When they reached the studio, Ren Yi unlocked the door, allowing them inside. Once they entered, Ren Yi turned on the lights, “Sorry for the mess.”
Song Mu looked around, seeing paper and paintings all over the place. Only the paints, pencils, colored pencils, markers, etc., were organized. Sometimes, Song Mu wondered if Ren Yi liked working in controlled chaos.
“I don’t mind.” Song Mu responded. He is still worried about the tattoo on his ass; he hopes Ren Yi wants to focus on his front tattoos rather than his back. But then again, he has a vast dragon tattoo covering his back.
Ugh, next time his friend wants to practice on him, he will tell him no.
Ren Yi hummed as he walked over to an open space that already had a canvas set up. Except, the canvas held a painted drawing of the city. Ren Yi grabbed the painting, safely set it down before getting a new, clean one.
Song Mu came over, playing with his shirt’s hem while asking, “Do you want me to start stripping?”
He jolted when a sudden hand grabbed his hand before he looked into eyes that had him biting his tongue to calm down. “Can I take them off?” Ren Yi asked, sounding like a siren trying to pull him into the water so that he could drown.
God, Song Mu honestly forgot the plot on who seducing who.
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He took his hand off Song Mu, moving them up as he touched the first button on Song Mu’s shirt. His fingers itched to rip them off as he wanted to see the tattoos and body hidden underneath.
The tension between them started taking up the room.
“I want—no, need—it so bad. Let me,” Ren Yi slowly started pushing the button out its hole, “take them off, please.” He begged, leaning closer until their faces were an inch apart.
Song Mu held back from licking his now dry lips as his eyes slipped towards Ren Yi’s lips; he swallowed hard. “Take it off, but slowly.”
Once he got the permission, Ren Yi started pulling out the buttons, but he took his time even though he wished to rip them off. Song Mu watched Ren Yi the whole time as his breathing started picking up once Ren Yi reached the last button.
Then, when the shirt laid open, showing Song Mu’s tattoos and ripped body, Ren Yi reached his hands up, slipping the shirt from Song Mu’s shoulders. The shirt slid down, revealing more skin as it went until it effortlessly fell to the ground.
Ren Yi’s fingers itched for a touch, and Song Mu’s body craved to feel those fingers. Ren Yi’s hand reached to touch his skin until a hand grabbed his hand, stopping him. Song Mu pulled Ren Yi’s hand towards his pants, “Take these off first before you can touch me.”
Nodding, Ren Yi bit his lip, causing Song Mu to lick his lips this time. Song Mu thought about taking Ren Yi’s bottom lip in his mouth, sucking and biting it himself. Fuck, he had to bite his tongue again to calm his body trying to react.
Ren Yi undid Song Mu’s pants, pulling them down as his leg tattoos peeked out. Ren Yi continued pulling them down, getting ready to drop to his knees when Song Mu stopped him.
Song Mu wanted to cover his mouth once he saw Ren Yi getting ready to drop to his knees. The image would be too much for his heart to take. He even felt himself twitch, happy that Ren Yi didn’t notice. He had to start thinking of anything to stop himself from getting hard.
“I got it.” He told Ren Yi, who straightened himself while nodding.
He pulled his shoes off before taking off his pants and setting them towards his shirt. Now, the only thing remaining on Song Mu was his underwear.
Ren Yi wondered if he should grab and take them off, but Song Mu took the option from him as he swiftly pulled them off.
Song Mu felt nervous about taking his underwear off, so he quickly took them off. Now, he felt slightly weird and turned-on while standing in front of Ren Yi naked. Hopefully, the turned-on part didn’t show.
Fuck, Ren Yi bit his lip, trying to control himself. But, he knew something wasn’t his imagination. Yesterday, he zoomed on a particular spot, wondering if he saw it correctly, and he did. Song Mu is packing.
Ren Yi bit the inside of his cheek as he could not stop himself from staring. Isn’t his appearance too contradicting?
Song Mu moved his position, covering himself when he felt Ren Yi staring. If Ren Yi kept looking, he knew he could not stop himself from growing hard. The tension created between them Song Mu sadly had to cut it off. “How do you want me?”
Ren Yi’s first thought was to have Song Mu in his bed, but luckily his mouth sounded the right words. “You can sit on the chair right there.”
Moving towards the chair, Song Mu sat down while Ren Yi instructed him on what position to take. Song Mu did walk backward to the chair, trying not to show his back, which Ren Yi raised his eyebrow at; but, he ignored it.
As Ren Yi instructed, Song Mu leaned back, his legs slightly stretched open as he set his right elbow on the chair’s arm. He tilted his head on his palm, staring back at Ren Yi.
Ren Yi was happy that the canvas and easel covered him because he could feel how tight his pants were becoming. His fingers shook as he picked up the paint and paintbrush on the easel and started painting.
On the other hand, Song Mu wondered how long he could last before Ren Yi’s eyes on him did something to him.
Wheeeew it’s hot in there 🤭
It’s funny that Song My surprises himself with his sudden bossy commands but still doesn’t want to show Ren Yi his snake or his boner 😄 and yes, sweaty hot in here!