Jeon Jeongguk was never one of the men who needed affection after sex. It always seemed to him that it was the domain of women. Romantic conversations, cuddling and sweet gestures were something he was never convinced of. Usually, after sex with Lisa, the girl quickly fell asleep, and he often lay on his back, just staring at the white ceiling.

He felt empty.

Now he was lying on his side, his chest still lifting a little faster in his breathing, and his dark irises staring straight into the eyes of the man lying in an almost identical way in front of him. Their bodies were only centimeters apart, so he could feel his hot breath hitting his lips slightly swollen from kissing, the man's warm, still slightly sweaty body looked so wonderful lying in the white sheets.

Unable to help himself, he stretched out his hand and ran it gently along the rounded line of the man's arm, running his fingers over the ink-free skin, then moving his hand over the tattooed arm.

Jeon felt almost like a sculptor, examining the texture of Taehyung's skin with his fingertips with appreciation and adoration. He ran his hand over the protruding collarbones, a black mandala from which a red lotus emerged. He traced the hollow of his ribs down to his flat belly until he finally reached well-defined, prominent bones of his hips. Jeongguk's hands slowly traced the bones, the satin texture of the skin, fine hairs on the lower abdomen, stinging slightly his fingertips.

"You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen," he said before he could bite his tongue.

The tattoo artist laughed out loud. His melodic low laugh bounce off the walls, filling the bedroom with this beautiful, sensual music. Without hesitating, he leaned toward him and pressed their lips together in a gentle kiss. The man teased him for a moment, kissing first the top, then the bottom lip of his parted lips. Taehyung's lips danced over his with the lightness and delicacy of the butterfly.

Jeongguk almost instinctively moved closer to him, joining their still naked bodies, pushing his hips against his, and his lips parted invitingly. He wanted more. He wanted to feel the heat again and the passion equal to their earlier kisses. He wanted to feel his tongue rubbing against his in the erotic dance of two lovers, he wanted Taehyung to suck his lip, bit it, pulling on the delicate skin, tearing a groan of pleasure from his mouth. He wished their bodies would fuse back into one, even though they were already clinging so tightly to each other that their warm, still naked bodies were connected at almost every point.

Taehyung did not seem to have planned a hard, wild kiss. He brought his hand to his neck and pressed him tighter in a long, lazy kiss. He kissed him slowly, affectionately caressing his lips and rubbing their tongues in a slow dance, stroking his dark hair with his hand. His hand wandered back and forth up his neck. Tae's touch was extremely gentle, but still incredibly exciting.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, gently moving away from the brunet only by a few centimeters and again grabbed the delicate skin of the boy's neck, slowly moving towards his alluring collarbones. "It's already quite late," he added, nibbling on his skin.

"I'm fucking hungry," the boy admitted. "But I don't want you to stop," he added quickly, taking Taehyung's hand to keep him from moving away from him.

"Don't worry. I will heat up the food I ordered, and then we can go back to bed. I'm not going anywhere, hm?" he replied, stroking his cheek with his hand.

"Can I stay here overnight?" Jeon asked, looking him in the eye as the tattoo artist laughed out loud again.

"You didn't think that after all this, I would let you go?" As he spoke, he smiled at him and kissed his parted lips. "No chance, Naughty Boy. I'm kidnapping you for the whole weekend," he said firmly.

"Ah yes? What are we going to do for such a long time?" the brunet teased.

"Do not worry. I will definitely come up with something."

The tattoo artist moved away from him and got up from the bed, then looked at him. He gazed for a moment over his exposed skin, absorbing the sight as if he wanted to keep it forever in his memory. Jeongguk, lying naked in his ruffled sheets, skin glistening with sweat and slightly tousled hair, was definitely something to remember. Instinctively, he moved his tongue over his bottom lip, still feeling the taste of his skin on his lips.

"I'll heat our food and be right back. You can stay in bed," he said after a moment and started toward the door.

"Ekhm," the brunet cleared his throat, running his hand through his dark hair, which under the influence of sweat and moisture started to slightly twist. "Are you going to cook naked?" he asked as he met the questioning look of the tattooist's dark eyes.

"Of course not," Tae replied, huffing under his breath. "I'll wear an apron," he added, then laughed out loud and left the room completely naked.

A melodious laugh escaped from Jeongguk's lips, and he collapsed back on the bed, lying on his back. He couldn't stop smiling. He felt he could conquer the world. He had never been so happy before. Taehyung was perfect. This man represented everything he dreamed about without even knowing it. He was handsome, funny, witty and so damn talented. The way he looked at him, how he touched him, how he kissed him. The feeling of the warmth of his body against his skin, the taste of his kisses, the way the man moved inside him, giving him something unforgettable.

He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the tattoo artist's perfume, mingled with the scent of sperm and paint that still filled the bedroom. It was such a perfect, sensual mix that he wanted to feel it every day. He pulled his body up, propping himself on his elbows, and looked around. His gaze almost involuntarily went towards the slightly ajar door to Taehyung's art studio.

When he came here a few hours ago, Tae was definitely painting something. His hands were stained with paint he was hastily wiping on a white cloth, there was a smear on his cheek and a brush behind his ear. Almost instinctively, he slid his bare feet to the ground and got out of bed, wrapping the thin sheet around his hips that had been covered by the tattoo artist when they had finished making love.

Putting foot by foot, he cautiously moved towards the ajar door and hesitantly opened it a little wider. He knew Taehyung wouldn't mind him coming in, but still he felt a strange excitement, as if he was doing something he shouldn't. He knew seeing an artist's work was like looking into his soul, and he couldn't resist knowing it was accessing someone as beautiful and fascinating as Tae.

He went inside and turned on the light. The studio looked as if someone had stopped painting in a hurry. There was an easel with a painting in the middle. There were still brushes and paints on the floor, the scent of which filled the room. Jeongguk pulled up the white sheet a bit so as not to tread on it with his bare feet, and approached the easel to see what the painting Tae was working on this time.

"Ooh!" He sighed gently when he noticed that once again the white canvas was covered with a painting, depicting no one else, but his person.

Knowing that Tae liked to paint him, he felt a strange warmth that he couldn't explain, but now he felt embarrassed looking at what the tattoo artist had painted. The picture showed him from the waist up. His chest was bare, his slender neck exposed as if asking to be kissed, his lips parted in such a way that he could almost hear a groan of pleasure sliding through his lips as he looked at them. He felt a characteristic throb in his lower abdomen and swallowed hard.

Taehyung painted him as his body arches into a sexy arc as he experiences the sweet orgasm he is causing. It was so damn indecent and at the same time so sexy that he couldn't look away.

He felt strangely energized, he wanted to find Tae and climb his thighs, slide his swollen cock inside himself and let the tattoo artist fill him up again, making love to him passionately all night long.

He bit his lower lip and tightened his thighs, feeling the thought slowly transform into a thrill of excitement and slide down his spine, reaching the still sensitive cock.

"Fuck," he swore softly, then turned on his heel and left the studio.

He quickly tossed the sheet on the bed and peered into the top drawer of the dresser. As he had figured it out, he found the tattoo artist's underwear in it. He took out one of the smooth black boxers and tucked them quickly over his thick ass, then looked into another cupboard, hoping to find a T-shirt. As expected, all he found in Taehyung's wardrobe was black T-shirts, making the corners of his lips curl up in a smile.

He grabbed one of them and put it on quickly. The shirt was quite large, so the black fabric ended mid-thighs covering the boxer shorts. It looked as if there was nothing under it. Not bothering to put on anything else, he headed for the kitchen.

All he had to do was take a few steps down the hall separating the bedroom from the living room with the open kitchen, and the smell of food crept into his nostrils. His belly immediately rumbled unpleasantly. Only now did he realize that he had only had a coffee and a quick breakfast all day long. He was nervous about their date and knew he wouldn't be able to swallow anything more, and having sex with Tae made him surely burned all the calories he consumed.

At least from the last few days.

He looked cautiously towards the kitchen, trying to be as silent as possible. When his dark irises finally caught the silhouette of the tattoo artist, he bit down hard on his bottom lip. Kim had his back to him, he was tossing the food in the pan with a wooden spatula, and it wouldn't have been anything special if it weren't for the fact that the man was still completely naked. Jeongguk could see his strong, tattooed back with a gorgeous phoenix whose wings moved with every tense of the red-haired man's muscles, but what caught his most attention was his round, firm, and so damned naked ass.

His mouth was dry, he just stared at the smooth, tattoo-free, caramel skin of his buttocks for a moment and felt like biting into his skin or sucking on it, leaving a trace of his lips. He instinctively moistened his lips, then pushed himself off the threshold and slowly walked towards the man.

He stopped with only a few inches between them, he was convinced Kim knew he was behind him. The boy certainly sensed his presence, but neither said anything nor turned to him, as if encouraging him to wrap his strong hands around his narrow hips and press his strong chest against his bare back, while resting his chin on his shoulder. And of course he didn't wait long. It took just a few long seconds for the brunet's hands to wrap around his waist, and the body stuck to him strongly almost along the entire length.

"I didn't think you'd really cook naked for us," he muttered in his ear. "If I had known, I would have come sooner to admire these gorgeous ass," he said, marking the shape of the tattooer's butt with his hand, pressing his fingers into the firm skin.

Taehyung grunted softly. His body tensed involuntarily under the influence of brunet's touch. In an instant, he was ready to throw away the frying pan, put Jeongguk on the table and make love to him for a long time, but only tightened his hand around the wooden spatula.

"I already told you that I never lie. And I still think I'm not naked. I have an apron," the tattoo artist replied, looking at him aggressively.

Jeon stepped back slightly and leaned against the cupboard next to him, while measuring the man from head to toe, and Tae, to prove his point, showed himself to the front. In fact, the man's hips were tied with a small red apron that reached about the middle of his thigh.

"Damn! Did you also cook dinner for me in this outfit?" he asked.

"If you like this apron so much, I promise that next time I'll wear it," he said and winked at it.

He turned off the burner, spread the food into bowls, then turned to the young CEO, and this time it was he who measured him from head to toe.

"And you say I'm looking good?" he asked. "Have you seen how sexy you look in that T-shirt?" he added, taking a step forward so that their bodies were almost touching.

He leaned gently towards him and hid his head in the crease of the brunet's neck, kissing his skin gently. His right hand found its way to the man's strong thigh and began to move slowly upward, as if to check to see if the black T-shirt concealed his underwear.

"You shouldn't have worn boxers," he muttered, then kissed him quickly. "I'm taking the food, you take the wine and chopsticks," he ordered, setting the bowls of food on a small tray.

"We're not going to eat here?" he asked in surprise, taking a bottle of red wine in his hand.

"No. We'll eat in bed," the tattoo artist replied, looking at him with a ferocious smile. "I'll be able to eat dessert right away," he added, wiggling his perfect eyebrows ambiguously, and Jeon laughed out loud.

He grabbed the corkscrew and chopsticks, then followed Taehyung, never taking his eyes off his round ass, moving sexy with every step. His lips curved into a smile again.

***

"You know," Jeongguk began suddenly, grabbing a small amount of noodles with his chopsticks and putting it in his mouth. "I'm twenty-four, but this is my first time eating dinner sitting in bed," he said, laughing.

"Come on? Are you kidding me?" Taehyung asked, unable to believe his words.

"What's more, I don't think I've even been in bed at such an hour, maybe when I was sick... Certainly not..."

"Having sex?" the tattoo artist finished for him, and Jeongguk immediately felt his mouth go dry and swallowed hard.

"Me and Lisa... Our sex life... Left a lot to be desired," he finally confessed, feeling slightly ashamed.

Few people knew about it. He only talked about it with Jimin, and occasionally mentioned something to Hobi. At the beginning of their relationship, everything seemed fine, but over time, even their intercourse became mechanical, planned down to the last minute. There was no spontaneity in it. They usually made love delicately, practically in the same position every time, and whenever he was doing something to change it, experiment a little, the girl looked at him as if he was asking for something unforgivable.

There were only three intimate situations between him and Taehyung, and he felt as if he had learned as much as all the years of his life had not taught him. The tattoo artist released new, unknown feelings and desires in him. He showed him what pleasure one can get from mere touch. And it wasn't even about penetration.

He'd never thought that the touch of someone's hand across his skin could be so pleasant, that his lips and tongue could make him red-hot and that this can be so addictive, and that a mere gaze could make him literally wet. He didn't know that he could feel the pleasure so great to arch his back, curse with pleasure, that he could beg for more, wanting to fall apart in someone else's hands. Little did he know that his thighs would tremble with excitement, and that his orgasm could be so strong that he would literally die in his arms.

"Wasn't it pleasant with her?" Tae asked, feeling a little satisfied hearing the boy's confession.

Maybe she had him first, but she would never have him the way he intended to. He didn't just want his body.

He wanted much more than that.

"It was... It was fine. Every woman I've been with has been... It was okay. It seemed to be the way it should be. But when we made love for the first time... After all, I ran away because I felt overwhelmed by it all. The cheating, that you are a man, and I've never... But I was also fucking scared of what I felt being with you... And you do it every time... You make me feel things I never felt before."

"It is good or bad?" the tattoo artist asked, looking him straight in the eye.

"Do you really have to ask?" Saying so, he put down the chopsticks and moved closer to Taehyung. He swung his left leg over his thighs and kissed his lips. He could taste the spicy sauce on them. "That's damn good," he whispered into his lips.

"Is it okay when we make love?" he provoked him, still looking him straight in the eye.

Jeongguk snorted at his ridiculous question, but knowing that the tattoo artist was only teasing him, decided to play his game. He pulled himself up a little tighter to straddle him, and measured him defiantly with his eyes.

"When I was with Lisa, I had the impression that something was binding my arms and legs, but with you... I felt that I was flying. With you, I feel that I am finally alive..."

"And how does it feel?"

"Fucking good." He kissed him saying that.

This time his kiss was strong, a bit chaotic, as if he was afraid that Taehyung was about to disappear. The tattoo artist, however, grabbed his face in his hands and moved back a few millimeters, letting the brunet's quick breath hit his lips.

"You don't have to hurry, Gguk. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere," he whispered, as if reading his mind, and pressed their lips together again.

Now he dominated the kiss, teasing his tongue with the tip of his tongue. The kiss was deep and passionate, affectionate and familiar, and they both wanted more. Taehyung reluctantly moved away from him.

"You ate?" he asked, and Jeon nodded. "I have something for you," he confessed. "Wait here, I'll carry the bowls to the kitchen and be right back, huh?"

Without waiting for an answer, the tattoo artist got out of bed and left. After less than a minute, he returned to the bedroom. Before they started eating, Taehyung wore black boxer shorts, but he was wearing nothing else. Jeongguk watched as the rays of the setting sun crept through the curtains over his caramel skin as the man approached him. In such a light, his fiery red hair seemed to have an even more vivid color, and his skin deepened its amazing shade.

Kim grabbed the wine they had brought and took a few sips from the bottle, then approached Jeongguk. He reached out and stroked his cheek with an open hand. He moved his fingertips to the sharp line of his jaw, and the boy swallowed hard, not taking his eyes from his dark irises. He didn't know why, but he felt a growing excitement even though the tattoo artist was doing nothing to trigger it. There was something about his gaze, however, that he knew Kim was doing a lot of naughty things with him right now in his mind.

He loved it when he looked at him like that.

The red-haired man moved his fingertips to Jeongguk's chin and traced the outline of his mouth with his thumb, then pressed it gently on his bottom lip, parting it. Jeongguk allowed him to do so, feeling his excitement growing. What's more, he stuck his tongue out, teasing the tip of the tattoo artist's thumb. Taehyung, as if fascinated by his reaction, slid his thumb a little further into his mouth, and the boy sucked his lips around it, still not breaking eye contact.

"Oh, fuck," Kim swore, feeling his abdominal muscles contract at the thought of what those lovely moist lips could do.

Feeling a growing excitement, he took a few sips of wine, then took his thumb from the brunet's mouth and joined their lips, while pouring some wine into the boy's mouth. Jeongguk allowed the alcohol poured by the tattoo artist to run down his throat, then sucked hard on his pierced tongue. When they finally broke apart, they were both breathing hard, and a mischievous smile crept on the tattoo artist's lips.

He liked the way Jeongguk opens up to him, that he finally lets himself to lose control and starts doing what he really wants to do. He grabbed his hand quickly and pulled him gently so that the boy rose from the bed.

"Come on, I have something for you," he said, walking towards his studio.

"D-do you want to give me that picture you painted?" he asked, embarrassed by the fact that he couldn't help but see his work before.

"Have you seen my painting?"

Taehyung looked over his shoulder, raising his right eyebrow. He had just finished painting it. In fact, he felt there were a few more things to be done. When Jeongguk rang the doorbell, he was still painting. So he didn't know when the boy managed to see it.

"S-sorry... When you went to reheat the food, I couldn't help myself and looked into the art studio," he explained quickly.

"Gguk, I already told you that you can come in there whenever you want. The painting is just not finished yet," he explained.

"Why did you paint me again?"

"Because you are my greatest muse," he replied without hesitation. "And there is not a moment when I don't think about you..." he added, looking him straight in the eyes.

"The way you painted me..." he began hesitantly, feeling a growing excitement again. He wet his lips and swallowed hard.

"You wanna know if I thought of you that way?" he asked with a strange twinkle in his eye. "You wanna know if after our date, I closed my eyes and recreated it all in my head? I've done it a million times, Gguk," he confessed. "I recalled in my mind what had happened, how delicious your lips taste, how beautiful your voice sounds when you moan my name, how your body trembles right next to mine in excitement... I still want more."

"What if it turns out that I'm not what you want? If I am not enough?" he choked out with difficulty.

"Gguk, you are already more than I could have imagined. You'll always be enough for me." He stroked his cheek with his hand as he spoke. "All I want now is that you look at yourself in the mirror, and you will finally see what I saw from the first moment I saw you."

Jeon leaned down and grasped his lips with his, bringing them together in a gentle kiss, then took his face in his hands and leaned closer. He rested his forehead on his, letting their breaths mingle, savoring his scent as lovely as warm summer nights.

"You're enough, Gguk," Kim whispered.

For a moment they just stared at each other in total silence. Jeongguk didn't even know what to say, because no words he knew could describe how this man felt in him, staring him in his eyes with his almost black irises. Probably for the first time in his life, someone told him that he didn't have to try harder, he didn't have to change anything to be enough.

"I have something for you, but it's not that painting," Kim finally said, as if he knew the dark haired man couldn't put into words what he felt.

And he did not expect this at all. He didn't need any more thanks. He did not require the boy to name what they had in common. They didn't need to know that what they had was important and that no one and nothing would change it.

He stepped away from him and walked over to a table on which was a small wooden suitcase containing a gift he had bought for him. His heart began to beat strangely fast as he turned on his heel and started back toward Jeongguk. He only stopped a step away from him and smiled gently.

"This is for you," he said shortly, holding the box out to him. Brunet looked at him uncertainly. "Come on, open it up," the tattoo artist said.

Jeongguk took the suitcase from him and put it on a small table next to him. He ran his fingertips over the wooden lid, then carefully started to open it. He could feel his heart beating harder, while his trembling hands lifted the lid. When he saw what was hidden inside the suitcase, he instinctively raised a hand to his mouth, covering it as a sigh of delight escaped from his lips.

"Tae, that's..." he began, giving him a quick glance. His dark eyes, however, immediately returned to looking at the inside of the suitcase. He reached out and ran his fingers over the pastels and charcoals, then looked at the tattoo artist again. "C-can I draw with them?" he asked as if he couldn't believe that the suitcase really belonged to him.

Taehyung laughed softly, then approached the brunet and wrapped his arms around his waist, pressing his bare chest against his strong back. His lips traced the way to the boy's neck, placing against his nape a gentle kiss.

"They're for you. You can use them whenever you want. I want to see you draw with them."

"Really? Are they for me?" That said, the brunet looked at him with dilated pupils.

The tattoo artist smiled gently as he looked straight into Jeongguk's beautiful doe eyes and kissed his lips.

"They're for you," he confirmed.

Jeongguk stared at him for a moment as if the words of the tattoo artist still hadn't reached him, then the corners of his mouth rose to form that wonderful arc that Taehyung wanted to see every day, dark eyes flashing with a million stars.

"I want to draw you," he said with obvious excitement.

"Me?" the tattooist said, snorting gently.

"You are my greatest muse," he replied, quoting Kim's words, and Kim laughed out loud.

"Fine, Mr artist," he agreed, smiling at him. "How do you want to draw me?"

"I want you to sit over there," he said, pointing to the window. "By the window," he added.

Taehyung looked in the direction indicated. It was a great choice. The light of the setting sun streaming through the window made the room flood with orange light. He was convinced that the color of his skin would deepen and that the diffused light would create fascinating, unique patterns on his naked chest.

Jeongguk was damn talented, he thought.

He smiled to himself at the thought and walked over to the window, picking up a small stool along the way, so he could sit on it. Even though his back was to Jeongguk, he could feel his burning eyes on his back. He put the stool by the window in such a place that the rays that crept through it illuminated his silhouette.

"And... Taehyung..." suddenly called a voice behind him. "I forgot to say I want to draw you naked," the boy added before the tattoo artist turned to face him.

Taehyung snorted softly under his breath, but his lips twitched into a smile. He liked the way Jeongguk was getting more and more confident. Without looking at the man behind him, he slipped his fingers behind the elastic of his black boxer shorts and without a trace of hesitation simply slipped them off his hips, then tossed them aside. He was still standing turned back at him for several long seconds, letting the young CEO hang his gaze over his round ass.

Jeon almost held his breath in anticipation as he noticed the man turning to face him. He did it almost painfully slowly. Jeongguk wanted to walk towards him and stand in front of him, to finally be able to examine his body with his hungry eyes, but he only held his breath and let this exciting anticipation take the form of a pressure that twisted his lower abdominal muscles. Taehyung, as if knowing his power and knowing well how damn beautiful he was, finally turned to face him, measuring him proudly with his gaze and smirked.

Jeongguk wasn't going to back down, however, or let his insecurity and fear of his own desires take control of him, clenching his throat like a vise. So he lifted his chin proudly and looked him straight in the eye, though he had an almost irresistible urge to glide his gaze over every inch of his bare body.

For a few almost painful seconds they looked at each other until the dark-haired man finally gave in to his desire and let his irises slide lower. His first miraculous target was the tattoo artist's perfect mouth carved with the artist's chisel. Taehyung, almost immediately popped his pierced tongue from parted lips and ran it over his lower lip in an extremely slow, erotic manner.

Jeongguk's eyes wandered greedily over his body, and his breathing became shallow. He swallowed hard and shifted his gaze down to the tempting neck, the prominent collarbones adorned with a black mandala. He scanned the delicately outlined abdominal muscles, located between the protruding hips forming that damn sexy V-line, until he finally got to a place that made him so damn excited and made his lungs contract and the excitement grew as he climbed up his strong thighs and finding a place in the lower abdomen.

The tattoo artist's cock was not fully erect as he had usually seen it before, but it was so sickly perfect nonetheless. Jeon felt saliva rush to his mouth at the sight of it. Taehyung was also enjoying the moment, because he was already clearly aroused, his dick was rising gently, encouraging to caress.

"Are you going to watch me or are you going to draw me today, Jack?" Kim finally asked, teasing him. "Draw me like one of your French girls," he ordered in a nonchalant voice.

Jeongguk laughed, then placed the blank sketchbook on one of the easels, moved it further to the center of the room to get a good view of the posing man, and pushed a stool for himself. He sat down on it and looked at the contents of the suitcase Tae had given him. He took a deep breath, mentally saying that he could do it. He carefully pulled out his hand and took one of the coals, then looked at Taehyung.

"Look at me," he ordered, and the red-haired man turned his face towards him, assuming a beautiful, mysterious face.

Being an artist, Taehyung knew exactly where to sit, so that the light sneaking in through the window caressed the skin of his cheek and exposed chest, breaking on his broad shoulders and strong legs that seemed incredibly long. The man was only supporting himself lightly on the stool, sitting gently on it, so that Jeongguk could clearly see his right round butt cheek.

"When did you start painting?" Kim suddenly asked.

"I do not know exactly. Ever since I can remember, I was drawing something. Although, when I was about six or seven, I spent almost all afternoons sitting with my mother in the studio. I loved the smell of the paint. To see how something uniquely beautiful is created on a blank canvas. My mother used to paint with watercolors, often she painted scenery, but when you looked at them... they were breathtaking."

"She taught you everything?"

"I could listen for hours about the names of all utensils, the technique of applying paint to the canvas, what the lighting should be like. When I was a teen, a worn sketchbook and pencil were my best friends." Jeongguk laughed softly. "But I always preferred to sketch people. I loved it."

"Have you ever drawn a naked man before?" Taehyung asked, and Jeongguk felt his cheeks burn.

"N-no."

"I'm the first man you see naked?"

"Y-yes," he admitted with difficulty. The tattoo artist's lips lifted involuntarily in a gentle smile. "Don't smile," he scolded him.

"What can I do then?" he asked, teasing.

"Pose. If you move, it won't work."

"We both know well that you would even draw me with your eyes closed. I think you just wanted to look at me naked," Tae said, drawing the words out in a sexy, nonchalant way. His mouth curved up again.

"You're not a good model," Jeon replied, though his lips lifted in an involuntary smile.

Taehyung was right.

He would have drawn him with the smallest detail without any problem. He wanted the tattoo artist to undress. He wanted to look at him. Watching him gave him incredible pleasure, but he had no intention of admitting it so easily.

"I'm a perfect model," Taehyung corrected him.

"The model should obey me," he scolded him again. "I guess I'll have to draw you from memory after all, when this goes on."

"I'm not sure you've got it all right..." he muttered, lowering his voice to a sexy baritone.

Jeongguk instinctively shifted his gaze to his dark eyes and saw something strange in them. The man's gaze was almost on fire, being so bloody indecent and intimidating at the same time.

"What if not? If... I need something to spark my imagination?" he replied, surprising himself.

Usually he wasn't so confident. But now he could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins, thrills of excitement running down the back of his thin black T-shirt, and the throbbing between his legs. His mouth was dry, and his breathing became shallow.

"You're the boss here. Tell me what to do," the tattoo artist provoked.

His hand, however, instead of still resting on the edge of the stool, lifted and moved towards one of his pierced nipples. Jeongguk swallowed with difficulty and looked at the still unfinished drawing, trying to focus on his work, but after literally a few seconds, his eyes went back to the tattoo artist. Taehyung stared at him with the same burning gaze, teasing his right nipple between the fingers.

"Should I slide my hand lower?" he asked.

Jeon looked at his beautiful face and that damn indecent look he remembered from the first day they met. Instinctively he stuck his tongue out and moistened his lips as he remembered yesterday evening clenching them around his sensitive, protruding nipple and nodded almost unconsciously. The tattoo artist smirked.

"Tell me when to stop," Kim began to slowly slide his hand downward as he said it.

He travelled down his caramel skin, still lit by the fading rays of the setting sun, and Jeon could not take his eyes off his slender fingers. When he noticed the tattoo artist's hand drop below the navel, he was about to tell him to stop, but the words stuck in his throat.

Because he didn't really want him to stop.

That's what Jeon Jeongguk would probably have done - the neat and impeccable successor to The Jeon Electronics, future CEO, Lisa's fiancé and one of the best students in his academic year, but he no longer wanted to be the Jeon Jeongguk whom everyone knew and admired. An artificial invention of the press, a man made up of other people's expectations and dreams.

This real Jeongguk now sat on a cheap wooden stool, in a black, worn T-shirt of a rock band, smelling of a man's perfume, thanks to which he slowly discovered himself and his desires. His hair was tousled from hot sex, his hands were dirty with drawing charcoal, and his body was ablaze with desire. The desire he felt every time he looked at the man who sat in front of him, completely naked, wild and so damn beautiful. This Jeongguk wanted to watch the tattoo artist's slender fingers slide down his flat belly and slowly wrapping around his half-aroused cock.

"Ooh," Tae groaned, feeling the wonderful contact on his cock, but never for a moment did he take his eyes off the young CEO sitting in front of him.

His gaze was fearless, even provocative, as if he was challenging Jeongguk to a duel or as if he wanted to test his willpower. And perhaps it was so. He wanted to provoke him. He wanted him to stop thinking and let himself feel. He wanted the boy to do what he wanted, to do what he wanted without thinking if others would like it.

"What should I do? Do you want me to touch myself?" he asked, even though he didn't need an answer.

He could see it in the brunet's look, which seemed to literally burn his skin, but wanted that command to roll off those soft lips. He wanted him to decide what was to happen now, and to enjoy it as much as he did.

"Yes," he replied when asked.

His voice was extremely confident and firm. The certainty surprised him, but he felt extremely comfortable with it. All his life he had let others decide for him, now he had the opportunity to decide for himself what he really wanted.

And this was what he wanted.

He wanted to watch Taehyung touch himself, looking at him, thinking about him.

"Do it slowly," he added quickly, seeing the tattoo artist's hand tightening around the shaft of his cock. "I don't want you to come too fast."

The tattoo artist chuckled softly, then bit his lower lip with his teeth. Jeongguk watched closely as the man wrapped one arm around his thick shaft, his fist clenched tighter. His hand began to move slowly, one smooth movement of his fist moving down the hardening member. Jeon watched as the pink head decorated with a silver piercing slowly emerged, as the delicate skin stretched backward. Then Taehyung raised his hand. He pressed his thumb against the tip of his cock and teased his piercing with his fingers for a moment, then lowered his fist again.

Brunet shifted uneasily in his place, feeling a growing excitement. His mouth was dry, his heart was beating so hard it felt like it was about to pop out of his chest, and his lower abdominal muscles were clenching involuntarily. He couldn't take his eyes off the tattoo artist's fluid hand movements, his slim, tattooed fingers teasing the sensitive head of his dick, and all he could think about was that it should be his hand, not Tae's.

The longer he looked at him, the more his excitement raised. He wanted to slip his own hand into his boxers and mirror the movements of the tattoo artist, or to stand up, approach him and fulfill his wildest fantasies, but he only clenched his hands tightly, digging his nails into his bare thighs.

"You can touch yourself too if you want," Kim said suddenly, again teasing the apadravya adorning his glans with his fingers.

Although the brunet's crotch was hidden under his black, long T-shirt, he well knew that the young CEO was definitely already excited. He saw his burning gaze, heard his uneven breathing, saw his body tense involuntarily every time his fingers glided towards his swollen pink head.

"I've never... I've never done this..." he confessed finally, embarrassed.

"You haven't touched yourself?" the tattoo artist asked. 

"N-not like that. No, when someone was looking at me..."

"Oooh, what a shame. You don't know what you're missing," he muttered sexily, pronouncing the last word with a soft moan as the fingers of his hand pressed against the sensitive head again. "I'd love to look at you even all day long."

"And you? Do you like it? Do you like it when someone is looking at you?"

"I love it when you look at me," he replied without hesitating. "I like the feeling of your eyes on me."

"What are you thinking about?" he asked further.

"About you. About your hands on my body, about your lips..."

Another moan escaped from the tattoo artist's lips, and the muscles in his abdomen tensed involuntarily as a shiver of pleasure spread through his body. Jeon cursed softly. Taehyung looked so great that he had the impression that he would come himself just be looking at him. He felt a throbbing between his thighs, and he couldn't seem to breathe.

What the tattoo artist was doing was incredibly exciting. He liked his smooth but firm movements of his hand, and the way he occasionally teased his piercing. He liked his face when he does that. The way his irises darken and his eyes narrow. How he clenches his jaw, as his chest widens and contracts heavily in his chaotic breathing. He swallowed again with difficulty, watching his balls hang and sway under his fist, which was now gliding a little faster up and down the swollen cock, the head of which was starting to get wet from the pre-cum.

"I think about how great you are... how fucking tight..." he continued. "Oh, fuck!" he swore loudly, throwing his head back.

It was so fucking hot that Jeongguk instinctively lifted his black T-shirt and slipped his right hand into his boxer shorts, wrapping his fingers around his own cock. As soon as his fist clenched around a sensitive organ, a guttural murmur escaped his lips. Hearing this, Taehyung raised his eyes and looked at the brunet.

"Ooh yeah, Gguk," he praised him, biting his bottom lip. "Touch yourself for me. Have you done this before? Did you touch yourself while thinking of me?" he asked.

"Yes," he choked out, remembering all the times he had satisfied himself, imagining that Taehyung was the one caressing him.

"When? Tell me when you thought about me," he ordered, clenching his hand tighter.

"The night we met. I couldn't stop thinking about you. About your eyes, your voice, your hands... I was touching myself, imagining it was you..." he confessed.

He was convinced Taehyung would never find out about it. When that happened, he felt embarrassed to be masturbating, wishing that a stranger tattoo artist would caress him. But now he felt even more excited telling him about that. He wet his lips and continued talking.

"When we were arguing in the ring, and you caught me, so I couldn't move, you pressed my body against the ropes, and you said all those dirty things... I was so fucking hard after that... " He paused as another long moan escaped his lips. "I was masturbating in the parking lot and came screaming your name."

"Oh, fuck! That's so sexy," the tattoo artist muttered, then tossed his head back again cursing juicy. "Oh, fuck, I'll come..." he groaned.

Hearing his words, Jeon pulled his hand from his boxers and swallowed loudly. He felt his nervousness mingle with excitement.

"Stop it," he said suddenly. "Stop touching yourself, Tae," he repeated firmly, and the tattoo artist looked at him confused and surprised by his reaction, but his hand stopped moving.

The red-haired man's breathing was quick and jerky, but he felt his orgasm slowly drain away somewhere. He didn't know why the boy had told him to stop when he was so close to his climax.

"Why..." he began, but before he could add anything more, he noticed that the brunet got up from his seat.

So he paused and watched closely as the boy pulled up the black T-shirt that had been hiding his chest and tossed it aside, then walked over to him, grabbed his face in the charcoal-stained hands and kissed him hard. Jeongguk's lips still tasted of the wine they were drinking before they came here, his breathing was fast, body burning.

The boy forced him to stand up and for a moment regarded him with his eyes. After a while, however, he began to lower his body and, literally a few seconds later, he was on his knees in front of him. He looked him straight in the eyes, irises as dark as hot chocolate.

"C-can I?" he asked hesitantly, and Taehyung thought he would go crazy.

He couldn't believe what was just happening. Jeongguk was kneeling in front of him, so close that his hot breath hit his still swollen cock and asked him if he could caress him. Taehyung dreamed of it so many times, but was convinced that Gguk would need more time to let him get close in this way.

He nodded, feeling his throat tighten so much that he wouldn't be able to utter a single word. Jeon blinked and swallowed nervously, then moistened his lips with his tongue. He carefully grasped the shaft of his cock with his hand, wrapping his fingers around the delicate skin, and ran his wet tongue from the base, along the swollen cock, to the sensitive frenulum, finally wrapping his soft lips around the head of the cock adorned with a piercing, glistening on its tip like a cherry on a cake. He parted his lips tighter and pushed it deeper, taking it fully into his mouth for the first time. Taehyung held his breath as the brunet's lips moved down his member, then exhaled loudly from his lungs with a grunt of pleasure.

"Oh, fuck, Gguk!" he cursed.

He wanted to close his eyes and tilt his head back to let his senses get the most out of the moment, but he couldn't look away from him. He was surprised at how well the brunet was doing. He was sure that the boy would suck him uncertainly, gently, but there was no hesitation in his actions. Jeongguk held him firmly with his hand at the base of his cock, moving his lips up and down in slow, sexy strokes to let himself breathe through his nose. His tongue swirled around his throbbing dick, and from the throat came out gentle murmurs of pleasure.

Jeongguk looked up and slowly began to slide his cock out of his mouth, only to dance his tongue around the pink head. The tattoo artist cursed loudly and his dick twitched eagerly, which only encouraged the man kneeling in front of him to suck him harder.

The feeling of having all his dick in his mouth was the most amazing, powerful and intimate feeling Jeon had ever experienced. He had never thought it could be so pleasurable, and now he couldn't get enough of this tattooed man. He wanted to feel his thighs tremble as he sucked him hard, his lower abdominal muscles flexing under his fingertips as he ran his hand over them, the pierced head of his cock rubbing against his throat.

He was so consumed with his own pleasure that he almost jumped when he felt Tae's hand on his head stroking his hair. Jeon looked at him with his cock still in his mouth, and their hot, hazy with pleasure eyes crossed. The tattoo artist watched him for a moment while the brunet sucked him.

"Oh, yes, Gguk," he groaned. "God, you're so wonderful. Your lips are made for this..."

He closed his eyes and groaned loudly with pleasure that made his body tremble. He instinctively spread his legs tighter, letting Jeongguk literally devour him with each passing minute more and more greedily. He wanted to grab his hair tightly and push his hips forward, but he didn't. He wanted to give Jeon complete freedom of action. He knew that the boy had never caressed any man in this way before, and he wanted this moment to be equally unforgettable and exciting for him.

However, as the young CEO's agile tongue danced around his pierced glans again, his hips instinctively moved forward, making the brunet choke slightly. Nevertheless, he did not stop caressing him. Feeling a sudden rush of adrenaline and excitement, he raised his left arm up, grabbed the tattoo artist's hand and moved it to his head, just like Taehyung did when he caressed him in the tattoo studio.

Kim immediately understood what the boy was trying to convey to him. His tattooed fingers slid into the dark, thick curls and gripped them tightly. Jeongguk parted his lips more and lifted his gaze up to stare directly at that burning gaze staring down at him.

Taehyung pushed his hips forward, sliding deeper into his mouth. Jeon took the tattoo artist's entire hard cock in his mouth, the head tickling his throat. He could hear the soft gasp leaving the man's beautifully carved lips every time his narrow hips swayed forward to meet his lips.

Jeongguk slid his hands under the tattoo artist's tanned thighs and between them, caressing his balls with his hand.

"Oh, fuck me!" Kim cursed, loud enough Jeon was almost convinced his neighbors could hear him.

This, however, encouraged him even more. He slid his cock out of his mouth and, moving lower, licked every inch of his balls, feeling how heavy they were, then returned to his throbbing, juice-dripping dick, leaving no inch of his skin untouched by his tongue. He licked it from the top to the base, swirling his tongue around, then sucked only the head and then took him all in his hot mouth again. Tae's groans were louder now, his pleasure growing, and his hips moved gently as a hand pressed Jeongguk's head against his crotch.

Jeon knew well that his climax was inexorably approaching, and he was determined to give Tae the best orgasm he had ever had. He slowly increased the intensity of the sucking, starting from the base and then sucking it all the way to the very tip, while Taehyung almost fucked his mouth.

"Gguk... I'll come..."

Tae tried to warn Jeongguk that he was about to come, so he could pull back, but he didn't want to. He wanted to feel and taste Taehyung's sperm in his mouth. So he sucked him harder, simultaneously clenching his hand on the man's balls. It only took a moment for Kim to scream his name, coming right into his mouth. Jeon sucked on him for a moment longer to make sure he was drinking every drop of his cum from him.

He would have liked to do this for a moment longer, but he felt the tattoo artist's strong hands lifting him off his knees. Taehyung quickly pressed his lips against his, kissing him quickly and wildly. He could feel his own cum on his lips, but that only encouraged him to deepen the kiss.

"I want to feel you inside me again," Jeongguk whispered in his ear as he gently pulled away. "I want to feel your cock inside me, I want to come with your name on my lips."

"Fuck, Gguk! What are you doing with me?" the tattoo artist asked, still breathing heavy.

"I'm doing what the Naughty Boy should do," he muttered against his ear, then grasped his bottom lip with his teeth and bit it gently. "I'll get some lube," he added, and disappeared into the bedroom for a moment.

Taehyung exhaled loudly, struggling to even his breath after his orgasm, he ran a hand through his fiery red hair. He felt his whole body still trembling with excitement.

Jesus. He couldn't even remember the last time someone had managed to bring him to this state.

He looked down at his thighs, slightly trembling with orgasm, and laughed under his breath. His hunch did not confuse him when he called Jeon a Naughty Boy when he saw him for the first time. He saw that gleam in his eye.

He was disturbed by the sound of the lube container being opened, and after a moment a sweet strawberry scent crept into his nostrils. However, before he had time to look up, the brunet clung to his lips again, pressing his tongue between his lips and slipped a packet of intimate gel into his hand.

"I want you, Tae. Make me see the stars again," he whispered.

Taehyung took his hand and led him to the center of the art studio. He sat down on the floor. Looking him straight in the eye, he pulled down his boxer shorts and leaned forward slightly to kiss the milky skin of his thigh. Jeongguk instinctively propped himself up on his shoulders. The tattoo artist sucked hard on his skin, as if he wanted to leave a trace of his lips on it, at the same time pouring a generous amount of gel onto his fingers, warming it quickly between his fingers. Feeling his hand slide between his plump ass cheeks, he tightened his grip on his shoulders in exciting anticipation.

He felt a slight burning sensation as the first finger of the tattoo artist slipped deep inside him, but he liked it in a strange way. He parted his lips, letting a loud grunt roll from his lips.

"M-more," he breathed, and Taehyung obediently slipped another finger into him and began to move them in such a way as to loosen his tense muscles. "Oh yes. More!" he urged.

After a few minutes, when the tattoo artist's fingers were able to dance their wonderful, erotic dance inside him, Jeon grabbed the man's wrist and forced him to take his hand away, sliding his fingers out of him.

"I love your fingers, but I love your cock more. I want you in me. I want to feel you inside me," as he spoke, he guided his hard cock towards his entrance and slowly began to lower himself, while straddling him. "Oh yes! Shit!" he swore aloud as he lowered himself so that he was able to take the fullness of a man into him. "Oh! Tae!" he gasped, tilting his head back as he finally felt the tattoo artist sink into him balls deep, cursing loudly.

"Oh, God, Gguk! How is it possible you're still so fucking tight?! Jesus... This is better than anything else..." Taehyung whispered, starting to slowly move, adjusting his thrusts to the movements of the hips of the brunet who began to rise and fall, supporting himself on his shoulders and his strong thighs.

"Oh yes. Harder. Make me yours again. Only yours!" Jeon moaned, squeezing his rectal muscles along the length of Tae's cock, and he moaned right into his ear.

"Your wish is my command, Mr. Jeon," Kim muttered, lowering his voice to a sexy whisper and pushed his hips forward, while pressing the brunet's hips against his body.

"Oh! Yes!" Jeongguk exclaimed, almost trembling with delight as the tattoo artist's apadravya pressed hard against his vulnerable point.

Seeing his reaction and arched back, Taehyung deliberately began aiming precisely at that angle, knowing full well that his hard, cold piercing was rubbing against the man's prostate. Jeongguk trembled and writhed in his hands, fusing his body into one with his. Their bodies banged against each other, creating erotic music, and their heavy breaths were interrupted by moans of pleasure.

"Do you like it, Naughty Boy? Do you like feeling me inside you?" he asked, feeling a characteristic pressure in his abdomen that could only lead to one thing.

Jeongguk parted his lips, wanting to reply how good it was, but from his lips only a long, loud moan escaped as all his excitement spilled over their naked bodies, smearing them with the white, sticky substance. Taehyung made a few more thrusts before coming himself, filling him with his hot cum.

After a moment, they both flopped back onto the cold wooden floor of the studio, filling the room with the sound of their restless breaths and their hearts beating too hard. Taehyung looked up a bit and looked ahead at the easel where Jeon's painting was placed. He moistened his lips and smirked, still breathing hard.

"We still have to work on the shading," he said suddenly, breaking the silence with his low, sexy voice, now slightly harsh. Taehyung looked at him and for a moment their eyes met. "But I see that you are a very talented student, Mr. Jeon," he added, and at his words Jeongguk laughed out loud, filling the studio with the most beautiful, sincere laugh.

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Ayashee:

The new chapter is here 😅

I hope you liked it, because it's not the end of the weekend yet 😈😏

xoxo

PS. Should I be asking how do you like Jungkook in blond hair? 😍