Uninspired!

Art In Motion

Life imitates art far more than art imitates Life.

- Oscar Wilde

Beads of sweat dewed pale skin and soft moans filled the thick air, along with the loud creaking of springs, as two men fought to spark heated passion in one another. Eunhyuk hand Heechul pinned to his bed, his left hand holding the raven haired male's wrists against the pillows and his right hand pressed against the front of said man's red underwear. Heechul was staring up at him with hungry eyes, a slight bit of pride and eagerness behind his piercing gaze. Eunhyuk swallowed nervously as he watched Heechul's cat like tongue snake out of his mouth and teasingly run along his bottom lip.

Heechul's challenging words had broken something inside Eunhyuk and caused him to be bolder in his actions. He wanted to prove to the man beneath him that he was not passionless and timid. He wanted to prove that he had the desire and skill needed to paint Heechul. He needed to prove he was worthy of having the confident beauty as his model.

A moan left Heechul's plush lips as Eunhyuk's hand dipped inside his underwear and palmed his growing arousal. The change in his customer's demeanor was surprising, yet exciting. Heechul could see the determination and fire behind Eunhyuk's perfect almond shaped eyes. It was both arousing and kind of cute. He had a feeling the Artist's dominance over him would be short lived.

Testing his theory, Heechul wrapped his legs around Eunhyuk's waist and used them to flip the younger male over onto his back. A surprised puff of air left Eunhyuk's lips as his back hit the mattress. Heechul repositioned himself on top of his customer with his knees on either side of Eunhyuk's waist and ass rubbing against the bulge in the naïve artist's boxers.

"Nice try, Mr. Artist," Heechul teased, slowly moving his hips back and forth as he spoke and causing Eunhyuk to take short pleasure filled breaths through his nose. "You're going to have to try harder than that."

Leaning down for a deep kiss, Heechul moaned softly into Eunhyuk's mouth as the young artist raised his hips off the mattress and created some much needed friction between them. Eunhyuk ran his fingernails lightly down Heechul's back and dug them into the escort's ass. Heechul hissed in pain and broke their kiss to stare down at Eunhyuk in surprise. Eunhyuk smirked at him, trying to look confident, and dug his fingernails deeper into the red fabric covering his escort's perfectly shaped ass.

"Naughty, naughty..," Heechul chuckled, "Don't get too rough with me, Mr. Artist. I can't afford to have marks left on me. It's not good for business."

"Don't talk about your job," Eunhyuk asked, "I want to pretend you're all mine."

"Right, no talking." Heechul replied in a teasing manner, "I can play the part of a lover. You're cute, Mr. Artist. I like the way you think."

Placing a teasing kiss on the end of Eunhyuk's nose, Heechul slid down the younger male's body until his face was level with the bulge in Eunhyuk's blue boxers. Heechul smirked up at his customer as he slowly slid Eunhyuk's boxers down his legs and exposed the younger male's leaking arousal to the room. Eunhyuk hissed and bit his lower lip as cool air hit his sensitive skin and Heechul tossed his boxers onto the floor next to the fedora the older had lost long ago.

Griping the base of Eunhyuk's length, Heechul used his skilled tongue to lick up and down the shaft and coax debauched noised from his customer's throat. Eunhyuk laced his fingers in Heechul's long dark hair and tugged harshly on the strands at the escort took him into his sultry mouth. The sensation was overwhelming for his overly sensitive and neglected body, and soon Eunhyuk could feel a familiar pooling in the pit of his stomach.