Almost an hour passed as Song Mu sang in his mind the whole time. His body felt stiff, the melody got stuck in his head, but at least a particular area on him did not grow stiff, especially with how Ren Yi’s eyes surveyed his body each time.
He knew Ren Yi only stared to draw him, but having your crush’s eyes on you is an incredible, high feeling.
After a few more minutes, Ren Yi set his brush down before asking, “Do you want to take a break?”
Song Mu nodded as he stretched, forgetting for a second that he was naked. His muscles were starting to hurt from being in the same position for a while. Ren Yi watched him stretch before looking down, biting his lip.
Getting off the chair, Song Mu walked over while asking, “Can I see the painting?”
Ren Yi agreed as Song Mu stopped by him, glancing at the drawing. The complete details were not there yet, but the painting overall still looked astonishing and realistic. “You’re incredible.” Song Mu complimented as he gazed at the canvas.
“Thank you. I used to paint a lot until I started focusing on making clothes. Painting became something I would do in my free time.” Ren Yi replied, staring hard at the canvas to stop his eyes from wandering.
But it didn’t work when he noticed some color on the back of Song Mu’s shoulder. He touched his back without thinking as he asked, “Do you have a back tattoo?”
Song Mu deeply inhaled when he felt a touch on his back. He felt the fingers leisurely moving on his back, making him shiver. Ren Yi leaned backward, wanting to see the complete tattoo.
Also leaning back, Song Mu stopped him. He grabbed Ren Yi’s arm, pulling it away from him while asking, “Ren Yi, do you love tattoos?” He felt dumb about how it started to hit him with how Ren Yi seemed fascinated and enticed by his tattoos.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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Ren Yi stared deeply into Song Mu’s eyes before they slipped down Song Mu’s body, taking everything before they stopped at the packing member. He definitely did not forget about the body. He shook his head, “No, I didn’t.”
Song Mu noticed Ren Yi’s wandering eyes and how they grew darker the more they glanced down. He could not stop his twitching member from expanding at the look, causing Ren Yi to gasp.
They both wanted it.
“Tell me, Ren Yi,” Song Mu moved his grip towards Ren Yi’s hand, pulling it towards his happy trail but not touching it. He could feel the tremor in Ren Yi’s fingers; they were itching to touch. “Where do you want to touch?”
Everywhere. Ren Yi wanted to touch everywhere, especially the throbbing, rigid member before him. “I want—” before Ren Yi could finish his sentence, Song Mu’s phone started ringing, interrupting them.
The sexual tension they held broke as Song Mu quickly let Ren Yi go, stepping back as he covered himself. He instantly grabbed his clothes, running towards the bathroom Ren Yi showed him earlier with “sorry” on his lips.
Walking into the bathroom, Song Mu closed the door behind him, locking it. He hit the back of his head on the door, calling himself dumb for messing things up again. He wanted to do things right; maybe, seduction was not for him.
Song Mu’s erection already calmed down.
His phone stopped ringing, only to start up again. Song Mu set his clothes on the sink, putting his underwear and shirt back on before reaching for his pants. He went through his pockets, pulling out his phone as he hit the talk button.
“Hello?” Song Mu answered.
“What happened to always answering on the first call, buddy?” A familiar male voice responded on the other end. The person was his best friend and tattoo artist, Liang Hai.
“You know that cannot always happen.” Song Mu responded before holding his phone with his shoulder and ear. He grabbed his pants, putting them on as he zipped them back up. Then, he started buttoning his shirt, trying to ignore that he still had to go out and face Ren Yi.
He internally thanked his friend for calling before they went too far.
Liang Hai sighed, “You should try for me,” then his tone changed as he switched the conversation, “I am coming down for my step-sister’s wedding; let me crash with you.”
“Zhang Xiulan is getting married? I didn’t hear about this, and you cannot; I am temporarily living somewhere else.” Song Mu answered before unlocking the door and walking out. “Hold on for a second.” He told his friend as he muted his call and put his phone back in his pocket.
He walked over to Ren Yi, who still stood by the canvas, tightly holding his paintbrush. “Ren Yi,” Song Mu called, causing the man to jump as he turned around; they both looked guilty. “I, um, have to go.” Song Mu bit his lip towards the end, feeling his anxiety picking up.
“Okay,” Ren Yi responded before turning back to his canvas.
Song Mu’s hand itched to grab Ren Yi because he wondered if this was the end of a relationship that had barely started. But, as he got ready to walk away, Ren Yi stopped him with a mutter.
“I will text you later.”
Waiting until he reached outside, Song Mu showed his relief at Ren Yi still wanting to talk to him. His heart and stomach felt better than before. He even smiled as he thought about Ren Yi texting him later; next time, he vows keeping his hormones at a minimum. He didn’t want this to happen again until he knew it was not just lusting Ren Yi felt for him.
As he reached his car, he unmuted Liang Hai, “Okay, I am back.”
“What did you mute me for, Ren Yi? What are you hiding? I have seen everything, and you know I mean everything, so there is nothing to hide from me. Also, I guess I will crash at your parent’s place, but if your dad forces me to wake up early for exercise, I am hiding all his protein shakes and blaming you.” Liang Hai complained.
Song Mu shook his head, “I will tell you when you get here. And stop complaining; my dad knows how you have zero stamina. Also, when are you coming? I will pick you up.”
“The middle of the night, and you better tell me, no secrets between us. And hey! I have enough stamina.”
“Okay. Call me when the plane lands. I need to focus on driving, so see you soon.”
“See you soon.”
Song Mu hung up the phone before unlocking his car door and getting in. He shut the door behind him, glancing at his phone then towards the studio before driving away.
Gdi they got cockblocked…
I’m assuming if there was any feelings with the tattoo buddy they would have addressed it by now? They sound intimate though, especially the butt snake story!