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“Good evening.”
Aether closed the door behind him, hooking a finger inside his scarf and pulling just enough for him to be able to anwer. “Good evening.” the air came out from his lips as white vape due the low temperature during winter.
Albedo, on the other hand, looked comfortable enough to just wear light clothes as he focused on his current work. He even lifted a hand to wipe off droplets of sweat from his forehead. “Could you take off your clothes now? I don’t have too much time.”
Those words only threw him off the first time he heard them, as unused as he was to have someone ordering him to undress. After several sessions working as a model for that artist, he trusted he was completely safe under his care. Albedo was a professional, and not even once showed the slight hint of looking at him in any other way that it wasn’t artistic.
If only. Aether wished as he pushed the coat down his shoulders. He pulled the shirt over his head, revealing his puffy breasts and a couple of erected flushed nipples. Despite the closed windows, he couldn’t help but shiver before pulling down his pants and underwear, standing naked in the middle of the room.
“Alright, let’s begin.”
Albedo always asked for the most embarrassing poses: lifting his arms and leaving at sight his hairless armpits, or sitting with his legs open over a leather stool, his tiny member and balls pressing against the fabric. He had a particular interest in his lower back, complimenting his figure before asking him to turn around for him to draw his ass.
His own tiny member became hyperactive during those sessions. The air turned strange when he was around Albedo, thicker and hotter. He was unable to keep a straight face all the time.
It would eventually draw him crazy.
Refusing to be the only one under the spotlight, Aether decided to test the ground, going a bit further in an attempt to get a reaction from the artist.
“Should we try new poses?” he teased, catching a glimpse of Albedo picking a different type of brush, one a little thicker than the usual.
“What do you have in mind?”
Aether lay down over a familiar couch and lifted his hips, sticking out his ass; he parted his legs enough so his pinky tight hole was visibly between his asscheeks, something Albedo didn’t have the chance to draw in the past.
“Is it good?”
He expected his throat to bob at least, or a sparkle to light up on his eyes; however, Albedo barely gave a hard nod before picking up his pen and beginning to draw.
Confused and slightly embarrassed after his failed attempt, Aether squeezed shut his eyes and slid a hand between his legs to stroke himself. A raspy breath escaped from his lips after he wrapped a hand around his timid cock, rotating the tip in slow circles. At that point he didn’t care if Albedo wouldn’t give him what he wanted, he needed to release that pent up energy one way or another, even if it had to be by himself. So engrossed he was in touching himself that he ignored the sound of Albedo’s steps as he approached the couch.
“I can’t paint if you move that much.” Albedo stood behind him with his arms crossed and a furrowed brow.
Aether cracked open his eyes, gasping for air. “Why won’t you fuck me?”
The question lingered in the air longer than he wished, as he expected a quick and straight answer from the painter. He almost felt tempted to look over his shoulder, until he felt something poking his until then untouched hole.
A smile pulled from Albedo’s lips. “I’m sorry, I’m afraid I can’t fuck you.” he nudged the back of the brush against the tiny little hole, forcing it inside of his ass. “There is a charm in your untouched body that makes it pleasant to draw your figure.” he rotated the brush inside Aether, noticing the way his insides clenched around the length. “I bet there are tons of men fapping to your naked body and your flushed virginal face. I don’t have the heart to take that away from them, the fantasy of defiling you… turn your body in a trembling mess.” He thrusted deeper the brush inside his ass, amazed by the strength of his grip around it. “What a greedy lower mouth you got here.”
Feeling light headed, Aether unconsciously thrusted his hips back, meeting the movements of Albedo’s brush penetrating him. The obscene squelch coming from his ass mixed with the sound of his rapid breathing and filled the silence of the toom. At some point, he began to moan all by himself, impaling himself with the thick brush, his staccato breath bouncing against the walls. How badly he wanted Albedo to fuck him, to use his fingers at least; he wanted those gifted digits up his ass, stretching him wide, opening his slit. Maybe his gaping hole dripping love juices would be enough for Albedo to pull down his pants and mount him.
After a couple of extra trusts with the brush, Aether’s body shivered before he finished against the couch, his seed dripping over the leather texture. A couple of tears escaped from the corner of his eyes, running down his flushed cheeks. He stayed still as Abedo pulled out the brush, and only then he realized how deep he had pushed it. He propped up on his arms and looked over his shoulder, finding Albedo licking the length of the brush before sucking from the back of it like it was a delicious lollipop.
He got off the couch and threw his arms around the painter’s neck, crashing his mouth against his.
(They kissed long and deep, until their lips became reddish and swollen, and until the lonely puddle of cum over the leather couch dried.)