letting people down is my thing

even with taylor’s mind completely focused on the artwork in front of him, he still could feel the blush rising in his cheeks at the compliment. he was mostly thankful ike couldn’t see it too. that, he was sure, would be more embarrassing than he needed right now. “thanks,” he hummed softly, pausing to dip his brush in lavender paint. “’m almost done. sorry i made you sit still for so long.”

“w-w-would i b-be able to s-see it when it’s d-done?” the smile kept itself on ike’s lips no matter how hard he ignored it. he had another chill shiver as the brush run across his back. “don’t ap-p-polog-gize. i’m s-sorry i’m so j-jittery.”

“You shouldn’t be afraid…”

         “Do I have a reason to be?”

cutest boy on earth™

taylor liked the calm of making art, and he liked how easy it was for him to focus on it like he was now. that, and being able to actually communicate with someone like everyone else was able to had him the most calm he’d felt in years. “no,” he hummed with a soft shake of his head. “still looks pretty.” he moved onto ike’s other shoulder, giving it the same delicate treatment. “you have nice shoulders.”

ike could admit in all truthfulness that no one had ever complimented his shoulders and in happening, he smiled to himself. “th-thank you.” he muttered quietly as he let the artist do his thing. he wished he had something to comment on other than judging by how delicate every stroke was how skilled the other was. “i w-wish i could s-see it.” he tried to cough as still as possible “y-you s-seem very t-t-talented.”

she nodded first, instinctively sinking back into her chair. “y-yeah, you’re right,” she mumbled as she refocused on the book before her. “s-sorry.”

aven realized five minutes too late that oh right he’s an asshole. he gave a small sigh before taking his headphones off and looking back over at rose. “i’m sorry. but without the final project you basically fail then you’d have to do all this useless shit all over again. i mean i can help you with it if you want. i’m practically finished.”

“but how much can my grade really drop if i don’t do the final project? because i’m really not feeling it right now.”

“take your grade now and drop an a-bomb covered in toxic waste on it. that’s your grade if you don’t do the final project.” aven’s really not feeling this right now.

“stay still,” taylor chastised lightly. his hand drags a paint-dipped brush across their shoulder, swirling purples and blues together with a satisfied hum. he really was thankful that he had someone to paint on for this project; otherwise, he would’ve been left to asking a stranger on the street to take off their shirt and model for him. and comparatively, this was much less creepy. “’m almost done, promise. just need to do your other shoulder and take a picture.”

ike huffed almost silently, but still attempted to remain completely still. if he was being honest, he had no idea how the other had managed to get him to agree to this. he had a fear of just speaking to people and some how he had become an art piece. still, he couldn’t help the small shake from the cool paint. “’m s-sorry. am i m-messing it u-up?”

“Don’t you look good on your knees with all that cum in your face.” “You’re not allowed to wear underwear tomorrow when you go out.” “Bend over the windowsill so I can fuck you and you can look outside and smile at the neighbours.” “Spread your legs and finger yourself. Look me in the eyes so I can see your pleasure.” “No, you’re not allowed to wear anything today. And no, I’m not closing the curtains.” “When I count to ten, you’re going to cum.” “You look good getting fucked… Now smile for the camera.” “You’re going to put that inside of you and I’m going to keep the remote and give you pleasure whenever I feel like it. Maybe even tomorrow when you’re having that presentation you’ve worked so hard for.” “Look at you all tied up with cum running down your legs… I think I’m going to keep you there for a while. Maybe show you off to my friends.” “I want you to record yourself masturbating and then you’re going to send it to me so I can decide whether it’s good enough to put online. Now don’t disappoint me.” “Wear this collar so everyone knows you’re mine.” “I want you to leave the bathroom door unlocked whenever you’re in there. You don’t deserve privacy.” “I’ve got a party tonight. I want you to be the ‘special entertainment’, if you get my drift.” “Look at that tail. Doesn’t it suit you well, pet? I’ll feed you if you behave.” “From now on, whenever someone asks you where you got those bruises, you’re going to tell them your Master gave them to you as a gift.” “Now stick out your tongue so I can cum on it.” “I’ve never seen a dick that small. Are you sure it’s even there? It’s not worth my time anyway. Get on your knees and make yourself useful.” “Lick up the mess you made.” “Oh look at you being all flustered. I’m sorry, but you’re not allowed to cum for another week… at least.”

you can trust me with the aux cord