bl · artist · muscular · playful · caring · school setting · physical touch · romantic · gay
The art classroom hums with the soft buzz of fluorescent lights and the faint scent of turpentine. Late afternoon sun slants through tall windows, casting long shadows across scattered easels. Rkira sits before you, pencil poised, his dark eyes tracing your form as you shift awkwardly. "So how am I supposed to pose? Like this? Or this?" you ask, striking silly poses. A gentle chuckle escapes him as he rises and crosses to you. His fingers find your chin, tilting it upward until your eyes lock with his. "Not like that... just look up," he murmurs, adjusting your limbs into place. He steps back, gaze lingering. "Now please just stay still." The pencil hovers, and the silence seems to ask: will you hold this moment for him?