All Of You Belongs To Me

It's a short story.

The above used fanart does not belong to me.

Happy reading 🌼.

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Mew abruptly woke up from his sleep, with a tent in his sweatpants. Wow! That was amazing. His wet dream!!!

Never since his puberty, he had ever seen such a wet dream. It felt so real. The man in his dream was just amazing. His wet dream had left him so restless that, now he had to take care of his little man in the bathroom.

No matter how hard he tried but he couldn't get his mind out of that wet dream. The man from his dream seemed so real. His body. His touch. It felt like he knew this body very well.

As he could no more control himself, he stood up to go to his art room. Mew was an artist. An infamous painter. All his works were displayed in museums and later on sold for highest prices. He was known by the name Cogos. Nobody knew his real name or how he looks. All this world knew about him was that he was a Thai. To this world, Mew was just an art college professor with simple life. Mew's childhood best friend, Max had his own art gallery. The most famous one in Thailand. And Mew's all works were kept in his art gallery. So basically only Max and his wife Tul knew that the famous artist Cogos was Mew. MaxTul have really helped Mew in keeping his this secret.

As he walked into his art room, he took up a canvas and set it up on easel. He removed his t-shirt and tied his hair in a man bun. He arranged all the necessary colours and brushes of all sizes and set to paint the man from his dream.

His fingers locked with body of his brush, as he twisted his wrist and fingers skillfully to get the perfect strokes.

Passion could be seen in his eyes as he stared at the dark shades of colours that he used to describe the man. A man who had dropped down from heaven. He closed his eyes for a moment to see man again in his memory and his hand worked on its own in creating the exact image on the canvas.

His shoulders, soft skin, sharp jawline, amber eyes, patite figure, smooth long legs, firm chest, pointed nipples, delicate eyelids, perfectly shaped eyebrows, curved booty, long shinny dark black hair, tender fingers, chestnut lips and his pretty small manhood.

He stared at his art as he finished it in few hours, representing beauty in nudity. He smiled, as the picture infront was exactly the man from his dream. He wondered how could his brain create such a beauty. He stared at it for few more minutes. The more he stared at it, the more he fell in love. He wished the painting was a man in reality. He wanted to have that man for himself.

He smirked as he left the art room to take shower. He knew that he would never let the world see this art. This would become one of his unpublished works. But the most favourite one. The one work, that he would keep only for himself. Keeping it as his dirty secret.

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Days passed by and finally came the day to welcome a new year. It was 9 pm somewhere in Bangkok. The whole place was lit with lights and parties were being arranged. A large number of people were out on streets to welcome the new set of opportunities and find their luck out in life.

Mew was there in one such parties with his colleagues. Other professors insisted him to join the new year party and he went along with them.

He had a strange feeling since this morning. What would you call a feeling where you are excited and nervous as hell. Like your years of awaiting is going to end. He gulped few drinks to clear his mind but nothing seemed to work.