Paint you Naked [MINSUNG]

13

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Jisung could feel the blue paint start to dry on his cheek, and yet it didn't matter, none of it mattered. The soft sound of the violin coming from the street along with the distant voices of the crowds that filled the city of love that night, the flickering light Minho had turned on, the cold breeze that came in through the small window, none of it mattered.

There were shinning eyes in front of him, there was a hand on his waist, there was a breath on his lips.

Those things mattered.

He stayed still as Minho moved closer, touching him like one touches delicate glass, fingers lacing the fabric of his white shirt, gently grazing his skin. Jisung felt himself lean forward, stomach twitching, mind clouted as if he was not in control of himself.

"I'm..." he cleared his throat softly, hating that he spoke, for he could now see the hesitance in Minho's eyes. "I'm so... so confused." He whispered and the older smiled softly, turning his head a bit to the side.

Jisung was disappointed at the sudden distance, but the next second, the cold feeling was made even colder. His jaw fell as Minho chuckled, moving back with a shade of green in his hand.

"Why did you do that?", he pouted, cleaning his nose with his white sleeve, watching the mixture of colors.

"You're looking too plain in that white outfit. Why did you even dress that? Coming to an artist's house with white clothes?", he jumped forward, getting him more dirty and making the younger scream.

"Minho!", he pretended to cry. "I'll never get this off my clothes now!"

The painter turned them around, trying to get more paint in him and pulled both of them forward, getting his hands on the orange paint.

"It looks prettier like this.", he swiped a thumb across Jisung's forehead and grinned. "Simba is looking kind of different."

"You're a dork.", Jisung couldn't get the smile away from his face. He pulled a hand back, getting it dirty on some random color of paint and cupped the older's face, smiling at his realization. "If that's how you want to play."

The next minutes were a blur, as most things were in that city, like it happened in slow motion but nearly got forgotten as it ended. Like time passed by too fast for it to be remembered, but too slow to be described. Paint flew across the small room, laughter echoed loud enough to make a stranger smile down the street, wondering what happiness they could be experiencing below the light flickers.

By the time Jisung found himself finally breathing again, Minho had him stuck between him and the white canvas, that was no longer white. There was a mix of colors behind them, on the floor, on the walls. Their breaths mixed again, and smiles were splattered on their faces.

"You made a mess."

"We made a mess, you started this!", Jisung flicked Minho's forehead, and they both laughed again, their breaths slowing down. The older stroked his back, looking behind the shorter.

"Looks pretty."

"God, we ruined it. What were you going to draw in there?"

Minho shrugged.

"No idea, I bought it because it was on sale.", Jisung snorted, letting his head fall onto the older's shoulder. "What? Canvases are very expensive!"

"Okay, okay. What are you going to do with it now that we ruined it?"

Jisung's first mistake was lifting his head again, staring into the older's brown eyes once more. He gulped, noticing how the pair kept sliding down to his lips.

His second mistake was to lick his lips by reflex. He felt Minho struggle next to him, and their eyes met again.

"I guess we ruin it more."

"W-what?"

He got no answer, the only sound in the room for a while was the flickering light trying to stay on and Jisung's heart.

Then Minho leaned closer, and their noses touched. Jisung felt an arm snake around his waist and pull his closer.

"Want to paint with me?"

Jisung let their foreheads touch, closing his eyes and sighing, letting the delicate and confusing moment go on, he hooked both arms around Minho's neck and pulled him in, letting his thoughts fade as their lips met in between.

The kiss started soft, slow, light, like they were not real at all. Minho sighed into his mouth and gently lead the kiss, pressing more against him and tilting his head eagerly, but calmly. Jisung's hand found it's way into Minho's hair, pulling it back to try and breath, but the older didn't let him. He swiped his tongue across Jisung's bottom lip and the younger felt his whole body tremble.

He whined softly, opening his mouth and letting Minho in, tugging his hair harder, feeling the back of his head hit the canvas again.

There was a disgusting flavor of paint somewhere in the kiss, and Jisung could not guess wether it was his mouth of Minho's that had been dirty before without them noticing, but he didn't stop the kiss anyway.

They parted for seconds before Minho kissed his cheek, his jawline, making the shorter gasp as his lips touched the sensitive neck skin.

He could feel Minho's hands going up on his back, under his shirt, and he felt the traces of paint being left all over his body.

"N-Minho...", he sighed, trying not to moan as the older sucked his skin. "God, Min..."

The painter chuckled against his neck, leaving a trail of kisses from his neck to his shoulder and back up to his lips.

He pecked them twice, moving to peck his nose as well, coming back to stare at him.

Jisung was breathless, he felt drunk, dreaming, lost.

"You look beautiful.", Minho whispered, lifting Jisung's, now, colorful shirt up a bit, a hand sliding in and brushing against the shorter's stomach.

Jisung's head fell back against the canvas again.

"We shouldn't n-be doing this.. I-I have a girlfriend. I-I..."

"I know.", Minho gently kissed his neck, taking advantage of the exposure.

"I'm a-straight."

"As you wish.", he sucked harder, and Jisung pulled his head up by his hair, hissing until their eyes met again.

Minho cupped his face.

"I know this is wrong." His voice was not higher than a whisper. "But I can't help it. Ever since I saw you for the first time, since our eyes met for the first time that night at the street, all I ever wanted was to Paint You Naked."

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Was this very driven by my skam obsession? YES

Anyway :)

I wasn't sure what to do smut wise in this book, because I can see the tension, please, I'm writing the tension, but I also want to keep it pure, and I wanted to add smut, but in a innocent way, if this even makes sense.

It will have smut, maybe not the way you're used to read it from me, but let's be real, this time this isn't a homophobic bully being fucked by the quiet kid like most of my stories, I'm genuinely going by the soulmates theme so I'm writing a bit differently, and I hope you like reading it just as much as I liked writing it :)

Alexa play La Vie En Rose by Izone