A collection of short stories, maybe.
Smut, language, violence... adult stuff.
Nothing to do whatsoever with real life, actual people, their preferences etc.
Proceed with caution.
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"I would love to paint you naked." the Artist said.
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"Would I be your model or your canvas?" The Blond asked in a sultry voice.
"Why not both?" The Artist retorted seductively.
A game of seduction...
The Blond walked around the spacious room, the Artist's studio. There were shelves full of art supplies and canvases stacked all around, some already used and others waiting to be used, sketches on the walls, unfinished works and half forgotten projects, revealing an abundance of talent and an ever wandering mind. The Blond's slender fingers grazed the empty canvas that was mounted on an easel. He looked at everything with the same interest, occasionally glancing at the Artist who was watching him in silence. He went towards a large table, the only clean surface in the entire studio, every other available space covered with paint tubes, brushes, charcoals, papers, sketchbooks and pencils.
He stood still for a moment, facing the other man and then began to undress slowly. His fingers fiddled with the buttons of his loose white shirt. He unbuttoned them one by one while keeping his gaze on the Artist. He let the shirt fall to the floor behind him. The Artist licked his lips admiring his lithe body, the beautifully defined muscles, slender arms and firm stomach. The blond unbuckled his belt and slowly unbuttoned his jeans. He then threaded his fingers through the sides of his trouser waistband and slipped them down his toned legs, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on the Artist's face. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside.
His body was covered only by a pair of black boxers that hugged his hips tightly, coming in stark contrast with his milky white skin. He watched the Artist looking at him behind half closed eyes, his lips parted breathing raggedly. Once again, the Blond placed his slender fingers on his sides and removed his underwear in the same seductive manner. His member stood proudly between his legs, revealing his own arousal. He wasn't indifferent to this game of seduction. He couldn't help but admire the Artist as well, his torso already exposed, with his toned muscles and strong arms, he himself a work of art carved into honey coloured smooth skin. His face was exquisite, like an Angel.
A fallen Angel.
His shoulder length black hair framed his features perfectly. The Blond couldn't hold back a small smile, noticing the evident bulge in the Artist's crotch. He moved slowly backwards, to the table behind him, sitting on top and lying back, on his elbows. He kept his eyes on the Artist, his gaze travelling up his face, lingering on his plump lips and then further down, caressing his bare torso and admiring that impressive bulge, as he licked his lips seductively. He looked up again and bit his bottom lip meeting the other's dark lustful eyes.
The Artist reached to the working bench and coated his hands in several colours of paint. He walked to the blond who parted his legs inviting him closer. The Artist's hands traveled on the blond's legs up to his thighs, hips and abdomen, leaving a colourful trail on his smooth pale skin. The blond moaned softly under the gentle touch. His legs wrapped around the Artist's waist pulling him even closer. He lied on his back, placing his hands on the Artist's nape. The latter's hands now roamed the blond's arms and shoulders, continuing his artwork. Their eyes locked: The Blond looking at the Artist seductively through his half closed eyes, the Artist watching every move he made with his dark gaze. He then crawled on top of the Blond and hovered over him for a brief moment, admiring his freckle-littered face and his gorgeous heart shaped lips. He leaned down to capture those lips with his own. As their tongues played with each other, he felt the tightness in his sweatpants grow. "Wait." he whispered breathless, breaking the kiss. The Blond pulled back and watched him with lustful eyes taking off his grey sweatpants. He licked his lips taking in the sight of his impressive erection. The Artist climbed on top of him once again. As he hovered over his body, his eyes traveled along the Blond's body, admiring his masterpiece. The Blond snaked his arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss. Their bodies collided smudging the paint but neither of them cared. They were lost in each other's taste. Muffled moans were the only sounds echoing in the Artist's studio. After a while of heated kissing, tongues battling and teeth bitting, the Blond guided him to his neck, to his sensitive spot. An even more erotic moan escaped his luscious lips when the Artist latched his mouth on that particular spot and sucked the skin aggressively, adding purple marks to his living 'canvas'.
"I want you inside me." The Blond whispered in his ear. The Artist shuddered with desire and lust at his sensual demand.
