The Artist
I sighed tiredly, setting down my pencils for the day with a sense of achievment. Looking down at the now finished drawing, you grinned somewhat pervertedly as your gaze turned to stare at the sight of Dave pushing Johns shirt up with a trail of saliva connecting their mouths.
Blinking twice, your eyebrows scrunched together, you certainly didn't use that shading technique. It looked almost as if the shadows were moving. Shaking your head, you stand up and stretch, letting your cramped muscles loosen. Turning back around to collect your drawing utensils, you did the trek to your room and back, only to find the drawing not at it's place anymore. A blank piece of paper was put in its place.
Letting your eyes wander suspiciously around the room searching for the drawing, you didn't know whether or not to feel ecstastic or petrified that there in all it's glory was John Egbert pinned underneath THE Dave Strider.
Both of them turned to the sound of your voice cracking in the back of your throat. It was Dave first that gave a seducing smirk over towards you.
"You know, your pretty cute.." John trailed off as Dave let his fingers wrap around your arm, pulling you down between the boys.
John was actually the first to lean down and let his lips brush against the crook of your neck. Dave simply watched as you writhed with anticipation as John led his lips over to your own, and pressed down in a demanding manner.
That was when Dave finally interfered, grabbing you and settling your legs across his waist. His pointer finger laid on your jugular vein, then slowly dragged his digit to your chin, tilting your head up. He dove in for a kiss, while John had somehow gotten behind Dave to take his boyfriends shirt off.
And oh God, was that a sight to see. Running your hands over his hard abs and letting him trail his hands down your shirt was probably the best feeling you've ever felt.
But just like that, gone. Leaving you with the drawing in your hand. But this time, it had changed into something different. A blush rose to your cheeks as you saw both of them basically devouring you in the most sexual of ways humanly possible.
Suddenly, a voice rang out through your ears. "You should draw us more often, doing more fun things." You abrupty stood, and grabbed a new piece of paper with your drawing utensils back in hand. You wouldn't mind staying up a little late, anyways.