Mafia boss who is interested in the art and sex more than anything else, meets the young artist Hyunjin who is not even knowing in what he was trapped and which relationships has the mafia boss and his own younger brother IN.
Which price will Hyunj...
The cigarette was thrown to the side as I opened the doors coming inside as Hyunjin's eyes went wide.
-You?
He said looking at me as I smiled to him as I entered closing the doors.
-I guess I know who stole my painting.
-I took it, cause it was my face on it, I wanted to know how well you paint.
The younger blushed harder, he was under my spell.
-I guess u were told what to do. Then u have to paint for me and I will pay you well. That's all u need to know.
The younger nodded putting the big frame on the stand he carried with him. He took out the paints opening the things as I too another glass coming to the boy.
-U can choose any scene that inspires u the most.
I smirked guiding the smaller to me as he went closer as I leaned in kissing him, the tongue was a power and he surrendered in the moment crawling on my knees as we were on the carpet in front. I used all types of places, so it no longer bothered me. The side eye was watching the boy blush harder from the moan that escaped the others boy.
I smiled as I pushed the robe of the boy, revealing the naked skin of his as the Artis calmly watched the scene trying to concentrate that was a hard thing to do.
The little one pushed the robe of me revealing the broad shoulders and the abdomen for the artist who was struggling for sure.
His eyes moved over my body touching it carelessly he was curious as the pants went down as little was sucking me off as he watched the whole scene and I carried the younger more and more deep inside as he chocked on my dick, creating harder waves of moaning as the artist moved his pencil on the scene.
The whole process made even more delighted as I watched the sharp features of the younger and his full lips were shut tight as he was red for sure.
Innocent soul.
I took the younger bringing him closer to myself as he opened legs allowing em to open him more as I slammed 4 fingers inside and the air was filled with smell of roses from my skin and light moaning.
The fight was there as I pushed hi mover limit again and again as he was begging for my member.
-Beg me.
I smirked.
-Please master, I will be a good boy.
-The don't cum until I give u right.
-Yes, master.
He was pushed on the floor as I slammed inside hitting him deep inside the as the tears were there and harsh movements leaving marks on his back and waist as I held him too tight, he was shouting and holding onto the last breaths a looked at the artist who was meant to meet eyes with mine as his lips opened slowly and he closed the up biting on the inside as I fucked the younger watching the other one painting.
The hours passed by of the process until the body was on the floor unable to use as I stood up taking the robe going out to smoke, I didn't bother to close the thing.
The guards took the boy carrying him out as the sound of the sketching was heard, he was in tension and I turned watching him paint the scotch as he was crossing his legs.
Did he have a boner?
I smirked moving inside to him as I was standing behind the pretty figure.
He felt my presence but didn't move.
-U can use the bathroom if u need to. Come in 3 days with some progress and we will paint more.
I said bluntly walking away as he looked, I noticed the smell coming for him a light pear, and some vanilla I guess.
The artist disappeared in the hall trying to find the escaping plan for himself as I just fell on the bed smiling, it was one of rare occasions I did so.
Hyunjin'sPOV
I fell on the bathroom floor hitting it right away, I hid myself locking the doors as my pants were tight, the amount of pressure and sex was creating the delusions in my head, I wanted to relief myself unlocking the belt, the zip went down showing my dick as I pimped it up just all the evening events flying by in my head making me gasp in stress and amount of positions he used, and the dominance he had. He was a creation of something different and the high peak made my blast the cum in the air as I moaned slightly covering my mouth in hope no-one will hear it as I washed myself, going out to pull the things up and leave as I was given a big amount of money for pre work as it will help me finally to try the courses I was looking for, the master as he was a prominent artist in the school of art but his courses were so much pricey I couldn't even think of going and now I had a chance to do so.
I will pain the whatever art this bastard wants me to do and then I will complete the course.
I drove on the bus writing the good news to my friends who where asking too many questions on the place I took the cash and I had to lie cause the reasons would be absurd even to tell.
I opened the one room flat I had been renting and the only reason was that it was cheap and close to the university, so it took only 25 minutes of walk and I would take pictures on my way of some inspiration points on the way. The trees, flowers, people, coffee, art.
The flowers were amazing at his garden, I want to paint them. I want a similar garden as he does. I have no time.
I slammed the body on the bed catching the breath as his body looked perfect, thought never left the sexual act they had, and I hated the feeling of him doing the same to me, but I was curious about the satisfaction the boy received, he gave himself in the hands of the cold hearted person, so easily.
It sounded crazy itself.
I pulled out the sketchbook memorising the face of the boy as. I sketched the moaning face of the little boy there, filled with tears and pain the mild and blood reflection of the darkness that was possessing him.
The features of the older were more prominent and dominant. The darkness the was all over him made the painting to look more like a coal styled one and I ended up making the highlighted strings on his eyes, his eyes were full of history, the most interesting part of him, were them, they could tell the amount of stories he could tell.
But he would never do that to me, obviously, so I could just wonder of his life to be like.
I carried a secret that had a passcode inside the hard one and dark most probable.
The eyes got heavy as I just turned off in seconds falling in a deep dream.
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