β I mean; that's up to you, I can't really force you to do anything, now can I. β
Garcellos hands find themselves placed onto the others thighs as he puffed away at the cigarette
"U-Us ??"
Another yelp as he's dragged close and personal to the taller man. His sketchbook right in front of his face only showing his eyes.
"A-Are you sure- you want me to do this like that-?"
β Well of course; how else can you paint the both of us.... Hope you don't mind me smoking though. β
Lighting another cigarette... His hands wrap around Ben.... Pulling him tightly against his form
β Though I ain't gonna make it easy for you to concentrate... β
His voice a β
β Pfftβ Well; you'll have to wait... I'd like to see what that portrait looks like.... Butβ I do have an idea to make this a tad more interesting ... β
His lips curve to smirk... he'd bring a mirror, placing it in front of the stool Ben was going to use to draw on β
"Eep-!"
His body visibly melted at the soft rubs.
God he's so easy to swoon.
"I-I didn't plan anything at all actually- my mind has just b-been blanked from the moment I saw you-"
β Mmm.α£ You want me.... in what way? β
His hand moves up; placing itself under his cheeks; a soft rubbing motion...
β I'll be honest; did you plan this from the beginning when you first saw me? I won't be upset if you're honest... β
His smelt of tobacco
"You're just so pretty i can't get my nerves down and I really want you-"
The touch just- made him spill it ALL out.
Seems like Garcello has him wrapped around his finger without even trying a bit.
a soft laugh escapes him; taking a step forward he places a hand on the painters shoulder
β Calm down man; you're gonna have a stroke with all the worrying your doin' it was merely a joke ; though I wouldn't entirely be opposed to it. β
Scratching his cheek, he gives a firmβ
He was getting less red.
Until he said that. He's even worse than before...
"W-Well- ! I mean- I do- draw that sometimes but- it's only with willing models and hum- professionals and-"
The older guy might need to calm the poor painter. He's all over the place.
β Yeah, I wouldn't mind that ... Sounds cool Ben. So.... What kind of pose you want me in.... We doing a nude painting? β
He suggested; merely to mess with poor Ben. Knowing well it'd probably cause him to blush...
β Because I wouldn't mind. β
He's- SO LOST. Poor little Benjamin.
"Well i'm- an artist- sort of...
If you want we can hum... talk while I sketch you ?
Your colorful puffs got me inspired.."
He already has a small notebook out with a pen that seems to have many different colors.
"D-Does that sound fine-?"
β Sure thing. I ain't got nothing going on anyway; what did you have in mind.α£ β
Now flicking the butt of the cigarette onto the ground, stomping it underneath his boot
β Whether we're just.... hangin' out or, I don't know. Haven't exactly hung out with anyone in awhile. β
"I- Now ?!"
He looks so panicked and clearly not used to.. 'taking his shot'
"Hum- I think you're pretty and hum- do you- want to-
Hang out with me....?"
He's clearly not one to know how to ask someone else out.
Nodding, taking another puff from his cigarette before blowing out; a different color forming
β Yep. I do. Wellβ More like know. You're cuter too. β
His hat, hides his eyes for a brief moment
β Well; if you really think I'm pretty. Maybe take your shot. β
β Well; little man.... .α£ β
Hardy laugh escapes him.... Examining the painters facial expression... cute
β Gotta say you aren't bad lookin' yourself.... Compared to the one I know, def better looking. β
"Ah right the dearests...."
He knows stuff about his counterpart... And then Garcello ask THAT.
His face BLUSHING as red as a tomato.
"A-Ah- hum- well- I just-"
β Mmmβ Caught your eye huh.α£β One of daddy dearests roadee's pawned 'em off on me.... Can't seem t' get rid of the damn things. β
His gaze followed the other; lips curve up to form a smile
β Now what was that about me, being pretty ...α£ β
Woah... that's pretty...
"How are you... why is it colored... i've never seen this before..."
He can't help himself- he's already imagining how it would look like on a painting.
Lighting a cigarette that's pursed between his lips; sharp inhale followed by an exhale of colored fumes
β Pleasure; you can call me Garcello lil man. β
Given permission, his hands begin to roam her body, his touch firm, palms rough as he slips one hand underneath her shirt and bra, cupping her chest the other slithers under her pants; middle and ring finger rubbing against her slit
β Don't have to tell me twice. β
β Got nothin' better to do. 'Sides rude to keep a lady in such distress~ β
Taking one final drag from his cigarette he tossed it away stomping on the butt with his heal
β Now then... What should we do to start off? β
Stepping closer, his clothes reeked of tar