Draw me like one of your French girls

It all started by a witty remark coming from King but they both took it seriously.

Kane was holding a paintbrush, he mixed some colors to get the desired outcome. He looks so serene, so focused, and he may not be smiling but he looks like he's enjoying what he's doing.

On the other hand, King was biting the side of his mouth to cover his self-consciousness. Although he was a known cold and ruthless Cabecilla, he was never branded as a Cassanova despite his ethereal look for a certain reason.

He never dated girls, never laid his hands to any woman, and he always distance himself and doing his best not to fall or give any importance to his romantic life-including his sex life.

He's a virgin in this matter, so he was a bit confused how to respond to Kane. He's not even sure what Kane's actions were indicating.

But there he was, he's reluctantly removing his shirt then his pants. The last thing on his disposal-his boxers.He looked at Kane's direction but the latter was busy mixing colors.

He's whole nakedness was in full show and he knows for a fact, his cheeks were burning.

All of a sudden, he wants to wear all his clothes back because he's not sure if he can be confident enough or if he can even last that long. King knows how long a painting session can take so he's really reluctant.

He bit his lips while giving a glance to Kane who was still occupied by preparing his base.

King was taken aback when Kane shifted his gaze to him. Their eyes met and he can see how desire crossed Kane's face as he hovered his eyes from his face, down to his body and Kane's eyes landed on his thing down there.

His thoughts were abrupted and it turned blank when he saw a sly smile dancing on Kane's lips.

Meanwhile, Kane heart was racing and it feels like it would pop out from his chest.

Just like how King is, he's also in a daze.

Right before his eyes is a dreamy looking man who's laid bare. He can't get his eyes out of him and his whole being was screaming at him.

It's dangerous.

Too dangerous...

He should be loathing him and his anger has not yet subsided despite him being curious to what King might be hiding.

But he can't deny the fact that looking at King in front of him who was obviously flushed made him forget everything in his mind. All he was left with was lust.Kane tried to hide it by smirking but his stomach were growling. He took the brush again, "let's start, shall we?"

From where Kane is seated, he saw how King gulped and bit his lower lip.That gesture made his crotch alive. He wants to tone it down so he cleared his throat.

King was obviously shy and it's making him turned on even more.

"I, I ahm... How do I pose?" King asked. He was just lying on the bed awkwardly.

Kane did his best not to laugh when King tried to posed like Rose from the movie 'Titanic.'

He shook his head profusely, he was actually amused. He went to him and kneeled in front of him in the sofa.

He held King's arms to position it right. Every touch was electrying, King's skin rubbing against him was making him loose his sanity.

'Fuck it.'

King's skin is white and he has a fair complexion even though it was still filled with bruises. It looks delicate much more than most of the woman but he has a strong and steady built. Kane's eyes lingered all over his body and it's making King shiver in his place.

King let Kane touch him, he didn't interrupt even though he was touching him everywhere with reason of helping him get up the right pose.

From his hands, his shoulders, his waist, even down to his buttocks.

When Kane was done and satisfied he neared himself to King's lips and what happened next made King gasp.

Kane closed their gap and licked his nape sending him goosebumps all over his body.

Despite being uncomfortable, King still didn't budge. He's down to everything he can do to mend Kane's anger towards him even though he knew too well, nothing that much will change.

He just doesn't care anymore. He's fine and he'll be fine whatever Kane will do to him. He even settled with the fact that Kane could be the death of him. He already accepted it.

Kane pulled himself out after that. He tried his best to stop himself from ravaging King's lips after kissing his nape.

He sat down and focused on the canvas. Every stroke was careful and every glance he was throwing towards the man lying in front of him was full of lust.

The sound of his chair scraping and the subtle sound of his uneven breathing filled the room. Painting should be relaxing but contrary to that, it was exhilarating.

After hours of detailing his work and making it come to life, he chuckled lightly, "you're a perfect subject," he whisphered.

Even just looking at the painting itself was causing him to grip the hem of his shirt, trying to calm his self down.

Kane looked back to his subject. King's head started to nod forward and his body slowly released the tense he was holding from staying at the certain position for hours.

His body finally succumbed to serenity, and Kane can't help but to form a soft smile.

His subject fell asleep.

He was laying naked at the sofa and Kane was having dirty thoughts.

He walk towards King and he stood there for a minute before he leaned in and finally claimed King's lips.

It was soft... And even though he wants to kiss him rougher, he stopped himself from doing so to look at King's face.

'You didn't even wake up after that huh?'

He leaned forward again and this time, he did what he came for. He deepened the kiss with the unconscious man in front of him.

It was hard and rough that King woke up aroused and moaning.

King slowly opened his eyes, his amber eyes met Kane's and even though King was evidently half-awake, Kane still pushed his actions.

He held King's chin and his kisses went down from his lips down to his chest, his abdomen and finally his groin.

King's groin was throbbing and his manhood was turning proud.

When Kane saw that, he was filled with arousal. He wants to play with King...He wants to own him.

Not just the painting, but the subject himself–"you're mine King Kairos Marchetti.

"'All mine,' he finally touched him, his hands were wrapped around King's manhood and he's stupefied how warm it felt in between his hands.