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"Myungho-hyung."
There was only silence in that room that day, when Vernon sat on a stool perched where he was, watching Minghao paint on a canvas in his room. Nothing save for the sound of the air conditioner and the occasional rustling of leaves outside. Minghao turns around. Vernon blinks.
"I want to paint, too."
At that, Minghao smiles, sighing as he turns back to his painting—a canvas as emotional as the artist himself, full of color and surprises and beauty. Vernon couldn't hope to turn his eyes away.
"One day I should bring you to the Art Lab downstairs," Minghao says. "Art is all about expression. It's not so much about thinking, but about feeling." He pauses.
"Maybe other people do it differently, but I let my body lead. Art is one of the ways I express myself. All my feelings go on this canvas—on all my canvases."
"Then, Myungho-hyung, will you let me paint you?"
Minghao turns this time, fringe falling over his eyes, and Vernon looks back at him.
"Will you be my canvas?"
Minghao is right. Art is about expression.
Vernon's mouth roams his canvas, taking his time. Painting is about patience, about feeling. When Minghao's back arches, his palms clasp around his small waist and drive forward.
Your canvas speaks to you about what you've painted on it. A reminder of your feelings.
Vernon runs his hands up and down Minghao's bare, naked thighs—thin and pale, and he decides, he wants to paint the inside of this canvas.
He pushes himself in further, and Minghao grasps at the sheets, voice growing higher and louder.
More. More. Paint me more.
Vernon struggles with his self control as Minghao verbally urges him on, eyes boring into his own as Minghao's hole clenches tight around him, and his knees buckle. Minghao smiles, satisfied.
"Vernon, did you know?"
He speaks, and Vernon pants. Minghao doesn't allow him to pull out, and he doesn't hope to do so anytime either. Minghao's gaze grows sultry, tempting.
"Even a canvas that has been destroyed is art."