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“I highly approve of you wearing crop tops,” Rhys said, reaching back for his palette and brush.

Early watched curiously as Rhys filled his brush with red paint. When he was satisfied, he scooted forward again and painted a circle around Early’s navel.

Early sucked in a breath, and their cock twitched slightly. Their breathing turned tighter, and Rhys could practically taste their arousal.

“What else do you like about your body?” Rhys asked, filling his brush with more paint.

“I’ve always liked my arms,” they whispered.

Rhys hummed, then brushed blue paint up the underside of Early’s arm that was lifted up over their head. Early shivered and caught their breath.

“What else?” Rhys asked, having a hard time breathing himself.

Early hummed for a moment, like they were deciding how daring they wanted to be. “My neck,” they whispered.

“You do have a beautiful, long neck,” Rhys said, stroking his brush from the base of Early’s ear to their shoulder.

There wasn’t much paint on the brush at that point, so he leaned in and kissed Early’s neck, then kissed lower, then lower still until he could kiss their Adam’s apple.

Early let out a shaky breath, quivering under Rhys’s touch and stretching slightly to the side to give Rhys more access. Rhys could feel the energy coursing through their body, like they might burst into sunlight at any moment.

“Do you want to know my favorite parts?” he asked, sitting straighter and filling his brush with paint again.

Early could only manage a tight reply of “Mmm hmm?”

Rhys grinned heatedly, then stroked his brush straight over Early’s right nipple.

Early reacted like Rhys had brushed them with an electric current. They sucked in a hard breath and arched into the touch. Their cock had gone hard and a bead of moisture had formed on its tip. Rhys traced his brush over the same nipple in a different direction, causing them to whimper and shudder even more.

It was so erotic that he was in pain as his own cock begged to be freed. He wasn’t going to give himself that luxury, though. This was all about Early, about giving them something that would make them feel good without pressure.

Rhys charged his brush again then treated Early’s left nipple to the same treatment as the right. Whether Early was hypersensitive or just completely carried away by the sensual play, Rhys didn’t care. He was fascinated by the canvas of possibility before him.

He kissed Early’s parted, desperate lips again, earning a low moan and an undulation of Early’s entire body as they gave themself over to the feelings Rhys was creating. It would have been so easy to strip out of his own clothes and make love to Early the way his body was screaming at him to, but Rhys wanted more.

He filled his paintbrush again, then drew a line over Early’s belly and down to the dark hair around their groin. For some, nonbinary meant ignoring all of their gender features, but Rhys wondered if, for Early, it might mean embracing all of them, feminine and masculine. He certainly hoped so, because he genuinely liked cock as much as he liked breasts. Hair was all a part of the masculine traits he liked.

He took more paint from his palette and stroked his brush across Early’s tight balls. He liked those, too. A lot. If he hadn’t just slathered them in paint, he would have been tempted to shift Early so that he could suck on theirs.

He’d made his decision about the night’s activities, though, and he intended to stick with it. He set his palette and brush aside, but scooped up a large blob of pink paint on his fingers.

Early had held their pose almost perfectly for the entire time Rhys had painted and played with them, and that didn’t change as Rhys spread the pink paint from his fingers up the underside of their cock. Early let out a moan and tilted their head back for a moment as Rhys concentrated on his fingerpainting, then panted restlessly as Rhys closed his hand around their cock and worked their length.

He kept going, watching Early intently as their pleasure grew and consumed them. He had to reach for his own crotch with his other hand and squeeze to stop himself from coming as Early’s face contorted with everything he gave them. It was nearly impossible not to lose it when Early’s breath grew frantic, then they let out a cry moments before thick, pearly white joined the red and pink and blue already painted across their belly.

Watching Early come was its own masterpiece. They held nothing back because they didn’t know how to, and Rhys loved that. They continued to thrust their hips, like they wanted more, after the last drops spilled. When that was done, they collapsed into the sofa, their arms still held perfectly above their head, like they didn’t dare move.

“Absolutely beautiful,” Rhys murmured. He spread his hands across Early’s messy belly, pushing the paint and cum around to make a riot of color and shapes. “This is the only kind of mess I should make with you.”

“I love it,” Early panted, their body hot and their breath coming in tight pants. They lifted their eyes to meet Rhys’s gaze, and Rhys was certain they were moments from saying they loved him, too.

He wasn’t ready for it. Not because he didn’t feel the same, but because he felt it far too potently. Saying I love you for thefirst time should be something that happened with certainty, not because one person had just had an orgasm and the other was one strong breeze away from having one.

Rhys straightened. “I think it’s time to bring this amazing date to a close,” he said. Early started to look worried, so Rhys pressed a finger to their lips and said, “Not because of anything wrong, but because everything tonight has been so beautiful, and I think we need to let it be beautiful just as it is without adding too much to it.”

“Like a painting,” Early panted, sitting up when Rhys took his hand away.

Rhys smiled, partly because Early now had a splotch of pink paint across his lips. It was so erotic that he had to concentrate not to come. “Exactly,” he said instead.

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