Every touch from the artist was far too brief and let him eager for the next--Jaxon let himself be moved easily, providing no resistance to gentle urging from Oriel. This was the first time he had ever had any make up applied. It felt different then the body paint. But once again, the seeker was paying little attention to the application and more to the applier. People were the most fascinating topics available to study in this world. Books and traditional learning had never held any appeal to him--but people, conversation, and connection to others always had.

A look of surprise came at the mention of explosions. Jax's curiosity was piqued. "What is your other job?" He asked, truly having no idea. The Cole had kept up with very few of their classmates since graduation--basically none.

The man did little to suppress his grin when Oriel confirmed himself single. Deviant ideas were reflected in darkening eyes--his pupil enlarged betraying the attraction he had for the artist.

"Just pleasant? Surely, I deserve somethin' a little bit better than that. And since neither of us have somebody waitin', ain't no reason to go home after we get done here. Come have a drink with me."

"I'm a professor at Hogwarts. I teach Alchemy. It's quite flammable." He hummed, his concentration deep as his eyes roamed over the other man's face. By now, even though his hands were completely steady, his composure wasn't.

At the other man's dilated pupils a shiver crawled up his spine, feeling his mouth go dry. Oh. Well, he'd already known where the man was aiming at, but if he was going to be so direct about it... Oriel still had to be professional. For now. And it seemed like Jaxon was hellbent on making that difficult for him. But he had an idea on how to remedy that.

"Do you?" He looked the other man in the eyes, a playful glint in them even if he wasn't smiling. "Maybe so. Who knows? But if you behave during the shoot then we might indeed go for a few drinks and find out."

"A professor at Hogwarts at twenty five? Wow. That's really amazing and just wow. Nice," Jaxon breathed out. Awe was evident on his face. For the first time, he was a bit intimidated by the man before him. Oriel was an academic. The scholarly types did not usually enjoy the company of simple jocks. And while Jax wasn't an idiot, he was not book smart in the least. Blessed with plenty of common sense, though, which kept him solid in life.

Jaxon enjoyed seeing the man before him squirm. Ever direct and bold, the extrovert radiated energy and sex appeal. He had never been one to beat around the bushes. If he saw something he wanted, he went after it.

"Damn straight. Neither of us should be reduced to pleasant. I think we can keep more interestin' than that, don't you? Another wink--and the ever present cocky come hither grin beckoned to Oriel.

At the photographer's reply to his offer, Jaxon laughed deeply. The husky bass rumble wrapped itself around them, embracing the duo. "Well, damn, I know can't behave. I'm still just gonna have to convince you anyway. Maybe if I misbehave enough, you will be thinkin' you need a drink by the time we are done."

At the man's awed voice he shrugged. People usually weren't overly impressed with him. He wasn't the youngest professor and while his subject was hard, it wasn't well known enough that people knew what to expect. So he answered what he mostly answered.

"Well, I'm glad you think so. Mostly I just try not to blow things up and end up doing it anyway." He shrugged, slightly moving one of his arms to show the man the burn wounds. "It happens often enough that our matron decided to teach me to heal myself instead of waking her up in the middle of the night.

Jaxon was very attractive and he oozed confidence, pulling Oriel towards him. And Oriel found himself not really fighting it. He may have been in a professional environment now, but later there would be no need to be so distant. So he smirked, suddenly pushing Jaxon's chin upwards to apply a thin coat of make up on his jawline, taking care to do it extra slowly so the soft brush could caress the man's skin.

"Interesting, indeed, fun too." He agreed, voice dipping into an alluring whisper. Then he pulled back and got to his feet and winked at the man. "Maybe. You could give it a shot."

He grabbed the bundle of clothes and tossed it to him. "Take off your pants and put these on for me."

There was only a pair of ripped, oily blue pants, nothing more.

"No need to be modest, that is really impressive. I definitely would have paid more attention back in school if we'd have had professors that looked like you." Oriel lifted his arm and Jaxon gingerly ghosted his fingertips over the healed old injuries. "Damn. Sounds and looks dangerous." his touch lingered longer than it had to, grazing over unblemished skin as his hand dropped back to his side.

All his baiting finally seemed to be wearing down the photographer's resistances. Jax let his eyes fall shit as Oriel's vicarious touch crept over his jaw. A soft sound of amusement and pleasure rose from his chest, quiet though and easily lost in the noise of the set.

They were definitely to go somewhere after this. For whatever professionalism that Oriel was maintaining, Jax knew that his evening just got a whole hell of a lot better. He just grinned in a way that promised he would be up to no good for the foreseeable future.

Oriel ordered his pants off, to which the seeker made the prompt reply of "yes sir!" The athletic shorts dropped to the ground and the fitted boxers he wore left very little to the imagination. Years spent in locker rooms made him shameless. But he didn't strip down completely naked just yet. "You want these off, too?" the man asked in a husky breath. That cocky grin promised he was happy to take every scrap of cloth off--with or without an audience.

When the answer was given, Jaxon complied before pulling on the pants Oriel had provided him. They set low on his hips, showing off that delicious curve of hip that led into his chiseled abs.

"Are you pleased?" he asked of the artist. Every word that came out of Jax's mouth seemed laden with innuendo. His eyes always betraying how every other thought that crept into his mind was sexualized.

Jason's fingers were soft as they touched his scars, and Oriel smiled slightly. The shiny skin was always a bit more sensitive than the rest, but nobody ever tried to touch them. Somehow people thought it would still hurt, but it didn't. In fact, he almost let the man keep touching them, but it wasn't professional and his assistants were watching. So he gently pulled back, casting a glance at the people watching until they turned away again.

When the man stood and took his pants off, Oriel let his eyes wander slowly over his body. He knew Jaxon didn't mind, in fact, he knew Jaxon revelled in being admired. And Oriel could admire. He was an artist. Even know he felt a desire to inspect every inch of him and put it down on paper. To study his beauty so closely that he could recreate it. But something told him no amount of skill would capture his essence properly.

"It's best you don't." Oriel told him, yet he wasn't surprised when the man took them off. He rolled his eyes, jet there was a slight tug at his lips as he continued to study him. Now that would also be a pleasure to draw. And touch.

He mentally chastised himself before stepping closer to the man, once the other pants were on. His gaze turned critical now, studying the way the colour of Jaxon's skin contrasted with the pants. It was good. He liked it, so he winked at the man.

"Quite." He trailed a hand over Jaxon's hipbones and inched the pants a tiny bit further down. "That's better. Can't disappoint my boss, now can I?"

Jaxon rolled his shoulders, sending a ripple effect down his muscular body. Eyes from around the room followed the motion, stroking his ego.

Despite being told not to strip down to nothing, he did it anyway. The seeker was incorrigible like that--being told no made him immediately need to do whatever he had been discouraged from. Especially when the look in Oriel's eyes didn't quite match his words. Even soft the length of the seeker was a marvel worthy of putting on display...so, of course, he had a duty to do just that.

He took his time before putting on the new pair of pants. Not so slowly that it was apparent that he was stalling, but there was certainly nothing hurried about his motions.

Once dressed, the photographer began to size him up again. The distance between them had grown during Jaxon's brief nudity, but was dropped to nothing when Oriel's hands came against his bare skin. The touch was hot, the feel of it lingering after it had gone. The entire brief experience left him yearning for more.

"Absolutely not, and I'm happy to do whatever to keep you in her good graces. Anything at all," he purred.

This entire experience was shaping up much differently than he had imagined it might. Very pleasingly so.

Oriel chuckled, his relaxed posture not quite matching the tension between them. Somehow he didn't feel uncomfortable, unlike all the times he'd hooked up with someone since his last... break up. Well, that had been one of the worst ones yet. But somehow he wasn't thinking about that now. Now, he was thinking about how in the world he'd never noticed Jaxon was so captivating when they were back at school. 

Either way, he turned away to look at the stage. It was good. Almost exactly how he'd imagined it, and that was good enough for him. With anyone else, he would have taken matters into his one hands, but now he just wanted everything to be done with. Drinks afterwards sounded quite tempting indeed.

"Then come along." He told Jaxon over his shoulder before waving Camden and Felicia, who looked exactly as he's wanted them to. While usually their appearances were beautiful to him around Jaxon they seemed faded. They didn't have the same... attraction. They were unobtainable, otherworldly, he was so human and so sinful. "Get on up there, you three."

The set was a makeshift room with ash blue walls and dark hardwood floors. The velvet bronze curtains were ripped and the golden curtain rods barely held on to the cracked plaster of the walls. There was all sorts of furniture, fancy with splintered shiny wood and blue and bronze and golden velvets and silks. There was broken glass and smashed crystals and shattered vases. It looked like it'd been hit by a hurricane. A hurricane than was Jaxon.

He took out his camera and watched every move the other man made with sharp eyes.

The pale models joined him with Oriel. When the command came to ascend to their places, Jaxon let his attention be moved from the photographer to his destination. The room was chaotic, but made for quite a brilliant backdrop, he thought.

His hand went to the small of each of model's back as they moved towards the stage, each statuesque figure on either side of him. They were both porcelain blondes--a distinct contrast against his dark hair and skin. He stood out even more in their midst. Hushed flirtatious were exchanged on the journey, bringing a bit of color to Felicia's face.

Laughter came and danced around them as they milled around, the models always staying close to Jax. Touches lingered and drifted from one to the other, without thought of the audience that watched them. All were well accustomed to receiving attention, to the end that none minded or truly noticed at all. The glances from one to the other carried smirks and innuendo. Flirtation was a natural language for all under the lens today. Sexual energy rolled off the trio in waves.

Eventually, the seeker turned his attention to Oriel, waiting for specific instructions from the photographer.

Oriel rolled his eyes at the models' and the seeker's behaviour, though he felt no real annoyance. Of course. Even when hitting on someone constantly he couldn't keep it in his pants. Not that he'd expected any different, he knew about Jaxon's reputation. A hook up was a hook up, nothing more. Though Oriel also considered the possibility that Jaxon would choose to take one of them home instead of him. Technically, that would save him from an awful lot of risks. Because every time Oriel let himself admire someone's beauty somehow he ended up hurt, even when he expected nothing else.

A hook up is a hook up, nothing more.

"Do stop that. I need Felicia to be pale, I can't work with a blushing model. Don't get het dismissed, Jaxon" He told them casually as he walked over, hanging his camera around his neck and tying up his hair in a messy bun. "If you three can keep it in your pants for ten minutes, I'd be grateful. All I need are two pictures."

He looked around before stepping over to a torn up, flipped couch. With a flick of his wand he set it back upright. He motioned for Jaxon to sit down, for Camden to stand in front of Jaxon with his back towards the Quidditch player, and for Felicia to stand behind him.