☽ strangeness & charm ☾

“Mmm- no-” Han said, shaking his head. “I’m right where I always wanna be. Well, ninety percent of the time,” he said with a grin. “We should go somewhere more private unless you wanna be an exhibitionist-” Han said with a smile. He wasn’t going to lie, he was all about getting to draw someone handsome like Merric. He just had the bonus skill set of being able to back up his desires with drawing talent. 

“What is the problem with narcissism exactly? And anyways, it would look like you but it would be you as different people- satyrs and eros styled characters. You know, it’s- I’m just thinking out loud anyways. I’d probably even just sketch you for my own amusement-” Han said. 

“Magick means different things to different people-” Han pointed out. “Maybe you’ll put your picture in a candle and you’ll start running out because people put some love energy into it and bam! you’ve fixed their libido-” Han said with a positive attitude.

“Okay, that’s fair,” Han nodded. “When’s good for you?”

“Yeah. Oh, I uhh it’s on the level- I have-” Han took out of his phone and flipped to his references, which gave a broad idea of his work. There was an obvious erotic male angle to it but all the man seemed different and seemed to exude different types of powers and colors. “- a business. It’s what I do. I mean, I know people say art isn’t business but everything is business, you know?” Han said whimsically. “What do you think?”

Han smiles a little. “Yeah, a lot of people run shops. Doesn’t mean they know or cherish what they sell. Or display,” Han says, noting Merric has returned the item to its previous position.

People rarely trusted Han. He was either too young or too beautiful or some combination of things. It was quite - frustrating- in a way he couldn’t put into words.

“So you sell everything in here hmm? You know what you need? Some of my male nude portraits. I can even do them on wood carvings. Keep them in theme,” he suggested. “Of course, I’d need a model.”

“This is an original Sedat with signature. I am going to handle it gently,” Han said with the confidence of someone who understood value. He placed it down and then turned it. “Stop displaying it on an edge face though. Its not made for display like that. You do have a good *art collection though,” Han said with a smile.

“Impressive.”

*art as a euphemism for whatever or an actual art collection works just fine. 

Harvey was not a shy person. He maybe had kinda noticed the noise and the tiny crack in the door and maybe had possibly encouraged it to open to him. 

Harvey smirked, coming up next to Merric and confidently yet slowly, starting to stroke at the man’s length.

“You have a beautiful dick. Nice and thick too. Bet you make all the boys weak at their knees. But I bet you need a real man to get you off.”

It took Matan an indescribable amount of discipline not to smile as he followed the other obliged him, albeit grumpily. If one could get high from getting his own way, Matan would have already been tripping balls through space. The shopkeeper (whose name he still did not know and wasn’t planning on changing that anytime soon) seemed like a big, buff and controlling man, so pulling the rug from beneath him was nearly erotic for Matan and he was definitely feeling turned on at that moment. He slowly walked over to the desk and took a close look of the other from above. He had a well-sculpted body and a mouthwatering bulge packed tightly just for him. Matan rolled out a finger and slowly slid it down the other man’s stomach until he found the thickness underneath the fabric. Lowering himself to kiss the man’s stomach, he also found the outline of the other’s cockhead and teased it with a finger; slowly, deliberately and most importantly - in control. 

Without so much as an absent-minded nod, Espen mulled this over, turning the idea in his mind as though his words had some kind of uncharted, exponential value. “Hm,” he muttered. “Seems like a lucrative business plan. Ever considered it?” A quick survey around the shop, and Espen’s brusque tongue added,” More lucrative than this, anyway.” After a moment’s pause, he couldn’t help but feel it wasn’t right to just step off into the night. His roommate’s birthday present could wait. “Listen, you want a free drink? I, ah, feel bad mistaking your shop for a, well, you know…” 

Matt sat back comfortably on his heels, head tilted up at an angle that would hopefully help ease the cock down his throat. Soft hands began to stroke his brunette locks in a way that had Matt whimpering at the touch. Head lifting up to push into those fingers like a cat being pet. As the cock began to fill his mouth, at first just the head - heavy and large resting against his tongue. Merric began to push deeper, the shaft forcing it’s way down Matt’s throat. All the while he tried to remind himself to stay calm, to breathe, all in an effort to help open his throat. While not exactly a master at this art, he was skilled in controlling his emotions or rather his fear. It was on the last few inches that he began to struggle, gagging on the monster that was so brutally pushing his throat open. When he thought it might be too much he inhaled through his nose and then forced himself to the base of the cock. Now inhaling the smell of Merric’s pubes, chin pressing against the other man’s balls.