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The cold stroke of the undead finger contrasted the warm heat from the inner furnace of the demon. The mischievous grin flashed at him made Damien grin backâŚexcept more lustfull than his counterpart.
âYou tell me what you want, go grab that wonderful book of yours and Iâll wait right here for you.â
While Damien didnât mind stripping down right away, he knew it would flow better if he slowly teased the vampire with his skin. He sat up and stretched his arms so Liam could run free to his sketch book.
Liam raised his eyebrow but slid free of Damienâs grasp, standing off the couch to head towards his room and pick up his sketchbook. Grabbing a pencil and kneadable eraser. Squishing it slightly in his hand as he made his way back.Â
Liam didnât sit on the couch though, thatâs where Damien would lay. Instead, the vampire placed his things on the coffee table, and moved a chair over so he could sit on it and get a good view of the demon. Show included.Â
âWhenever you are ready.âÂ
While his artist went to gather his supplies, Damien quickly threw off his shirt, showing his glorious red chest to the world. Once Liam returned he layed sidewas across the couch, resting his head on his hand. His other hand resting on his side.
Damienâs eyes focus on the notebook, that little fucker is the whole reason they are togetherâŚ.and now it brings them together once again.
âReady babeâ
Liam twirled a pencil in his hand as he looked towards the pose Damien was in. He chuckled softly as he started to sketch out the pose first. Taking looks up towards Damien just to make sure it was right, before he started in drawing the actual body shape.Â
He wanted every detail to be perfect.Â
And with Damien in front of him, how could he not get every detail perfect? The vampire was so focused, on the pose and trying to capture the pure sexiness of the red skinned demon in front of him.Â
While Liam was engaged in his artistic talents, the demon flexed his upper body (just to see if Liam would take note.). At this point, Damienâs maroon hair was ruffled, and almost crawled down to his eyes.
Seeing Liam so dedicated to something besides taking pictures of his food was quite the surprise. Damien scrutinized Liamâs every stroke while he lounged on the couch.
âLike what you see Liam? Oh I know for a fucking fact you doâ
Oh Liam definitely took note to when he flexed, and made sure to jot a note down quickly as he continued to sketch out the perfection in front of him. His eyebrows together in focus while he let his pencil guide his hand.Â
His ear twitch a bit when Damien spoke, showing he heard what he said, but the vampire was so enthralled in his work, in getting everything right he did not respond right away. Instead, a couple minutes later, when Liam straightened his back up slightly, he looked towards Damien.Â
âYou know I did, and itâs not shaded but I have a sketch down.âÂ
After Liam moved his attention to him, Damien sat up and unfastened his pants. The strip was slow, and Damienâs burning yellowish eyes were locked on Liamâs cold, dead flesh.
With his pants removed, the prince leans back into the seat with folded arms. His legs are more toned than his upper bodyâŚfuck his claves could kill. He flashes a cocky grin and remarks,
âWhy donât you turn the page and try this on for size.â
Had this been someone other than his boyfriend, Liam would have kept a straight face. But seeing as this was indeed, his boyfriend, Liam felt the need to just, get a bit of a look to the wonderful eye candy in front of him. Man those toned legs.Â
And the pose. Perfect.Â
Liam slowly turned the page to his sketchbook, eyeing Damien up one more time before he started his sketch. Taking more peaks at the demon than before.Â
âI think I can do that.âÂ
The constant eye contact from his artist was quite charming. This Damien tried remarkably to stay as still as possible untill the vampire had finished his masterpiece.
This time instead of light meaningful strokes, liam seemed moreâŚengaged in his activity. His hair ,for starters, flowed side to side with almost every brush of the utensil. The wide yellow eyes almost pircing the demonâs skin conformed the princeâs suspicionsâŚliam gets REALLY into his work.
As Liam finished his portrait, Damien swiftly rushed off the couch to see what he looked likeâŚ.
In Liamâs eyes.
Liam remained completely and utterly focused on his work. From the sketch, posing to ever single detail he could muster out at this time. His eyes down in what looked like a glare, his jaw clenching and unclenching in his sheer focus of his work. His eyes shooting up, measuring and almost sizing up. He wanted everything to be right.Â
Finally, blowing off the drawing as softly as he could to get any left over marks or graphite off the page, Liam seemed to relax and get unfocused from his art work. He beckoned for Damien to come closer. Presenting him the drawing.
It was, a near damn perfect portrait of him. Liam was very good at his craft. Parts though, seemed a bit idolized, such as the legs and how lean he appeared to be than he would be in real life.Â
And still, Liam was not actually used to having a model or someone willing to pose for him and his drawings, so as Damien looked at it. He grew nervous.Â
âWhat do you think?â Â
As Liam presented his hard work, Damien paused slightly before responding. It was better than the first drawing liam had made when they first hooked up by far. His face was clear of imperfections, liam even for the chipped horn down to a point.
A small detail caught Damienâs attention. On his neck and shoulder were two pin-sized holes...just like the ones on Liamâs own arm....
The broad red chest was spot on as well (albeit exaggerated a wee bit). Clearly though liam had taken great effort to carve the demons muscular legs onto the paper....oh and there was a sensible sized lump hiding in the demonâs underclothing.
With his mind made up, he leaned in close to the vampire
âI think itâs fucking gorgeous...just like its creator...â
