The Canvas → Donghae/Hyukjae
for donghaiii
It was Hyukjae’s first day with the much discussed and approved artist Lee Donghae. When he heard that he, Lee Hyukjae a newbie model, had been picked especially, he had never felt more proud or excited. What the project was about Hyukjae didn’t know and neither did he care; he was going to be the model of the Lee Donghae. Everything Donghae made would be great; he wasn’t the most known modern painter in South Korea and maybe even the whole Asia without reason. Besides, the painter had a rumour of being quite handsome…
Donghae watched as Hyukjae pulled the sapphire blue t-shirt over his blonde head, the muscles of his back flexing as he threw the shirt to the side. Donghae licked his lips, enjoying the sight in front of him. His eyes wandered along the model’s sharp jawline, his pale neck, his defined shoulders, his toned arms… Perfect. Simply perfect.Donghae snuck closer to the model and closed his eyes, smelled out in the air. Hyukjae smelt so good. Donghae wanted to move closer; he wanted to smell him up close, at the nape of his neck. Run his paintbrush over his narrow, pink lips. He wanted to touch his toned arms, paint thoughtless patterns on his skin. The milky white skin, like a nice canvas he could paint his next masterpiece on.
Hyukjae felt Donghae’s eyes on him and turned around. He met Donghae’s eyes, noticing how the painter’s eyes were taking him in as if he couldn’t miss a single detail. A bolt of feelings rushed through him and he was just about to shriek, but Donghae’ finger sealed his lips. Donghae’s hot breath tickled his ear as he whispered, ‘Hush, beautiful, not a sound’, not really calming Hyukjae at all.
Anticipation and anxiety was pounding in his heart as Donghae’s finger trailed from his lips over his jawline, down his neck, over his arms, at his chest, with his eyes following bewitched behind.
Hyukjae wanted to scream at the handsome painter, but his voice got caught in his throat in a heave of air. He found himself weirdly aroused by Donghae’s crazed eyes and warm fingers all over him and he let out a shivering breath, trying to strangle a moan. Donghae smiled amusedly as he circled his long fingers around the model’s nipples, seeing the man writhe under his touch and let out needy whimpers.
Donghae smirked and purred. “A very nice canvas indeed…”
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