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Christian Yu(Dpr Ian): Pose for Me

"Ugh," you groan, burying your head in his chest, "I think there's some improvement but I just can't translate what I envision in my head into paper."

He strokes your hair to soothe you. "I know how that feels. It's the same when I make videos. I know how I can make you feel better, though."

You look up at him curiously, and your stomach growls.

"Exactly! I'm gonna cook your favorite pasta," he declares, knowing that eating good food puts you in a better mood.

Showering is another thing that lifts your mood and you did that as Ian cooks. You took your time, letting the water wash away your stress. You use your favorite vanilla-scented products and you emerge from the bathroom smelling like a baked treat.

It took you forty-five minutes to shower which gave Ian enough time not to just cook dinner, but even to set up the table with some candles and flowers, and to pop open a bottle of wine.

After dinner, you unwind further by watching a movie while cuddling in bed. Ian notices that you're not paying attention to what you're watching. "I can sense your mind whirring, thinking of how you can improve your drawings. You should relax, babe. You've had a long day."

He pushes himself to a sitting position and pulls you to sit as well and he starts rubbing your shoulders, causing you to let out an involuntary moan.

"Hmm, go harder."

"I didn't know sketching has got you all tensed, babe." He follows your request and he feels you relax as he unties the knots in your shoulder.

"Go lower," you purred.

The way you request how you want Ian to massage you and the moans you let escape as he works your back turns him on. He continues to massage the muscles along your spine and he starts kissing your neck, sucking on the tender spot just beneath your earlobe causing you to whimper. As he reaches the bottom of your spine, he finds the hem of your shirt and pulls it over your head, letting it fall to the floor.

He lays you down before moving on top of you, straddling your hips. He looks at you through hooded lids, his eyes scanning your body from your head to your hips. "You're a work of art, love," and he crashes his lips against yours.

Your hands get lost in his locks as his kisses become more fervent, licking your lips as he seeks entrance, teeth clashing against yours. He breaks contact to yank his shirt off before proceeding to trail down kisses along your neck and chest. He sucks on a breast, tugging on the nipple gently with his teeth, the action causing you to arch your back in pleasure, then doing the same with the other.

He stands and moves to kneel by the edge of the bed. Your heart starts to pound at what's about to come. He hooks his hands beneath both your legs and pulls you closer to him. He starts to kiss the inside of one thigh from the knee going in, then the other thigh from the inside toward your knee, avoiding your core on purpose.

"Christian, please," you rasped. He loves to tease you and he knows just how much you hate to beg.

"Surrendering already?" he smirks, earning a glare from you.

Seeing that you're not in a mood to play games right now, he proceeds to strip himself of all clothing, enjoying how you look as you take in the sight of him, then slides your underwear off of your legs.

He sinks to his knees again and pushes your legs wide and proceeds to lick your entrance, drinking up the juices that have pooled there. He starts lapping at your clit, your hips bucking and your breath hitching, your body completely surrendering to his actions.

"Christian, fuu—," you groaned, your voice cutting off when he inserted a finger inside you, pumping it slowly in contrast to the movement of his tongue. You throw your head back in ecstasy, fists grasping the sheets beneath you in response to his movements.

"Fuck you?" he asks, giving your clit a break but his finger continues the stimulation.

You nod, unable to find your voice.

He withdrew his finger and stood. Before he can take you all the way, you sit up, your face level with his hips, and you start to trail kisses across his hips, your palms lightly grazing the back of his thighs. You trail kisses along his shaft before taking him in your hand, your thumb tracing lazy circles along his glans.

"Jesus, y/n," he seethed. He hates being teased just as much as you do.

You glance at him and it's your turn to smirk at him, "It's called revenge, love."

"I barely teas–," his argument cut off when you sucked on his tip, swirling your tongue around it before taking his entire length in your mouth, a loud moan escaping his lips.

You release him slowly and you wrap a hand around his shaft, sucking and pumping him simultaneously.

"Damn that feels so good y/n," he grunts, his hands gripping your shoulders to keep him steady as you increase your pace.

You release him, aching to have him inside of you. You move up further into bed and he follows you. He grabs a condom from the bedside table and puts it on before slowly plunging himself into you.

"Shit, you're so tight," he breathes.

He starts slowly, allowing you to adjust to his length. He cups your face and kisses you tenderly as he starts to thrust at a steady rhythm.

He braces his arms beside your head as his thrusts become more rapid. You know he's near and you want to climax with him and you start to rub your clit. He hits the right spot and you start to feel the heat rising in your abdomen.

"Good god, Ian you make me feel so good! Don't stop, I'm about to cum," you choked.

Ian maintains his rapid rhythm sending you over the edge. You moan his name and arch your chest into him as you're overcome with pleasure. Your name escapes his mouth at the same time and he collapses onto you, and he continues to ride you, slowing down his pace as you both tide over your orgasms.

He moves to the side and pulls you into a cuddle, nuzzling his face into your neck. "I hope you wake up inspired tomorrow," he murmurs.

"That's one hell of a way to cure my frustration," you declare and you both laugh.

The next morning, you awaken to the sunlight streaming into your room. You check on Ian and see that he's still asleep. He looks so peaceful sleeping that you suddenly had the urge to draw him. You get up silently so as not to wake him. You grab his shirt off the floor and put it on before grabbing your drawing supplies from the living room.

You prop a chair across him, making sure that where you're sitting doesn't obstruct the light hitting his sleeping figure. You prop your knees up to support the sketchbook and you start drawing.

He wakes up in the middle of your sketching.

"Good morning, babe. What are you doing?" he says sleepily.

"Don't move! Actually, why don't you rest your head on your left hand, bend your right knee up a little and let your right forearm drape across your stomach," you instruct him.

"Oh, I'm posing for you now? First thing in the morning?"

"Yes! Pose for me, darling!" you squealed in a fake French accent, causing Ian to laugh.

He obeys and he poses for you even if he just woke up.

Ian poses for you patiently even if it takes you a while to finish your sketch but it's a Sunday and you've all the time in the world. You go back to the bed to show him your work, telling him you've finally drawn something you're proud of.

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