EXPLICIT - Paint Me Like One of Your French Girls

	“Rrgh, this isn’t getting me anywhere!” With that, a man wearing a rather tattered-looking hoodie tosses something towards the far wall before clattering itself down to the ground. He had been sitting here in front of his easel for the past hour and a half, and he hasn’t even put paint to paper yet! For a moment or two, he looks down at the blank easel in front of him, lets out a noise in disgust, and sits back in his seat for the time being. He sits there with a grimace plastered across his face before he reaches into his pocket.
	He pulls out his phone, holds it up to his face for a moment, and lets out a bit of a sigh as the sound of his device unlocking itself meets his senses. With that, he leans himself down towards his lap, and starts to scroll through his phone - there had to be something that he could use for inspiration, wasn’t there? Something - anything would do!

	Thud thud thud…

	“Zary…? Zary, you okay in there…?” A voice echoes its way out from the door on the far wall. A moment later, the door inches its way open before a rather lithe-looking man peeks his way around from that wooden barrier. “Something happen…? Do I need to start cleaning things up again?” At the sound of that, the hoodie-wearing man lets out a small sigh.
	“No, it’s just-... Sorry for bothering you, hun. Just… being stupid and not knowing what to sketch and everything is all.” With that, he lets out a small groan before pressing his palms to his forehead. A moment or two later, and the lithe-looking man is making his way into the room with his arms outstretched towards the only other person in the room.
	“Oh, don’t say that, now… You’re my cute little honeybun, and I know that you can do it. Here, let me help you - you want anything?” With those words, the hoodie-wearing man lets out a bit of a chuckle.
	“Well, I’d say something about having a nice-looking model, but I dunno if you wanna indulge me with everything.” A moment or two passes before the lithe-looking man stands up from his spot next to his friend, plants a smile onto his face, and quickly makes his way over towards a rather soft-looking leather couch. After making his way over, he quickly grabs the hem of his shirt, pulls it over his head, and tosses it off to the side before plopping onto the couch. Once he’s there, he smiles, tilts his hips up a bit, and uses his thumbs to push his shorts down towards his ankles before flinging them off towards where he tossed his shirt.
	The hoodie-wearing man simply sits there for a moment or two with his eyes wide and his mouth agape.
	“Well…? Am I good enough to be a model for you?”
	“Uh… I… yeah, yeah, you... uh…” With that, the man tilts his head to the right - what was he supposed to say to that, even?
	“Well…? At the risk of sounding cliche, would you mind painting me like one of your French girls?” And with that, the lithe-looking man turns himself to face the front of the couch, and quickly spreads his legs, exposing his rapidly-twitching member. Almost immediately, the hoodie-wearing man stands up from his spot behind his easel, and quickly closes the distance.
	“Hehe… you know I can’t turn down what you’ve got, Kar…” And with barely another word, he leans down towards the lithe man on the couch, smiles, and plants a small kiss onto his tip, and sharp gasp escaping from the man on the couch.
	“Nnnh… quit teasing me for once!”
	“What, like you do to me?”
	“That’s… different?” With that, the two of them let out a bit of a chuckle before the man wearing the hoodie reaches down towards his shorts, and starts to push them down for the time being. A moment later, and his own member springs forth from its cloth prison - the tip immediately starts to twitch and spasm before a drop or two of clear pre-cum oozes its way out and down his length. The man on the couch lets out a small sigh before lifting his legs up towards the ceiling.
	“Yeah, different. You want this?” And with that, the hoodie-wearing man gestures down towards his length, with the man on the couch giving a firm nod a moment later. With that, he lets out a small sigh before pressing his tip to the lithe man’s hole - a moment later, he presses himself in as best he can, causing the lithe man to let out a content sigh… He needed this.
	Soon enough, he starts to pump himself in and out, in and out, over and over again, each time going faster and faster, harder and harder.
	“Nngf… you’ve been having fun without me or something…?”
	“Hah… hah… n… no, just… been wanting you…is all...” The lithe man lets out a shiver for a moment or two before using his hands to grab the cushion behind him.
	“Gh… well, you want it…? You’ve… got it!” And with that, the man wearing the hoodie lets out a grunt as he slams himself in one last time. Almost immediately, spurt after searing hot spurt of cum splatters its way out of him, and coats the lithe man’s insides with each twitch of his length.
	“Nnngh~!!” The lithe man lets out a content shiver before his own length pumps out spurt after spurt of pearly white cum, covering his face a moment later. The man wearing the hoodie soon lets out a small sigh, and braces himself against the soft leather couch cushions….
	“Hah… hah… th… there we go… Hehe… You know what, Karyn…?”
	“Hnngh… hah… w...what…?”
	“I… I think that this one’s gonna stay in my personal collection, don’t you think?”
	“Hehe… well, sounds like you’ve got some inspiration.” And with that, the lithe man shivers for a moment or two before leaning back in his seat - he wasn’t going to go anywhere for the time being, was he? The man wearing the hoodie simply chuckles, pulls himself out, and tucks himself back into his shorts before making his way back to his easel - time to get back to work.