My Favorite Model (Nov 2, 2019)
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bluetigerpinkbunnyTitle: My Favorite Model
Author: kira
Table: Leo
Prompt: Kiss 04: Exploit
Fandom: Original
Characters: Didi/Tino
Word count: 890
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Tino feels bad about always asking Didi to pose for him and yet, Didi never minded at all…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta Kat for pinking this. Written for 15 kisses & Inspiring Tables.
Tino had several sketchbooks that were full of his beloved husband in various poses. He had drawn Didi both clothed and in the nude, with the nudes being some of his favorite sketches. As he picked up his sketchbook, Tino came to the startling realization that he had asked his husband to pose one too many times, when Didi looked at him and said, “How do you want me sit?”
“Umm… it’s okay, I think I’ll draw the coffee table books.” Tino smiled at him. He settled back on the sofa and sketched the books, but it was not as much fun as it was sketching Didi.
Didi sat there in his favorite chair, reading a book. He did not mind posing for his husband as Tino’s sketches were quick, even the nudes, and they always led to a bit of fun between the sheets. He looked over at him as he turned the page and wondered what happened. He frowned and went back to reading his book.
Tino leaned his back against the arm of the sofa, his knees bent upwards to rest his sketch book against them. While it was easy enough to see the stack of coffee table books, as well as the other books scattered about the coffee table, he could also see his husband. Tino watched him read. His mind wandered a bit as he fought his desire to ask Didi to pose for him. Just as he was about to ask Didi to get undressed and recline on the sofa for a lazy nude, something Amber had said to him about exploiting his “natural resources” came to mind.
Whenever I have a pen handy and scrap of paper or a napkin, I just do a quick sketch… Nine times out of ten, my subject has no idea I was drawing them… It’s great practice and I get a variety of more natural poses too…
Tino grinned. He sketched his husband while he read his book. Instead of a full sketch, Tino drew his hands the way the curled around the book, his feet, the curve of his ear, Didi’s full, sensual mouth that he never tired of kissing. The quick sketches led to a more finished piece. Tino had turned the page in his sketchbook and was busy drawing a nude of his husband from memory. He was so engrossed in his drawing that he paid no attention to his husband when he closed his book and got up. Tino was only vaguely aware of Didi, coming over to see what he was drawing.
Didi hunkered down next to his husband. He leaned closer to see what he was drawing. “You know, if you wanted to draw me naked, all you had to do was ask.”
Tino jumped, his pencil leaving a jagged line on his drawing. His cheeks heating up, he said, “I didn’t want to bother you.” He erased the offending line and continued drawing.
“You’re not bothering me. I like sitting for you.” Didi nuzzled his husband’s cheek. He kissed it.
“You sure?”
Didi nodded. “Very sure.” He stood up and to prove his point, he began unbuttoning his shirt.
Tino turned the page in his sketch book. His beloved was getting naked for him and he could not have been more delighted. He thought Didi had the body of a Greco-Roman god and he watched as he took off his shirt. His pants and socks quickly followed. Tino moaned softly when Didi pushed his underwear down past his hips and burgeoning erection.
Didi paused, his cheeks heating up. Even though he had posed nude for Tino more times than he could remember, never mind made sweet passionate love to him, Didi was shy about his body. He often wished he was more like his scrawny older brother, Bernd, who had no trouble getting naked. He mentally chided himself for being silly, but he just could not help fig-leafing himself with his hands as he stepped out of his tightie-whities. His husband’s soft giggling about it did not help.
“That’s what I love about you,” Tino said as he reached out to pull Didi’s hands away, “You’re so shy and virginal one minute, but get you between the sheets and you’re a sex god!” He waggled his eyebrows.
“Oh…” Didi felt like his cheeks were on fire. He was rock-hard and mortified over it as it was one thing to be aroused in the bedroom, it was another when his husband wanted him to pose for him as his beloved loved to good naturedly tease him about it in an effort to get him to relax.
“So… Let’s forget about drawing and go have some fun?” Tino stood up, and threw his arms around his husband’s shoulders. Pulling his head towards him as he molded his body against Didi’s, Tino kissed him long and hard.
Didi snaked his arms around his husband’s slender frame. He returned his kiss with just as much enthusiasm and when they came up for air; he scooped Tino up in his arms. He carried his husband into their bedroom. As much as he enjoyed modeling for his husband, Didi preferred to spend the afternoon making love to him. Judging by the way Tino was hurriedly getting undressed, Didi had the feeling Tino felt the same way.
Author: kira
Table: Leo
Prompt: Kiss 04: Exploit
Fandom: Original
Characters: Didi/Tino
Word count: 890
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Tino feels bad about always asking Didi to pose for him and yet, Didi never minded at all…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta Kat for pinking this. Written for 15 kisses & Inspiring Tables.
Tino had several sketchbooks that were full of his beloved husband in various poses. He had drawn Didi both clothed and in the nude, with the nudes being some of his favorite sketches. As he picked up his sketchbook, Tino came to the startling realization that he had asked his husband to pose one too many times, when Didi looked at him and said, “How do you want me sit?”
“Umm… it’s okay, I think I’ll draw the coffee table books.” Tino smiled at him. He settled back on the sofa and sketched the books, but it was not as much fun as it was sketching Didi.
Didi sat there in his favorite chair, reading a book. He did not mind posing for his husband as Tino’s sketches were quick, even the nudes, and they always led to a bit of fun between the sheets. He looked over at him as he turned the page and wondered what happened. He frowned and went back to reading his book.
Tino leaned his back against the arm of the sofa, his knees bent upwards to rest his sketch book against them. While it was easy enough to see the stack of coffee table books, as well as the other books scattered about the coffee table, he could also see his husband. Tino watched him read. His mind wandered a bit as he fought his desire to ask Didi to pose for him. Just as he was about to ask Didi to get undressed and recline on the sofa for a lazy nude, something Amber had said to him about exploiting his “natural resources” came to mind.
Whenever I have a pen handy and scrap of paper or a napkin, I just do a quick sketch… Nine times out of ten, my subject has no idea I was drawing them… It’s great practice and I get a variety of more natural poses too…
Tino grinned. He sketched his husband while he read his book. Instead of a full sketch, Tino drew his hands the way the curled around the book, his feet, the curve of his ear, Didi’s full, sensual mouth that he never tired of kissing. The quick sketches led to a more finished piece. Tino had turned the page in his sketchbook and was busy drawing a nude of his husband from memory. He was so engrossed in his drawing that he paid no attention to his husband when he closed his book and got up. Tino was only vaguely aware of Didi, coming over to see what he was drawing.
Didi hunkered down next to his husband. He leaned closer to see what he was drawing. “You know, if you wanted to draw me naked, all you had to do was ask.”
Tino jumped, his pencil leaving a jagged line on his drawing. His cheeks heating up, he said, “I didn’t want to bother you.” He erased the offending line and continued drawing.
“You’re not bothering me. I like sitting for you.” Didi nuzzled his husband’s cheek. He kissed it.
“You sure?”
Didi nodded. “Very sure.” He stood up and to prove his point, he began unbuttoning his shirt.
Tino turned the page in his sketch book. His beloved was getting naked for him and he could not have been more delighted. He thought Didi had the body of a Greco-Roman god and he watched as he took off his shirt. His pants and socks quickly followed. Tino moaned softly when Didi pushed his underwear down past his hips and burgeoning erection.
Didi paused, his cheeks heating up. Even though he had posed nude for Tino more times than he could remember, never mind made sweet passionate love to him, Didi was shy about his body. He often wished he was more like his scrawny older brother, Bernd, who had no trouble getting naked. He mentally chided himself for being silly, but he just could not help fig-leafing himself with his hands as he stepped out of his tightie-whities. His husband’s soft giggling about it did not help.
“That’s what I love about you,” Tino said as he reached out to pull Didi’s hands away, “You’re so shy and virginal one minute, but get you between the sheets and you’re a sex god!” He waggled his eyebrows.
“Oh…” Didi felt like his cheeks were on fire. He was rock-hard and mortified over it as it was one thing to be aroused in the bedroom, it was another when his husband wanted him to pose for him as his beloved loved to good naturedly tease him about it in an effort to get him to relax.
“So… Let’s forget about drawing and go have some fun?” Tino stood up, and threw his arms around his husband’s shoulders. Pulling his head towards him as he molded his body against Didi’s, Tino kissed him long and hard.
Didi snaked his arms around his husband’s slender frame. He returned his kiss with just as much enthusiasm and when they came up for air; he scooped Tino up in his arms. He carried his husband into their bedroom. As much as he enjoyed modeling for his husband, Didi preferred to spend the afternoon making love to him. Judging by the way Tino was hurriedly getting undressed, Didi had the feeling Tino felt the same way.
