Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/11049957.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_5
  Relationship:
      Kitagawa_Yusuke/Kurusu_Akira, Kitagawa_Yusuke/Persona_5_Protagonist
  Character:
      Kurusu_Akira, Kitagawa_Yusuke, Persona_5_Protagonist
  Additional Tags:
      Begging, Crying, Voyeurism, Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Restraints, Anal_Sex,
      Paint_Sex, Fluff, Ann_is_a_homie_and_has_Akira's_back
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-31 Completed: 2017-06-10 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 7048
****** Canvas ******
by swansongbird
Summary
     After spending all day together, Yusuke asks Akira if he can paint
     him. Unfortunately, Yusuke has nothing to offer in trade so he says
     he'll do anything in return, letting Akira live out his fantasies.
     “Y-Yusuke, I- uh I want to...” Akira’s words struggled to leave his
     lips, “D-draw me while I jerk myself off.”
Notes
     I had a lot of fun writing this, so I hope you have fun reading it!
     Please enjoy it!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Sketch *****
“I am in awe of your skills!” Yusuke’s voice boomed through the quiet cafe,
“This is what true coffee must taste like!”
 
Akira let out a chuckle, “You think? I just do it how Boss does it,” Akira
wasn’t used to receiving compliments like this. A soft blush covered his face,
making coffee for your lover is something that happens in the movies, he’d
never thought he’d be in this spot right now.
 
“I know you’ve done so much for me already, but if I may, could I paint you?”
Yusuke’s voice had a tinge of hesitation in it. “P-please! I wish to emulate
your beauty through my brushes, you’re just so...” Yusuke paused. “So… I’m
sorry, words fail to properly articulate your allure,” he continued, “but, I
promise to reciprocate and honor a request of your own! Anything! Please! I beg
of you, Akira!” he said, as if it were a confession.
 
The barista looked at the begging artist before him with confusion, Akira was
still getting used to Yusuke’s bluntness. It was so strange to be called
beautiful, but he didn’t want to deny Yusuke’s request. Akira knew he was head
over heels for him, while the idea of being someone’s subject was anxiety
inducing, it was hard to say no to him.
 
“Y-yeah, um s-sure,” Akira stuttered out his words, he could feel his heart
jump when he accepted the request.
 
Before Akira could stew in his nervousness, Yusuke grabbed him by the hand and
pulled him up the stairs into Akira’s room. Akira followed absentmindedly,
still stunned with nervousness and anxiety from moments before. They quickly
reached his room, but before Akira could ask what he needed to do Yusuke was
bolting around.
 
He was gathering a myriad of items and moving furniture. Akira was completely
dumbfounded by how fast the artist was moving, before he knew it there was a
chair in the center of the room and an easel placed adjacent from it. Things
were shoved to the side and Yusuke’s personal bag was thrown to the side. It
was empty now, apparently what he was always holding onto was a sketchbook and
an assortment of drawing utensils.
 
“First, I need to sketch out your figure,” Yusuke’s voice cut through Akira’s
train of thought and the silence in the room, “then, I will paint it. This
piece will be perfect with you as my subject.”
 
Akira felt a knot in his stomach from how nervous he was, he wanted to make
this into a fantasy of his, it just felt strange to ask. But Yusuke said he’d
do anything and Akira was prepared to hold him accountable.
 
“Y-Yusuke, I- uh I want to...” Akira’s words struggled to leave his lips, “D-
draw me while I jerk myself off.”
 
Akira felt his stomach twist, what if Yusuke was disgusted by the request? What
if he hated the idea of mixing sex with his art. Akira swallowed down the lump
in his throat, his palms were sweaty in anticipation of the other boy’s reply.
Before Akira’s anxiety could continue to torment him Yusuke’s voice broke his
thoughts up.
 
“Of course, the rawness of emotion is beautiful in and of itself,” Yusuke’s
loving tone put Akira at ease, “your wish is my command, but I worry, will you
be able to stay still?”
 
“Well uh- I-I don’t know,” Akira hadn’t considered that, he was being drawn so
he should’ve expected this.
 
“That’s okay, just please remove your clothes as I gather one more thing.”
 
Akira felt odd stripping like this, the situation was unusual for two boys to
be in, to say the least. He quickly removed his apron and slipped his shirt
off, every movement was messy and rushed, struggling to get everything off.
Akira felt like the room was getting more and more humid by the second. Maybe
it was the heater in the room or maybe it was his anxiety, but it felt like he
was burning in his skin.
 
When Akira finally took all his layers off, he quickly sat down on the chair
placed in the center of the room. The seat was cold against his bare skin and
the floor was even colder against the soles of his feet. Was he really gonna be
able to do this? He could feel the pace of his heart rising and the heat in his
face spreading.
 
Suddenly, he felt a heavy weight on his lap. It was a bundle rope, Yusuke made
his way to Akira’s sight, before Akira could ask, Yusuke began to explain
himself.
 
“You said you wouldn’t be able to keep yourself still,” Yusuke didn't seemed
phased by what he was proposing, “would this help?”
 
A dark blush stained Akira’s face, this was all so sudden. Doubts and worries
filled his head, but were quickly interrupted by Yusuke’s voice.
 
“Is this okay?”
 
Akira nodded his head, his voice felt lost inside himself. Without a moment’s
notice Yusuke's deft hands placed Akira’s hands behind his back and tied his
wrists together, also fastening them to the chair. It was like the artist knew
what he was doing, like he’d done this before.
 
Before Akira could ponder further on the thought, he felt Yusuke lift his legs
and bend them. His legs were bent so tightly he could feel his heels press
against his ass. The rope was tied around his legs now, tightly locking his
ankle to his thigh, it hurt his knees to have his legs bent this hard.
 
Akira’s body had slowly shifted down, while his body was lowered, his legs were
elevated. He felt so exposed, he could feel the cold air against his blazing
skin. Akira felt so embarrassed, he was regretting this. He wanted to stop this
now.
 
Before Akira could say anything, more rope snaked around his body, he was
completely tied down to the chair now as it bound him tightly. His ass and cock
were completely exposed, all he could do was stare down at his body.
 
“I suppose it’d be difficult to touch yourself with these restraints on,” he
continued, not an ounce of worry in his tone, “do you have anything to
stimulate yourself with these on?”
 
“T-the drawer under the desk, t-there’s a toy in there.” before Akira could
stop himself, the reply left his lips.
 
Instead of a response, Yusuke left to retrieve the item. Anything Yusuke wanted
right now was possible. It was like he was under his spell. The bindings didn’t
hurt at all, they were tied in a way that only served to hold his body, not to
inflict pain.
 
While Akira focused on the ropes and tying techniques to distract himself, he
suddenly felt the dildo fall into his lap. Yusuke came into sight with a bottle
of lubricant in his hand, Akira was almost startled by the artist’s speed.
 
“You look so beautiful,” Yusuke spoke softly, almost asking Akira to look down
at himself.
 
Akira wanted to ask him to stop, he hated seeing his body this way; Akira knew
he got more than he bargained for. The anxiety building up in him hurt to be
reminded of. But Yusuke was moving so fast, he didn’t have time to speak before
the boy pressed two wet fingers against his ass.
 
Yusuke’s fingers were slender and boney, they slipped in easily from how wet
they were. Akira exhaled a moan as his hole tightened around Yusuke, the sudden
intrusion felt strange. A warmth in him began to stir as Yusuke began to
explore his walls, searching for his prostate. Yusuke pushed his fingers in
until his knuckles stopped him, it felt so good to be stretched this way.
Akira’s cock was getting so hard from this stimulation, feeling Yusuke’s
fingers in him was addicting.
 
He couldn’t hold back a pitched moan when he rubbed against his prostate,
prompting Yusuke to push against it harder. Just as the pleasure was beginning
to build up in Akira, Yusuke’s hand suddenly withdrew; leaving behind an
emptiness.
 
Akira wanted to whine out for more, but before he could do so he felt cold,
larger pressure against his ass. He watched as Yusuke shoved the dildo into his
ass, it was stretching him out much more than the fingers from before. A
whimper escaped his throat as his body took in the toy, his hole twitching as
it pushed further and further in.
 
Akira’s ass felt so stretched and his body felt so full, his body wanted to
clench and tighten around the toy but it was so wide it felt impossible to do
so. While Akira’s body tried to adjust to the object inside him he suddenly
felt it shake and vibrate. He couldn’t stop another moan from coming out, the
new type of stimulation against his prostate felt so odd, Akira’s body began to
involuntarily twitch.
 
“Please Akira, refrain from moving,” Yusuke knit his brows in concentration, “I
wish to capture the essence of your allure.”
 
Akira grit his teeth, he was feeling antsy, the vibrations inside him made his
belly feel strange. It felt like there was an itchiness inside him, like
everything inside was fuzzy. Akira tried to maintain his stance, but the slowly
building tightness in his gut was making him shift and squirm in his seat.
 
He swallowed a moan as his muscles tightened around the toy, it was getting
harder to focus on his nervousness anymore. Akira could feel the heat building
inside him, the vibrations of the toy pressed against his prostate rubbed it in
a way he’d never felt before. It was getting more and more difficult to control
his body now.
 
Akira couldn’t help but stare down at his body as the buzzing sound of the toy
inside him filled his ears, it felt so good. The dildo was slowly ramping up in
speed, it had gotten to the point where he could now see his cock shaking from
the reverberations of the toy. Akira wanted to stop moving for Yusuke, but the
ceaseless vibrations made it impossible to stay still.
 
Akira let out a pitched moan, his muscles felt so tense trying to hold himself
together. His wet cock twitched as he closed his eyes tight, he couldn’t focus
on anything but the feeling in his ass. It was getting harder to maintain his
breath, the quick ramping of speed from the dildo was making him involuntarily
squeeze down on it.
 
He couldn’t handle this amount of stimulation, the prickling feeling of
goosebumps covered his skin. His palms were sweaty now from all the strength he
was using, it hurt so much trying to hold himself together, his body felt so
hot.
 
“You look magnificent,” Yusuke’s loving tone filled Akira’s head, “every bit of
your complexion, every contour of your muscle, every strand of your hair. It’s
all so beautiful.”
 
Akira felt his stomach flip; it nearly distracted him from the vibrations of
the toy inside him, but the tightness in him made it hard to forget. The
sensations against his prostate were addicting, the speed felt like it was at
its max. Akira wanted to thrust the toy inside his body but the bindings
crossed against his body made it impossible. He needed anything to get himself
off now.
 
Even though Yusuke was watching his every move, it was hard to care about
anything but the relentless shaking inside him. Akira could feel the warm lube
leaking out of his hole, dirtying the chair. Akira couldn’t do anything, it
hurt to struggle, but he wanted to cum so badly.
 
He could feel Yusuke’s piercing gaze on him, it studied his sweat-covered body
meticulously. Akira felt his cock twitch, he loved having him watch, it felt so
good. Akira’s body was aching for more, his legs were quivering and his heart
was pounding.
 
“Y-Yusuke, p-please... ”
 
Yusuke needed to help him, his body couldn’t take anymore, this needed to stop.
His body hurt from how tense it was around the fake dick inside him. The
nonstop vibrating made his insides feel weird.
 
Akira’s tongue was slightly sticking out from how ragged and rushed his
breathing had gotten. His asshole couldn’t clench around the toy anymore, it
felt too good, it was easier to give in to the stimulation he was feeling.
Akira started to shift himself down on the toy and rock his body against the
chair to push the base of the toy further in him.
 
Akira couldn’t stop himself from letting out loud moans now, the vibrations in
his tummy felt so good. His body was growing weak from how much energy he was
using, but he just wanted to feel it deep inside now.
 
“Y-Yusuke, please... Please..” Akira stuttered out a cry between his moans,
“Ah! F-fuck!”
 
Akira’s body was covered in sweat, it was so hard to breathe normally and
pleasure in his ass was making difficult to speak.
 
“Uwah! Y-Yusuke! Please!” Akira begged, tears pooled in his eyes as he
struggled out his words, “P-please! Fuck m-me!”
 
Akira wanted to cum to Yusuke’s cock, not this toy. Akira wanted to feel his
cock in his ass, he wanted to feel him slam against his prostate, to feel cum
fill him up until he was stuffed.
 
Akira strained against the ropes, with his movement so restricted all he could
do was whine out to Yusuke. He felt so hot, he felt like he might melt in his
own skin. He wanted to fall forward and curl into a ball, his body couldn’t
take anymore of this, but the bindings held him up tightly and refused to let
go.
 
Akira’s head hung low as saliva trickled down his chin, the feeling in his ass
was too much. He couldn’t focus on Yusuke anymore, any extra stimulation might
make him cum now.
 
He could feel a shiver run down his spine as he squirmed in his chair, his
prostate was so sensitive from the toy now. Akira’s cock was twitching, he was
so close now, all he wanted was to be fucked hard by the other boy. He didn’t
wanna cum yet, but he couldn’t hold it anymore.
 
Akira looked up at Yusuke with a needy stare, begging him to help.
 
Yusuke swallowed the lump in his throat, Akira had never looked at him that way
before. Tears clung to his lashes like icicles yet his face was hot and
bothered. The stain of red blush he wore contrasted with the pure white of his
skin. Akira was perfect, the rawness of his emotions was a color he couldn’t
recreate in his palette.
 
Akira felt disgusting, his hair clung to his sweaty forehead and his sight
blurred from the tiredness of his body. His toes curled tightly, trying
anything to hold back his need to cum. Akira was about to beg out to Yusuke but
was interrupted by the cold hand on his shaky leg.
 
Akira was so focused on himself he didn’t notice the other boy’s presence.
Yusuke’s touch was icy, their contrasted heats clashed as his hands ran along
Akira’s body. The slow touches were agonizing, but each stroke against his
flesh was loving. Yusuke’s frosty hands ran across each curvature of muscle on
his arm, every divot and dip in his ribs, all of his caresses were admiring his
body the same way his eyes were.
 
The fighting of their temperatures caused a shiver to spread across his body
and every touch left a lingering patch of goosebumps. Akira was needy, but
before he could whine out to Yusuke he felt a cold grip on his cock. The
coldness of the other boy’s hand against the heat of his cock felt so jarring.
 
Yusuke held tightly onto Akira’s painfully hard cock and gave it slow strokes.
 
“I can feel the vibrations of the toy through you,” Yusuke looked enamoured,
“i-it’s amazing.”
 
His words went unheard though, Akira was too distracted by the heat building up
inside him, everything felt so good. It was hard to focus on just one thing.
Yusuke’s pumps were growing in speed, he was getting so close now.
 
Akira couldn’t stop the moans from leaving him, he felt breathless and any bit
of air was being used to vocalize his desire. He wanted to curl up and hold
onto Yusuke tightly, but the ropes strained against his skin. He wanted to feel
this way forever.
 
His whole body jerked as he let out louder and louder moans. Akira couldn’t
hold back anymore, his body was shaking and twitching as he came onto his
stomach. His body started tense up on its own; his toes curled tightly and his
hole clenched around the toy inside him. Akira let out a low whimper as his
pleasure high wore down and Yusuke’s stokes slowed.
 
He felt so tired, the sudden rush of stimulation from his climax was exhausting
and his eyelids felt heavy as a result. Akira let out a low sigh, he felt so
spent. Akira felt the toy slowly pull out of him, it left an emptiness that
made his body ache.
 
Akira wanted to show Yusuke the same love, but he was so worn out. Before he
could doze off, he felt a frigid touch on his skin. The afterglow of his
pleasure high and Yusuke’s frosty caresses were relaxing him from his subsiding
climax.
 
Yusuke’s fingertip ran across Akira’s body, playing with the cum, almost
painting on his body as if it were a blank canvas. It felt good to have his
body toyed with this way, the sensations put him at ease. Akira felt like he
was in a daze, everything was hazy.
 
Suddenly, Yusuke brought his wet finger to Akira’s mouth and pressed it against
his lips. Akira took the finger in his mouth without hesitation and began to
suck on the long digit from the other boy. Akira’s thoughts felt scattered, he
didn’t like the idea eating his own cum but his body felt like it was moving on
its own.
 
Akira lapped at the finger in his mouth, he enjoyed the feeling of Yusuke’s
dull fingernail scraping against his tongue. Yusuke’s finger was beginning to
warm up from Akira as he moaned against it, the vibrations of his voice clashed
against the stillness of the other boy’s finger. Before Akira could continue,
he felt the appendage push further in nearing his throat. The rush of force was
so sudden Akira began to cough and struggle against the finger in him. It hurt
and his body had strained so much from before that he was still so sore.
 
Yusuke’s hand quickly withdrew from Akira’s resistance, he quickly lifted
Akira’s head and pulled him into a kiss. Yusuke’s kisses were slow and loving,
his tongue ran across Akira’s teeth and lapped against his tongue. Akira’s lips
were sticky and wet, he felt like a mess against Yusuke. Akira felt so good
kissing him like this, Yusuke began to suck and nip at Akira’s tongue as their
mouths melted together. His kisses were sweet, Akira could taste the lingering
traces of coffee in Yusuke’s saliva mixing with the flavor of his cum.
 
Akira wanted more from Yusuke, but before he could press further into the kiss
Yusuke suddenly broke it off and separated their lips. Akira was needy for
more, his mind and body were acting of their own accord; the sluggish haze in
his head felt weird. When he went to reach out to the boy, he was stopped by
the restraints again which only reminded him of how tired he was from resisting
the ropes that held him down.
 
“Akira, stay still,” Yusuke’s voice was soft yet commanding, “you look
remarkable...”
 
Akira had trouble processing the artist’s words, he was still so tired, his
heavy lids threatened to lull him to sleep. He could feel his temperature
cooling down as his heartbeat began to slow, Yusuke’s voice was like a lullaby.
Maybe he was just so spent or maybe it was Yusuke’s soothing voice, but Akira
didn’t have the energy to keep his eyes open anymore. He felt like he was
sinking into the chair beneath him, it felt like the bindings melted away, he
felt so safe with Yusuke.
 
He felt like Yusuke would never leave him alone.
***** Palette *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“Oh my god, Akira...” Ann said, a bright blush on her face and her eyes wide in
astonishment, “I honestly never figured you were the type.” Akira began to
fidget in his seat, hearing her say that was mortifying. It was so awkward to
tell someone about it, especially when that someone was a close female friend.
“Did he… You know?” she stopped and leaned in close, “did he stick it in?”
Before he could even deny it, she continued, practically having the
conversation by herself.
 
“I mean, you two just move really fast,” she said, her voice growing in volume.
Akira’s face instantly turned a bright red. He couldn’t deny that fact, Yusuke
and him had just barely begun dating before they did that stuff. Most people
definitely don’t tie their lover up for their first time together.
 
He wanted to die; all he needed was advice, but all he was getting was a
million questions from the girl. Akira’s face felt like it was on fire, this
was the worst. Maybe he should’ve asked Ryuji instead. He took a sip from his
drink in an attempt to cool himself off, but it was definitely not helping.
Before he could respond, she continued to pelt him with questions.
 
“He didn’t leave you tied up, did he? Wait, were there bruises? Oh wait, are
you into that stuff too?”
 
Akira definitely wanted to die; this had to stop, his heart couldn’t possibly
take anymore. He let out a groan before interjecting.
 
“No, Ann! I just need your help, not some interrogation!” Akira yelled, careful
to keep his voice low.
 
“Sorry, sorry!” she couldn’t stop herself from loudly laughing, drawing glances
from the nearby tables. “It’s just that you’re usually super cool and
confident, so hearing that you’re shy and into some weird stuff makes you seem
more...” she paused, “I don’t know, normal? Like, you aren’t just some
fairytale Prince Charming character.”
 
Akira started to play with the straw of his drink and frowned, this
conversation really was going nowhere. He knew it was bad to think ill of your
friends, but she was really being useless here. “Look, are you gonna help me or
what?” Akira asked, looking anywhere but her face to avoid eye contact. “We’re
supposed to meet again tonight so he can finish up,” the words felt like a
confession.
 
“Crap! Already?” her long lashes made her eyes look like they were opened even
wider, “I-I mean of course I’ll help!” She took a deep breath, “okay, so he
definitely likes you a ton. So just make sure to, like, show him that too, you
know?”
 
He hung his head in shame and reluctantly answered defend himself, “I know he
likes me! It’s just that...” Akira paused, unsure how to word it, “he makes me
feel really weird now.” He hated this, he usually had all the answers and knew
exactly what to say, but being with Yusuke made him feel like he was a child.
“Ever since I confessed to him, I never know what to do when we’re together...”
 
“Aw, you really love him don’t you?” she laughed, “I mean, that’s the
definition of love right there.”
 
Akira’s face instantly turned a rosy shade of pink, love felt like such an odd
thing to call it. He could feel his heart practically twist in his chest, he’d
never thought to give his feelings a label like that. Talk about cliché. She
continued, interrupting his thoughts.
 
“Okay, the plan is simple really,” she grinned, “just tell him. Literally, tell
him you love him. You feel bad about what happened because you left him high
and dry when you fell asleep and you’re using that as an excuse to ignore your
feelings.”
 
Akira opened his mouth to interject, but she just kept going. Her voice was
unwavering, like she was giving a speech to a crowd.
 
“You’re such a cool guy, but you don’t know how to love,” her voice was growing
in volume, she was almost yelling at this point, “You just need to let him ram
it in you. Hell Akira, you need to ride that boy like a mechanical bull!”
 
“Oh my god, Ann stop!” Akira was nearly flailing his arms signaling for her to
lower her voice and  his face looked like smoke might come out from how red it
was. Akira looked around frantically, hoping no one heard her. But to his
dismay, the whole room was staring at them and the diner was dead silent now.
 
They definitely couldn’t come back to Shibuya anymore.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
The door to the Leblanc felt like it rang louder than before as Yusuke pushed
open the entrance, Akira knew to expect Yusuke but a part of him still got
jumpy when the bell rang. Akira feigned a confident smile and gestured to the
boy.
 
“Thank you again, Akira,” Yusuke smiled back at him before following, “I'm in
your debt.”
 
“D-don’t worry about it, I want to help,” Akira felt so awkward, were they
really gonna do this again?
 
When they finally climbed the stairs to reach Akira’s room, Yusuke almost
gasped in surprise at what he saw. The room was clearly set up for their
project; things were moved aside, a tarp was placed on the floor, two chairs
were set facing one another and a small table sat next to one of the chairs. He
could tell Akira spent a lot of time preparing. Yusuke smiled to himself, he
always loved how calculated Akira was.
 
Suddenly, Akira’s voice broke his train of thought. “So, uh, let’s do this,” he
said hesitantly, trying to hide the anxiety eating away at him, “I-I’ll get
undressed and, um, stuff.”
 
Yusuke could tell he needed to give Akira time to cool off, he nodded his head
and began to set up his easel and workspace. The easel he brought with him was
large and the canvas he purchased fit it perfectly. His brushes were clean and
the paints he took were the perfect shades too. Yusuke felt a surge of
excitement course through him, this going to be his best piece yet.
 
Again, Akira’s voice interrupted his thoughts, “I’m ready,” his tone was low,
almost sultry. As Yusuke looked over to the other boy, he felt his heart jump
at the sight. Akira sat on the chair; his face stained with a rosy pink blush
and his nude body had a sense of vulnerability that drew the artist’s eyes in.
“Y-you needed to get a reference for my expression?” he asked, hesitation in
his voice, “r-right?”
 
“Ah, ahem, yes, let us continue!” Yusuke announced, trying to pull himself back
to reality.
 
Akira picked up the bottle of lube beside the foot of the chair and poured out
some on his fingers, not wasting a second. Yusuke sat down, his eyes not
leaving the boy for a single moment. He watched Akira’s wet fingertips draw
circles around his hole, playing with himself slowly; Yusuke could tell how
deep down Akira loved this.
 
Yusuke swallowed down the lump in his throat. Watching Akira like this was
vexing; he wanted so badly to touch him, but he was supposed to study him
instead. Yusuke felt a shiver run down straight to his cock, as he watched
Akira lick his lips anticipation. Akira pushed two wet fingers into himself,
moaning at the pressure.
 
Akira felt a chill run through him as he spread his legs wide. It was strangely
exciting to have someone watch your every move like this, yet a tinge of
anxiety still bit at him. Akira used his free hand to start stroking himself.
He savored the intimacy of being exposed as he continued to spread his fingers
inside himself; pushing and tugging against the tight ring of muscle to stretch
himself.
 
He tried his best to keep his voice low, but it felt so good to let himself go
like this. He continued to stroke his cock while he watched Yusuke's eyes scan
over his body for every tiny detail. Akira let out a hushed moan, biting down
on his lower lip to try and stifle his voice.
 
He didn't know why he was enjoying every second of this; maybe it was the way
Yusuke looked over at him, careful to avoid eye contact, or maybe it was the
way the boy tried to shift himself, in an attempt to hide the obvious tent in
his pants. Deep down, Akira loved having this attention.
 
But a part of this felt selfish.
 
Akira could feel his heart twist in his chest. Of course he was letting the boy
paint him, but Yusuke was letting him live out a fantasy of his and he wasn't
doing anything in return. Ann was right, maybe he didn't show Yusuke enough
love. Had he been blind to this all along? Akira’s enjoyment began to die down,
it felt shameful to be this selfish.
 
“Is something wrong?” Yusuke's voice cut through Akira’s train of thought.
 
Akira looked down at his feet, completely unsure what to say. He knew stopping
this wasn’t an option, they’d already come so far with the picture. Akira shook
his head, trying his best to ignore his feelings before giving the artist a
feigned smile.
 
“Just, uh, thinking is all.”
 
The words tasted like poison; lying to him didn’t feel good at all. Akira
pushed the thought back and tried to continue to play with himself.
Unfortunately, his now half-hard cock didn’t let him just fake it like he had
hoped. Yusuke knit his brows in concern and stared, he knew something was
wrong.
 
This sucks.
 
Akira let out a grunt in frustration and rose from his chair before moving
toward the artist. He moved so quick that Yusuke didn’t even have time to react
as Akira pulled him into a kiss. Yusuke’s eyes grew wide in surprise from the
sudden movements. Akira’s body pressed hard against the other boy’s, nearly
pushing him over.
 
“Aki- mhf!” Yusuke struggled to speak as Akira roughly kissed his lips, “s-
stop!” The easel and table beside them shook and nearly tipped over. Akira was
so focused on himself he didn’t notice that he was knocking things around.
“You’ll knock it over! Control yourself!”
 
Words were useless. Akira didn’t care, art was the least of his worries right
now. He needed to show Yusuke he loved him back. Whatever he messed up he’d
make up for it later. Akira began to climb onto the artist’s lap, trying to
straddle him. He could feel Yusuke’s hardon rub against his leg through the
fabric while he moved to mount him. He could tell Yusuke still wanted this too.
 
Their lips crashed together over and over, his mouth feeling raw and bruised
from the pain. Each kiss stung on impact, but the warmth he felt on his tongue
when Yusuke’s tongue ran against his was worth it. Akira’s heart felt like it
skipped a beat as he sucked and nipped at Yusuke’s tongue, this felt so much
better than anything they’d done before. Their arms were wrapped around each
other now and Akira’s hands were in the other boy’s hair, making a mess of it.
 
“A-Ak- Akira!” Yusuke tried to push back against Akira’s shoulders, but it was
useless, “wait, we sho-”
 
“Please...” Akira rudely cut him off, but his voice was so soft and needy it
didn’t bother Yusuke at all. Akira brought his face to Yusuke’s ear, his breath
felt like fire against the sensitive flesh. “Yusuke, p-please fuck me,” the
vulgar words pierced his eardrums, Yusuke could feel his heart practically flip
upon hearing the other boy’s request.
 
Yusuke bit down on his lower lip in anticipation, it was hard to ignore Akira
when he was acting this forward. He locked his arms underneath Akira’s legs and
began to lift him up, they needed to move to a bed so they didn’t ruin any
progress he’d made on the piece. Yusuke could feel his muscles strain as he
tried his best to keep his balance, Akira was a lot heavier than he’d expected.
 
Suddenly, during his struggle to carry Akira he felt his feet collide into
themselves. Yusuke couldn’t control their combined weight and they both went
crashing down, taking the nearby table and easel with them. Akira could feel
the ice cold paint splash against his body, sending a wave of chills through
him. The fallen table brought along with it all the paints and brushes that sat
atop it. The fall made the two nearly switch places; Yusuke was now completely
on top of Akira, who’s back was to the paint-covered ground
 
Akira let out a breathy moan as he touched the floor, whole body felt cold from
the wetness. He could feel the slickness of the paint on his spine, in between
his toes, and on his legs. Yusuke frantically looked around hoping the canvas
wasn’t damaged in any way, but before he could worry any longer he felt a wet
heat on his Adam’s apple. Akira was lightly nipping and biting at the other
boy, trying to pull his attention back to him. Yusuke’s mind felt fried; there
was so much going on in his head, but it felt so much better to follow his
desire.
 
Akira was so exposed with Yusuke between his legs; his cock was so hard from
the excitement, the feeling of vulnerability was exhilarating. A smile crept up
his face as he watched Yusuke unbuckle his trousers, quick to get his cock out.
Akira loved seeing the artist’s focused expression, the look of a dominant
lover was all Akira needed right now. He watched as Yusuke took his cock and
positioned himself for Akira, the boy’s brows knit in concentration.
 
He pushed into him slowly, the wet heat felt so good. Yusuke could feel Akira
tighten around his dick, pulling him in. He hissed in pleasure, savoring every
second as he fit his whole cock inside the other boy. He could feel Akira’s
body trying to adjust to the pressure inside him. Akira let out a moan as he
felt Yusuke start to buck his hips upwards. Yusuke was larger than he’d
anticipated, but it felt so good to be stretched this way. Yusuke began to grip
Akira’s hips, holding him down; he could feel Akira trying to arch against him
more, his arms now wrapped around Yusuke’s neck.
 
Akira swallowed down a loud moan as Yusuke’s thrusts became harder and faster
than before. He could feel his insides tightening and constricting on Yusuke
whenever his cock rubbed against his prostate. The feeling of Yusuke twitching
cock inside him was addicting, the pleasure was spreading from his legs to the
rest of his body. Akira loved hearing the sounds coming out of the other boy
 
Akira arched his back against Yusuke, his eyes rolling back while his lips
trembled in pleasure, weak little moans escaping him. He knew he was close. He
let out another loud moan as Yusuke thrust his cock harder against his
prostate. Akira fought back the urge to scream and instead gasped, his prostate
felt so sensitive from the repeated stimulation. His mouth open as his tongue
was lightly sticking out in between his mouth; Akira was panting loudly and
drooling now, his whole body shaking and twitching for more. He wanted Yusuke
to keep ramming into him until he was spent and his body was filled with cum.
 
“Yus-suke! I-I,” it was hard to speak properly anymore. Akira could feel the
heat of pleasure in his belly, but before he could finish his sentence Yusuke
gripped his cock and began to stroke it.
 
Akira breathing was getting more and more ragged; it was hard to focus on
anything else but the feelings of Yusuke’s cock inside him and the sensations
of Yusuke rubbing his cock. He felt like an animal, unable to control his
body’s reactions to the stimulation. He couldn't stop himself from letting out
pitched moans and sighs whenever Yusuke rammed into him. Saliva continued to
trickle down his chin, Akira knew he looked disgusting now; his hair was a mess
and his body was covered in a mixture of paint and sweat.
 
He just was so close now, his wet cock was twitching and his moans filled the
silent room.  His mind felt like it was blacking out and Yusuke was thrusting
against his prostate over and over, giving him the last bit he needed before he
came with a pitched moan leaving his throat.
 
Yusuke couldn’t stop himself from cumming too, as he listened to Akira’s cries.
He loved the way Akira’s insides were spreading open, his nerves on fire as his
last thrusts brought in new waves of pleasure through his body. Akira let out a
sigh in pleasure from the pressure of cum in his ass. His hole was tightening
around the other boy’s cock, not wanting to let go until he was stuffed and
full of cum. Yusuke groaned in response to the sudden tightness, Akira’s body
felt so good like this.
 
Akira let out a whine when Yusuke finally pulled out, his body felt so tired
and his mind felt scattered. He looked up at the other boy through his lightly
paint speckled glasses and gave him a loving smile.
 
Yusuke felt breathless as he looked down to Akira, he was beautiful.
 
Yusuke’s eyes lingered between the soft hue of blush Akira wore and the bright
flecks of paint dotted across his face; the shades clashed in a way that made
the artist’s heart flutter. His body felt like it moved on it’s own when he
brought Akira into a sudden embrace. Before he could say anything Akira began
to speak.
 
“Yusuke, I love you,” he let out a laugh, as if he’d made a realization or
something.
 
Instead of words the other boy responded with a kiss, it was warm and sweet. It
felt like time didn’t exist when they were wrapped in each other's arms like
this. Akira smiled to himself, it felt so lame to be in love like this. The
artist falling in love with the delinquent, how cliché.
 
But, maybe it was okay to be in love like fools. Just this once.  
 
===============================================================================
 
 
Akira hastily made his way about the museum, ignoring all the assortments of
pictures, paintings, and sculptures. He was looking for Yusuke, being a
featured artist shouldn’t make your work the hardest to find. At this point
Akira was worried he might not find him by the time the exhibit was over. He
began to quicken his pace, his nimble body made it easy to weave between
people. It felt odd to be wandering an art exhibit like this; he’d been so busy
with exams that he never got the chance to see Yusuke’s piece for himself, so
he was looking more for the boy rather than the art.
 
The hallways felt interwoven and confusing to navigate through, this place was
practically a maze. Akira thought the brightly colored works amidst the groups
of people would serve as good markers for his search, but after a while
everything started to look the same. Painting after painting, he searched for
Yusuke.
 
Why were all the walls the same colors? Everything started to blend together,
it felt like he was walking in circles. Akira could’ve sworn he’d past the
particularly red painting more than once, or was it pink? Everytime he looked
at it the picture seemed to look different. Or was it a different picture all
along?
 
Suddenly, Akira heard a proud voice; he couldn't make out what it was saying
but he knew who it was. It was unmistakable, it had to be Yusuke; that
eccentric tone was definitely his. Akira’s feet began to quicken, he felt like
he’d lose him at any moment. He dashed through the crowds and slipped past any
obstacles. All that time in the metaverse was definitely paying off now. As he
hurried forward to pinpoint the voice’s location, the words became easier to
comprehend.
 
Finally, Akira found his way to Yusuke. Before Akira could even look at the
other boy, his eyes were immediately drawn to the painting. The piece had a
flourish of colors, easily taking the viewer to another world. Blues, reds, and
greens, the picture had a cascade of colors that made his heart feel oddly
warm. But what grabbed Akira’s attention the most was the focal point of the
image, the center. It was nearly impossible to ignore the nude boy that sat in
the middle of the painting.
 
“-and he laid in my embrace until morning, covered in a myriad of different
colors and hues, as was the canvas,” Yusuke’s tone was so enthusiastic, “the
prominence of the blue dyes upon his sex covered body was my biggest
inspiration!”
 
Akira’s eyes widened once he heard those words. The crowd of people that
surrounded this picture of colored smears and stains were clapping, but the
sounds felt dull and muffled in his head. Did he just tell this crowd about
their crazy sexcapade? Did he really just tell everyone about their sex life?
Was he actually talking about sex right now? Everything felt like it was slowly
setting in, as Akira’s mind scrambled to make sense of the situation.
 
“Ah! Here he is! My beautiful subject!”
 
An internal scream erupted inside Akira, while a dark red blush flared across
his face, “Yusuke! D-did you just tell them what happened!?” Akira couldn’t
stop the question from coming out.
 
The entire crowd turned, only making his face hotter. Akira wanted to curl up
into a ball and die, the whole room was staring now. The room began to fill
with gasps and quiet whispers.
 
“Oh my! How avant-garde!” the haughty crowd in the room was suddenly booming in
excitement “My, my, how eclectic! Truly beautiful!”
 
Applause began to fill the room.
 
In that moment, Akira thought to himself: ‘what’s the sentence for manslaughter
in Japan?’
Chapter End Notes
     Thanks for reading to the end! Kudos and comments are greatly
     appreciated! I hope you liked it.
End Notes
     Yoooo, I have this super cool friend that gave me this idea and I had
     to write it. Thanks for reading to the end! I hope you liked it! Any
     input or kudos are super appreciated.
     Also I know I have a ton of fics to update I'm so sorry! I'll update
     Crybaby asap!
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!