Valentin stood behind the dark-haired man his paint-stained hands rubbing Adonis's bare shoulders, feeling the knots beneath his perfect tanned skin. He had been in the middle of a new piece when his lover arrived home, looking exhausted after a long day.
"You're tense" Val purred as he pressed his thumb into Adonis's shoulder blades smiling as he let out a small moan.
"Yeah well... it's been a tough week." He grumbled, his head hanging low. His long black hair was bound behind his neck with a ribbon, loose strands of black waves falling into his face.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Val asked.
"Not particularly"
"As you wish." He leaned forward and placed a kiss on the side of his lover's neck, his soft lips tickling the sensitive skin. Adonis let out a small moan and tilted his head back, closing his eyes. He felt hands tug at his hair freeing it from its binding. His raven locks spilled around his shoulders. "Much better." Val whispered. He ran his fingers through the silky waves messaging the back of Adonis's head with his fingertips.
"Thank you, my prodigy" Adonis hummed, his lips curved in a smile. He was feeling more relaxed already. Val was so skilled with his hands. "How did you get so good at this?" He asked.
"Artists hands." He chuckled and kissed Adonis's shoulder gently. "Lay down." He whispered and shoved his lover forward onto the bed. He landed on his stomach with a surprised sound and laid his head on his arm, turning just enough to watch Val behind him. The artist moved to the top of the bed and reached for a bottle of oil. He poured some onto his hands, rubbing them together to warm it up.
He began to run his hands over Adonis's body, massaging the oil into his back and shoulders. Letting his fingers dip into the curves of his sculpted body. He messaged the tension out slowly, oil smelling divine as it settled into his skin.
Adonis moaned softly, closing his eyes as Val worked. He had never had someone care for him this way before. He still remembered the day they met, a rainy day in a gallery on the edge of the city. Valentin was picking up a painting he had displayed, and Adonis ran into him in the street, knocking the art from his hands into the rain-soaked sidewalk. He didn't understand why the man was so upset, but he was so handsome Adonis knew he would do anything to make it up to him. They had been inseparable since.
He felt the bed dip with Val's weight as he hovered over him, his hands working in circles and lips falling to kiss the sore spots on his back. His lips sending an ache to the Adonis's already hardening cock.
"Fuck" he whispered under his breath, and he felt Val's grin against his skin.
"Let me take care of you." He muttered nipping at him gently, his fingers dipping into the waistband of his pants.
"Val." Adonis moaned but he was too sore to move.
"Shh. Let me." He repeated and Adonis could only nod. He closed his eyes as the artist tugged his pants off his hips, tossing them to the ground. His lips fell onto his back once more, kissing every inch of his skin.
"I wish I could paint you like this." Val moaned looking down at the naked man below him.
"You can paint me nude whenever you want darling." He muttered and turned his head to watch his lover. The artist's hands were messaging his lower back now and Adonis arched into his touch.
"I know" Val said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips "I need to find a way to capture the noises you make. They are a work of art."
Adonis let out a chuckle which was quickly followed by a moan as Val's hands worked lower and lower. He cupped his cheeks and massaged the round flesh in his hands. He heard the oil bottle open again as Val coated his hands in more of the floral smelling solution. The first hand found its way to his balls, massaging gently, making him groan with need. Then the second slipped lower, between his cheeks. His fingers teased the rim of his opening and Adonis's body tensed at the foreign sensation. He hadn't ever let his lovers touch him like this, Adonis desired control.
"Relax" Val whispered and Adonis took a deep breath, willing his body to listen. He had never been touched this way, but he trusted the artist completely. "That's it" Val murmured, and he teased him once again, circling his hole gently. When Adonis let out a hushed sigh Val slid a finger in and watched how his lover arched into the touch.
"Fuck." He moaned as Val pumped his finger in and out slowly. He was surprised how good it felt.
