His Muse

Sang-Hun is in love with painting. It could be painting a person, sunset, flowers, anything. But today he felt like painting someone. So he called his childhood friend, Jeong.

“Jeong.”

“Heyy! I haven’t talked to you in a couple of months”

“Yea,, But I wanted to paint something today, and since we haven’t talked I wanted it to be you.”

“Aw, that’s sweet Sang-Hun! What time do you want me to come over?”

“Later tonight, maybe at nine..”

“OK. I can’t wait to see you again.”

“Me too.”

Sang-Hun waited a couple hours for Jeong. While he did he sat up the things he would need. He heard a knock at the door and opened it to see Jeong.

Jeong gave Sang-Hun a tight hug.

“God, I miss this,” Jeong muttered. Sang-Hun hugged him back.

“Ok! Let’s get to painting shall we?” Jeong said excitedly. He sat on a red couch. And Sang-Hun grabbed one of his paint brushes.

“Can you take off your pants and shirt? You don’t have to take off your boxers” Jeong started to blush, but he did so.

Sang-Hun admired Jeong’s body. “You look amazing, Jeong…”

“T-thanks…” Sang-Hun put green paint tracking from Jeong’s thigh to his chest. It was quite cold and made Jeong let out a small moan. He and Sang-Hun started to blush, but he just continued to paint

“What are you painting?” Jeong asked, staring down at his body. “A sunflower. The yellow and green compliments your beautiful skin.” Sang-Hun said as he stopped painting to look at Jeong. They sat there for a while looking at each other’s gaze.

“Sang-Hun…”

“Yes..?”

“Are you..Are you going to keep painting….?” Sang-Hun snapped out of his trance and continued to paint.

“I-I’m sorry…You just look amazing.” Sang-Hun started to paint the sun flower, and drew the brown part of the sunflower on Jeong’s bud. He then began to put more detail into it.

Jeong leaned his head back as Sang-Hun painted him.

A couple hours later Sang-Hun finished.

“..Do you like it?” Sang-Hun asked as Jeong looked in the mirror. “I love it…” Jeong replied as his slowly ran his hand over the sunflower.

“Can I paint something on you, Sang-Hun?!” Jeong asked turning around to him, smiling.

“Uh..Well….”

“Sangy!~ Please!” Sang-Hun blushed. Sangy was a nickname Jeong called him when he was 5.

“..Fine..” Jeong smiled. Sang-Hun sat on the couch and took off his shirt. Jeong immediately started to blush, He had a whole new body sense the last time he saw him.

Jeong cleared his throat and blinked a couple of times. “Um, I’m going to finger paint…” He painted his finger tips red and went down his hand with the other rainbow colors.

He placed his hand on Sang-Huns left chest and pushed down for the paint to get on there.

“Fuck, that is cold-” Sang-Hun said making Jeong laugh. He took his hand off and saw his rainbow hand print right on Sang-Hun. But he noticed that his hand was kinda small compared to his chest

“Sorry I can’t paint like you..” He nervously chuckled.

“No..I like it. The colors, and your hand print on me looks….Nice” Jeong smiled at Sang-Hun. He got up to wash off his hand.

He came back and sat on the couch. They sat in silence for a while.

“...Do you want some wine? Or champagne?” Sang-Hun asked, getting up and going to the kitchen.

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