He checks his equipment is in place, eyes averting to Simon on the stool in the centre of the room on his phone. Wille had gone charity shopping earlier and found green clothing for him to wear, and if the sun decides to treat him, he could possibly incorporate that too.
“Could you take the shirt off? If you’re comfortable with that?”
Simon fondly rolls his eyes. “The things I do for you.” He casually throws the shirt into Wille’s hands, who shoves it onto a chair.
He didn’t know Simon had nice… biceps. He shouldn’t be surprised. The guy usually lives in comfortable, loose clothing and doesn't often show his physique off.
“Ok, so what do I do? Do I pose?”
Wille turns around from double-checking he’s using the correct lens and the setting of the exposure to see the sunlight bathing Simon, his skin an ocean of gold. He gulps, goosebumps rising. “Could you, like, spread your legs?”
He does as he’s told, laughing. “Normally only after a couple of dates, but I’ll make an exception for you.”
Wille presses the shutter button.