Peach Lover

Stop Sketching/Start Building - Dennis Crowley. 

 

If someone like Po never intended to change his mind.  Someone like Sasom would never joke around. 

 

The homeowner had sketched many figures during his student days, but none had ever presented him with such difficulty and challenge as this man. What kind of man was he? Even just seeing him shirtless was enough to make one's gaze wander. And if he were to take off his lower garments as well... what energy would he have left to draw?! 

 

However, no imagination can provide a better answer than proof. The person who had just retrieved the equipment from another room quickly sought a seat when they saw the famous actor begin adjusting the hook on his expensive slacks. 

The horrors have begun. 

 

Sasom skillfully removed his pants, then playfully tossed them onto the floor near the person staring at him. Seeing this, Po quickly averted his gaze to his sketchbook to cover his embarrassment. Still, his eyes soon wandered back, emboldening Sasom to adjust his pose to be even more provocative. 

 

Po's hand, holding the pencil, went limp when he saw clearly that the semi-naked man in front of him, clad only in black underwear, was relaxing comfortably, resting both arms behind him, before slowly widening the space between his thighs—clearly a deliberate attempt to emphasise his prominent features. 

 

"What kind of 'face' do you think I should make, Po?" 

 

Po felt incredibly embarrassed by the word ‘face’ that he had chosen to emphasise. No matter how many times he listened to the previous sentence, he could tell that the questioner didn't want an answer at all. What the teaser really wanted was to tease Po about his gaze being fixated on his lower body. 

 

The person being teased could only stammer, awkwardly scanning their surroundings before responding hesitantly. 

 

"Well...it's up to you." 

 

“So what if I do this?” 

 

The questioner began the demonstration, his stern face contorting perfectly, like someone suffering from intense agony deep within his body, before he playfully bit his lower lip. This sight made Po quickly clench his legs tightly together to restrain his surging emotions. 

 

"Uh...then I'll start sketching!"

This might be the best solution Po could come up with. He quickly interrupted the other person by sketching what he saw on paper. 

 

While most models start at the head, Po chose to begin with the long, well-proportioned neck of his collector, gradually working his way down and finally saving the face for last. 

 

Po, known as "Japo," is frequently praised for his mastery of human anatomy and is considered one of the most talented illustrators, impossible to fault even for the most nimble attempts. But despite his skill, Po's usually nimble hands suddenly tense up, a result of having to begin sketching the lower parts of Sasom, which remain irresistibly eye-catching! 

 

“Let me see.” 

 

"Just...just a moment." 

 

The fact that the other person wanted to see the sketch only increased the skilled artist's panic. Po struggled to gauge the meaning for a while, until finally deciding to "use what he can" and began sketching based on experience, which was in stark contrast to the reality before him. 

 

"Here it is. I haven't drawn the face yet. I prefer to save that for later." 

 

The sketchbook has been delivered to the collector, and it's unclear why Po felt a "fluttering" in his stomach while waiting for the collector's consideration. 

 

"Isn't that okay?" 

 

Po immediately asked when he saw the change in Sasom's expression. At first, he smiled with satisfaction, but after a moment, his brows furrowed, as if he had just encountered something he disliked. 

 

"I really like it. Even the sketch is amazing." 

 

The famous actor was not exaggerating in the slightest. At first glance, it might seem like a simple sketch, but upon closer examination, a multitude of emotions can be seen in the varying weights of each line. 

 

"But there's still one thing that bothers me." 

 

“...”

 

“Where is it?” 

Po leaned closer, intently examining the Sasomd items he was pointing to. Only when he clearly saw what bothered the other person did the smaller man's face flush red, his cheeks burning as if on fire! 

 

“You're kidding!” 

 

"What? I'm serious, I'm not kidding. See? It doesn't look like it at all." 

 

Then the taller man made Po even more embarrassed by pointing out the difference between the actual crotch of his underwear and the sketch. 

 

"The real thing is much bigger." 

 

Po couldn't take it anymore. This made him feel really embarrassed. It wasn't that he didn't know the difference while sketching, but what could he do? The other person's intensity was distracting him! 

 

“Wait, where are you going?” 

 

"I'm going to put these things away. I'm too lazy to draw anymore. We'll draw another time." 

 

Without further ado, Po seized the opportunity to snatch the sketchbook back from the other's hand. However, Sasom was faster, hiding what he held behind his back before grabbing Po with his large hands. 

 

"You're not going anywhere yet, Po. You have to learn from your mistakes first :)" 

 

The heart of the captive trembled violently, especially when the next command was to "kneel." The sweet-faced person became even more certain that there could be no other option but... 

 

“Take it off.” 

 

"You..." 

 

"Seeing the real thing clearly will help you avoid making mistakes next time."

 

The sculptor had finished grasping the fair-skinned man's smooth, soft arm before the famous actor returned to the same pose that Po had sketched, his defiant gaze making those still consumed by anticipation swallow hard. 

 

Po felt incredibly hesitant about what he was facing up close. It wasn't fear or a lack of courage, but uncertainty about how to act in a situation he had never experienced before. 

 

"Give it a try, Po." It was as if Sasom could read Po's mind. "You'll never know unless you try." 

 

Upon receiving encouragement from another voice, one that reflected their own innermost thoughts, the person kneeling took a deep breath and grabbed the edge of the other person's underwear, pulling it down. 

 

What had been suppressed was now set free. The man's underwear in Po’s hands immediately fell to the floor as he examined it fully before accepting the feeling of magnificence as part of his heart's desire. 

 

Without needing many words, Po knew he couldn't think any longer about it. He chose to let his desires take over, moving closer, intending to bite his tightly with his own full, rosy lips. 

 

But before he could act on his desires, just getting close, the one who had been sitting still before suddenly grabbed the other person and pulled them onto the bed, then climbed on top of them, bursting into laughter, delighted that he had managed to annoy the other person. 

 

“Pranking on me!” 

 

“Yes, I teased you.” 

 

They also admitted it willingly. 

 

"I have to annoy you often, so you will want it more." 

 

So evil! Really evil! 

 

Po's thoughts about Sasom could only be described as "wicked!" He was truly amazing at making Po's desires and emotions surge and burn even brighter.

 

Although he said he was being mischievous, his hands did the opposite, stripping off his own clothes until only his bare, smooth, white body was left exposed. 

 

"Hey, why are you taking it off, Po? I'm not going to do anything to you today." 

 

But it seemed that Po's mischievous nature had taken a liking to his own playful teasing. The large man immediately backed away from the other, as if wanting to make him truly believe that their encounter in bed was over, that there would be no more intimate contact like the night before. 

 

Disappointment and desire clashed on one person's face. Seeing that Sasom wanted it that way, Po could do nothing more. He had to try to suppress his own turbulent emotions before getting up to pick up his clothes and put them on. 

But...! 

 

“Ah!” 

 

Unable to bear the teasing any longer, he lunged at the soft-bodied man again. This time, however, it wasn't just a simple press against him like before. Instead, he grabbed the other's buttocks, lifted them high, and then thrust his strong penis deep into the other's body! 

 

The sudden, unexpected movement caused Po's body to convulse violently, so much so that the prankster had to grab him and hold him close, waiting for the stomach pain to subside. 

 

"Are you okay?" 

 

"Y-yes... I can do it. Ah. ah ah..." 

 

Once he was sure the other person was ready for their second round, Sasom quickened his pace, causing the person in the lower position to moan with intense pleasure. 

 

"C-Can you go harder?" 

 

"Do you want me to do it harder?" 

 

"Yes...ah...harder, please..."

 

"You're so annoyingly cute." 

 

He quenched his intense desire by lowering his head and playfully kissing Po's smooth, sweet face, so soft that he could happily lick his hot tongue over it. 

 

“Wait.” 

 

But for some reason, even as he continued to struggle and absorb the impact, Po held on, keeping them looking into each other's eyes, completely unaware that the more the famous actor saw the face he had just caressed, the more his desire intensified, leading him to act impulsively. He pulled back almost completely, then thrust back in with all his might! 

 

"Ah!" Po cried out as the impact hit a sensitive spot that almost made him faint. But the one resisting kept fighting. Even though he was almost incapacitated, he still had enough strength left to cry out in protest again. 

 

"Wait... listen to me first..." 

 

"What" 

 

The frustrated person inadvertently let out an irritated sound, but, seeing that the smaller figure seemed quite taken aback, they tried to calm their own agitation before asking again, "What?" in a softer tone. 

 

"Well...I think...we should try filming a video." 

 

This time, Po's words left Sasom stunned. 

 

"I'm your little plant now. You have to train me to get used to the camera." 

 

The famous actor felt as if he was being reminded of the "real reason" that brought him and Po together like this. And because of that, he chose to remain silent, slowly withdrawing from the soft body to pick up his cell phone and resume doing the same thing, but this time he started recording a video of the person lying beneath him, their eyes half-closed. 

 

"A-Do I look good?" 

 

The question made Sasom unable to resist comparing Po to his own "old crop," and what came to his mind... was that they weren't even close...

 

Po looks absolutely stunning in the eyes of Sasom, so much so that the word 'beautiful' could be used to describe him. But when it comes to confidence... Po is utterly defeated by the old, established player. That means... I still need a lot more practice. 

 

"Look at the camera properly, Po." 

 

Certain internal conflicts led him to avoid Po's previous question, and he told him to turn and look at the camera properly so he could try to capture the emotions of the new crop while he was in operation. 

 

"Ah...oh...oh oh oh...." 

The acceleration of the Sasoms' pace back to his previous level caused Po, who had been intently staring at the camera, to begin showing his emotions. And at that moment... 

 

“Po...” 

 

The person filming inadvertently groaned the name of the person they were filming, despite their limited confidence and the professional intensity, which could hardly compare to that of the previous person. However, the natural beauty of the person in question unleashed a raw, untamed intensity in the filmmaker, making it impossible for them to continue filming. 

 

"Um...you're not taking pictures anymore?" 

 

"Enough!" 

 

After his roar, he threw his phone away, quickly lifted Po, and slammed him against the wall before thrusting wildly until the ecstatic man screamed without any shame. 

 

"I can't take it anymore!" 

 

"I can't take it anymore, Sasom!" 

 

"More power!" 

 

"Sa...!" 

 

“Ah!”