The Artist and the Poet [Art Master Post Part 2]
Mikayuu Week - Day 7: Free Day (CHAPTER 2 UPDATE!)
Collab with seredemia, who wrote the wonderful Mika x Yuu artist!AU fanfiction!
Summary: Struggling from the dreaded artist’s block, Yuuichirou Amane tries to find inspiration by drawing in his local café. Nothing seems to be working and it’s only until Yuu’s about to give up does the answer to his prayers literally walks into his life.
Enter Mikaela Shindo, aka the hottest guy Yuu’s ever laid his eyes on. He’s pretty, he’s friendly, and he’s the perfect model for Yuu’s new painting… if the artist can ever bring up the courage to ask him, that is.\
He ends the call and literally runs down the stairs. The sight of Mika waiting by the entrance makes Yuu grin so much that he’s positive he’s pulled his cheek muscles, if that’s even possible.
“Yuu-chan…?” Mika stutters out, his cheeks now slightly flushed. “What’s… What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Nothing. Just… wondering if we should have your hair loose…” Yuu murmurs, slipping his hand behind Mika’s head to play with the band that gathered his hair back.
They kiss, as simple as that, lips sliding against each other, Yuu running his fingers through Mika’s scalp, Mika drawing shapes onto his hips. It’s soft, slow, and a pretty damn good kiss if Yuu has to admit.
Mika’s hand buries itself into his hair, quivering as he grips the locks tight enough for Yuu to wince. Pulling away, Yuu takes a moment to glance up at the blond.
He pauses, his eyes widening as he takes in the sight of Mika’s red cheeks, mouth wide open and gazing at him with glassy eyes.
They fix gazes. Blue on green, and Mika grasps his dick into his hand, rubs it over Yuu’s entrance. He shudders, as does Yuu, and they hold their breaths as a second passes too long.
“Ready?” he asks. It takes all of Yuu’s self control not to yell at him.
He cuddles next to him, arms circling around Yuu’s tired body and his golden curls tickling the side of the artist’s face. Even as tired as he is, Yuu pushes through it enough to return the embrace, smiling when Mika nuzzles into his neck.
They fall asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, the painting long forgotten and abandoned.
Eager to begin, Yuu sketches a faint outline on his canvas, flickering his eyes to Mika after each minute, both for observation and also to make sure that the idiot isn’t waking up any time soon.
The artist kisses him, Mika’s notebook left discarded on the floor and Yuu’s canvas drying in the corner. For now, none of that matters, not when the artist and the poet smile into their kiss, content with the fact that both their creative hobbies have led them to each other in the end.
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