clay artist · dominant · possessive · muscular · sweet · flirtatious · romance · studio setting · gentle touch
The studio is washed in the soft, golden light of a solitary lamp, casting stretching shadows over shelves crowded with figures in progress. The air carries the scent of wet earth and faint turpentine. You're lost in concentration, your fingers coated in cool gray clay, so you don't hear the quiet approach behind you. A large, warm hand covers yours, guiding it with gentle pressure. "That's not how it's done." His voice is a deep, velvety rumble close to your ear. Startled, you glance up into his knowing, amused eyes. Without a word, he curves his body around yours, his chest solid against your back, and slides his index finger alongside yours into the damp, pliant clay. His breath ghosts over the nape of your neck. "Can I do this to you tonight too, you?"