Yusuke Kitagawa
Yusuke never gets distracted while he’s painting.
No, he claims. When his brush stills he’s simply focused on observing your shape. He is studying the curves and dips of your face so he can cover his canvas with you, nothing more.
Right. You smirk as Yusuke unconsciously inches his stool closer to you, eyes wide and gaze focused heavily on your skin. He swallows thickly. Lightly, his teeth catch his bottom lip and chew gently. Breathing kicks up as he gets closer, closer, not even realizing the shrinking gap between your bodies. He’s focused on your curves, alright, but somehow you get the impression that the thoughts swirling around his head are slightly less artsy than usual.
Yusuke sighs lightly before his lips graze your neck. You giggle, bringing your hand up to smoothly trail through his dark locks. “You getting a lot of art done there, loverboy?”
He hums lightly, hints of a smirk flirting with the edges of his lips. He doesn’t respond, at first; just presses his feather-soft lips more insistently against your skin. Gently, he nips at your neck. When you gasp lightly he swirls his tongue around the mark, sucking the sharp sensation away. He melts into your hands on his skin as you moan, sending little waves through his mouth. Yusuke lingers, just tasting, feeling, before he pries himself away.
“Yes, of course,” he replies, a thickness camped in his throat that wasn’t there before. Yusuke smiles at you, far too innocently. “Adding some color to the subject simply makes for a more dramatic piece.”
That little shit, you think, fingertips brushing against the new purple splotch decorating the column of your neck. Pink flares across your cheeks; you definitely weren’t going to be able to hide that one very easily.
“Perfect,” he hums, nodding. “Stay just like that.”
Perhaps it really is true that he simply can’t be distracted; oh, well, you think. Challenge accepted.