Love in Politics ( PoohPavel)

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Pavel walked out from his bath, wrapping a towel around his body, almost covering himself entirely. The steam from the hot bath still clung to his skin, creating a gentle haze around him.

Pavel stepped into the room where a large sketch board stood prominently. His bare feet made light thuds against the floor as he slowly approached the board. The room was quiet except for the faint sound of pencil strokes.

Pooh, shirtless and sitting at the sketch board, carefully sharpened his pencils. His focus was intense, the concentration etched onto his face. 

The light from a nearby lamp highlighted the contours of his upper body, making his muscles appear more defined. Pavel, noticing that Pooh hadn't seen him yet, coughed lightly to gain his attention.

Pooh's head snapped up at the sound, and a soft smile spread across his lips when he saw Pavel. "Oh, you're ready," he said, his voice warm and welcoming. "I was just getting my pencils prepared."

Pavel nodded, his cheeks flushing slightly from the bath's heat and perhaps a bit from Pooh's gaze. 

"Yes, I'm ready," 

Pavel replied, his voice steady but with a hint of nervousness. He turned around and slowly walked back to where he could position himself for the sketch. His movements were deliberate, almost graceful. And he slowly let down the towel sharing his naked gloriness to his secret lover , Pooh .

Pooh's eyes followed Pavel's every move, taking in the sight of his lover. When Pavel removed his towel , Pooh's breath caught in his throat. He almost gulped, his eyes widening slightly as he stared at Pavel's bare body. The soft lighting of the room accentuated Pavel's toned muscles, petite waist  and the smoothness of his skin.

Pavel turned his head slightly and caught Pooh's gaze. He noticed how Pooh was staring at him, and a small, shy smile played at the corners of his lips. "Is this okay?" he asked softly, his voice breaking the spell.

Pooh blinked and shook his head slightly as if to clear his thoughts. "Yes, it's perfect," he said, his voice a bit husky. He cleared his throat and picked up his pencil. "You look... amazing, Pavel."

Pavel's smile grew a bit more confident, and he struck a pose, standing tall and proud. Pooh took a deep breath and began sketching, his pencil moving swiftly across the paper. The room fell silent again except for the soft scratching of the pencil and the occasional rustle of the paper.

As Pooh sketched, he glanced up frequently, his eyes moving from the paper to Pavel and back again. "Hold that pose, just like that," he said gently. "You have such a great form. It's inspiring..and I love sketching you".

Pavel's cheeks flushed again, but he held his pose, feeling a mix of pride and self-consciousness. "Thank you, Pooh," he said softly. "I- I'm glad that i'm inspiring you "

Pooh smiled, his focus unwavering as he continued to capture Pavel's likeness on the sketch board.