Masterpiece | changjin ONE-SHOT

.•☁︎ 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆 𝒑𝒕.𝑰𝑰 ☁︎•.

"If you want to paint, paint on me."

'.•☁︎.'•☀︎︎.'•.'☁︎.'

Hyunjin wasted no time joining their lips in a luscious kiss. He bit Changbin's lower lip to gain access to his wet cavern and slipped his dominating tongue in as soon as the boy parted his lips moaning from pain mingling with pleasure.

Blindly searching for the brunet's waistband, Changbin knocked another paint container. The scarlet substance Hyunjin had previously used to paint poppies overlayed his right side staining his black sweats and Hyunjin's T-shirt.

He moaned into the kiss, partially disgusted by the oily substance. He raised his hips to brush against Hyunjin's hard-on and to rush him; his own groin itching to be taken care of.

Hyunjin smirked against his lips and leaned away.

"Needy, aren't you?" he chuckled at the panting mess on his desk. "Oh, Binnie, don't you know I always take my time with my works? Creating a masterpiece requires time," he teased dipping his thumb in the scarlet paint and smearing it across the boy's chin and lower lip.

Changbin let out a whimper feeling the bitter taste of the paint in his mouth; fire set ablaze in his lower abdomen at the brunet's action. Hyunjin wiped his thumb on his cheek and chuckled.

Dear God, did the heavenly sound tickle his insides and make his skin itch for him. It was driving Changbin mad how the younger could enthrall him with such a simple action.

He wrapped his legs around his waist leaving no space between their bodies and moaned at the sensation of Hyunjin's clothed length rubbing against his bottom.

The brunet let out a breathy chuckle, obviously affected yet teasing.

"I thought I could use your whole body as a canvas. Why are you still in your sweatpants and underwear?" he smirked watching as the boy unwrapped his legs instantly and struggled with his clothes. Eventually, the brunet helped him slip off his sweats but, to his genuine surprise, the boy didn't have any underwear on.

"Hyunjin, please," Changbin whined desperately. He needed to be filled. He needed Hyunjin.

Hyunjin leaned to his lips with a smug smile. One of his hands gripped his hip, while the other encircled his neck putting a fine amount of pressure.

"Wrong name, bunny," he whispered blowing hot air against the sensitive area on his ear.

Changbin whimpered and tried to rub against Hyunjin but the brunet held his hips in place.

"Mhh- hyung~" he moaned. The pressure on his throat made his mind a mush.

Hyunjin pecked his earlobe and caressed his cheek as a reward.

"Good bunny," he praised sweetly.

He inched back and got rid of his clothes; Changbin already salivating at the view of his nude body. Hyunjin was sculptured like a Greek god. Pure art.

"Like what you see, bun?" Hyunjin let out a cocky laugh making Changbin's face turn as red as the paint he had all over it.

"I would prefer to see you inside me," the boy tried to cover up the fact that he was embarrassed with a faux witty response. Somehow, he managed to overcome his shyness, and hooking the sole of his feet behind the brunet's shoulder, he brought him closer.

Hyunjin's expression changed into a more serious one; his intimidating gaze slowly putting the boy into submission. He grabbed his ankle and raised it higher for the boy to feel his muscles stretch.

Changbin opened his mouth in a silent cry. The burning pain in his leg was resonating through his whole body and made him a squirming mess. Maybe he shouldn't have skipped the stretching session with Chan earlier that week.

"Did you forget what canvas for the painter is?" Hyunjin snarled lowly. "A tool." He tugged on the boy's ankle to bring his bottom closer to his erection. "What I do with you and in what way I use you is up to me, understood?"

Changbin nodded. His mind was too clouded with lust to be able to form any response.

"Good pet," the brunet praised giving his calf small kisses. He kept going farther up; his previously tender, feather-light kisses turning into open-mouthed wet ones.

Whimpering and squirming under the brunet, Changbin had a hard time breathing properly. When Hyunjin neared to his inner thighs sucking on the sensitive skin, the boy's hands flew to his hair and tugged on it; his body too overwhelmed and on the edge of climax.

"H-hyung, I- ha- mh, near," he moaned tugging harder on the brunet's hair making it fall loosely around his face and tickling his thighs.

Hyunjin smirked against his skin, dangerously close to his leaking erection, and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Should I help you?" he chuckled.

Changbin let out a whiny hum nodding his head eagerly.

"I need you to use your words, bun, or am I going too hard on you?"

"N-no, Binnie's a d-dumb bunny," he whimpered. "Hyungie help," he babbled barely pronouncing the words.

Hyunjin reached for the cupboard behind the desk and took out a bottle of lube and a condom, that was hidden behind a box of water paints. He opened the bottle's cap and poured a generous amount of it on the palm of his hand.

He wrapped his slim lube-covered fingers around Changbin's aching length and started stroking it, who in return began to buck his hips into the warmth of Hyunjin's hand. Changbin's louder and more desperate whines indicated he was closer and closer to reaching his climax with every stroke.

"Bunny's n- ngh... near," he cried out.

Hyunjin sped his hand movements leaning close to his half-opened mouth.

"Go on, bun. Come for hyung," he encouraged sweetly and dived in for a kiss just in time to muffle the smaller's ultimate cry of pleasure.

The hot white substance dirtied Hyunjin's hand and Changbin's stomach. Underneath his fingertips, Hyunjin could feel the boy shiver in his past-orgasm state. He licked the white droplets off Changbin's stomach and his hand tasting his sweetness on his tongue. He looked at the boy and chuckled at the sight.

The boy was a panting mess; his red abused lips parted, caramel strands sticking to his forehead, eyes blown and half-lidded, numerous patches of cerulean, fern, and scarlet paints smeared on his skin.

Hyunjin couldn't take his eyes off the masterpiece he had created: his mind working on the details he could change. The work was missing something and Hyunjin knew perfectly well what it was.

He grabbed Changbin's chin and urged him to look him in the eyes.

"Stay awake, bun. I'm not done yet. Didn't I tell you that I'm meticulous when it comes to my paintings?"

✈︎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑...?