A picture paints a thousand words

Writing Prompt; word: bond.

Mick couldn't help but giggle to himself as he now clutched the printed photos in his hands. Aarne had developed the photographs of the guitarist in artistic and erotic poses so that he could give them to Ziggy. It had been a porn shoot of sorts with Mick in the shower showing off his wet, glistening body as well as laying on the bed touching himself. What better way to share a bond then to open up your heart and show yourself to your partner in the most primal of ways.

"You'll love these, mate."

The blond now finding Ziggy sat with Hunter and Gilly at the bar area talking. He'd have to get Ziggy alone because he didn't want either Hunter nor tartmouth Gilly to see them. These were private and very intimate. Sliding onto the barstool next to the Anthean, Mick pocketed the photos inside his jacket for now, instead sliding an arm around Ziggy's lithe waist.

"What are you drinking, love? Can I get you another?"

Hunter raised a brow at Mick as Gilly ordered himself another fruity cocktail which was pink and sparkly. Of course. Hunter with his large full glass of red wine wondered where Mick had been for the afternoon. Wasn't he talking with Aarne about something? Lighting up a smoke, Mick then ordered himself a gin and waited to see what Ziggy wanted while leaning close.

"I've got something to show you, private like. Away from wandering eyes."

Gilly just looked at Mick before finding himself being kissed by Hunter. Weird was on the other end of the bar talking to Hans and Erik.