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A flash lit up the dark mechanic room for less than a second. Franky's eyes dilated mechanically as a reflex. "You realize you could just spy on me any time you want, right? You don't need any pictures."
Robin lowered the camera from one eye. "I know." She giggled, innocently, before snapping another photograph. "But I like documenting things."
"And what are you documenting, exactly?" Franky growled with a smirk from where he was poised on the love seat in his workshop. His bare chest exposed, leg cocked up to expose his groin. He wasn't shy at all, in fact he loved the attention. "You gotta document this rockin' bod of mine?"
"Mhm..." Robin mumbled seriously as she adjusted the focus for a close up. She snapped photos of his chest, his legs, his neck, and of course the massive outline of his dick.
"How about this?" He grabbed the bulge in his hands through the cloth of his speedo, which at this point was fairly useless at covering anything.
"Hmm.. yeah, hold that." She said, taking photographs of the mass.
With each flash, the attention made him harder. He found it difficult not to at least give a few strokes through the underwear.
Robin lowered the camera briefly. "You can touch yourself, dear." She smiled.
"Oh! Well, if you insiiiiist." He grinned. He freed himself from the speedo, showing off his goods to the camera. He held it lightly first, letting her get the best views. He thought about who might get to see these pictures, what she planned to do with them. Would she jerk off to them? Maybe just browse them while she was bored? Blackmail? Would anyone else see him like this?
His fist started pumping, and he leaned back with a contented sigh. The camera snapped numerous photos all the while.
He reeled his head back, and felt the camera come closer. Looking up, he saw Robin taking photographs of his face. "What, you got bored of my dick that quick?" He laughed breathily.
"No," she said as her hand trailed his torso. "But, this is where the real show is."
Franky blushed at that, he was used to showing off his sex, but he'd never considered only his face. Was he that expressive when jerking off? "K-knock yourself out." He said, leaning back to get comfortable again.
Robin held the camera steady as she slowly began to situate herself on his waist for a better viewing angle. Franky kept idly jerking it, though he must have shown hesitation once he realized how watched he was.
Robin also seemed to notice, because the camera snaps had slowed. Instead, she began to slip off her pants. Franky watched through half lidded eyelids as Robin removed everything below the waist, sitting on him bare. His eyes widened.
Gingerly she backed herself up. Wordlessly, she took his dick from him into her own hands.
"Robin?" Franky asked, though he knew he didn't need to.
She threw him a quick smirk, before lowering herself onto him. She was soaked, he realized. He held onto her as his back arched, and he moaned.
Snap.
She was back to taking pictures. "That's perfect." She whispered, her voice deep and edgy. "Keep going. Use me. Don't even pay attention to me."
Franky nodded, a little overwhelmed by all that was her. He took her waist in his hands, and began to fuck into her easily. He shuddered, and that was another photograph.
"Keep going." She would say again, until she didn't need to. His head pulled back, and his rhythm quickened. Each moan and lip bite, every time he exposed his neck, every time he said "I'm close," the camera would flash in the dim light.
He said it again, a bit more urgently, but this time a red light appeared. He opened his eyes and saw that she started recording instead.
"Keep going." She whispered, grinding her hips when he hesitated. He didn't need to be told twice. He wanted to give her a good show, something she could watch over and over and over again. Maybe even something everyone could see, over and over...and over... and...
He came, groaning as he bucked upwards and into her. She leaned in, the camera never wavering from his twisting expression. "Good... Good..." She encouraged, as his jerking hips became more of limp shudders.
The red light turned off with a "ba-dum" noise, confirming the footage had saved. He panted, and looked up as she lifted himself off him, the mess dripping out of her. She looked down for a minute, considering this mess, before handing him the camera.
"Here. You take one."
He blinked at her, slow to understand, but eventually getting there. Franky's hands fumbled with the tiny camera, especially now as they shook from climaxing. The first shot was a close up of her figure, a string of white still connecting the two.
He zoomed in slightly more for the second shot, admiring her anatomy. Robin reached down with a hand and spread herself to show off to him. The camera snapped again.
He tilted the camera up to look at her face, which took her by surprise for half a second.
She smiled, with all the warmth and slyness and sincerity mixed into one expression. He beamed. He was so lucky to have a perverted freak like her.
Snap.
Skeletal hands probed through the developed photographs, mixed with "oohs" and subtle "yo-hos". Brook stopped on one photo, with Franky's head fallen backwards as his mouth hanging frozen in an open moan. "You really worked him good. These are good photographs."
Robin smiled from the chair she was sitting backwards on, the camera hanging loose from one hand. "Thanks. You can keep whatever ones you like, I have plenty."
"You're sure he won't mind?" Brook asked, hollow eyes looking at her questioningly.
Robin gave a tiny laugh, her chin settling on the chair. "He would love you to have it."
The sifting through photographs slowed. Brook carefully lifted the second-to-last image to get a better look, his teeth grinding slightly in arousal at the close up of Robin. "...you're sure he won't mind?"
Robin's smile deepened, more slyly, not unlike the last photograph.
"He'd love it."