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When Johnny told Ten that he had to paint a full-body portrait for his final requirement, the latter didn't hesitate to offer himself to be his model. He already knew that his boyfriend was stressed out about the plethora of projects he needed to finish before the deadline so for the sake of convenience, Ten chose to become his saving grace.
The thing was, Ten had never modeled for him before, and the fact that they were doing this for the first time made Johnny feel anxious. It's definitely not the first time he had seen his lover naked, but for him not to be able to touch Ten while practically exposed before him is a straight-up crime.
It was past afternoon when they met right after Ten’s class. The temperature was hot, and if it wasn’t for the duo’s hectic schedule they would surely choose another day. However, they were both juggling their part-time jobs and academic responsibilities which left them no choice but to endure the weather.
Thankfully, the studio they rented was nicely set up. It was almost empty sans the big fluffy futon in the center of the room where Ten was laying still until Johnny finishes doing his artwork. The lights were fully focused above him which greatly accentuated his alabaster skin.
The love marks Johnny had left on his body had barely disappeared. He was slightly disappointed and vexed by it, but he knew he could get more right after completing the favor. For now, he just had to remain like a rock and stifle his laughter for the next hour or so. It’s bothersome but for the sake of Johnny’s grades, he was willing to do everything to help him.
Meanwhile, Johnny was utterly mesmerized by the ethereal specimen displayed in front of him. He always knew that his boyfriend is gorgeous, but why did he look like a seraph straight from the heavens above, with the white linen covering the curve of his ass while he was laying on his stomach? He was thankful that he decided to make Ten lie down in that position because he wasn’t sure if he could stop himself from having a boner at the sight of the latter’s tattoos.
Ten, realizing how distraught Johnny was, kept on smirking despite remaining immobile. It was so entertaining to rile the older. Johnny never failed to look cute when he's flustered. From time to time the older was looking in his direction, with his eyebrows deeply furrowed as he scrutinized every inch of Ten's body just so he could perfectly copy even the smallest detail about him. At one point he even heaved a heavy sigh just to compose himself from launching forward and tackling Ten onto the ground until he's moaning underneath him.
"You might want to take a break." Ten mused while playfully swinging his legs back and forth. He pressed his cheek against the futon, simpering one more time before slowly dragging his free hand over his hip where beads of sweat were starting to form.
"I told you to stay still." Reprimanded the flustered artist. Johnny was intensely staring at the palette just to divert his attention. Shaking his head, he reluctantly resumed his job which he wished he hadn't done in the first place. As of now, he was painting his lover's face with ever so slightly trembling fingers.
Control yourself, Johnny Suh! Just imagine him not a delectable treat just waiting for you to devour him alive. Your grades are literally on the line so calm your horses! He chastised himself. He deserved a pat on his shoulders and medal for restraining himself, and Ten, being impish as always, kept on producing lewd yet soft noises while playing with his fingers.
“Does this make look even sexier from your perspective? In your opinion, what art movement suits me the most? Impressionism, perhaps? Or maybe Art Nouveau?” Ten battered.
The only movement you should do right now is nothing. Otherwise, we’ll switch to performance arts in a heartbeat, with you wrecked beneath me as I fuck you nice and steady...
Johnny took a deep breath. He had to focus more.
"Honey, it's completely fine if we take a break. I know it's hard to focus when you're staring nonstop at a work of art and that's completely fine." Ten joked. Just a little bit, he badly wanted to see if Johnny would snap out and submit to his needs.
Thankfully, Johnny was more concerned about screwing up his final grades than achieving temporary satisfaction. Wiping off his sweat with a handkerchief, he then dipped his paintbrush into the water, swirling it so slowly until the rippling motion managed to make him calm down. Soon after, the liquid turned black. "It's only been fifteen minutes. I barely finished sketching your body. I have to finish this or else we'll extend until the next day."
And that would be bad. Ten couldn't wait for that long, and he too was looking forward to accomplishing the job as soon as possible since he was curious to see his own portrait. After ruminating for a while, he reluctantly decided that he should stop disobeying and just follow his boyfriend's orders. After all, there's still plenty of time for him to mess around with his boyfriend so sulking was pointless.
"Alright." Ten huffed, propping his elbows comfortably back on the futon. "I'll behave now. This portrait better be good, or else..."
"Or else what?" Johnny asked, raising his brows for a bit. He genuinely loved Ten but sometimes he needs to control his mischievousness.
Speaking of being mischievous, Ten just chuckled before slowly trailing his fingers south. Here he goes again...
He then lightly smacked his exposed ass, smirking, "You won't be having this for weeks."
Obviously, Ten was just bluffing. He had no intentions of depriving himself of sex, much more threatening his boyfriend to stop being intimate with him.
Yet somehow, Johnny took his remark seriously. He didn't talk much during the rest of the afternoon. It was hard to focus, but the silence made him at ease which helped him work faster while retaining his meticulousness. At dusk, he finally managed to finish his masterpiece just in time before the studio would close.
“That was fun.” Ten while stretching out his sore limbs. Even though he did nothing but annoy his lover, he felt like he burned a lot of calories just because of the ongoing summer heat. He was still butt naked, with his glory displayed before Johnny who was busy packing up his materials. Yawning out loud, he promenaded across the room and halted just behind his boyfriend before wrapping his arms around his neck.
Johnny was astonished for a split second before realizing that the younger man was showing his affection by nuzzling his nose in the crook of his neck. Sighing contentedly, he spun around and effortlessly lifted Ten in his arms. “Gotcha.”
Ten giggled in response, and before he could even stop himself, he molded their lips together. They made out for a while on the workbench without doing more aside from grinding their bodies which was pretty impressive.
“I wanna see the portrait.” Ten whined after catching his breath. He was brightly beaming, because who wouldn’t? His boyfriend alone is hotter than the summer heat.
“I will, but not now.” Johnny replied while gazing lovingly at his lover, his hands caressing Ten’s waist. Ten’s skin was so soft and smooth, and if he could just mark him right there with the spotlight still focused on the empty futon, he would definitely do it. “I’ll show it to you once it’s graded. For now, let’s go home so I can show you my token of appreciation. Is that alright?”
Ten pretended to contemplate for a while. “Is that so? Then…” Hiding a smile, he hopped out of Johnny’s lap and started strutting over where he discarded his clothes. He was moving so slowly just so his boyfriend could see his ass wiggling while being hit by the sunlight ricocheting off the walls.
“It was nice to serve as a temporary model for you. Can I paint you next time, you know, as a form of reward?” Ten proposed while inspecting the newly-washed palette in the sink. He then turned around, his face now bearing a playful smirk that almost made Johnny lose his sanity. He knew that kind of expression!
“Wait… I just think of something so much better.” Ten slyly added. He leaned over the counter and started tracing the tattoo on his chest. "Let's paint the town red, babe."
"H-Huh?" When Johnny slowly shifted his gaze down, he saw Ten’s shaft already hard and was standing proudly against his lean stomach. Ten remained unbothered, now holding a thick paintbrush while sauntering in Johnny's direction. He then signaled the older to sit on the stool and open the buttons of his shirt.
“Let's start the fun by letting me paint your body. ”