakugo tells him to tilt his head, he does, and when he says "not that much" he adjusts accordingly. Rolling his shoulders, leaning forward and backward, and widening the span of his arms: he can do it all. His "cute and ferocious" aura barely changes, though there are small, almost imperceptible shifts: a slight furrow to his brow as he concentrates here, a shift in the position of his legs when he'd only meant to move his upper body there. For the most part, though? He's a professional.]
Gao! Gao!
[He keeps the cute noises coming, giving the camera a sly wink! Then, once it seems like Bakugo has made his last request for the time being, he relaxes his stance and pipes up again.]
What say we finish with a bang? I hop down from the branch, you capture me mid-jump! Unless there's something else you wanted to try first.
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Hiyori's going to have to hope he gives the blonde reason to extend their time! Of course he's being thorough and efficient! He told the idol he'd give him a scrapbook beyond all others by the time they were done, and he's not about to let that promise down. Each click of the camera has a point, he doesn't waste photographs on stupid things he sees no value in, though he'd be lying if he said every photo he took he thinks belongs in the finished project. Because it's not all him; this is for Hiyori too. He wants the idol to have a lot to "play with" in addition to the final tome. Apparently he gets the drift, because he's making his own roars.
Damn right Hiyori's a professional. He follows each of Bakugo's corrections and changes, from the small to the large, impressing him with his skill. Never doubted the guy for a moment. Capturing his roar, capturing his wink, capturing his "claws" and his tilted figure as he coils on the tree trunk. With a final click, he lifts the camera from his face and holds it askew above his shoulder, red eyes focused on Hiyori's preparing figure.] Go for it. But you're gonna do it three times so I can get different shots.
[There are a trio in mind. 1) Frontal, with Bakugo taking the snap of Hiyori lunging towards him mid-jump, arms reaching his claws ahead in preparation to pounce. He leaves the face up to him. 2) Below, with Bakugo lying on his back and adjusting a light on the ceiling; this creates a backlit glow behind the leaping Hiyori, catching the lines of his body and limbs as he stretches overhead in a midair leap. 3) Dynamic, with Bakugo on the side and photographing at an angle, capturing the way the idol's shoulders and profile stretch with his leap, arms different heights to give him the best shot of Hiyori's face.
He can pick the order if he feels he's gonna run out of stamina pouncing three times in a row...]
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That does mean I have to climb up the tree three separate times. [Ugh, effort. But then he shrugs and says,] Oh well. When you have to work hard for a good shot, the result feels even more satisfying! But I'll be working you rather hard too, so do keep that in mind.
[And then it's off to the races.
He does his best with the first leap: arms out and "claws" at the ready, lips forming an open-mouthed smile that shows off his teeth. He even growls a bit as he pushes off the branch. Cute, ferocious, possibly deadly: that's how his cheetah comes across! But don't worry, he won't be taking a bite out of his photographer, since that would just be horrible manners.
He lands on his feet in a crouch, then springs up to full height, hands on his hips and chest puffed out with pride at how he handled the jump.]
Perfect, right? Hope it didn't come out blurry! βͺ
[And then it's back up the tree and onto the next jump. This time it's not just Bakugo telling him what to do, and he bosses his cameraman around a bit: "Lie flat, alright? All the way back!" Hey, the position at which Bakugo holds the camera is also important to how the photo comes out. But when it's time to jump, he jumps, and he nails the second jump just as well as he did the first.
Then it's back up the tree again and onto the third shot. Bakugo moves to the side of the fake tree, so he can capture Hiyori's profile, and Hiyori jumps off the branch a third time, pushing off with the balls of his feet. He stretches his shoulders, his arms, sticks his backside in the air so the camera can get a good view of his tail. And he smiles again, flashing his teeth, allowing Bakugo to take a shot that should be just as good as the first two.
The trouble occurs when it's time to land. He wouldn't say he's feeling tired, but maybe the successive jumps did put a dent in his stamina. Or maybe it's just a coincidence that this third jump didn't carry him quite as far. He still lands on his feet, but this time he lands on one of the prop branches surrounding the base of the tree, and he ends up stumbling over it.]
Aghβ?!
[He trips and tips forward, eyes flashing with alarm, before he catches himself with his palms right before his nose can hit the ground. That's how he ends up: on all fours with his head bowed, his butt (and tail) sticking up in the air. Not at all dignified.
Though it is somewhat catlike.]
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[He's done far more labor-intensive efforts than a photoshoot. Bakugo takes his positions with each leap, focusing on capturing Hiyori in different poses and angles, all the while playing with lighting and shadows to make these shots dynamic! Even after the idol lands, he keeps shooting, capturing not only his leaping pounce, but his ground strike and rebound, with whatever pose he wants. (Even if he does look like a cheetah-print starman with that hip-held chest puff.) Bakugo scoffs at his concern.] It's a high-tech camera; don't worry about blur.
[Dammit, he IS lying flat! You want him to blow a hole in the floor to get below ground level?! Don't tell him what to do! This is his photoshoot and he knows how to take a picture! (All the while making those adjustments Hiyori bitched about, if they're actually better than his original actions. Which most are. Fuck. This guy's a professional and Bakugo actively avoids the PR crap heroes are often called into.]
Oy! [A hero is a hero. Photography's forgotten, his body reacts and he dashes forward, ending in a lunge with one hand snagging the back of Hiyori's collar and shirt in a harsh fist. Enough tension between his arm and the fabric springs the idol backwards on his hands. No busting his teeth on the ground. Bakugo clicks his tongue in annoyance. Half that Hiyori tripped, half that he caught himself and didn't need him to do it.]
Hold that pose. [THAT SAID-
*click*]
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No, actually, he did just do the last one. Bakugo dives to the rescue like a true hero, even snagging the back of his silly cheetah outfit, but alas; he still ends up in that embarrassing pose.
An embarrassing pose which just got immortalized in a photograph forever. He blinks his eyes blearily and focuses just in time to see Bakugo snap that picture, at which point he puffs up like... well, like an offended cat.]
That was an outtake!
[He huffs, shooting Bakugo a glare as he sits himself up properly. But then, out of curiosity, he scoots over and peers down at the camera to see how the picture came out. And as he looks, his expression mellows.]
... actually, I came out looking cute, so I'll allow it!
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Hiyori has to do some kind of exercise to keep himself fit and trim. Embarrassing? Hah! As if. Jun will think it's hot, seeing his boyfriend in a sporty position for once. And Hiyori's reaction to the shot? Bakugo's all shit-faced grins as he straightens up and tauntingly holds the camera up over his shoulder in a brazen display.]
It's goin in, Parrot. I bet Jun's gonna enjoy it. [Nope! He's using his photographer clout to shoehorn this push-up Hiyori into the scrapbook. But he lowers the camera and shows the idol its resulting capture (keeping his thumb over the delete button so there's no fast ones). Even zooms in to show him the details.] Told ya.
Now go get rinsed off and changed.
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He glares some more when Bakugo insists on the photo, but after seeing it for himself... well, he can't object. He'll just pretend he meant to pose like that if anyone asks. He's acting out the role of the cheetah, after all! And it's not the first or only photo Bakugo's taken of him today with his butt in the air.]
Fine! While I'm doing that, you move the prop, alright?
[They won't be needing a big tree for the rest of their photos. He gets up and walks off the set, tail sticking out behind them, and takes off his costume behind the so-called "privacy screen." Then he rinses off as instructed (though he doesn't take off all his make-up) and comes out wearing a shiny gold robe. Is it skimpy and tacky? Yes and yes! This is the Golden Peacock, after all. And speaking of skimpy, tacky outfits...
Once he's out of the bathroom, it's back to the wardrobe. This time he fishes out the fake (?) leather shorts and suspenders that Bakugo pointed out before.]
I want to do a cool look next, so how about these? And I bet they'd pair well with this!
[He holds them up with another equally skimpy garment: a black "officer's" top with cropped sleeves, buttons down the front, a tie, and a couple of fake badges. For all the "man in uniform" fetishists.]
Look, there's even a cap! ... ugh, but on second thought...
[His face falls with disappointment. Guess who just noticed one of the badges on the tank top says Official Dingdong Inspector?]
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Duh. I'm setting up the next stage. [It would be easier if Hiyori picked his costume first, but he'll make do with the general theme. Whether the guy's rinsing off everything or only going neck down with makeup touches is the idol's decision. So which one are they going for? Oh, the leather shorts of suspenders. He can work with that. As tempting as it is to stick the guy in steel mill and play with sweat, steam, and lights, Hiyori would die in under two minutes in such a setting. With the cropped top, their theme settles on a sexy "officer" look. Seeing his face fall at one of the badges, Bakugo scoffs and turns back to the computer screen as he continues working on setup.] Take the stupid badge off. It's not permanent.
[It's a badge. One final shove and he pushes the front half of a car into place. Of course it's a prop. Barely a hood and a windshield with a few inches of cab emerging from the wall. A wall with the rest of the car digitally green screened behind it, red and blue lights spinning a dance-like pulse about the room. Slick streets after the rain, a lovely sunset cracking the fading clouds, street lamps casting golden cones of safety along damp sidewalks, impressive office buildings lining the road to give the scene a high-class air. Tiptoeing the idea of an actual police officer on duty and a stripper police officer come to party. Fans on either side control the speed and direction of whatever breeze they want, with a mist machine dusting the floor with evaporating rainfall.]
There's a pair of handcuffs to your left. ... No, beside the riding crop.
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[The upside is that the "Dingdong Inspector" badge does come off. The downside is that the other badge also has something stupid printed on it: "Officer Booty Shorts." That's the costume-wearer's identity, apparently. Officer Booty Shorts, the official dingdong inspector!
But the badges were the only thing adding a pop of color to the otherwise all-black ensemble. So after contemplating the matter, he grudgingly decides to leave the "Officer Booty Shorts" button. He draws the line at being a dingdong inspector, but he will indeed be wearing booty shorts. That's just an objective fact.
In any case, he locates a pair of black boots from the shoe rack and starts gathering all parts of the costume, so he can get changed behind the ~sexy~ privacy screen. But then Bakugo points out one more thing, causing him to look over. Seeing what he's done to the studio, Hiyori's brows raise. He's impressed!]
Now that's a nice setting. I can't wait to pose with that car. And the sleek cityscape looks just perfect.
[As for the handcuffs, he bends down (in his tiny shorts) to look at those, before snatching those up as well and adding them to the pile.]
Thanks! I'll hook these to my waist. Though it'd be even better if I had another model I could arrest. But since I don't, I'll have to think outside the box!
[ Maybe he'll pester Jun to do a shoot with him next time. But for now he just files that idea away for later and skips off behind the screen. He gets ~sexily~ changed and hops out some minutes later wearing the shorts, suspenders, boots, cap, and top with its one badge. The handcuffs are hooked around a belt loop (though he isn't wearing a belt), and he's sporting a cheeky grin. One hand on his hip, he reaches up to adjust his cap.]
Ta-da! βͺ What do you think? "Cool," right?
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Bakugo leaves Hiyori to deal with his badge problem and continues last touches on his scene setup. If they need the badges for color, they can remove the stupid words during editing. He flicks through lighting choices, eye lids lowered in focus with each rendition of daylight: morning, noon, evening, and nightlight: dusk, night, dawn. Probably cycle through each of them during the photo shoot for variety while Hiyori poses. Sucks they couldn't have a full car in here. Sure, the resort had the option. He simply didn't want to deal with moving it in and out of the room.
Hiyori better take the cuffs, not the fucking crop. This is a police officer! Not some goddamn stripper at a bachelor party! Flicking the time frame back to dusk, he watches street lights flare on and reset the scene to its previous lighting. All the elements edging towards decidedly noir.]
Hmph. I told you I know what I'm doing. [Half proud defensive, half pure proud. Damn right his choices made a great scene! Other variations tuck away behind his controls for quick switches as they progress in the shoot.] They have dummies to use.
[He isn't suggesting it; the stupid things take a fair chunk of time to set up, and most of them are likely programed to act more like sex dolls than an assistant to general posing. Bakugo finishes linking the camera to the set up and thumbs through a few more options to change lighting and side decor. He glances up when Hiyori reappears from the screen.] Che, I didn't think you'd be able to rock a suspender look.
[Color him surprised.]
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You know it's unprofessional for a photographer to yell at a model, right? I just thought they might've been sewn on, that's all!
[Then he turns up his nose. ]
And I don't really want to cuff a dummy, so I'll pass on that.
[Yeesh, this is what he gets for calling Bakugo a smart boy. But by the time he emerges from the privacy screen, all is forgiven more or less. Bakugo may be rude and yell-y, but he, Hiyori Tomoe, is looking sexy and cool, and that's what counts! He smiles smugly when even Bakugo can't find fault with his appearance, and cocks a hip to show off what a snug fit the shorts are. (Boy, is he showing off his legs a lot during this shoot.)]
You shouldn't be! I already said I can pull off any look. This right here's your proof~βͺ
[He takes a moment to admire himself in the full-length mirror (yep, still sexy and still cool!) before he bends over and... oh no. Oh no, look what he just picked up.]
This looks fun to wave around.
[He is brandishing the riding crop. Sorry, Bakugo.]
I don't like the thought of really hitting someone, but thankfully it's just pretend! So, should I bring this onto the set? Or leave it now and go back for it later? You're a boy who's into fighting and things like that, so you must want to take some action-y shots.
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When Hiyori returns, he gives the normal once over, but has nothing to say in fault. Makeup checks out, no lingering traces of cheetah spots or savanna eyeliner. Did he even touch up his makeup from before? Sweat and activity can smudge. A fitting police uniform for the resort. Hiyori wears it well. Could they make it more ridiculous? He shoves the question away and turns back to his set piece. Starting at one hour with the intent of progressing through the "day" with each set of images.]
Uh-huh. I know some you wouldn't want to. [But would he be able to? Yes. Even a gory Halloween shoot if the situation called for it. Tempting to suggest a sweat-soaked bedraggled appearance... if he didn't think Hiyori could pull it off regardless. Makeup can do amazing shit even without the real thing.]
Oy! You wanna look like a dominatrix? [Because that's what a damn riding crop is gonna add to his already-skimpy law enforcer uniform! Bakugo glances back at Hiyori before tilting his head towards the set.] It's your call. It won't change what I want. [His expression darkens.] Don't equate me with a damn riding crop...
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[That might just rip it! At that point, it's probably better to just choose different clothes, considering they have a wardrobe full of costumes and only two hours to work with. But the badge did come off, so their silly argument draws to a close. He hops out of the privacy screen all dressed up and ready to go! ... including makeup, which I totally forgot to mention. Oops. Yep, we'll say he touched that up too.
They may be done arguing about police badges, but now comes their next disagreement. Hiyori is excited to brandish a prop, but Bakugo is considerably less impressed. He says it'll make him look like a "dominatrix!" Which is one of those women who wears black boots and hits people with whips, he thinks? He isn't one, but he kind of gets the comparison.]
You haven't actually said what you want. But I guess I haven't said what I want either, beyond a "cool" look.
[He tries thinking about it now. The last shoot was straightforward; a cheetah is a cheetah. He knew what sort of role he ought to play, and he took to it with gusto. But what sort of character is he playing this time? Just who exactly is Officer Shorts? Probably not a serious cop, with an outfit like this and a name like that, but "dominatrix" wasn't quite what he had in mind either.
It might be fun. Taking on a role like that and seeing if he can make Bakugo buy the performance. He ponders for a few more moments, then cheerfully shrugs.]
There are lots of things I could do with it. I could tuck it in my belt, tap the hood of the car, twirl it like a baton, drag it slowly down my chest, or use it to tip someone's chin up.
[Though the last one would be hard to show in a photo without another actor or a dummy. He twirls it idly now and says:]
But I am curious. Is it just that you were aiming for something less crude, or is it that you don't think I can pull off that sort of "dominant" character?
[What was it Bakugo said at the gala? That there was no way he could possibly ever top unless he was riding someone's ****? Yep, guess who remembers that!]
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[Unless the damn thing was sewn into the costume like a patch. They have more than two hours if Bakugo wants to extend the time. He's messing with the camera when Hiyori finally emerges from behind his partition screen. Costumed up and with his face all touched back to an immaculate image. Fitting with this new ensemble's color scheme and everything. Tch, he's an idol through and through. Doesn't miss a damn detail.
What the hell kind of image did Hiyori think he'd present brandishing a riding crop while dressed in hot pants and black suspenders? He glances to the idol's prop of choice, noting how the other man's wheels are turning in agreement. Honestly, has he ever seen a policeman with a riding crop in hand? A baton, yes, but this sort? He's not a flogger. (This isn't helped by Bakugo having Midnight as his teacher, a Pro Hero who dresses like a dominatrix and uses a riding crop and whip as support items.)
Satisfied with the camera setup and scenery, he dips his head in a slight nod towards the car's hood.]
Since when do you want to look like something crude? [A dominatrix, case in point. While most people wouldn't say that profession is "crude", considering Hiyori's usual reactions, Bakugo figured he'd want to go for a sexy cop model routine, rather than someone who'd whip your ass and make you beg for handcuffs while stepping on your crotch with high heeled leather boots. He could be wrong; he doubts he is.] But if you can spin it, get up there and stand next to the car.
[Because his first pose is going to mix the cool and the sensual. With Hiyori posing beside the car, face spread in a cheeky but confident grin, one hand on the brim of his cap as he lifts it to show his eyes, other hand spinning the crop around like a cocky punk getting ready to take someone down or show his boyfriend a good time in that costume.
... It is kind of dominant.]
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[Though if he really wants this dumb argument in the past, he should've just let Bakugo have the last word. Alas, he's too much of a yapper to let anyone have that very often.
If Hiyori was a hero, he wouldn't be a whip-wielding hero like Midnight. He'd be the Sunavenger Aristocrat, like they previously discussed. But he isn't opposed to trying a role outside his wheelhouse. At home, he'd have to worry about a shoot like this ruining his image, but here he can try new things. Wield different personas and experiment with new techniques like the pole-dancing moves he learned at Ugly Duckling. He wouldn't flog anyone's butt with a riding crop in his own time*, but he can play the part of someone who would.
(* = Unless he was experiencing a Spades suit mega-flare. Then all bets are off.)]
Even I have to admit this is already a bit crude. [He's wearing a badge that says "Officer Booty Shorts," for pete's sake.] But if Baku-kun has another vision in mind, I'd be happy to hear it.
[How does the other boy see him? Where does he think his appeal lies? The answer to those questions can probably be found in how Bakugo asks him to pose next. Which it seems they're getting to now: Bakugo starts directing him again, telling him to stand next to the car, to which Hiyori smiles and complies without fuss. He trusts his photographer to help him shine!]
Right, of course they'll want to see those. βͺ
[That's his response when Bakugo tells him to raise the cap and show his eyes. Ah, but what sort of expression should he go for? Playful? Mischievous?
The look he gives the camera is a little of both. But there's an additional gleam there in his eyes, an undercurrent of something dark. He narrows those eyes at the corners as he smiles, showing a flash of teeth, haughty and hard-edged compared to usual. It's more this kind of smile than this kind: less "cute," more "dominant."
He cocks his hip, his cap tipped and his feet planted next to the car, and then he twirls the baton as Bakugo directed. That might come off better on video than it does on camera, with the movement, but the message is the same either way: look at this thing he's got on-hand. He could use it wheneeeever he wants. He doesn't need to say or show what for: the audience can sexily fill the blanks using their imagination.
Once Bakugo's snapped a few photos like that, he chirps:]
Don't forget to get one from below! Some might find it heart-racing to have me looking down on them from above~βͺ
[He doubts that applies to his photographer, but...]
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Hmph, unless your boyfriend only gets off on you wearing a three-piece suit, he'll like it. [Right, because behind this entire effort is Jun's pleasure. Pretty damn sure Hiyori's seen models pose around sports cars, wearing simply clothing and pretending they like others ogling them or the vehicle being shown. He's never bothered with those things. A car should be able to sell itself, not require a pair of tits and ass to carry it along. But the idol's doing something similar now, though Bakugo intends for the car to be a sidepiece to the main attract: Hiyori.]
Uh-huh. People looking at this shot are gonna be attracted and nervous together. [Good nervous, the kind which makes people twist their fingers and glance around with a stupid grin playing on their faces. Wanting the handsome officer's attention, but not sure just how "badly" they're gonna have it once they get it. Hiyori's touch of darkness trickling through his eyes adds to his expression, and Bakugo zooms in to take a few profile shots of his head and shoulders alone. Capturing that rare look on his visage. Yeah, Hiyori could be dominate if he wanted to. Hell if Bakugo's ever gonna admit such to him.
Relax. This camera can take at least 60 fps on its lowest setting; he'll capture the baton twirl easily without a blur effect. Could take a video, but he would've done so with the cheetah pounce if he intended to. More shots snap as he moves from one X to the next, swinging from left to right for various captures. Changing angles from high to low, using step stools if necessary, or dropping to his knees should he want the proverbial "hinting up-skirt" shot you can't get with booty shorts. Yeah, yeah, he got the low-angle shots. Pushing back to his feet, Bakugo flicks through the last couple shots, making sure there's nothing more he wants before giving Hiyori the go ahead to move.]
Next one's gonna be on the hood. You wanna sit, lie, or crouch? [Don't worry, he tested the prop and it won't cave in under Hiyori's weight.]
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[At this point he's just saying more stuff in order to get the last word in. He's a yapper and an egotist himself. But is that really a surprise, considering they're here because he wanted an exclusive photoshoot? Sure, he could say the photoshoot is for Jun, but it's also clearly for himself. He wanted to wear cute outfits, do an idol-like activity, and appreciate himself in the photos after they're done!
And maybe also to spend time with a friend, and see that friend's photography skills. But of course if he said that, Bakugo would probably tell him to stop being mushy. And speaking of mush...]
Right, Jun-kun always loves me lots, no matter what I wear!
[Now he's just bragging. But anyway, on with the shoot.
He lifts his cap, twirls his crop, tries to look "dominant"... and it works! Which he knows because his little pantomime doesn't receive any snide comments from Bakugo. In fact, it receives the opposite response, as Bakugo tells him that anyone seeing the photo will find him attractive. Attractive, and intimidating. His goal isn't normally to make people nervous, but in this case? He'll take it!]
True, when you see someone this good-looking, it's natural to get tongue-tied. Unless you're Baku-kun, that is.
[Though he did get a little tongue-tied for a second there at the gala, when Hiyori turned his teasing back on him and asked him about his sex preferences. Don't worry, though, he's playing nice for now. He poses for the succession of photos, pleased with the low-angle shots Bakugo is taking and seizing the opportunity to look down on him haughtily. When will he get a chance like that again, after all? He doesn't specifically ask for an upskirt (upshorts?) shot, but he does tell him:]
Make sure to capture all my best angles~βͺ
[Not that he needs to say it when that's exactly what Bakugo seems to be doing. He gets plenty of shots of him brandishing the crop, and then informs him the next one should be taken on the car hood. Hiyori looks at the prop for a moment, contemplating poses. Lots of different ones spring to mind, but since they've decided they're going for a "dominant" sort of vibe...]
I have an idea.
[Rather than explain, he decides it'd be easiest to demonstrate. Backing up to the hood of the of the car, he takes a seat normally, facing Bakugo and the camera. Then he lowers his waist and slowly spreads his legs. Wide, until they're making a V-shape. His hands drape over his thighs, one of them still holding the riding crop, the whip end pointed against the roof of the car. Is this the most obscene pose anyone's ever struck at the Golden Peacock? Not by a longshot, and he did much worse on-camera himself during that whole movie-filming (as Bakugo well knows). But for an idol whose image is more elegant than crude, this is still a departure, and that's what makes it fun. The challenge!]
Something like this works, doesn't it?
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[Bakugo made a promise to take a great photoshoot of Hiyori and he's not going to break that promise! While he isn't a professional at taking pictures, he's had practice in the past and considers himself a good enough eye to know what's attractive or interesting and what's not. Knowing a decent chunk of Jun's preferences, along with a lot of Hiyori's, comes together for a shoot designed with both idols in mind.]
Uh-huh. [Jun won't mind what Hiyori's in as long as his boyfriend isn't wearing something deliberately demeaning. Bakugo thumbs across the screen once more, flipping through the previous set's shots. A few of them he makes for deletion, though he'll let Hiyori pass judgement later. Others are tagged as potential scrapbook material. Favored shots. Captured intent: Hiyori's dangerous and dominant side, tinged with his cocky nature and radiant spirit, which will never be tampered down. His smile and his eyes sparkle in sheer contrast with his planted foot and twirling "weapon" of choice.]
I'm getting every damn angle. [Literally. From front to side, sweeping an arc, and around to his back, with shots above and below capturing all potential degrees. An ashen brow arches into his bangs when Hiyori takes the proverbial reins. Seated on the car-- expected. Spreading his legs-- kinky. With the crop end propped to the roof, both hands lazily tossed over his thighs, there's a sultry sort of expectant demand radiating from the idol's pose. Bakugo snorts in response to his question before pointing at the other man's left leg.] Prop your heel on the car bumper.
[It'll give him another element of brash and posing, since a lot of model shots are asymmetrical. Fingers take either side of his camera and lift it to his face once more, a hunter prepared to capture his prey in all elements as the setting sun lighting lazily changes to a moonlit night.]
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[Bakugo's been a good sport so far, to be honest. Hiyori has little to complain about. Jun, on the other hand, would probably have plenty of complaints if he realized Hiyori has blabbed about his preferences so often that even people like Bakugo are aware of them. That's what you get for dating a chatterbox.
What are Bakugo's tastes, though? They've been trapped together at a sex resort for ages, but Hiyori still has no idea. The guy keeps that stuff under wraps. As well he should, if this was back home, but here people are more likely to shout about their turn-ons from the rooftops. Did Bakugo point out the suspenders because that's the sort of look he finds appealing? That sort of leather biker aesthetic? Or might he have a thing for uniforms? It's none of Hiyori's business, but he can't help but feel curious as he watches Bakugo go through the photos in the viewfinder.
Whatever the answer is, he's approaching the shoot like a professional. And he hasn't let Hiyori down yet, which means Hiyori has no problem following his next instruction. He'd thought a head-on shot could be good, one of him staring down the viewer with his thighs spread on either side of himself. But something called the "rule of thirds" applies, right? Most photographers don't want their shots to be perfectly on-center and symmetrical. He does as he's told, hoisting one leg up and planting his boot on the car, shifting a bit to the other side and planting one palm down on the car for balance. He maintains his cocky attitude, grinning devilishly at the camera. If anyone's the "prey" here, it's meant to be the viewer!
Ah, but what should he do with the riding crop in this new pose? He could wave it, hold it over his shoulder, or let it keep resting against the car. ... Orrr he could hold it against his own thigh so it's pointing right at his crotch. Subtle!]
Too much?
[Bakugo can be counted on to be honest. If it looks too trashy, he'll tell him.]
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Hiyori could very well guess what some of Bakugo's tastes were. He makes what he doesn't like painfully clear. Applying those to his sexual partners might be tricky, but it's a good start. Weakness, indecision, pandering, sappy crap, emotions, blabbermouths. People who don't fit his ideal version of strength and attraction. Perhaps Hiyori could see into some of it here, where those "tough guy" shots are more interesting and focused than going for a frilly outfit among clouds and bubbles. Dressed as a police officer, even a sultry one, basking in the glow of street lamps on a rain-slick road atop a car. How much of that masculine impression does Hiyori need to figure out Bakugo's interested in such things. Then again, he has an idea of what Jun likes too, so caters to his lean as well. But isn't leaving out Hiyori's preferences too. Hell if he wants to treat the idol as a dress-up doll to command.
Symmetry and asymmetry in a shot have their places. Bakugo got a few of those equal parts when Hiyori was perched on the branch and jumping into the screen. Similar with those two suspenders in perfect place without leaving one dangling (he'll do that later), and having Hiyori centered on the car hood despite one leg propped up. Mix and match. Both arms on the metal behind him, lent back with his chest forward to expose more of his skin. Just enough the suspenders slide beside his nipples. Predator and prey together. Yeah, Hiyori's decision with the riding crop earns a brief snort behind the camera, but in agreement instead of protest.] Just right.
[And snap. From all angles like normal, before he calls for variations in the same position. Change legs, switch arms, hold the crop between his teeth, both feet on the ground, now on the bumper, arms between his legs with his palms' heels perched behind the car's emblem statue (this one Hiyori can switch to a more cute eagerness, as if he's ready to leap off or simply excited to be photographed), before having him splay out on the car hood in a leisurely lounge for another set of pictures.]
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