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“If I knew this was what you had in mind I wouldn’t have come.” Futaba lied as Yusuke held up her legs.
Without a response, Yusuke pressed his face between her legs, lips pressing against lips before his tongue slipped out to meet her labia. Futaba’s thighs were already starting to shiver, her pussy feeling so exposed by the way he kept her legs spread as he went about his craft. Long and thin, Yusuke’s tongue almost slithered as it explored every inch of her, tracing along the outline of her vagina before finally diving in for the real entree. Yusuke pressed his face as far as he could as his tongue pushed inside of her, getting as deep as he could before his tongue started to squirm inside of her.
“O~oh my god, Yusuke~”
Futaba had agreed to come to Yusuke’s dorm under the pretense of him painting a portrait, a nude portrait specifically. The canvas sat in the corner, little more than a rough sketch completed before Yusuke reached his limit. The only thing that had helped Futaba’s nerves about having to pose for him was that Yusuke agreed to be naked as well, but that only meant they could leap straight to sex with no awkward fumbling with their clothes. Scooping her up effortlessly, Yusuke dropped onto the futon with her, spread her legs, and now here they were with Futaba's boyfriend eating her out like a starving man, and she was more than moist enough to wet his whistle.
When Yusuke finally pulled himself away from that delicious jewel between her legs, his mouth was a mess of spit and quim, hair ruffled by Futaba’s idle hands. Futaba’s legs fell over his shoulders, shaking slightly all the while as her eyes met Yusuke’s. In this light his gray eyes looked silver and they pierced directly through her with a cool passion that was exclusively Yusuke’s domain. Taking his eyes away from Futaba’s for a second, Yusuke pulled himself up out of her legs and ran his gentle hands up her thighs and hips. Her skin was a creamy pale, quick to erupt in gooseflesh as soon as his hands ran over her sensitive body.
“You are so beautiful.” Yusuke mused, his words were without frill or exaggeration, but his tone was solemn and there was no question as to whether he meant it.
Futaba’s reaction was immediate, turning away from him as her cheeks reddened, “I didn’t even shave today…” She protested.
“Yes, and you seem to be the only one complaining.” Yusuke replied, as he pressed his cheek against her soft black bush.
Futaba bit her lip to keep from saying anything else, forcing herself to take the compliment. Again Yusuke took the time to take in the sight of his girl, her pale skin broken up by her natural black hair before continuing to an unbroken cream as one travelled up the navel until again being broken up by the perky almond colored nipples at the tip of her small breasts. Past those her cheeks were a bright red, and her hair a vibrant dyed orange. Perhaps it was because he was an artist that Yusuke could not help but take in the color composition of Futaba’s body, or the gentle sloping of her curves. It was the kind of thing he had yet to replicate through any brushstroke, though not for lack of trying. Taking in the view once more with an analytical eye, Yusuke was stricken by the composition, the light shining through his blinds cresting behind her head in the fashion of a halo as she averted her eyes in a classical display of humility. Stricken with silence, Yusuke continued to stare, transfixed.
“Wh-what?” Futaba asked, finding the sudden silence disquieting.
“You are art.”
“Excuse me?!”
“Your body is a work of art.” Yusuke repeated without a hint of irony, a touch of pink appearing on his cheeks, “If there is a God, then you were their magnum opus.”
“Stupid Inari!” Futaba covered her eyes, her whole body squirming with nervous energy as if she were trying to physically shake off her feelings. “You know I’m weak to compliments, I don’t need you making up weird stuff.”
“Weird?” Yusuke leaned over Futaba, lips coming dangerously close to her ear as he whispered, “I’ll just need to show you how I feel.”
Before Futaba could respond she felt two slender fingers slide inside of her while Yusuke’s thumb pressed itself against her clitoris.
“Beautiful. A bright pink, and such a pleasing shape and texture, I am quite fond of your flower, Futaba.” Yusuke began as he watched his hand at work. “Moreover your hair is magnificent. Black is such a classical contrast to your pale skin, and a natural body looks much more refined.”
Futaba’s cheeks turned a deeper red, having to contend with her boyfriend's fingering in conjunction with his bizarre fixations and praise.
“Your thighs thrill me even long after you’ve left, so slender but so soft.” He continued whispering directly to her. “Your navel confounds me, never have I managed to replicate it in my sketchbook and in the summer I must stop myself from leering.”
“Inari…” Futaba moaned as his fingers picked up in pace.
Yusuke felt he did not need words for his next point. Finally moving away from Futaba’s ear, his lips trailed down the crook of her neck and then down her shoulder before eventually finding her chest. Eagerly, Yusuke suckled on his girlfriend’s breast, lips and tongue coaxing out her nipple.
“Yusuke! Yusuke, god, don’t stop~! She cried out as Yusuke’s hand continued at a steady but excited pace.
Futaba’s hips bucked on their own while she came, her pussy squeezing around his fingers in the rhythm of her climax. Yusuke had let her nipple out of his mouth by now so he could watch her face throughout. Her brow was adorably furrowed and she bit down on her lower lip lest she make a sound that would embarrass her. All the while her cheeks burned hot and her glasses sat askew on her face, an extraneous accessory that she insisted on wearing during so that she could best see his face. Slowly, Yusuke calmed his pace while Futaba’s climax began to settle down, careful to not overstimulate her if he could help it.
For the next minute, Yusuke laid there with Futaba as she calmed down. They didn’t say anything for that time, Yusuke patiently waiting until Futaba would be able to be cognizant enough to understand what he wanted to tell her. Her body tensed slightly as he pulled his fingers out of her, noting how her body seemed to grip around them for a second before releasing him.
“And your face,” Yuske started before licking his fingers clean of her juices, “-well I had never ever seen a woman who looked so demure, but had such passion within them as you. Had we not had more pressing matters of concern I would have requested to paint you long long ago.”
Too tired for a bashful display, Futaba stared up at Yusuke, but he was no longer staring at her. His steely eyes were unfocussed and looking elsewhere as he reminisced. When he looked back down on her, his face softened and he brushed the back of his hand against her still warm cheek.
“These cheeks especially bewitch me. Even after knowing you for so long, I find you in my thoughts when I should be studying.”
“Why are you like this?”
“Beg pardon?” Yusuke asked, caught off guard.
“I mean, I guess it’s just hard for me to accept someone thinking of me that way.” Futaba continued, meeting Yusuke’s eyes the entire time.
“Forgive my crassness Futaba, but every inch of you drives me wild.” His hands began to slide down her sides, thumbs brushing against her still sensitive nipples. “I was serious before. You are like a work of art, priceless to be certain.”
Without another word Yusuke spread her legs once more, turning her to face him and leaning himself back down between her legs.
“A-Again?” Futaba was pleasantly surprised to find that Yusuke seemed so intent on eating her out this evening.
“I seem to have quite the taste for art.” He told her with an uncharacteristic smirk.
Futaba snickered, “You’re taking this art thing pretty far don’t you think?”
“Your body is worthy of worship Futaba, consider this my altar.” He told her before bending down to give his idol her due tribute. It would be the last thing he said for the next half hour.